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Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
40
Views:
14,103
Reviews:
131
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Nothing Important
2. Nothing Important
Potions was even worse, Snape now abusing the young wizard even more, with Harry losing points for almost everything but thankfully he was spared another detention when the bell rang.
The rest of the day got slightly better and once Harry retired to bed, he looked forward to more satisfying dreams.
He found himself not in the class room but this time he stood somewhere he had never been before. The room was spacious with a huge four poster bed and a drawer with a couple of personal items. Walking over Harry found pictures and one of them showed his mother and Snape as they sat near the lake.
'Oh god, I am in Snape's bedroom,” Harry thought. Hearing noises from the living room he snuck up to the door and peered into the adjoining room. The sight that greeted him was, well unexpected.
Snape sat in his arm chair, his head rested on the back-seat with his black hair this time running down his shoulders. What was unsettling however was who else was there.
On the floor in front of him knelt a student dressed in his school robes, brown hair his face obscuring what he was doing.
However that changed when Snape groaned, his face set into an expression of bliss.
“Yesss!”
His pale hand gripped the boy's head, as if he wanted to pull him closer. Harry did not know what possessed him but he silently stepped into the room and so very quietly crossed it so that he came to stand in a different doorway.
There were slurping noises and Harry cringed up when he saw that the student gave head. To Snape.
The man's cock was quiet impressive from what Harry could use as a reference and black hair concealed his testicles. The sight was breathtaking- no disgusting. Snape's features where tensed up in ecstasy, his black brows crinkled with concentration and there was something beautiful- no yucky- in the way his lips pulled up as he uttered one last moan his cock exploding in his lover's mouth, the student greedily swallowing.
For a moment Harry closed his eyes only to snap them wide open again when he heard Snape's voice.
“You do it every time Potter.”
Slowly the student disappeared while Snape had his head still on the back rest, a fine line of sweat trailing down his forehead.
Not being able to suppress a soft whimper Harry froze when the wizard's black eyes opened and snapped to his position. The expression on Snape's face was impressive, surprise, guilt and then alarm.
Quickly he closed his robe his eyes rooting the boy to his spot as he slowly rose.
Now trapped between Snape and the wall in his back Harry frantically tried to disappear like last time but to his horror nothing happened. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nevertheless made two steps back which brought him against the wall.
Snape's black eyes held the young wizard's, now so close that Harry could smell his after shave.
One hand was extended hovering next to Harry's cheek as if the man was deciding if it was safe to touch him. Feeling like a deer in headlights Harry could only stare into the charcoal eyes of the potion master.
Then the cool hand made contact with Harry's cheek the touch sending bolts down his body to settle in his half erect cock.
“What does that mean?” Snape asked quietly to himself as he stared into Harry's green eyes obviously not expecting him to answer that question.
'Of course he does not want me to answer it, he is not real only a figment of my imagination. This is my fucking dream, nothing here has any consequence in the real world.”
“Who are you?”
'Snape is afraid,' Harry thought to himself. 'He probably expects me to be someone sinister.'
Not trusting his voice to utter one word Harry braced his shoulders, determined to regain control of his dream. Crossing the rest of the distance he had to tilt up his head to see Snape's eyes.
However Snape surprised him when he bent down and pressed his raw lips against Harry's trembling ones, his tongue sweeping inside. Fully determined to push the elder wizard away Harry found himself pulling him closer instead.
When the potion master pulled away his black eyes flickered with something but before Harry had a chance to say anything the dream faded.
Sitting up with a start Harry felt his blood rushing in his ears, his lips still tingling with the memory of Snape's kiss.
Quickly he slipped out of bed only pulling on his bath robe and quietly left the bedroom.
Sitting down on one of the couches he stared into the unlit fireplace until the first students got up and the common room slowly filled up.
“Harry, is everything all right?” Hermione asked obviously worried.
The boy only then realized that the witch and his best friend sat next to him. Not really sure what to answer Harry shrugged.
“You look rotten, mat,” Ron said with sympathy.
“Another dream about him,” Hermione asked referring to Voldemort.
Feeling that that was a good excuse he nodded not sure what he could tell his friends. However Hermione's next words froze his blood.
“Come on, we have to see the headmaster.”
Adamantly Harry shook his head- the headmaster had a way of knowing everything once he saw Harry and THAT whatever it had been, was way too embarrassing. Snape would have a field day with the knowledge of the content of Harry's dreams, and first he had to find out what was wrong with his dreams.
A look of steel crossed Hermione's face.
“Harry, you do remember what Professor Dumbledore told us at the beginning of the year? Voldemort is on the lose now and any dream of you could be vital in protecting us against him.”
“Well, it was nothing important,” Harry started but was interrupted when the door to the common room was opened and Professor McGonagall swept into the room.
Suddenly dread swept through Harry's veins when her serious eyes came to rest on him, her expression not giving anything away.
“Mr Potter, please accompany me to the headmaster's office.”
While his shoulders slumped down Harry pointed to his state of undress.
“Can I dress first?”
Now there was some amusement in his head of house's eyes as she contemplated that.
“You can use the floo when you are done.”
With that she left the room leaving Harry confused more than anything. Hermione and Ron gave him sympathetic looks as he rose and disappeared into the bedroom.
