Seek

[A/N - This chapter will contain dreamsequence Snarry. You entered at your own risk.]



Maybe it was the drinks he'd had with Ron after Hermione had gone home that made his dreams so vivid?



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Harry was sitting in his regular seat in the Potions classroom, wearing his Hogwarts robe, not surprised to find he was naked beneath it. (This was a recurring theme in the dreams of practically every student he had known). A piece of parchment sat on the battered worktable in front of him covered with alternating blocks of symbols, some serpentine and some sharp and spiky with peaks and troughs. He was trying to read it, but the symbols kept skittering to the corners of his vision when he focused on them and the warm breath in his ear was highly distracting.



He turned ready to say, 'not now, Snape will be here any moment', and found the professor staring quizzically at him. "Are even the simplest concepts beyond your reach, Potter?" Harry was formulating some scathing reply when Snape leaned abruptly forward and kissed him. The taste of the older man's mouth flooded Harry immediately, thinly sweet and utterly overwhelming, and dream Harry wilted into the kiss, returning it with the fervor of a drowning man, opening his legs for Snape to reach around the highbacked seat between them and stroke Harry through the cotton of his robes as if this were a perfectly reasonable situation.



Harry's hands were on the tabletop, he was unable to remove them despite the desperate urge to turn his body towards Snape who continued his assault on Harry's mouth and moved behind the boy, forcing them both to crane their necks awkwardly before the kiss broke at the angle, but Snape continued stroking Harry's fierce erection. He somehow slid a hand beneath Harry's robes and lifted them while urging the boy to stand and kicking away the chair. Harry found himself bent over the desktop, robes hiked up 'round his waist with his most feared professor rimming him, one capable hand still stroking the boy's cock. Snape stood, and Harry felt the man's hardness probing him.



"You are not looking hard enough, Mister Potter," Snape declared, and Harry felt himself entered. He groaned and moved against the fucking fantastic cock inside him, pleading incoherently. "Mister Potter. Potter!" Harry looked up and saw Snape standing across from him now, then glanced behind at whoever was fucking him. Lucius Malfoy smirked at him and gave an especially brilliant little twist of his cock in Harry's arse, then Harry was coming across the desktop even as Snape called his name urgently, "Harry!"



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Harry came awake on his stomach in his own bed, instantly aware of the uncomfortable stickiness between his belly and the bedclothes, secondarily aware of Graham standing at his bedside. And then thirdly aware of the urgent need to urinate.



Graham stared at him, amused. "Long night?"



"Ugh." Harry grunted and rolled out of bed, headed straight to the bathroom.



Graham lounged against the wall beside the door. "I wish I could have woken you up in time to take advantage, but I see the mattress was first in line." He grinned at the sound of running water and then of Harry brushing his teeth. "Out drinking with Ronnie again, hm?" His smile grew even broader as Harry emerged from the bathroom, disgruntled, red-eyed, and holding a hand towel over the front of his abused boxers, to begin the search for his glasses. He hated falling asleep with his contacts in.



Graham intercepted him and settled the lenses firmly across the bridge of his nose. "Good morning, Graham." Harry smiled his best lopsided idiot smile, both for the return of his glasses and for the relief of the hangover potion as it burnt it's way through his veins.



"It was for some of us," Graham teased.



Harry colored brilliantly and Graham swatted him lightly on one muscled shoulder. "Get dressed, you lazy sod. The new telly'll be here in a dash and you promised to help carry." When Harry scoffed he was hit with his own pillow, mysteriously kicked off the foot of the bed. "Like you'll not love lying about watching rugby matches where you can make out all the players." It was true, you could hardly make out the little men on the tiny screen of their current telly out from the frequent bursts of colorful static across the screen.



'I'll have to ward this one better,' Harry reminded himself. It would be far more difficult to explain away the random frequency disruptions his magic caused in a new, cutting edge piece of technology.



Harry pulled on a pair of jeans and was struggling to chose the least wrinkled shirt from the pile by his dresser when he realized he'd have to formulate a damn good excuse to go haring off to America for Graham. He pulled a suitable blue t-shirt from beneath the stale smelling red one he had worn last night and grimaced, half-wishing he'd not taken such a clever roommate.



He wandered out of his bedroom into the small kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards for the cereal and a bowl, then muscled Graham playfully from in front of the fridge where he stood drinking from a carton of orange juice.



"Check the milk, mate. Not sure I'd trust it." Graham chucked the empty juice carton into the bin and sat at the table across from Harry, who was munching his way through breakfast thoughtfully. "Something on your mind Harry?"



"Uhn." Harry swallowed his last mouthful and studied Graham. He was really the perfect flatmate, friendly without being invasive, thoughtful, prompt with the bills, and good-natured even while teased Harry unmercifully about Ron.


'Disregarding one or two incidents.' Harry mused for a moment on the rarity of being able to carry on such a casual relationship with someone whom you'd buggered on the same breakfast table you now ate at every morning. Wonder if most blokes meet their flatmates in clubs?'


The other man was slightly taller than Harry and rather fit, though he lacked Harry's tone. Not as though he needed to build muscle evading an evil overlord.' His blonde hair had been expertly streaked with bright red dye and twin rows of silver hoops traced up the edges of his ears, setting off startling dark blue eyes. "I'm thinking of taking a bit of vacation, actually."