Where Do We Go From Here?

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Without further ado, on with the story.
Chapter Two:

Snape watched him for a moment, and Harry was starting to become even more nervous than he’d been before. Why doesn’t he say something? I’m going to go nuts if he keeps up this silence. Almost as soon as this thought is completed, Snape decides to speak, and Harry almost doesn’t hear the words because he’s so intent on listening to that wonderful, sexy voice and watching those sensual, agile lips. Then he remembers that he needs to listen or he’ll be in even more trouble, and he focuses on the words, catching up quickly.

“Well, Harry, I’m afraid I don’t really understand what happened today. You’ve been doing well, and this relapse is giving me some concern. Is everything all right?” Snape had dropped his bastard routine as soon as they were alone, deciding that Harry probably needed a friend right now more than he did a lecture.

Part of Harry is really glad that Snape isn’t in evil-Professor mode, but part of him is almost wishing that he were; if Snape was being mean, it’d be easier for Harry to keep his mind out of his pants and on the conversation. As it was, his erection was trying valiantly to tent his voluminous robes. Steeling himself to make his voice sound as normal as possible, he answered Snape.

“I’m sorry for blowing up my potion today, Sir. I’m just a little tired. I didn’t sleep well last night . . . I was having strange dreams.” He wasn’t being untruthful; he really hadn’t slept well. After he’d been awoken by his wet dream about Snape, then cleaned up himself and the bedclothes, he’d lain awake for hours thinking about the implications of his dream and what he should do about it.

“Strange dreams, eh? Nothing to do with . . .” Snape began, but Harry cut him off before he could finish. He didn’t like hearing Snape refer to Voldemort as the Dark Lord.

“No, nothing to do with that. Just weird, is all. Woke up from one about one o’clock after I hadn’t gone to bed ‘til about midnight, and I wasn’t able to go back to sleep after it.” You might want to get off this subject, Harry, he told himself, unless you want to drive yourself completely mad. Thinking about those dreams aren’t helping you get rid of your erection!

At the thought of the problem in question, it jumped uncontrollably. Why did I have to decide to go without underpants today of all days? Entirely too much room down there for Little Harry to dance around. What was I thinking?

You were thinking about how lovely it would be if Snape saw your positive reaction and decided to do something about it.

No, I wasn’t! Was I?

His internal dialogue was interrupted by Snape. “Do you want to talk about your dream, Harry? It might help.”

His mind was screaming, Yes! Let me tell you all about what you did to me in my dreams last night! but the words he said were, “No . . . um, that’s okay. It’s a little . . .” exciting! Your hands were everywhere, your mouth tasted so good when you kissed me, and your cock tasted even better when I was sucking it! “embarrassing. I really don’t think I’d be . . .” able to keep my hands off of you. When you opened me so I could take your huge, throbbing cock into my eager little ass, I couldn’t help whimpering in pleasure. “comfortable talking to you about it. It was rather . . .” explosive sensations running throughout my body as you entered me slowly and then began thrusting, hitting my prostrate with every stroke, making me scream out my pleasure. “a personal dream. Not really the kind I’d share with anyone, if you know what I mean.” You kept pounding me until I came without either of us having ever touched my pulsating member, and then you followed me into the heights of pleasure, crying out my name. That’s when I woke up with cum all over my sheets, and I wish I had the guts to tell you all about it, but I don’t.

Something glinted deep inside Snape’s eyes, but it went by so quickly that Harry didn’t have time to identify it. There was, however, no mistaking the amusement in his voice when he next spoke. “I see. Would it ease your mind if I told you that it’s perfectly normal for mean, especially young men, to have erotic dreams? I’m assuming that’s the kind of dream you’re talking about, right?”

Harry felt his face flush as his cock twitched; the word ‘erotic’ had never sounded more exciting than it did when Snape said it in those sultry, sensuous tones that only he seemed to be able to produce. Harry wanted to deny Snape’s words, but he had decided several months ago that he wouldn’t lie to Snape ever again, and he wasn’t about to break his promise to himself. His voice squeaked as he answered, “Yes, that’s the kind of dream I was talking about.” Tell him, tell him! his conscience shouts, but he doesn’t listen.

