Snowglobe?

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Severus exited the bathroom the same as he had the night before, wrapped only in a towel, his hair still damp. He ignored Harry completely as he searched the drawers for fresh clothes.

Harry watched Severus acting as though nothing had changed. Perhaps for Severus, nothing had, but for Harry, his world had suddenly been turned upside down. He was now consciously aware of his very powerful attraction to his Potions professor. Unsure of what to do or say, Harry sighed and went for a shower.

Severus' shoulders dropped as he heard Harry close the bathroom door. He sat on the edge of the bed, his clothes forgotten in his hands as he contemplated his doom. He had never felt so wanted as he had when Harry kissed him, and he had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Harry. The problem was, he was still Harry's teacher and would be for another six months.

He sighed and dressed quickly, not wanting to be in the room when Harry came out of the shower. He sat at Albus' desk and started scribbling on a piece of parchment, trying to look busy. That's where he stayed the rest of the day. There were hardly two words spoken between them as they both avoided the issue.

As evening approached, Severus began feeling very wary and tired. He excused himself right after they had finished their supper. He changed into the silly nightshirt and crawled into bed. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, feeling nervous and exhausted.

He awoke in the middle of the night, once again feeling Harry pressed up against him. Severus was laying half on his stomach, half on his side, which gave Harry the perfect position to enter him.

"Potter!" he yelled as loud as his nervous voice would allow, which wasn't very loud at all. Harry only groaned and held Severus' waist tightly as he thrust in. Severus gasped and tried to scream, but it caught in his throat. He struggled to free himself, but that only made Harry grasp him tighter. He could feel the bruises starting where Harry's fingers dug into the soft flesh of his hips.

He nearly sobbed as Harry began moving in him, not giving him nearly enough time to adjust, especially with his arse still sore from the night before. Harry was kissing and nipping at the back of his neck as he buried his head in his pillow to ride out the waves of pain without screaming bloody murder.

The pain had receded and Severus was beginning to rock back into him, when Harry stopped suddenly and stiffed up around him.

"Oh, God, Professor! I'm so sorry," Harry whispered into the soft hairs at the back of his neck. Severus wrapped an arm around Harry and grabbed his arse, encouraging him to keep moving.

"Don't stop," Severus whispered breathlessly.

Harry began rocking slowly, kissing Severus passionately on his neck and shoulders. He held Severus tightly with one hand under his waist and used the other hand to gently turn Severus' face towards him.

When their lips met, Severus swore he saw stars. Harry's mouth was hot and sweet, his tongue dancing around Severus' mouth. Severus was panting into his mouth as Harry's hand trailed slowly down his chest, moving the soft material of his nightshirt out of the way, then gently, but firmly grasped his leaking cock. He whimpered and moaned as Harry worked him over from both ends, adjusting his thrust so that his prostate was hit each time, which caused Severus to buck into Harry's hot hand.

It seemed like hours, or only seconds, before Severus was bucking wildly and pumping his seed into Harry's hand, screaming Harry's name. Harry gave a couple of last grunts before following Severus into bliss. Harry held Severus tightly as the man trembled and gasped for air. It wasn't long before they fell into an exhausted sleep.

Severus again woke feeling warm and secure, Harry's arms wrapped around him. As the memories of last night returned, however, Severus began feeling angry. He suddenly felt very used and abused. Harry had, essentially, raped him. Sure, the man hadn't done it intentionally, he wasn't even aware of it until it was too late, but he had still used Severus as nothing more than a sex toy.

Severus angrily threw Harry's arm off him and jumped out of bed. He pulled the nightshirt down as much as he could to hide himself.

"Bloody hell, Potter!" he yelled at Harry, who was staring up at him in confusion. "If you're going to do that every night, at least warn me so I can lube up before bed!"

Harry turned scarlet and bowed his head in shame as he sat up on the bed.

Severus was about to step into the bathroom when a thought struck him. "I thought you said you could control your dreams?" he said, whirling on Harry and giving him an accusatory glare.

"I can!" Harry returned Severus' anger. "I just can't control what my body does when I'm dreaming!"

Severus looked at him puzzled. "Does that mean you were dreaming about fucking me?"

Harry dropped his head again, refusing to meet Severus' eyes.

"I... You..." Severus was at a loss for words. He had no idea what to make of Harry's confession. The idea that Harry dreamed of him in such a way, thrilled him more than he could have thought possible. The idea that Harry wanted him, scared him, though. He shook his head as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door quietly behind him.


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