All This Time, You Were Missing From My Heart

Harry sighed and tapped his foot impatiently. Draco glared at him.

"Would you quit?"

"I'm nervous," Harry replied, biting his thumbnail. Draco, irritated, reached over and yanked the digit out of his mouth.

"Hey! Prat," Harry scowled at him. Draco didn't hear him; he was trying to figure out who had sent out the letters. The letters had been identical, except for the perfect handwriting that could not be told apart from the actual person's writing.

"Tempus," Harry waved his wand, making the time appear. "Damn it! It's not even eleven yet!"

"You mean I have to put up with you for three and a half-hours with you like this?" Draco gasped.

"Ergh!" Harry glowered at him. The two sat in silence until Harry's stomach rumbled.

"For crying out loud! Let's go to the kitchens!" Draco jumped up and grabbed Harry's arm.

"Hell no! I'm not going out there like this! I'll be swarmed by fangirls and boys," Harry protested, trying to pull out of the blonde's grip.

"I don't care! I've got to show off my work, and you have to eat something!" Draco pulled.

"Ow!" Harry exclaimed.

"What?" Draco released his arm.

"Bruises, blondie," Harry winced, rubbing the spot on his wrist.

"Oh, shit! Sorry!"

"It's okay," Harry grimaced.

"Where's your Invisibility Cloak? You could use that so no one would see you," Draco suggested, changing the subject.

"Uh...I think it's in my dorm," Harry answered.

"Oh. You can use mine, then," Draco said, heading for his bedroom to get it. He held it up proudly as he came back with it. "This thing probably saved my life."

"Thanks,' Harry replied, taking if from him and throwing it over himself.

"You had better not ditch me," Draco warned, opening the door.

"Why would I do something like that?" Harry's voice held pseudo-innocence.

***

Remus pulled the covers over his sleeping mate before kissing the animagus on the forehead. The werewolf sighed and wiped at his eyes. If he had admired Sirius's strength before, where now did he place the man? If it was possible, Remus loved the prankster even more now.

He shook his head slightly before standing and heading for the portrait of their room. He had a teaching position to ask about.

***

"Don't get any food on those pants, or I'll hurt you very badly," Draco advised as Harry almost spilled pumpkin juice all over his front.

"Don't worry. I want to look good tonight," Harry grinned, taking a drink.

"You just be careful," Draco warned again.

"Aw, shite," Harry cursed.

"What the hell d'you do now?"

"I dropped a piece of carrot down my shirt," Harry answered, looking down his top.

"Maybe this was a bad idea," the blonde commented, watching Harry reach down his shirt to get the vegetable. "You know, that might be easier if you...never mind."

Harry grinned triumphantly as he held up the bit of orange coloured root.

"You are so weird," Draco told him, enunciating every word.

"So you keep saying," Harry grinned. "What time is it now?"

"You have a wand," Draco complained, but waved his wand any way. "Tempus."

"Ergh! Still two hours. This bites," Harry sulked.

"You're too impatient."

"You would be too," Harry replied. "Any luck finding a red head that isn't Ron?"

"No," Draco pouted. Then he brightened up. "Next Hogsmeade weekend, I'm going to flirt with he twins, though."

Harry shook his head. "You are so predictable."

"Aren't I?"

***

"Lifesavers? No? Hm..." Remus kept guessing. "Damn it. Back to the Lifesavers again. I must have named a hundred different types of sweets!"

"Try creamsavers."

Remus turned around to face Poppy Pomfrey as the gargoyle slid open.

"Hello Poppy."

"Remus," Poppy nodded. The two walked up the steps to go to the Headmaster's office.

"Remus, Poppy, come in," Dumbledore's cheerful voice floated through the door before they'd even knocked. The werewolf and mediwitch walked in.

The Headmaster took one look at Mme Pomfrey and said," I supposes our young Mr. Potter has escaped from the Hospital Wing again, eh?"

The matron rolled her eyes," You are far too lenient with that boy, Albus. He needs to rest, and you encourage him to do dangerous things."

'Oh, come now, Poppy. You said yourself that you'd healed his physical...aliments. Being with his friends will help heal the emotional and mental ones."

"Fine. But I want to see him once a week, and he can't play Quidditch, handle dangerous bests, or go on any quests to save the world until I see him fit to do so," Poppy agreed. Then she turned on her heal and left.

Albus chuckled. "Now, Remus. What did you want to see me about?"

"I was wondering if a teaching position was still open."

***

Hermione nibbled on her lower lip as she scribbled down notes and flipped through the book before her.

"You're already doing that essay? It's not due for another three weeks!" Ron exclaimed when he noticed.

"No time like the present!" Hermione grinned at her boyfriend.

"You know, it still surprises me when you do this kind of stuff," Ron told her, playing with a strand of her hair.

"Ron, why don't you go get your Transfiguration book so we can work together?"

"Uh...um...do I have to?"

"Yes, now go get your book," The Head Girl ordered sweetly.

***

"Okay, that's it!" Harry shouted as he stood. "I'm going now. It'll prolyl take me several minutes to get there."

"Fine. Impatient prat."

"Hey!"

"I thought you were leaving," Draco drawled as Harry glared at him.

"You're an arse, you know that?"

"Thank you!" Draco grinned as Harry left.

***

Severus paced in his living room as he watched the clock move slowly.

Severus cursed at the clock before he raised his wand and made it exploded. His magical clock was set on 'annoyed'. As he looked at it, it struggled to move into a spot it hadn't been on in years: 'Time For Your Date'.

The Potions Professor reached up and hit it with his wand, causing the hand to slide into that place. Sighing, Severus left his quarters.

***

"Isotope," Harry spoke to the tapestry. The hanging rolled itself up and the wall behind it slid open. The room was dark. "Lumos!"

The tip of his wand lit up and illuminated the room. The secret room had a fireplace and a sofa, sitting in the middle of the room. There was also a chair and table, near the fireplace. To the left, there was a door, most likely leading to a bedroom.

"Incendio," Harry pointed his wand at the fireplace, igniting the logs with in. He jumped as the door opened. Harry exhaled slowly as Severus came in.

***

Severus stared at Harry. Harry stared back. Severus almost drooled when he saw Harry's cloths. Not surprisingly, Harry had to keep his mouth from dropping open at the sight of Severus in a silver shirt and very tight muggle jeans.

Snape was the first to get his mind back as he swooped down and pressed his lips to Harry's. The Boy-Who-Lived tensed for a moment until the Potions Master ran his thumb over Harry's cheek. This gentle action caused the younger man to gasp slightly, allowing Severus access to his mouth.

Severus was wary of Harry's reaction as he slowly advanced his tongue. To his delightful surprise, the green-eyed-boy instantly got over his fear and began trying to shove his own tongue down Severus's throat. By the time they'd pulled back to breathe, Harry's arms had wound themselves around the taller man's waist and Severus's hand still laid on Harry's cheek.

"Wow," Harry breathed. Severus nodded and licked his lips in response. "Wow."

"Very articulate," Severus whispered into his ear. The Gryffindor shivered slightly and then effectively shut him up by kissing him again.

Harry's hands travelled up to play with the clean hair of the professor. Severus moaned into Harry's mouth, causing him to jump back in shock. Harry whimpered as Severus took a step forward, reaching out to him. The seventeen-year-old turned and ran out of the room, leaving Snape standing there.