Hello all! First and foremost, I apologize for the late update! I really was going to have this to you all this morning, but my friend asked me to spend the day with her. It was the one year anniversary since her aunt died, so she really needed someone to be there for her. :( Sorry guys! To make it up to you, here is a 3000 word chapter with a LEMON IN IT! You have been warned!

Also, is anyone else excited for Pottermore? I'm waking up at 3:30 AM so I can see whatever it is as soon as JKR makes her announcement!

Kissing Snape was unlike anything Harry had ever felt before. His mouth was warm and moist. Being in his arms made Harry feel as if he were weightless, as if gravity had stopped working and instead he was floating in midair.

At first, Snape had tensed to Harry's touch, but quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping his long arms around him and running his fingers through Harry's hair. Snape pressed Harry against the tree as they began to kiss with more ferocity, their tongues moving back and forth between their mouths. Harry gave a moan and moved his hands from Snape's cheeks down his back and wrapping his arms around him tightly, bringing the older man closer.

Both of them were so preoccupied that they failed to realize that the trees were moving, that dirt was flowing around them. The tree they were leaning into moved with them as they were transported to another part of the forest. Still kissing, they began to hear voices a short distance away from them.

Snape pulled away, breathless as he heard Hermione's voice talking about a unicorn. Harry glanced around and finally noticed where they were. This part of the forest was lighter, with shorter trees. He could hear the birds chirping again, always a good sign. Harry struggled to stay upright as he pushed off the tree, but somehow he managed and followed Snape as he led the way to Harry's group of classmates. He had time to hear a whisper and noticed Snape's wand pointing at him. He felt a breeze push across his lips. Harry realized that his lips were probably very thoroughly kissed and Snape had fixed the color and made them less swollen.

"Thanks, um, sir."

Snape stopped and looked back at Harry with a slightly kinder expression than usual. "For Merlin's sake, Potter, stop blushing like a 12 year old school girl."

Harry grinned. That tone of voice was generally saved for his Slytherins, the only students he actually cared for. Severus Snape cared for him! Harry knew what memory he would use the next time he had to perform a Patronus.

When they reached the circle of students, Harry's mouth dropped open. There he was, his nemesis for 7 years, holding a freshly birthed unicorn in his arms, cradling it softly. Draco Malfoy looked very serene, stroking the baby unicorn's fur as it slept. Meanwhile, the rest of the students were covered in various liquids and looking rather disgusted.

"Scourgify!" called Snape and pointed at everyone, whose mess immediately cleaned up. He walked over to Draco and began to talk to the students about what they needed to do next.

Hermione ran up to Harry and embraced him. "Are you alright? You crashed into that tree pretty hard and you were knocked completely unconscious. Professor Snape told us to go on ahead and find the unicorn. It was really easy, Harry. The forest led us right to her! And the birth, oh, the birth was the most amazing – " she stopped and looked Harry over. "Why is your hair so neat?"

Harry touched his head and realized that Snape must have tried to fix his hair as well. He couldn't help but imagine himself back in that position, Snape's fingers slowly moving through his hair.

"Well?"

"Oh! Um, my hair was a right mess after I walked into the tree, so I just – flattened it a bit," Harry tried not to stutter and looked at Hermione directly in the eyes.

Hermione gave a frown and narrowed her eyes. Suddenly, they lit up like a Christmas tree. "You! You did it!" she exclaimed.

Harry noticed the number of people looking in their direction, including Snape. "Will you keep it down? I won't say anything here. Not until we get back and we're safe from…prying eyes and ears," he explained.

But Hermione was already in tears. She embraced Harry again, and whispered, "I'm so happy for you, Harry!"

The two of them walked the few short steps back to the group and listened in while Snape discussed the necessary steps for cleaning the mother unicorn and baby. Lavender and Padma jumped right in, but the boys all looked fairly apprehensive. Harry took in a deep breath and walked towards Draco. "Need any help?" he asked.

Draco gently put the foal down and began cleaning him with his wand. "No, but I suppose you will help me anyways, Potter."

"Damn right I will. I wasn't listening to Snape at all. What do I need to do?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "We need to check to make sure that the foal looks healthy. Bright eyes, no deformities, that kind of stuff. It should be able to stand by itself within an hour," he added.

"How long has it been since it gave birth?" Harry asked.

"Probably around half an hour," Draco responded.

Harry and Draco watched the foal as it struggled to stand for the first time, then fell. Harry couldn't help but make a parallel to his and Snape's relationship, if you could even call it that. Clearly, an attempt had been made, and was even slightly successful. But would it stay that way? Could he really get Severus Snape to fall in love with him?

"He cares for you, Potter."

Harry looked at the blonde. "What did you just say?"

