Man/Man relationships, if that happens to creep you out, then what the hell are you doing here, LEAVE!

The Adventures of Snuffles and Sevvy-poo:

"Quit your whining," said Severus Snape. "I thought you were the Gryffindor. You know, BRAVE and all? I suppose that was just some sort of bravado."

"But, it's getting in my shoes! LOOK! I can NEVER wear these again! It would be a SIN!" Sirius fussed. Sloshing through mud and sand, risking his flawless complexion being ruined by the convenient UV rays burning down on them (thank you global warming), and all for what? Some silly leaf?

"It's not just some silly leaf," Severus said, startling Sirius. Of all the guys he could have picked, Sirius had to pick the accomplished legilimens as his boyfriend. "Dittany of Crete is exceedingly difficult to find. It can only be found on the island of Crete, and we don't have much time left here. Sunsets due in about an hour." Sirius sighed; oh the things we do for love.

Seizing his boyfriend by the arm, Severus walked hurriedly down a dirt-path. Rocks and twigs strewn about the path seemingly leaped out of his way as he, in vain, dragged Sirius behind him, which was quite a difficult task with him griping and groaning all the while. Finally, they arrived at a break in the trees, and Severus let go of his arm. "You first," he said. Sirius gave him a queer look. He had to be joking. Severus pointed down a steep hill covered with sharp thorned plants, fully flourishing bushes, and large tree roots. That was the last straw. Whoever said love conquers all obviously never had a manicure or facial.

"I'm not going down there," he protested.

"Why ever not?" Severus questioned impatiently.

"It's gross! I already have mud in my shoes, and LOOK! There are leaves in my hair, Severus. LEAVES! Besides, I'll fall."

"You will not fall, and if you do, I'll be there to catch you, so come on. Please?" Severus rarely showed much compulsion for anything. "If you don't go, I'm leaving you here." Sirius hung his head in agreement, though he let Severus go before him, just in case he did fall. After all, he did promise him he would catch him if need be. So, after Severus navigated down the slope with much ease and experience, it was Sirius' turn to climb down.

"I changed my mind. I don't want to," he said. Severus sighed.

"Let me help you then," he said, climbing back up the hill, and grabbing his hand. "You'll be fine, you just have to trust me." He really did trust Severus, so, slowly, surely, hesitantly, he took a few steps forward. Looking down, Sirius practically crept down the slope, watching his footing all the way. When he got to a sound landing Severus said, "I think you can take it from here," and letting go of his hands, jumped onto the sand. "Come on, you can do it." His encouragement did little to help as Sirius stumbled and slid down the hill, and deciding enough was enough..."Sirius don't..." And he was safely on the ground once again. "...slide down. Look at this, now your clothes are all dirty."

"Look!" Sirius exclaimed. "I did it!" His pride must have changed something in him, fore he didn't mind the dirt on his clothes at all.

"Nicely done, honey," Severus mumbled, shaking his head." Sirius beamed. "Now, we don't have much time left," and with that, Severus once again grabbed Sirius' hands and tugged with all his might in one direction. "There!" he said excitedly. The two of them bound towards one small bush just off the water's edge. Severus frantically searched his pockets for a small glass bottle, uncorked it, and put a hand full of leaves in. "Okay, time to go," he said. And with that, the two apparated back to the English countryside.

"Tea time," Severus announced, once back in their warm dry, clean cottage. It was seldom that Severus made tea, so Sirius knew it must have been a special occasion. He walked into the room, sat down at the front of the table in the living room, and waited as Severus added exactly what Sirius liked in his tea. Crème and three teaspoons of sugar. When he set it on the table, Sirius almost immediately brought it to his lips, and took a rather large gulp.

"Minty." he said. "What's the occasion?"

"Oh, just putting those leaves we got to use," Severus said with a smirk.

"Oh yeah," Sirius said reminiscing," you never told me what those leaves were for. What do they do?" Severus smiled.

"Dittany of Crete," he began," is a very rare magical herb. It's said to give you the ability to foresee who you will fall in love with, and..." Sirius cut him off, smiling.

"Well, why don't we just go upstairs and see if we are meant to be." As Sirius ran up to the loft excitedly, Severus finished his explanation.

"...and greatly increase sexual desire."

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Sammi: WHOO someones gettin' laid!

Joceline: SAMANTHA!

Sammie: Well you wrote it, babe. Ok so heres what my bestie and I are doing. These are just tiny fluffly little snipets that either I or Joceline will write. They'll be more to come, you can bet your boots on that. Need. To. Stop. Listening. To. French. Teacher.

Joceline: Samantha you're scaring the people and we'd like them to come back and read the chapters that will follow this one.

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