Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
40
Views:
14,161
Reviews:
131
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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A really crappy day
I have to admit I enjoyed yesterday and I am inclined to spoil you today as well. Enjoy the first update.
18. A really crappy day
It was well after midnight when Harry and Snape finally returned to their living room, Harry tiredly slumping down on the couch.
He was exhausted and wanted to sleep for the rest of the weekend but so far he had had no chance to talk with Snape about what happened at the ministry.
“Potter, go and change into your pyjama while I order some food from the house elfs.”
Harry shook his head. “I am not hungry.”
“You have not eaten a proper supper Potter so you are either going to eat some sandwiches now or I have to put you under imperius. You are emaciated enough for my taste.”
Harry shrugged not in the mood for a fight, not in the mood for supper or a talk- he wanted Snape to kiss him again, like he had done in the ministry.
When Harry did not move Snape sighed and walked over to stand right in front of Harry, who was still sitting on the couch.
“If I kiss you Potter, will you eat something?”
Harry nodded with a crooked smile and got to his feet.
“Depends on the kiss,” he whispered melting into Snape's strong arms.
“I consider this a challenge,” Snape purred into the younger wizard's ear.
Harry wanted to press his lips against Snape's when the elder wizard gripped his chin, shaking his head.
Instead the potion master tilted Harry's head to the side and with one graceful finger he trailed the contour of his mouth.
His lips twitched in amusement when Harry whimpered and he took pity on the boy. Closing the short distance between them Snape kissed Harry who eagerly reciprocated.
The blood was rushing in Harry's ear and he desperately gripped Snape's shoulders to keep upright as he surrendered to the kiss. His hardened cock felt uncomfortable between his legs and his eyes almost bulged out when a warm hand cupped it through the cloth of his jeans.
He buckled into the touch, the feeling of somebody else touching him there exhilarating. Pulling away a little Snape let his gaze travel down to Harry's erection, once again an amused twitch around his mouth.
“So, will you eat something now?” he asked his voice once again collected and even.
Harry ripped his green eyes open and stared at the other wizard.
“Not like that,” he growled. “I am hard as a rock and I had a really crappy day.”
“That is not my problem Potter,” Snape answered pulling his hand away from Harry's body, getting some distance between them. “You asked for a kiss, you got one. Now hold up your part of the bargain and eat something.”
Without another word Snape walked over to his arm chair and gracefully sank down, not at all bothered by Harry's state of arousal.
His cock tented the fabric of his jeans, his breath was ragged and the whole of his body screamed for release but knowing that he had no real choice, Harry sank back onto the couch, only now seeing the plate with sandwiches on the table.
Fidgeting a little to get comfortable which was not easy with an erection in your lap he took one cheese sandwich and began to chew on it.
He really did not feel much like eating but he agreed that he would need his strength back for the war, that started much sooner than Harry had anticipated.
“What will happen next?” he asked with a full mouth.
Snape did not remark on his crude manners as he leaned back into the arm chair.
“I would assume that depends on Lord Voldemort's next move. If he starts to attack our world in earnest now, there is a good chance the war against him will start.”
“What about the other students?” Harry asked finishing his sandwich.
“That depends on what the headmaster decides and about what that bumbling fool of a minister Fudge thinks.”
Taking a sip from his juice Harry rested back into the cushions yawning.
“What about us?” he finally asked, the question he was most interested in anyways.
Snape cocked one brow. “Us?”
Now a little irritated himself Harry sat up again.
“Yes, us. What about that stupid calling thing?”
Snape's eyes got a little colder now.
“We'll see about that,” he finally replied and before Harry could ask more questions, he raised his hand. “It is late Potter and you need some rest. Will you manage to get to your bed on your own or do you need me to put you to bed?”
Narrowing his eyes Harry got up, feeling foolish for thinking that Snape could be anything but an arse.
He wanted to say something, some insult but then did not bother, it would only lead to a fight he was not able to handle right now.
With one cold glare at the unmoved potion master Harry turned around and disappeared into his bedroom. He did not bother to change into his pyjamas and only undressed to climb into bed.