"Snape. He has feelings for you," Draco repeated. Did the boy have psychic powers?

"I don't know what you're talking about, Malfoy," Harry responded hastily with a blush to his cheeks.

"Yeah you do," Draco responded. "I see how you stare at him when you think no one is looking. He stares at you when he thinks no one is looking too."

Harry decided to admit defeat. "Really? He does?"

"It's bloody annoying, that's what it is. What he sees in you I haven't the slightest idea, but there you have it. He's always trying to give you a better grade than what you deserve in Potions, and he's saved your arse too many times for me to count," Draco commented.

"What should I do, then?"

"Be honest," Draco answered, watching as the foal made his second attempt at standing.

Harry repressed a giggle at how *honest* he had been with Snape. "You mean, tell him how I feel?"

The foal had been standing for a few seconds, and tried to take a step. His legs buckled beneath him and he fell again. Draco stroked the golden mane and answered, "I suppose you could do that."

"And if I have already?"

Harry and Draco both eagerly looked on while the foal stood up and walked towards his mother, only wobbling a bit.

"Well then, as they say, the Quaffle is in his box now."

"When did Draco become so bloody insightful?" Harry asked Ron as they sat around the campfire for their last night on the camping trip.

"Hell if I know, Harry. All I know is that you made this potion stronger than you said it was. Hermione STILL looks like Muriel. She tried to snog me earlier!" he responded desperately.

"Well, you know I've always been pants at potions," Harry answered.

"It seems as if Mr. Potter is learning the trait of honesty today," Snape commented from across the fire. "How remarkable."

Harry couldn't help but smile. For some reason, Snape's nasty comments seemed more like a Slytherin's idea of flirting. Perhaps it had been like that for a while, and Harry had been unwilling to believe that wonderful truth.

Harry considered the deranged look in his professor's eyes when he confronted him about Ron's drunken words. Was he that afraid of letting someone feel affection for him? If Draco was right, then maybe he was trying to convince himself that Harry was a sad and pathetic boy – or playing a practical joke. Either way, it made him feel even more for Snape.

Throughout his crush, he had not considered any ramifications to their relationship. He was of age, so that was no longer a problem, but was there a restriction on teacher/pupil affairs? He had just a few months left, so they could keep it quiet until he graduated.

This is saying that Snape even wants a relationship, Harry reminded himself. He was such a complicated man. He knew that Snape would fight him until the very end and it was up to him to see him through it.

Harry feigned a yawn and glanced at Snape, who was watching him carefully. "Is it only 9?" he asked. "I'm positively knackered."

Ron glanced at him with an eyebrow raised. Harry had told him and Hermione about what happened in the forest before they caught up with the rest of the group. Hermione did more squealing, and Ron looked rather uncomfortable with the idea of Snape snogging anyone.

"Well, mate, you'd better get some sleep, you reckon?" Ron asked him louder than usual.

"Oh come on, Harry! Party with us tonight!" complained Dean.

"You know me, Dean. I'm not really the partying sort," Harry answered. "I prefer the quiet life."

The members of the fire circle chuckled at that. Harry Potter, a quiet life indeed. Perhaps that was why he preferred not to party. The party always found him.

Harry stretched and stood up. "Well, good night everyone. See you in the morning."

Everyone bade him a good night, and Harry walked back to his tent, shivering. It wasn't quite cold enough for his thermal pajamas he brought with him, but he would definitely be curling up in his sleeping bag tonight. Unless, of course, he had a Professor Snape to snuggle up with instead.

Harry entered his tent and stripped down to his gold and yellow Gryffindor boxers. He sat down nervously and took out his Transfiguration book. He did enjoy transfiguring clothing, after all.

Roughly an hour later, Snape walked in to find Harry lying on his sleeping bag, dressed in nothing but a scarlet piece of lingerie, his wand sitting beside him with a bit of light. Harry admired Snape, who was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and Muggle jeans.

"Mister Potter, I suggest that you change out of that. They appear to be far too tight for your own good."

Harry stared deep into his professor's eyes. "Well then, sir, I suppose someone should take it off."

Snape looked at him with a heated gaze. "Potter, do you have any idea what you are doing?"

Harry shrugged. "Do I ever? It seems to have worked out for me just fine."

Snape still seemed uncertain, as if he was deciding between running as far as he could go or jumping onto Harry. Harry decided to make the decision for him.

Harry stood up with his wand, watching as Snape drank in the image of Harry's Quidditch-toned, olive-skinned body. It was enough to make anyone's mouth water with desire. The particular pair of underwear failed to leave much to the imagination. He walked rather slowly towards the older man, searching for facial cues for any negative response. Seeing none, Harry seized Snape's hands. "You may not think that I don't know what I'm doing, but trust me, I've never been more sure about anything in my life."

