Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before

I feel a little ashamed for not offering you smut for that long into the story but here is finally a tiny bit of hot steamy action.

jujukitty:oops, I corrected it. *blushes a tiny bit* That's what you get for using the spell checker. Thanks for pointing it out to me. I always felt that Harry needed to break down a little after everything that happened in his life and alas, here he is freaking out big time.
madamdragon:I love to get spoilt with reviews as well so we are even. I tremendously enjoy interacting with my readers, that's half the thrill of sharing my work with you. Here is another chapter, just for you.


20. Like a rhinoceros


As soon as the door closed Snape pulled Harry close, the boy once again melting into the embrace. His hand began to soothingly rub circles on his back trying to calm him down.


Closing his eyes Harry just pressed his cheek against the elder wizard's chest, the warmth warming not only his body.


“I am sorry,” he whispered into the black fabric.


“No I am,” Snape said dryly causing Harry to look up. “I should have put my foot down when Albus assigned me the task of dealing with your calling. I am horrible with feelings of any kind, I have the sensitivity of a rhinoceros and I should have known that you'd only end up hurt.”


Harry smiled wiping some stray tears away from his own cheek.


“Not a rhinoceros.” When Snape raised one brow he shook his head. “An elephant maybe.”


Gently Snape took Harry's chin and smiled thinly.


“I guess I can live with that.” He sighed. “I am also horrible with expressing feelings of any kind so I will not bother you with my feeble attempts.”


Harry smiled now for a moment nuzzling the wizard's chest.


“Just do not push me away all the time,” he said softly. “I am not really good with talking about feelings myself and maybe right now in the middle of the war is not a good idea to start.”


“Probably not,” Snape agreed one hand now playing with some hairs in Harry's neck, the touch going to Harry's cock. The boy tried to extricate himself from the embrace, embarrassed by his own body that was betraying him. Snape however pulled him tighter, his lips just behind Harry's ear.


“However I could show you,” he purred making Harry's toes curl with anticipation.


“Without pushing me away once you are done?”


“I will do my best,” Snape said brushing his lips over Harry's ear causing a shiver to go his body.


Harry nodded. “I guess I can live with that,” he said. “For now.”


Snape's face was transformed when he smiled a genuine smile, all the harsh parts suddenly melting into something beautiful.


He pulled the boy with him to an arm chair and sitting down, onto his lap finally levelling their faces. He cupped the boy's cheek and Harry closed his eyes at the touch but when the elder wizard's other hand brushed over Harry's erection he ripped them wide open.


This time Snape began to open Harry's jeans and then freed the hardness from the confines of his briefs, the touch of foreign skin against his cock breathtaking.


He hoped that after his freak out Snape would not stop now and was rewarded when the other wizards closed his graceful fingers around the hardness and began to pump.


It was amazing, his blood in his ears and shudders went through his body only to settle in the base of his cock. Every stroke bringing him closer to the edge.


“Look at me,” Snape whispered into Harry's hair and they boy could do nothing but obey, his green eyes unfocused, the irises dilated and his lush lips slightly open.


“Beautiful,” Snape whispered.


He was so close, his cock throbbing with need and after last night he needed to come so badly, the built up frustration and need messing with his judgement.


“Come for me,” Snape said softly and that undid Harry, for a moment his body went rigid, but then his cock erupted, the rest of his body spasming together with it.


Snape's fingers continued to milk Harry's cock and once it was over Harry slumped down on the elder wizard's lap, against his chest.


For a moment he felt a little dizzy, the world spinning around him.


“You need to breath,” Snape said with some amusement and once Harry did, he felt better.


Slowly his green eyes began to focus on the world around him and he became aware of his surroundings- and the stickiness on his skin.


He wanted to cast a cleaning spell but then remembered that thanks to his antics he was without wand.


Looking up carefully preparing himself for Snape's biting tongue and being pushed away he found the elder wizard watching him with a fire in his eyes, Harry had never seen before.


“Eh, could you do...” Harry asked pointing to the mess on both their skin. With a flick of Snape's wand both were cleaned and Harry put his now spent cock back into his briefs, closing his jeans.


Suddenly he felt awkward, so many things between them not clear and Snape probably thought him too skinny and ugly....


“Harry,” Snape forced Harry to look at him and then he felt the familiar pull into the wizard's mind who did not fight back. Instead a memory was drawn to the surface and Harry saw himself on Snape's couch, his chest naked and then he felt it, everything Snape had felt back then.


Arousal, anger at his arousal and desire, all mixed into a peculiar mix but above all he heard Snape's thought as he stared at his chest.


“Beautiful.”


For a moment Harry could only drift in Snape's feelings but then he felt a gentle prodding. Understanding the silent message Harry retreated closing his eyes for a moment to focus on his own mind.


When he opened them he turned to Snape whose black eyes were now back to his usual guarded expression.


However the man made no attempt to push him off his lap instead he flicked his wand to pour two glasses of brandy that floated over to them. Taking one and taking a sip Snape relaxed into the arm chair and Harry snuggled into the elder wizard's chest sipping from his own glass.


For a good while both were silent when there was a soft knock on the door.


“Severus?” It was Dumbledore and Harry blushed with shame for what he had said to the older wizard.


“Come.” Snape's voice was collected as always and Harry wanted to get up but Snape's arm kept him in place.


Dumbledore stepped into the room and took in the picture of two wizards he considered family, smiling warmly.


“Are you feeling more like your self Harry?” he asked.


Swallowing against the heavy lump in his throat Harry nodded.


“I am sorry for what I said to you,” he said softly.


“There is no need to apologize my boy, I understand where you came from and the reasons for your outburst but next time, both of you, deal with your personal problems before you hurt innocent bystanders.”


Glad that he was so easily forgiven Harry snuggled a little tighter into his lover's chest.


“However I am pleased to tell you that Fudge left together with most of the aurors so in case you are up to a delicious stew that Molly prepared, you might want to come down.”


Harry hesitated shortly but now Snape nudged him in the side, roughly.


“Get up Potter and apologize to Tonks. I come in a little bit.”


Sighing Harry rose from the comfortable place on Snape's lap and wanted to leave the room when Dumbledore held him back.


“I think you lost something young man,” he said holding out Harry's wand.


Feeling worse about his tirade downstairs Harry quietly accepted it back and without another word left the room.