Skuld: making your mind up

I don’t own any of the Harry Potter characters; they all belong to JKR, boo.
Yep it is my fist fan fic so please review, constructive criticism welcome

Chapter 4

Once again Severus was sleeping, tossing and turning under the sheets. The shadow crept under his door, slowly across stone floor, drifting by discarded books and an empty glass of firewhisky. Arriving at the bed, the darkness again settled against the potion master’s figure, blending with the darkness of his hair and the shadows if the bed posts.

He felt the warmth of the sun against his face and opened his eyes to find he was again in the forest but today the sun streamed in, making golden pools on the floor and where he leant against the old tree again. The sensation of the suns warmth was so pleasant, so relaxing that he found it difficult to stay suspicious of the dream, which he knew had not arisen from his own imagination. He stayed seated, waiting to see what would happen.
Now the soft breeze was back, gently ticking the back of his ear, it whispered,
“You came back.”
“It was not my choice, who are you? Tell me what it is you want from me?”
“So many questions Severus, I will answer if it will make you happy.”
The bright patch of sunlight which fell over him, shifted, and split until there seemed to be a figure formed of dappled sunlight sitting at his side, the effect was completely entrancing,
“Now, who am I? That really doesn’t matter, I am not here to harm you, quite the opposite,” the light stretched out a warm arm shape towards him and caressed his brow. Snape was so enthralled with the effect he couldn’t move away as the light came closer, touching his face, it felt like being kissed by a hundred mouths at once. The urge to close his eyes was almost overpowering, but as he watched, the figure seemed to solidify, so that he was looking into two large eyes, they were shifting and changing constantly all the shades of the forest around him.
He relaxed back fully, now “why should I believe you?” he whispered, the figure was now moving down, stroking over his shoulders and chest, one arm of sun snaking down his stomach, it felt like he was in heaven.
“ have I done anything to make you doubt it” it murmured “so the next question is what do I want, well that is easy to answer, its just a question of what you want”
By now the feeling of warmth and caressing of his body was causing natural reactions beyond his control and his heart was beating faster, breathing shallow as the bright figure covered his lower body. His trousers were constricting him as his erection grew, straining against his pants, he moaned and so did the breeze. Again the feel of a hundred hand and lips brushing his thighs and licking his balls now sending him quickly to the edge.
With a monumental effort he sat up, “no, no this isn’t right” he was sweating, “what I want is for you to get out of my head and don’t come back”
Suddenly he was again closely face to face a head shaped patch of sunlight,
“Very well if that’s what you say you want, but it won’t be long before I see you again” the shape brightened until it was blinding and he covered his eyes, against it.

He snapped awake to the darkness of his rooms and found the sheets still tented from the dreams effects. “Damn it!” he growled.
He thought for a second he heard a faint laugh but there was no one there.

In the hall the bloody baron bowed to a shadow on the wall which bobbed in response, “good evening miss” he said and floated on through the dungeons.