Slytherin & Gold

Slytherin & Gold ch. 5

Harry

This Halloween feast was the best ever, thought Harry. He was looking around at the decorations again and listening to Ron and Hermione bickering when he noticed Professor Snape getting up from the staff table and leave. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Malfoy get up too watching Snape. Harry had a bad feeling about this.

“I’ll see you two back in the common room, OK.” he said. Ron and Hermione barely stopped arguing long enough to say OK.

Just as Harry was coming out of the doors, he heard Professor Trisstt.

“Good night to you, Professor Snape.” Harry heard her say.

“Good night, Professor Trisstt.” said Snape.

Harry saw Snape wait , then begin to follow Professor Trisstt. He also saw Malfoy in the company of Crabbe and Goyle take off after Snape. Harry followed behind the Slytherins to make sure they would not find out about Snape and Professor Trisstt. Harry knew Lucius Malfoy, Draco’s father was a Death Eater. Snape would not want the Death Eaters to know about his relationship with Professor Trisstt, Harry understood that. Death Eaters would not hesitate to torture a loved one to get you to do their bidding.

As they rounded the turn to Gryffindor Tower, Harry got an idea. He decided he had to take the chance.

“Professor Snape, there you are.” Harry yelled running up to him from behind.

“Potter ?” Snape said angrily. Good, thought Harry , that will fit in with the story.

As the crowd in the hall passed by them, Harry said “I’m sorry I was late for detention, Professor Snape.”

After they were alone in the hallway, Harry said in a low voice “I’m sorry sir, but I saw Malfoy following you. I didn’t think you would want him to see where you were going.”

“Yes, quite right. Sorry to be gruff with you Pot…….. Harry.” Severus said.

“I know where Professor Trisstt’s room is, if you’d like me to show you” Harry said a bit embarrassed. He couldn’t believe he was saying this.

“And what exactly makes you think…….….oh ... never mind, lets go” Snape said stalking off.

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Harry’s idea was for Professor Snape to come back to the Gryffindor common room with him. Harry would run up and get his cloak, then Snape could hide under it.

The plan worked fairly well, though Ron and Hermione were confused by Harry having a detention he had not told them about. Harry told Snape he would just go to the library for a couple of hours, if anyone asked he would say he was doing research for Snape.

After coming out the portrait hole, Harry looked around to make sure no one saw them. All was clear, so he told Snape to put the cloak over his head.

“I see why this comes in so handy” Snape said after he disappeared.

“Shhhh. You can still be heard.” Harry whispered.


Soon they were outside her door to her private quarters. Luckily, Snape had not asked how Harry knew where her rooms were. He had a bit of a crush on Professor Trisstt, but he certainly did not want to tell Snape that.

Harry knocked on the door . Almost immediately Professor Trisstt answered. She looked surprised to see Harry.

“May I come in, Professor Trisstt ?”he asked. She is breathtaking, thought Harry.

“Well…….I….. that is……” she stuttered.

“Blast it, Viviane invite him in.” said Snape froder der the cloak.

“Severus ? Where are you ?” she whispered.

Harry was pushed into the room . When Professor Trisstt had closed the door, Snape took off the invisibility cloak.

“James’ old cloak. How marvelous !” she said.

Snape handed the cloak back to Harry. Then held out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry shook his Professor’s hand smiling, a unspoken agreement between them not to speak of this.

Professor Trisstt hugged Harry, kissed him on the cheek and thanked him. To be hugged by such a woman. Snape was indeed lucky. With her kiss still fresh on his cheek, he put the cloak over himself and left.

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Harry wasn’t too surprised not to see Snape or Professor Trisstt all day Sunday. But when he didn’t see Snape on Monday morning and Professor Trisstt came to breakfast by herself, Harry started to wonder. Professor Trisstt seemed very sad, though she was trying to put up a good front.

Harry’s fears were confirmed when Potions class was cancelled. He knew what this must mean, but he thought he had better talk with Professor Trisstt just to make sure.

She was in her classroom alone when Harry found sta staring out a window with her arms crossed about her. She looked so sad, Harry just wanted to hug her and tell her it would all be OK. The truth was, if Snape was where Harry thought he was, he may already be dead.

“Professor Trisstt ?” Harry said. She blinked a couple of times and turned to look at Harry. Her eyes were red. Tears still staining her cheeks. She began wiping her cheeks and eyes as she realized it was Harry.

“Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Potter ?” She said trying to keep up appearances.

“Actually,” Harry said closing the classroom door, “ I came to see if there was anything I could do for you.” Tears began running down her cheeks again. “How long has he been gone ?”