“Do you want to talk about it? I realize that it may be uncomfortable for you, but it might help you work out whatever’s bothering you about it.” There’s something in Snape’s voice that Harry can’t quite seem to put his finger on, and it makes him more nervous, but also excited at the same time. Harry wonders briefly if Snape is perhaps a little turned on, but dismisses the idea as a strange flight of fancy.

“Well, I’m not really sure that I could tell you about any of it. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to tell you that the person in the dream was someone I didn’t expect it to be.” That should be safe enough.

Yeah, it’ll be safe for now, but you know you just want to tell him that it was him and then have him ravish you right here on his desk.

No! I don’t . . . I wouldn’t ever be able to sit in Potions class again without thinking about the fact that we’d done it right there on his desk.

So, you do want him to ravish you? Harry sighed. His conscience wouldn’t let up on him until he admitted to himself that he did want the Potions Master, even outside of his dreams.

Fine, you win, okay? I want him in whatever way he’ll have me. Now will you shut up and leave me alone so I can concentrate on what he’s saying?

There was no response, for which he was very grateful. He’d been so absorbed by his inner voice’s conversation that it took him a moment to realize that Snape was looking at him expectantly. “I’m sorry, Sir. Did you say something? I got a bit lost in my thoughts just then.”

“It’s quite alright, Harry, I understand. What I asked you was, why was the person in your dream so unexpected? Was it a close friend for whom you’ve never consciously had those kinds of feelings? An enemy? Or was there some . . . other reason?”

Harry was beginning to think more and more that Snape was toying with him, that he somehow knew the dream had been about him. There was a wicked little gleam in the drowning pools that were his eyes, and a sexy little smirk which made Harry’s cock twitch like mad graced his lips. But still Harry couldn’t quite seem to take the plunge and admit it to Snape.

“Well . . . I’m not exactly sure how to answer your question. I suppose the first unexpected thing is that it’s a he.” Maybe I should see how he responds to that before I go any further.

“Really?” Snape was sporting one of his rare true smiles now, and Harry’s breath caught in his throat, his heart began to beat so loudly he was surprised Snape couldn’t hear it, and his still-erect penis waved wildly underneath his robes as though it were saying, ‘Let’s play!’ Harry almost fell over, the various reactions were so strong. “Is this the first time you’ve had an erotic dream or thoughts about another male?”

Finding himself unable to speak, Harry just nodded. Snape continued speaking. “Well, I can understand why that would be thought-provoking, disturbing even. It might help you to know that sexual orientation isn’t a concern in the Wizarding world. I understand that in the Muggle world, bi- and homosexuality are frowned upon by the majority of people, but that’s just not the case here. It’s almost a non-issue. However, given your background, I can understand why it could come as an unwelcome shock to you; I assure you that if you choose to keep this little fact a secret, I will not tell anyone.”

Harry barely heard a word he said because he was focusing on breathing normally. By the time Snape was done with his little speech, Harry almost had his breath back, and he was able to stutter out a quick, “Th-thank you, S-sir.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing. “It is a bit of a relief to know that, but that wasn’t really my main concern. I couldn’t care less what anyone thinks of me, except for a few people, and even those . . . if they couldn’t accept me for who I am, then they don’t need to be a part of my life. Sure, it’d be hard, but I’d be able to deal. Like I said, that wasn’t really the biggest concern, it’s just the one that came out first.”

Snape was watching him, waiting patiently for him to continue. Steeling himself for the rejection he was sure would come, but knowing he’d never be able to live with himself if he didn’t let the man know, he dove headfirst into a confession. “The biggest reason I’m not really sure how to react is because of who he is. What I mean is . . . oh hells! I was going to try hinting at it, but that’s just going to drive me even more crazy than sitting in class and listening to you did. It’s you, all right? I had a very erotic dream last night about you, and sitting in class this afternoon listening to you speak just brought all of those images into my head. I’ve had a raging hard-on since I walked in here this afternoon, and it’s getting to the point where I’m almost ready to scream.”

Harry stood in front of Snape’s desk, panting from his outburst and pent-up excitement and trying hard not to just reach out and grab the man in order to kiss him. The only coherent thought he could manage was, Well, I never thought I’d ever see Severus Snape speechless.