"I still do not believe you," Snape began, tracing his fingers along Harry's hand. "But I will not deny something so exquisite when it is offering itself to me."

"That sounds like a marvelous plan to me," Harry replied, and closed the gap between them with his lips.

If he thought that their previous kiss was passionate, Harry had no words to describe what this one was like. His knees buckled and they fell down onto Harry's sleeping bag together. Snape whispered, "Nox," and Harry's wand went out.

The only thoughts that were passing through Harry's mind were that this was finally going to happen, that Severus Snape actually wanted Harry. During these thoughts, Snape was ravaging Harry's mouth, running his hands up and down Harry's mostly naked body.

Harry, who was on his back, wrapped his legs around Snape and pulled him in closer and thrust upwards.

"Patience, Potter," Snape mumbled

"You know I've never been one to wait," Harry answered back, sliding Snape's shirt up his back and over his head.

"Perhaps that's something I can teach you," Snape whispered into Harry's ear.

"I would be more than willing to listen," Harry responded, tugging Snape's pants down.

Snape smiled at Harry and began to kiss down his chest, then below his stomach, and finally settled near Harry's lingerie. He traced the edges of the garment, his fingertip softly rubbing against Harry's skin. Harry looked down and blushed a bit, as his erection was distorting the fabric. Harry gasped as Snape finally took a hold of the thin material and pulled it down, Harry's cock popping up as the fabric slid over it.

Snape immediately wrapped his wonderfully warm and wet mouth around Harry's throbbing member. He moved painfully slow up and down his shaft, Snape's tongue tracing circles as he went. Harry cried out and came right then and there. Snape eagerly drank in Harry's seed as he pumped seed down his throat.

Breathless, Harry stared into Snape's eyes as he came forward to kiss Harry again. Harry tasted the saltiness of his own come in the kiss.

Pulling away, Snape smirked and muttered, "Do you call that patience, Potter?"

Harry grinned. "How about we try it with you?" he asked and reached down.

Snape swatted his hand away. "I have other plans for myself," he murmured, his hand tracing down Harry's stomach. "Only if you wanted to, of course."

Harry understood exactly what Snape meant, so he gave Snape a chaste kiss, than rolled onto his stomach. "I believe this position may help you out a bit more."

Snape whispered a spell and Harry felt a cold and wet finger stroking his sphincter. He whimpered as the finger began to breech his entrance. While Harry had used his fingers before, no one else had ever done so. The unfamiliarity of Snape's fingers gave it a completely different sensation. Snape had clearly done this before, as he very carefully reached the soft nub deep within Harry to stir within him a fury of passion. Harry immediately noticed his prick filling up again.

As Snape pleasured and stretched him, Harry began writhing around in pleasure. "P-Please Severus, I need you inside of me."

The fingers stopped moving. Harry turned around and looked at Snape, who was giving him an amused glance. "Severus, eh?" he asked.

"Well, your fingers are currently buried inside of my arse, so I would say that merits first name basis, wouldn't you say?" Harry responded, wiggling his bottom to continue stimulating himself.

"Don't expect me to call you Harry and swoon over you like a love struck child," Snape commented and pulled his fingers out of Harry.

Something much larger pressing into Harry prevented him from a sharper retort. He was quickly reminded why he was in this rather compromising position as Snape began to thrust forward. Harry let the burning sensation flow through him; he had been expecting this. What he hadn't expected was the sheer amount of fullness that he was experiencing. Snape wrapped his hands around Harry's cock and began to stroke him to the movement of his own thrusts. Harry moaned at the touch and began to respond back, thrusting back into his lover.

Severus pulled Harry up onto his knees and began nipping on his neck. Harry reached behind him to pull Severus' head down closer, his fingers getting tangled in the man's long hair. As the thrusts grew in intensity and speed, Harry began to cry out more frequently, Snape's breathing increasing.

Harry wasn't sure who came first. All he knew was that his body was seizing up, the strokes on his prostate as well as his cock became too much for him. Snape uttered a low cry and held onto Harry's hips for support as he came inside of him.

Panting, the two men fell forward, covered in sweat and semen. Severus wrapped his arm around Harry's naked body and brought himself closer.

"I've wanted to do that for a while now," Harry admitted to the older man.

It was silent for a few moments, but then, "Me too," Severus whispered.

After which, sleep overtook both of them.

END OF CHAPTER 7

I hope you guys liked it! I think chapter 8 will be the last chapter of Camping. I have some serious plot bunnies eating away at me…I have about 3 long(er) fics in the making, and I'd like to start working on those. Looking for a beta for two of them (both Drarry fics) to send over what I have written already. Anyone know anyone?