hahaha I loved the review suggesting what had happened when Harry was drunk, and I will definitely keep it in mind when continuing to write this story! I am so sorry for the slow update, I've just been lazy to be honest! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and review :) x0x

Harry

I watched as Draco laughed loudly, constantly flicking his hair out of his eyes and pushing it back when he saw me glance at him.

Stupid bastard, I could hear his snide comments all the way from the other side of the classroom.

The dance had been two nights ago and he was still going on about it. About me to be more precise.

"And that move he did on the dancefloor? Do you remember Pansy? The one where he tried to stupidly spin on his head? Merlin, he looked like the most idiotic moron I've ever seen, even worse than that weasel!"

I gritted my teeth and looked to the front of the classroom, trying hard not to let the ferret's comments get to me.

"Take no notice Harry," Hermione smiled from beside me. I looked at her curiously; it was the first time she had spoken all day. It wasn't hard to figure out why.

"Right class, settle down please, today we shall be learning the art of transfiguring wood into specifically something you are thinking of," Professor McGonagall announced, using Wingardium Leviosa to set the wood on our desks. Hermione was practically buzzing in her seat with anticipation as the rest of us groaned quietly.

After the wood had finished being handed out and we'd practiced saying 'Morphinius' several times, the class set about trying to transfigure their slices of tree trunks.

Ron and me had been separated thanks to him talking non-stop last week, so I had Hermione to copy from, thank Merlin.

"How do you say it again?" I asked her staring at the piece of wood in front of me, it refused to change its shape.

"Didn't you say it when we practiced as a class? Honestly, even Ronald seems to pay more attention than you these days," Hermione sighed, pausing for a moment, "It's morphine-e-us, but try not to concentrate so hard on the spell and instead concentrate on the object you want the piece of wood to become."

After a few failed attempts, I gave up and lay back in my seat, watching as Professor McGonagall helped Neville with his piece of wood which was currently trying to eat him.

Looking around the class I could see that not many people were doing well, Ron in particular. His piece of wood was now a small pile of sawdust. Oh well, it was better than anything I had managed to do so far, i.e. nothing.

As I turned back to my piece of wood, tapping it with my wand thoughtfully, I paused at the sight of Draco holding up a figurine of somebody. How the hell could he figure out how to do it and I…Looking closely, my mouth gaped as I saw it was a figurine of himself in a towel!

"Jesus Malfoy, you're not half up yourself!" I shouted over to him in shock. He turned, a mocking smirk on his mouth.

"But don't you think my hair is…what was that word you used…sexy?" I rolled my eyes and looked away, beginning to think about that night. I really had no memory of telling that blonde bastard his hair was sexy. All I remembered was seeing Snape before it…Severus Snape…Stupid lanky git in other words. But he hadn't looked lanky that night. He hadn't looked like Snape either. And since when had he started dressing like a muggle? I'd never seen anyone looking so…umm…well.

Maybe that classroom had been playing tricks on my eyes or something. Maybe it hadn't even been him…Ha. No, it had definitely been him. And he had known exactly what had gone through my head that night when he'd reached out towards me.

Thank God I didn't have Potions until tomorrow, wait…Tomorrow ...what?!

"And Mr. Potter, what have we…here…" Professor McGonagall's voice interrupted my thoughts, causing my head to snap up as I suddenly remembered that I hadn't done anything yet.

"I'm sorry Professor, I couldn't do it," I muttered, feeling guilty at the fact I had only tried a pathetic three times.

"Mr. Potter, I highly disagree with that statement…" She replied with wide eyes, following her gaze I froze at what I saw on my desk.

The class continued to chatter on oblivious as Professor McGonagall picked up the ruler-sized statue of a tall, dark clothed man with two very piercing onyx black eyes.

Oh…Holy…Shit…

Severus

I knocked once on the headmaster's door before stepping inside.

"Ah Minerva…" I sighed. At least now I knew the reason why I'd been summoned to the headmaster's office. No doubt Minerva had yet another complaint to make about my God-son's attitude in her classes, or something equally insignificant.

"Severus, thank you for coming at such short notice, but I believe this is a matter of importance…" Dumbledore smiled, pushing his half moon spectacles further up the bridge of his nose.

"Of course Professor, now what is this about? Has Draco skipped yet another lesson?" I asked, already bored with the meeting.

"This has nothing to do with you troublesome God-son, although come to mention it he did pass a very inappropriate note in my class the other-" She began, before Albus interrupted her.

"Please Minerva, let us stick to the matter at hand. Kindly explain to Severus why he is here, seeing as you witnessed the…scene," He cut in calmly, motioning for me to sit down opposite him as Minerva stood next to the desk.

"As you know, all fifth years begin the Christmas term with a new subject. This year the Morphinius spell has been introduced for their exams, and today the students began to learn it by applying the spell to a piece of wood. We had one pupil produce…this…" She explained, reaching behind her and grabbing something I could not see, before placing it on the desk in front.

My whole body froze as I instantly recognized who the figurine was meant to be. Me.

