Snarry. Explicit. He hadn't meant to. He really hadn't meant to. It sort of just came out. He didn't even know what he was doing in the teacher's lounge but before he could tell his body not to do anything stupid, his feet had taken him to where he knew Professor Snape was, but he stood there looking at the older man, those black soulful eyes staring at him like they always did when he was angry. "I'm in love with you, Professor." Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His words were out in the open, and there was nothing he could do about it. All the professors at Hogwarts knew how he felt, and he couldn't go back now. The man he'd grown to love stood there, speechless, his eyes narrow and skin pale. "Get out." He spat. His words made Harry physically recoil into himself as his venomous voice pierced through his ears. "But sir." If it was even possible, Snape's eyes narrowed into even smaller slits until his eyes were almost closed. "Get. Out." He spat again this time a bit more angry than before, "before I throw you out!" Harry quickly walked out of the room, tears falling down his face. The cover photo/ artwork for this story belongs to the original artist

{Book one} Draco finds that Harry's behavior is quite strange. Harry on the other hand is keeping a huge secret that could possibly ruin their lives but could also make it better. Draco swears he's not gay but harry is not ashamed to admit it anymore. The only thing they won't share is their feelings for eachother that they barely know about.