Potions was even worse, Snape now abusing the young wizard even more, with Harry losing points for almost everything but thankfully he was spared another detention when the bell rang.
The rest of the day got slightly better and once Harry retired to bed, he looked forward to more satisfying dreams.
He found himself not in the class room but this time he stood somewhere he had never been before. The room was spacious with a huge four poster bed and a drawer with a couple of personal items. Walking over Harry found pictures and one of them showed his mother and Snape as they sat near the lake.
'Oh god, I am in Snape's bedroom,” Harry thought. Hearing noises from the living room he snuck up to the door and peered into the adjoining room. The sight that greeted him was, well unexpected.
Snape sat in his arm chair, his head rested on the back-seat with his black hair this time running down his shoulders. What was unsettling however was who else was there.
On the floor in front of him knelt a student dressed in his school robes, brown hair his face obscuring what he was doing.
However that changed when Snape groaned, his face set into an expression of bliss.
“Yesss!”
His pale hand gripped the boy's head, as if he wanted to pull him closer. Harry did not know what possessed him but he silently stepped into the room and so very quietly crossed it so that he came to stand in a different doorway.
There were slurping noises and Harry cringed up when he saw that the student gave head. To Snape.
The man's cock was quiet impressive from what Harry could use as a reference and black hair concealed his testicles. The sight was breathtaking- no disgusting. Snape's features where tensed up in ecstasy, his black brows crinkled with concentration and there was something beautiful- no yucky- in the way his lips pulled up as he uttered one last moan his cock exploding in his lover's mouth, the student greedily swallowing.
For a moment Harry closed his eyes only to snap them wide open again when he heard Snape's voice.
“You do it every time Potter.”
Slowly the student disappeared while Snape had his head still on the back rest, a fine line of sweat trailing down his forehead.
Not being able to suppress a soft whimper Harry froze when the wizard's black eyes opened and snapped to his position. The expression on Snape's face was impressive, surprise, guilt and then alarm.
Quickly he closed his robe his eyes rooting the boy to his spot as he slowly rose.
Now trapped between Snape and the wall in his back Harry frantically tried to disappear like last time but to his horror nothing happened. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nevertheless made two steps back which brought him against the wall.
Snape's black eyes held the young wizard's, now so close that Harry could smell his after shave.
One hand was extended hovering next to Harry's cheek as if the man was deciding if it was safe to touch him. Feeling like a deer in headlights Harry could only stare into the charcoal eyes of the potion master.
Then the cool hand made contact with Harry's cheek the touch sending bolts down his body to settle in his half erect cock.
“What does that mean?” Snape asked quietly to himself as he stared into Harry's green eyes obviously not expecting him to answer that question.
'Of course he does not want me to answer it, he is not real only a figment of my imagination. This is my fucking dream, nothing here has any consequence in the real world.”
“Who are you?”
'Snape is afraid,' Harry thought to himself. 'He probably expects me to be someone sinister.'
Not trusting his voice to utter one word Harry braced his shoulders, determined to regain control of his dream. Crossing the rest of the distance he had to tilt up his head to see Snape's eyes.
However Snape surprised him when he bent down and pressed his raw lips against Harry's trembling ones, his tongue sweeping inside. Fully determined to push the elder wizard away Harry found himself pulling him closer instead.
When the potion master pulled away his black eyes flickered with something but before Harry had a chance to say anything the dream faded.
Sitting up with a start Harry felt his blood rushing in his ears, his lips still tingling with the memory of Snape's kiss.
Quickly he slipped out of bed only pulling on his bath robe and quietly left the bedroom.
Sitting down on one of the couches he stared into the unlit fireplace until the first students got up and the common room slowly filled up.
“Harry, is everything all right?” Hermione asked obviously worried.
The boy only then realized that the witch and his best friend sat next to him. Not really sure what to answer Harry shrugged.
“You look rotten, mat,” Ron said with sympathy.
“Another dream about him,” Hermione asked referring to Voldemort.
Feeling that that was a good excuse he nodded not sure what he could tell his friends. However Hermione's next words froze his blood.
“Come on, we have to see the headmaster.”
Adamantly Harry shook his head- the headmaster had a way of knowing everything once he saw Harry and THAT whatever it had been, was way too embarrassing. Snape would have a field day with the knowledge of the content of Harry's dreams, and first he had to find out what was wrong with his dreams.
A look of steel crossed Hermione's face.
“Harry, you do remember what Professor Dumbledore told us at the beginning of the year? Voldemort is on the lose now and any dream of you could be vital in protecting us against him.”
“Well, it was nothing important,” Harry started but was interrupted when the door to the common room was opened and Professor McGonagall swept into the room.
Suddenly dread swept through Harry's veins when her serious eyes came to rest on him, her expression not giving anything away.
“Mr Potter, please accompany me to the headmaster's office.”
While his shoulders slumped down Harry pointed to his state of undress.
“Can I dress first?”
Now there was some amusement in his head of house's eyes as she contemplated that.
“You can use the floo when you are done.”
With that she left the room leaving Harry confused more than anything. Hermione and Ron gave him sympathetic looks as he rose and disappeared into the bedroom.