Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before

Jujukitty: wow you are good with your guess of Snape's reasons.

Another update but do not believe that this is the end of the drama. This story turned into a soap opera but somehow I do not mind. It was fun to write.


29. Just touch me


In his dreams Bellatrix chased him over the quidditch pitch and cackling, let all his friends disappear, telling him how alone he was now. The last was Snape sitting on the stands and when he disappeared Harry awoke with a start, his heart beating away in his chest.


Sitting up he took the glass of water from the table and tried to still his thoughts
but when he placed it back, he knocked the picture off the table.


Leaning down he felt for it but miscalculated and trapped in his sheets he fell to the ground in a heap, taking the glass of water with him.


He still had trouble with pushing himself up from the ground and after a couple of attempts he ceased. On hands and knees he crawled into the living room and pulled Snape's cloak to the ground. Back in his room he crawled into a corner and curled together in the protection of Snape's cloak.


He was truly alone.


He did not hear the door being opened and he did not see the alarm on Snape's face when he found the bed empty. Lighting the candle he instantly found Harry in a corner and was at his side.


“Harry what happened?” he asked pulling the boy into his arms when he found him shaken from tremors and ice cold. Wanting to disappear into Snape's arms Harry turned his face away ashamed of his inability to be alone.


A gentle hand turned his face so that Snape could see him and found a tear rolling down his cheek.


Trying to find his voice and hiccuping Harry tried to form words that made sense but was not sure if he made it.


“Hush, she is dead, they are all dead and have no power of you. They would have to do it over my dead body Harry.”


Without much ado Snape rose and just pulled the boy into his arms, carrying him easily. Inside his own bedroom he gently placed him on the bed and took a vial with a potion out of his night table.


Pressing it to Harry's mouth he found him resisting and he stopped to look into his eyes.


“This is a dreamless sleep potion, please drink it.”


Finally opening his mouth the potion was poured down his throat Harry not even complaining about the foul taste.


Carefully Snape took the cloak and let it drop to the ground only to crawl into bed with the shaking boy and pulled him into his arms. His candle was put out with a simple charm and in the darkness Harry hid his face against the other wizard's chest.


Snape rubbed soothing circles on Harry's back and placed a kiss on his cheek.


“You are safe now, try to get some sleep.”


He slept till the early morning without any nasty dreams or being restless because he had an itch somewhere he could not reach. He lay on his side with Snape spooning him from behind, his arm pulling him closer to his chest.


And there was something hard pressing into his back- great, Snape had morning wood. Feeling his cock twitching with interest Harry inhaled harshly when Snape murmured something and thrust against his body.


His cock was now getting harder, throbbing with need and he had to get away because if Snape woke up he would be upset, he had made it clear in the last weeks that did not feel anything sexual for Harry.


Trying to wriggle free Harry desperately wanted to get up but Snape's left arm lay over his hip like lead.


Harry closed his eyes and tried to think of things that would make his erection go away.


But not even the thoughts of Dumbledore and McGonagall naked did the trick and he knew why.


First, he did not have an orgasm in seventeen months and being in Snape's proximity only made it worse. He desperately wanted what they had back then, the night before the last battle.


Snape was getting restless and waking up and so Harry did all he could and pushed his arm off his hip trying to get up.


And tried again and buried his face into the pillow because he knew his arms were just not strong enough for it.


He heard Snape sitting up and yawning and closed his eyes in mortification, not being able to prevent a shudder of his shoulders.


“Harry, are you awake?”


A warm hand was placed on his shoulder but he slapped it away, curling up a little more.


He heard Snape move and then rose from the bed and to Harry's horror walked around to kneel down in front of Harry. Who closed his eyes willing his hard-on to get away.


“What is the matter?” Snape asked and gently brushed a strand of hair off his forehead, the touch forcing a groan from Harry's mouth. “Are you in pain?” Now he sounded concerned and so Harry shook his head praying that he would just leave him alone.


“Did I do something wrong?” Snape asked in his gentle tone of voice.


Harry wanted to turn away but instead his body was gripped by one of those tremors, that made it impossible to do anything but wait till they ceased.


“Let me help you,” Snape whispered and turned him on his back. And then he saw Harry's hardness.


Harry kept his eyes closed not wanting to see the expression on Snape's face at least that way he could pretend that it was not disgust.


He fully expected Snape to leave but felt the bed dip and then a soft hand touched his hip.


“Harry, that is only natural you do not have to be ashamed.”


The potion master's hand on Harry's hip made it hard to hear anything but his blood rushing in his ears and feel anything but Snape's touch.


Snape tried to massage the tremors away on his side and this time Harry groaned with pleasure.


“Harry, look at me?” Snape requested taking his hand away from his body.


Opening his eyes Harry looked into Snape's face and his black eyes that burned with the same fire as it had done the night when they had sex.


“Is that because of me?” he softly asked his eyes trailing down Harry's body to the tented fabric of his pyjama bottom.


Once again Harry nodded and was hypnotized when Snape leaned down, and licked Harry's closed lips.


“I thought you did not want that kind of relationship any longer,” he whispered and his hand cupped Harry erection. “Tell me what you want me to do.”


“Just....touch me,” he groaned when Snape's fingers curled around his hardness, slowly pumping it with skilled fingers.


“I would give you head but I think this matter is rather urgent,” he purred and sped up his ministration.


It felt as if his body was coming alive again and Harry was helpless to do anything when he found release, but moan into Snape's mouth who thrust his tongue into Harry's mouth.


Milking him to his last drop Snape cleaned both of them with a flick of his wand and then laid down next to his lover, tenderly caressing his cheek as Harry slowly came down.


“I missed that,” Snape muttered. “Not only the sex but being close to you, touching you. I thought that maybe you did not want that from me any longer and just tried to be sensitive to your needs.”


Harry suddenly chuckled into the pillow the absurdity of the situation just too much for him.


He rolled around onto his back and stared at Snape who was fortunately not offended just waited for Harry to say something.


“I thought the same,” Harry finally said, for the first time touching Snape's hair that felt silken. “I thought now I that am this, you did not want me that way any more.”


Leaning down Snape kissed him but there was nothing chaste in that kiss. Pulling away he shook his head.


“Nothing in this world could keep from desiring you Harry. I told you I am rotten talking about emotions but in those months when I feared I had lost you forever, I could not bear the pain.”


Nuzzling his lover's neck Harry carefully nibbled on Snape's ear lobe and now it was his turn to moan.


Letting his hand trail down Harry curled his finger's around Snape's cock feeling it throb with need. Snape closed his eyes but made no move to stop him and so he pumped it with a little force, the way he enjoyed it himself.


The elder wizard's face was transformed into something beautiful and his lips were curled slightly as he enjoyed Harry's caresses. Speeding up a little Harry pressed his lips against Snape's, thrusting his tongue inside. When he felt the tell-tale quiver that went through the elder wizard's cock of impending orgasm, he bit into Snape's lower lip and with a loud moan he came in Harry hand.


Doing him the same favour he cleaned them up and snuggled into Snape's arms, feeling content and forgetting about the state of his body.


“Was that the reason why you were so moody?” Snape asked sounding amused.


Harry nudged him into his shoulder.


“That is not funny, I was horny for weeks.”


Snape gently pulled him a little closer whispering into his ear.


“Me too.”