Never Wake a Sleepwalker

A/N: A bit of a return to the light-hearted feel of the first chapter here before the smut gets hot and heavy in the next, and final, chapter. Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed!

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Harry rushed through the Portrait hole, making a beeline for the stairs to the boy’s dorms when the Voice of Doom stopped him.

“Harry!” Hermione called, rushing over to where he stood. Nearly vibrating with excitement, she looked around, lowered her voice, and asked, “Well, how did it go? Did you get to him like I told you to?”

Harry swallowed heavily, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as his eyes gazed longingly at the stairs—and freedom. “Hermione,” he asked quietly, “can you give me a minute?”

“What? Why? We need to outline our plan of action, Harry,” she lectured insistently, poking him in the chest to get him to look back at her.

“Hermione…” he whinged, plucking at his robes, drawing her gaze to The Problem.

"What? Ewww, Harry! Why didn't you go to the loo?! Gross! What if McGonagall had seen you or something? Go! Take care of that! Ugh!"

Harry blinked in amazement as his cock wilted at those shrewish words. “Thanks, Hermione,” he said dryly, meeting her gaze once more. “Think you took care of it for me.” He grimaced then at the image those words brought to his head, shuddering a little in revulsion. “Now, then. What was so important that I couldn’t take myself off for a nice wank first?”

Hermione pursed her lips and sniffed in disapproval, but the light of challenge quickly came back to her eyes. “I have a PLAN.”

Harry backed up a few steps, watching her warily. She was slightly obsessed with helping him and he really needed to figure out why before he let her get too deeply involved. But…she said she had a PLAN, and could he really afford not to hear her out? After all, he’d just left his last detention with his virtue intact. Tomorrow night was the Leaving Feast and he was desperate.

This week had been pure, unmitigated torture for him, each detention following the path of the one from Tuesday evening, when he’d collected his scarf back from Snape. Tonight, he’d been driven so close to the brink by the small touches and husky whispers that he’d felt his balls drawing up when Snape had whispered into his ear, “Your hour is up, Potter.”

He’d stood at his workstation, shaking all over, grasping onto the countertop as he willed strength back into his legs. He’d cursed softly as Snape had left the room, a smooth, dark chuckle trailing behind him.

At least Harry had something to show for those detentions. To accompany the flavoured lubricant he’d made the first night—and used all week to help relieve the ache of his “detentions”—he’d also made three different kinds of massage oil, two aphrodisiacs, and one love philtre. The legality of the last one didn’t seem to bother Snape, so Harry hadn’t mentioned it.

“Harry. Harry!” Hermione snapped her fingers in front of his eyes, drawing him back to the present and making him realise he was half hard once again. It couldn’t be good for him to be hard so much—could it?

With a sigh, he walked over to a vacant sofa and slumped down onto it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to avoid Hermione until she got whatever she wanted off her chest. Turning a disgruntled look on his friend, he asked, “Why are you so interested, anyway? Why do you want to help me seduce Snape?”

Hermione did that little half grin while pursing her lips thing, the one that said whatever she was thinking wasn’t quite pure. “I’m interested because I’m your friend and want you to be happy,” she said, allowing her expression to soften. Of course, she kept the thought, ‘plus, how else am I going to get to watch you and that sexy beast snogging again?’ to herself.

Harry’s mouth quirked up in a crooked grin as he gave her a half hug and a soft, “Thanks, Hermione. You’re a great friend, you know?”

She hugged him back, hiding her smug smile.

~*~

The next night, after the Leaving Feast and the rest of the Gryffindors had settled into their beds, Harry and Hermione met in the Common Room. Hermione looked him up and down and said, “Do you want to look one more time? You need to act and react the same, or he’s going to know something is going on.”

Harry shook his head. He didn’t want to tell his friend that if he looked at her memory of him and Snape kissing one more time, it wouldn’t matter if he wanted to be stealthy or not, he’d run down to the dungeons and attack Snape. Too much stimulation was not healthy for a person his age. It couldn’t be.

Dragging in a deep breath, he looked at her and pleaded, “Tell me I’m not going to make a fool of myself. Tell me he’s not going to push me away and laugh at me, or tell me what an idiot I am for even thinking he could ever want me.”

Hermione softened and smiled at her friend. “He’s the luckiest man in the world, Harry, to be the man you want. If he doesn’t realise that, I will make sure and let him know.”

Harry grinned nervously and set his bare shoulders. “Well, let’s do this then, shall we?”

Hermione barely restrained a squeal of glee that she was about to get another private viewing of Harry and Snape making out in the halls. “You first. I’ll follow behind and cast the cushioning spells. Once we step out of the portrait hole, no opening your eyes. If I see him, I’ll say his name or something, all right?”