The soft sheets on his skin felt comfortable and his erection had waned with his anger, so he closed his eyes and cursed Snape to hell.
18. A really crappy day
It was well after midnight when Harry and Snape finally returned to their living room, Harry tiredly slumping down on the couch.
He was exhausted and wanted to sleep for the rest of the weekend but so far he had had no chance to talk with Snape about what happened at the ministry.
“Potter, go and change into your pyjama while I order some food from the house elfs.”
Harry shook his head. “I am not hungry.”
“You have not eaten a proper supper Potter so you are either going to eat some sandwiches now or I have to put you under imperius. You are emaciated enough for my taste.”
Harry shrugged not in the mood for a fight, not in the mood for supper or a talk- he wanted Snape to kiss him again, like he had done in the ministry.
When Harry did not move Snape sighed and walked over to stand right in front of Harry, who was still sitting on the couch.
“If I kiss you Potter, will you eat something?”
Harry nodded with a crooked smile and got to his feet.
“Depends on the kiss,” he whispered melting into Snape's strong arms.
“I consider this a challenge,” Snape purred into the younger wizard's ear.
Harry wanted to press his lips against Snape's when the elder wizard gripped his chin, shaking his head.
Instead the potion master tilted Harry's head to the side and with one graceful finger he trailed the contour of his mouth.
His lips twitched in amusement when Harry whimpered and he took pity on the boy. Closing the short distance between them Snape kissed Harry who eagerly reciprocated.
The blood was rushing in Harry's ear and he desperately gripped Snape's shoulders to keep upright as he surrendered to the kiss. His hardened cock felt uncomfortable between his legs and his eyes almost bulged out when a warm hand cupped it through the cloth of his jeans.
He buckled into the touch, the feeling of somebody else touching him there exhilarating. Pulling away a little Snape let his gaze travel down to Harry's erection, once again an amused twitch around his mouth.
“So, will you eat something now?” he asked his voice once again collected and even.
Harry ripped his green eyes open and stared at the other wizard.
“Not like that,” he growled. “I am hard as a rock and I had a really crappy day.”
“That is not my problem Potter,” Snape answered pulling his hand away from Harry's body, getting some distance between them. “You asked for a kiss, you got one. Now hold up your part of the bargain and eat something.”
Without another word Snape walked over to his arm chair and gracefully sank down, not at all bothered by Harry's state of arousal.
His cock tented the fabric of his jeans, his breath was ragged and the whole of his body screamed for release but knowing that he had no real choice, Harry sank back onto the couch, only now seeing the plate with sandwiches on the table.
Fidgeting a little to get comfortable which was not easy with an erection in your lap he took one cheese sandwich and began to chew on it.
He really did not feel much like eating but he agreed that he would need his strength back for the war, that started much sooner than Harry had anticipated.
“What will happen next?” he asked with a full mouth.
Snape did not remark on his crude manners as he leaned back into the arm chair.
“I would assume that depends on Lord Voldemort's next move. If he starts to attack our world in earnest now, there is a good chance the war against him will start.”
“What about the other students?” Harry asked finishing his sandwich.
“That depends on what the headmaster decides and about what that bumbling fool of a minister Fudge thinks.”
Taking a sip from his juice Harry rested back into the cushions yawning.
“What about us?” he finally asked, the question he was most interested in anyways.
Snape cocked one brow. “Us?”
Now a little irritated himself Harry sat up again.
“Yes, us. What about that stupid calling thing?”
Snape's eyes got a little colder now.
“We'll see about that,” he finally replied and before Harry could ask more questions, he raised his hand. “It is late Potter and you need some rest. Will you manage to get to your bed on your own or do you need me to put you to bed?”
Narrowing his eyes Harry got up, feeling foolish for thinking that Snape could be anything but an arse.
He wanted to say something, some insult but then did not bother, it would only lead to a fight he was not able to handle right now.
With one cold glare at the unmoved potion master Harry turned around and disappeared into his bedroom. He did not bother to change into his pyjamas and only undressed to climb into bed.
The soft sheets on his skin felt comfortable and his erection had waned with his anger, so he closed his eyes and cursed Snape to hell.