Track 5

The kiss took almost a full minute to break, since Dumbledore was too busy unwrapping a lemon drop and then �awwwwww�-ing at the scene to call �cut�. Sirius was, surprisingly enough, laughing his arse off at the whole thing. Apparently, being over-protective of his godson didn�t matter as much as embarrassing Snape. Remus remained quite calm, although he, too, seemed rather amused, but for different reasons. At some point during the scene both Harry and Severus had become aroused, and Remus, with his hyper-sensitive smelling capabilities, caught it. He couldn�t help but wonder if either of the two would ever figure it out, and if they did, how Sirius would react.

Severus stuck by Harry�s command and didn�t use tongue during the kiss. He made it as chaste as humanly possible while keeping his hips as far away from Harry as he could manage. The last thing he needed was for the brat to realize the lump in his pants � he�d never hear the end of it. Besides, the brat would probably think that he was the cause of it, and that thought was absolutely intolerable�even if it were true.

Harry, meanwhile, was utterly confused. He had an inexplicable erection and an odd frustration with the fact that Snape wouldn�t open his damn mouth. He thought he should be happy with that � Snape had finally listened to him, something he�d never done before, not even when they were working together during the war. So why did he feel a strange sense of irony that now would be the time that the greasy git decided to listen to him?

Finally, Dumbledore got around to calling �cut�, and the kiss broke. Severus and Harry quickly turned away from each other, Harry sporting a blush that could put the Weasley hair to shame. Severus, however, maintained an unreadable expression as he marched over to the headmaster and demanded that his wand be returned to him (it had been confiscated after the fourth time he�d used �jelly-legs� on Black, which he insisted had been only in self-defense) so that he could promptly commit ritualistic suicide. Dumbledore pointed out that he really didn�t need his wand for that.

"I want to die happy, so I�m taking Black with me to hell," Severus explained calmly.

Meanwhile, a still confused and blushing Harry was quickly surrounded by his two best friends and his godfathers. Ron had a look of sympathetic disgust on his face, Hermione just looked sympathetic, Sirius was still wiping the tears from his eyes and composing himself from his bout of hysterical laughter, and Remus�Harry found Remus�s knowing look just a tad unsettling.

"Hey, are you alright, mate? He didn�t try anything, did he?" Ron asked. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Did it look like he tried anything?" he replied, sighing quietly in what seemed like relief to everyone else but Remus. "Well, at least it�s over."

"For now," Remus pointed out, smiling slightly. "Just remember, this was only your first rehearsal. And from what I understand, there will be plenty more scenes like that one." He shook his head. "You�re not quite done yet."

"Moony, don�t scare him like that!" Sirius scolded as Harry�s eyes went as wide as dinner plates. He turned to Harry. "Don�t worry, Harry, if the greasy git tries to do anything, I�ll take care of him." He had an odd gleam in his eye that made Harry a little nervous.

"Uh�right. Thanks, Padfoot," Harry replied a little shakily.

"Well, if you four are quite through," Hermione piped up, "dinner is in half an hour. If you want to go get cleaned up, then we should probably go now."

Dinner was an interesting affair, full of sympathetic glances being cast at Harry by almost everyone but the Slytherins. Their sympathy was directed solely at their Head of House. Poor guy, having to kiss Potter, of all people.

Harry, meanwhile, kept shooting glances up to the Staff Table. The casual observer would think he was looking at one of his godfathers; however, if one looked closely, he would see that his gaze was directed not at Sirius nor at Remus, but at one Severus Snape. It was probably a good thing, then, that no one was paying close attention to what Harry was looking at.

Severus, however, was fully aware of the fact that Harry was staring at him, and it was making him awfully uncomfortable. He tried glaring at the boy a couple of times, but that didn�t seem to do any good. The boy just kept right on staring. Severus imagined that he must have scarred the boy for life, then, and he was in a state of shock. Yes, that was it. Perhaps if he left the room, the boy would snap out of it. He wasn�t really all that hungry anyway, so he quickly stood and made for his rooms, very much resembling a bat out of hell.