Harry nodded, eyes wide at the thought of what they were about to do. He wondered if he should have thought to bring any of his oils or the lubricant…not that there was very much of that left. He trembled slightly as he thought about brewing it again with his sexy professor. He spun and walked quickly to the exit, not wanting Hermione to see how his thoughts were affecting him.

As he reached the portrait hole, he paused and threw an anxious glance at Hermione. “What if he really doesn’t want me?” he asked, the question one that had been uppermost in his mind all day.

“Why wouldn’t he want you, Harry?” Hermione asked, exasperated.

“Well, I mean…it’s just that he hasn’t really made a move toward me all week. Yes, he’s teased the hell out of me, but that could just be his way of punishing me for what happened Sunday night. You know, get me all worked up and then laugh in my face when I leave tomorrow?”

Hermione worried her lower lip as she thought of that. “Actually, Harry, it probably has more to do with the school wards than anything.”

Harry just looked at her blankly, prompting her to roll her eyes and huff out, “Honestly, Harry, reading Hogwarts: A History just once won’t kill you. This is a boarding school where students and professors often share a great deal of time together. Of course there are wards.”

“Oh,” Harry said and nodded, then shook his head in confusion. “Why did the wards let us kiss, then? I mean, umm, well, when I woke up, my hand was…umm…” Harry waved the offending hand through the air.

Hermione smiled, melting a little bit at the memory of Harry’s hand disappearing into Snape’s trousers. “Well, I’m sure that had something to do with the wards recognising danger. They’re not going to wake you up by stopping you when it could have potentially harmed all the students and the school itself. If you two had continued once you woke up, then something would probably have happened.”

Harry nodded and turned back around, determined. “Time to seize the day, eh?”

Hermione grinned. “Go get him, tiger!”

Harry grinned back, and stepped through the portrait hole into—hopefully—his future.

~*~

Severus stalked through the corridors, listening carefully for any sounds, eyes sweeping the halls carefully, looking for anything to be out of place. He had always thought it a colossal waste of time, making rounds the night before the students left for their summer break, but tonight… Well, tonight he was expecting Potter to make his move.

He chuckled darkly to himself as he thought about the keen look of frustration that had been on Potter’s face when he left him the previous evening. The glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, and that mouth! Wet and red from where the boy had been chewing voraciously on his bottom lip. It was enough to drive a man insane.

Faint sounds reached him then. Footsteps approaching him, whispered cushioning spells. Severus felt his lips twist into a smug, satisfied smirk. The boy was really too predictable. Severus would have to see what he could do about that appalling trait.

He walked purposely toward the sounds, crossing his arms and scowling darkly at Hermione Granger as she and Potter came around the corner. She adopted an expression so innocent it could only be false and hurried to explain, in a soft whisper, “He’s sleepwalking again, sir!”

Severus lifted one eyebrow in amused disdain. Only Gryffindors could truly expect to get away with such a lack of proper subtlety. Sighing heavily, he nodded at Granger and said, “I’ll take charge of him from here, Miss Granger. Go back to your dorms now.”

“Oh, but—“

Severus cut off the girl’s cry of dismay with the judicious use of a scowl, accompanied by a raised eyebrow. “You doubt I can care for him, Miss Granger?”

He watched with no little amusement as Potter used his voice to track Severus. Within moments, toned arms wrapped around him, and a trim body snuggled right up to his. A breathy little sigh of pleasure blew air against the sensitive skin of his throat. Without pausing to think about it, Severus bent and swept Potter into his arms, ignoring for the moment the tiny smile that lurked around the boy’s lips.

As he turned toward his quarters, he heard soft footsteps behind him. Spinning back around, he pinned the foolish young woman with his gaze. “To bed, Miss Granger!”

He shook his head when the girl huffed in irritation and stomped back off in the opposite direction.

Turning his gaze once again to the lithe figure in his arms, he growled huskily, “You can open your eyes, Potter. Your little girlfriend is gone.”

Potter peeked out at him through one eye, mischief dancing in its emerald depths, before he grinned and tightened his arms around Severus’ neck. “We have to stop meeting like this, sir.”

Severus snorted and rolled his eyes, shifting the boy slightly in his arms.

“I assume you’ve thought this through?” he asked sardonically.

Potter’s smile turned seductive. “I’ve thought of nothing else all week.”

“What do you want, Potter?” Severus asked, dropping his voice to its silkiest register. He knew full well the impact of his voice on the young man in his arms. He watched in amused satisfaction as Potter’s eyelids drooped and he caught that full lower lip between his straight, white teeth. Potter’s next words, though, stole his breath.

“I want you to touch me with those impossibly long fingers of yours. I want to rub against you until I come. I want to suck you and lick you and I want you to do the same to me. I want... you."

“I do believe that can be arranged,” Severus murmured, before turning and striding back toward his dungeons.

TBC