I'd Die for You

Moral compass parts

Snape shot up in bed and out of his arms. Harry'd been drifting warmly into sleep and the movement jolted him awake.

"What," Harry said, blinking, trying to see Snape clearly as he slipped out of bed and started a fire in the grate. He reached for his glasses.

"Idiot," Snape said, pacing.

"Oi," Harry said, his sleepy peace leaving him. "Why're you starting with me?" His tongue felt heavy but he started to sit up.

"Not you," Snape said, exasperated. "Me. I'm an idiot . I haven't made a mistake like that in years."

"What mistake?" Harry took off his classes again and rubbed his eyes.

"We just kissed . I just kissed you, out there," Snape said, pointing to the wall of the dungeon. "In front of the east wing of the castle for anyone to see, as if-," he stopped, pressing his palms to his eyes. "As if you're not Harry bloody Potter and I'm not- well, me."

"Relax," Harry said, "It was dark. No one saw us." He'd never seen Snape this agitated and it was putting him on edge. He'd never seen Snape be this human , except sometimes during sex.

Snape dropped his hands from his face and demanded, "Do you know that?"

"Well no, but-"

"It's unforgivable. I was thinking with my cock."

Harry rolled his lips in to hold back a laugh. "I kind of like the sound of that."

"Of course you do," Snape said, giving him a look of disgust. He put his hands on his hips and started pacing at the foot of the bed, beside the couch. "I suppose I'm still intercepting Skeeter's mail. Maybe I can catch it that way if someone tries to go to her with it."

"Yeah, exactly," Harry said, but he didn't bother saying much else because Snape didn't seem to be listening to him.

"Still doesn't change the fact that someone might have seen, someone might know, " he said.

"But do you really think it's that probable?"

"You're not fully grasping how serious this is."

"No, you're overreacting. It was dark, like I said, and we were out there for an hour after dinner. Probably everyone was getting ready for bed, not just sat at their windows watching every movement out on the grounds."

"What teenager do you know gets ready for bed at 9 o'clock?"

Harry freed himself from the covers. He saw Snape spare a glance to his bare legs, and Harry knew, like he knew his own name, that Snape wanted him again. Even after they'd just got done orgasming in each other's hands. He scooted to the edge of the bed.

"Even if no one goes to Skeeter with it, they could spread rumors here," Snape went on.

"Spread rumors about their demonically scary Potions professor? They'd think twice before doing that."

"They wouldn't be scared of me if they thought I was attracted to men. Do you remember how the muggles you lived with felt about anyone not strictly heterosexual?"

"Yeah," Harry said. Dudley used to call him a faggot regularly and Uncle Vernon would laugh. One time he said he hoped Harry really was a faggot so they'd have a reason to get rid of him for good.

"Wizards are even worse- ages behind muggles about that sort of thing. Even Dumbledore wouldn't come out because he thought it might hurt his position as headmaster."

Harry gasped, getting on his knees in excitement. "Dumbledore was gay?!"

Snape looked at Harry like he was a door knob. "You can't be serious."