But what was more shocking was the fact that it was dressed exactly the way I had been the night of the ball. From my memory only one student had seen me without my robes over those clothes.

"Harry…" I murmured thoughtfully, staring at the small statue in awe of the detail.

"I knew it Albus, I knew something was going on between the two of them as soon as I saw what the boy had created!" Minerva cried out, leaning on the desk heavily as she steadied herself in all her shock. My attention turned back to Albus; who continued to sit calmly in front of me with a small smile on his face.

"What? Something going on between the two of us…like what?" I asked in confusion, narrowing my eyes slightly as I began to get suspicious with Albus' satisfied expression.

"Minerva, have the house elves move Harry's belongings to the guest bedroom in Severus' quarters," the old professor smiled, causing both Minerva and myself to stare at him.

"Headmaster, what…" Slowly everything began to slot into place.

"Albus you can not be serious!" Minerva began to protest.

"Who am I to keep two in love apart?" Dumbledore shrugged; his eyes saddening slightly as he seemed to go into a daydream.

"In love? You think Potter and I are in love? You must be joking! You can not-" I said, before the Headmaster signaled for me to stop.

"Even so, with Voldemort on the loose I feel it would be safer if Harry's room was close to a teacher's. And who's better than yours Severus? And if you do have feelings for him, than I am not the one to stop you."

I stared helplessly at the delusional wizard.

"I really must object Albus, would the boy not be better off simply where he is? Hogwarts is safe, you have said so yourself on many occasions!" Minerva pointed out.

"Even so, I think it would be best for the boy," Albus smiled, as if having a regular conversation about the weather.

"This…This is simply…What…Why…This is just…" I stammered, not knowing what to say at the sudden turn of events.

"Very sudden, I know, but necessary I feel." There was a mischievous glaze in his eye that gave away the older professor.

"I am not in love with the boy. Nor do I remotely like him," I stated, shaking my head in disgust and disbelief.

"If you say so Severus, if you say so…"

Harry

As I reached my bed, I froze. All my stuff was gone! Completely gone! What the holy…Oh no…Please not-!

"MASTER!" Cried the emotional house-elf I had only just noticed pacing one side of my bed, throwing himself into my arms and grabbing my robes as he hugged me tightly.

"When Headmaster wanted Mr. Potter's stuff moved, Dobby offered his services! Dobby helped!" The small house-elf told me with watery eyes, staring up at me. I slowly pushed him away and set him sitting down on my bed.

"Dumbledore wanted my stuff moved? Where to?" I asked in confusion, glancing round my bed one last time and seeing that my stuff was definitely gone.

"You are in grave danger, Mr. Potter…" Dobby whispered dramatically, causing me to roll my eyes.

"You said the exact same thing a few years ago and that turned out alright didn't it?" I smiled at him, raising an eyebrow.

Dobby took my hand and began to lead me out of the dorm room.

"Come master! Dobby will take you to your new quarters!" He announced. I stayed silent as we began to leave the Gryffindor tower and only began to speak as we headed down an empty corridor.

"What's going on?" I'd been trying to figure out what I had done to be moved, but so far was coming up with nothing.

"Master Potter needs to be guarded!" Dobby replied as we turned a corner. I frowned, did this mean that I was being taken out of Hogwarts? But hadn't Dobby said something about new quarters? Maybe I was just being moved to another area of the castle… Maybe I'd get my own floor! I'm getting my own room! This was stupid, course I wasn't getting my own room. I shouldn't be getting my hopes up…Oh who cares? I'm getting my own room!

The further we walked on, the more I began to get excited at the prospect of having my own room. No more Ron snoring, no more Seamus doing things I didn't want to know about, no more Neville waking in his sleep shouting things about plants, no more…

"Wait, why are we in the dungeons?" I asked out loud, instantly confused as I noted the cold, dark surroundings I knew to be my way to Potions.

"Headmaster says it would be best!" Dobby replied, continuing to walk on quickly.

Eventually we came to a large wooden door and Dobby turned to look at me.

"This is Master's room now," The house-elf smiled, before disapparating and scaring me half to death.

Slowly I pushed the door open, or tried to anyway, since my hand went straight through it. I flinched and pulled my hand back in shock. Since when could I suddenly walk through doors? With a deep breath, I stepped through, shutting my eyes until I thought I was on the other side of the door. After a moment I opened them and looked around.

"holy Merlin!" I shouted, my jaw dropping halfway to the floor.

Never had I seen such an amazing room, filled with books and antiques. In the middle was a large sofa and coffee table. This was just the lounge? No bloody way! A smile beamed across my face as I rushed to the door on the right hand side of the room and (without going through it this time) pulled it open. I was met by a corridor filled with doors, each one with a number on it like a hotel would do.

I opened the nearest one to me and it revealed a bedroom with a large four poster bed in the middle of it. I ignored the two extra doors inside and decided to randomly pick a room.

I pushed the door of number seven open and slowly felt my eyes bulge, my mouth drop open at the sight of Severus Snape standing in front of me with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

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