Searching My Soul
Chapter 12
Searching My Soul
by
snapesgirl1981
Short but at least another update. ~
snapesgirl1981
Chapter 12
The last night
before he would return to Hogwarts Harry had trouble falling asleep,
rolling over and over in the very empty bed, trying to stop thinking
about Snape for once so that he could actually get some rest. But it
seemed his thoughts wanted to linger and he turned back on his back
and sighed into the silence of the room. There was no way around it,
he missed the potions Master, missed his soft breathing and the
reassuring feeling that another human being was present in the room.
He missed his body warmth to snuggle up to, to hide in his arms and
forget for a night that he was the boy-who-lived, that he would be
either murdered or murder one day according to an old prophecy.
It wasn't that
Harry really thought Snape felt the same for him because he had never
said anything about any feelings he might have for the boy but still
he couldn't help but hope for more. Apparantly not love or even
affection, he began to wonder if he would ever be granted with any of
these feelings or be lonely for the rest of his life. But maybe the
kind of interest Snape obviously had in him would continue while they
were in Hogwarts and maybe he would be able to convince the man that
he was old enough to be made love to- or at least have sex.
What he was
supposed to do about Neville, Harry wasn't sure. He was not feeling
at all threatened by the boy's knowledge- Harry knew now that he
would never be interested in girls in that way and he had no trouble
with the fact that maybe soon people would know. It was a comfort
that apparantly in the wizarding world homosexuality was a common
thing and that many wizards were gay. He fully intended to ask Snape
once he had the chance to in school. He sighed trying to imagine what
the potions Master was doing right now, hopefully sleeping.
He turned around
and curled up into a small ball trying to recall the way in which the
warmth of Snape's body had permeated his. He smiled and soon drifted
off into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning
started early with hectic people hurrying through their morning
routine to catch the Hogwart's Express on time. The ride to King's
Cross station was made in almost complete silence- Ron and Hermione
had argued about something and weren't sleeping, Neville was sitting
in his seat almost asleep once again and Harry stared out of the
wi try trying to not get his hopes up too much about seeing Snape
again.
The train
already waited its engines steaming and they had to hurry to board
the train on time. Tonks had accompanied them to the station and her
yellow hair disappeared slowly as the train made its way to the
northern parts of england. Harry and his friends had one department
for themselves and soon Neville snored and Hermione and Ron were
arguing once again about prefect duties of all things. Harry leaned
back in his seat and tried to banish every thougth including Snape
from his mind and fell asleep.
He was in the
dungeons, in his potions classroom, sitting on the exact spot he sat
on in the last six years and apart from him and Snape the room was
empty. The potions Master sat behind his desk boring his dark eyes
into Harry's green ones not saying one word.
In the next
moment the door opened and two young boys stepped into the room- one
dark haired and the other one pale blond. To Harry's surprise they
apparantly didn't see himself and Snape and they instantly began
kissing each other passionately, the blond one pressing the dark one
against the door, attacking his robe with vigour.
Soon they
began to moan as their clothes were one by one stripped away and they
sank to the floor, their young toned bodies covered with sweat and
their moaning turning urgent. Harry cast a short look at Snape who
watched the scene silently. His eyes were filled with regret and his
mouth set in a grim line. The two boys on the floor were obviously
oblivious that they had an audience and now the blond began to suck
on the other boy's cock. As the soft light from one of the torches
hit the face Harry recognized with a start a younger version of his
teacher whose face was right now twisted in pleasure. He moaned
softly and then a shudder began to grip his body.
„Lucius!“
He spasmed repeating this name over and over.
„Harry!
Harry, we are in Hogsmead!“ Hermione's voice made its way into
his mind and his eyes snapped open.
AN: I
am aware it took me some time to update but sometimes real life gets
a bit rough. There will be more updates in the next days because i
just finished another chapter of my SSHG story A True Slytherin which
is published in ff.net. I have some time now to write some more of
this smutty fun and I hope you enjoy what you read. Thanks once again
for the nice feedback in the last weeks and yes, this story will be
finished. Rest assured that I would never be so cruel to leave you
hanging in the middle of it. Check back now and then to see if I
managed to update.
The notifiy
list is NOT working. I have to admit that i have many adresses stored
on my account and no idea which one wants to receive a notification
for what. I am going to create a notifiy list where you can join and
I will simply send a mail out whenever I update one of my stories. I
would feel honoured if you want to join the list. I am going to set a
link to it in my profile when I am done.
Give me more
feedback ladies- and guys! I could use some comments right now and
maybe you have an idea who I could pair up with Neville. I want to
give him some happies.