“Since Saturday night.” She said, starting to cry in earnest. Harry couldn’t think of anything else to do, so he hugged her and let her cry in his arms. He felt a little guilty for taking pleasure in holding her as she cried. Soon she had composed herself enough to release him.

“How did you know he was gone ?” She asked looking at Harry strangely. He decided the truth was too risky to tell her. If she didn’t know Snape had been a Death Eater and now a spy, Harry didn’t want to be the one to tell her.

“Potions class was cancelled.” There, he thought, that was the truth.

“Oh……of course. Thank you, Harry I do feel a little better. You’re the only one that knows about Severus and I, other than Dumbledore and he just tells me to be patient and not to worry.” As she looked at him he could feel his heart begin to race. Snape was a damn lucky man !! How could he leave her, for any reason ?

“Would you like to go for a walk with me, Harry ?” she said smiling through her tears. Merlin’s magic!, how he wanted to kiss those tears away. But he just heard himself saying ‘yes’.

They walked the grounds mostly in silence. There was some brief excitement, as Professor Trisstt took him down to Hagrid’s to meet Milly. If she had not pet the beast first, Harry would have been tempted to run. The thing was ferocious looking ! But she pet and kissed all three of it’s heads talking to it the whole time. Frankly, he was glad to walk away from the pen.

“Severus is very grateful to you, you know. He wouldn’t say it, but he feels bad about the way he’s treated you. Not that you should be breaking school rules, mind you.” But she was laughing as she said it. It was good to see her laugh.

They walked over by the lake and sat on the large tree stump there. The chill in the air was getting bitter as the sun hid behind the clouds. Professor Trisstt shivered as she looked out onto the lake. Harry removed his cloak and set it around her shoulders. She looked at him and smiled. Harry could feel himself begin to blush, so he looked towards the lake.

“You won’t tell on me will you ?” she said. “I’m not supposed to go down to see Milly without Severus there for protection. He was very upset with me Saturday. Such a fuss and Milly is so sweet.”

Harry had to agree with Snape, he didn’t think she should be around that beast either. But he wasn’t going to say so.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Harry ?” she asked.

Harry blushed and stuttered. “Well……”

“I’m sorry, Harry I shouldn’t have asked that. I was just thinking if you did, she was a very lucky girl.” She said looking into his eyes. He had to look away.

“Thanks” was all he could say.

She reached over and clasped his hand, “I’m sorry, Harry I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

His heart began to race at her touch. He looked into her lovely blue eyes.

“Why is it every time I am looking for you, I find you with Mr. Potter ?” came a deep voice from their side.

They both looked. It was Snape. Professor Trisstt jumped up so quickly, Harry’s cloak landed at his feet as she ran and jumped into Snape’s arms. She was kissing him as if she hadn’t seen him in a year. Harry envied him. He felt a little guilty for watching them, but couldn’t help himself.

Finally, they broke apart save for holding hands. Snape was looking from Professor Trisstt to Harry and finally said, “Is there something I should know about, Potter ?”

Professor Trisstt laughed gently. “Don’t tease him, Severus. Harry was kind enough to come see if I was alright. He figured out you were gone.”

“Did he now ?” Snape said looking at him strangely. “I had better not leave again, least I come back to find you in his arms.”

Harry knew he was blushing, thinking about holding her in the classroom earlier. So he tried to make his excuses and leave. Professor Trisstt stopped him.

“Harry wait. You’ve been a true friend, to us both.” She kissed him on his neck, pressing her cheek against his, while she hugged him. She whispered in his ear “Thank you, Harry”. He looked at them both and walked away quickly. All he needed was for Snape to notice the sudden protrusion in his pants and he wouldn’t think him such a friend.

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Severus

Severus lay on his bed with his hands behind his head. He had already made love to Viviane twice, since coming back. Once because he’d missed her and once because he was avoiding her inevitable questions he couldn’t answer. Viviane lay with her head on his chest, her ear to his heart. He knew she wasn’t asleep. She was thinking of how to ask him where he had been, he thought. He couldn’t let her know about that part of his life yet.

Luckily, Voldemort had only used the Cruciatus curse on him once, because he had not gotten there fast enough. Lucky because there were no marks on him for Viviane to find.

He had gone immediately to Dumbledore as soon as he had gotten back. Severus didn’t like the line of questioning put to him by the Death Eaters. Many centered around Viviane. Who she was, what she was teaching. At least Voldemort had not asked about his relationship to her. But he most likely suspected. Albus was worried. Severus could see it. But why would the Dark Lord be interested in Viviane. Surely he knew she would never become a Death Eater. And she held no power that would be beneficial to them. Why her ?

Viviane sat up on the bed looking down on him. She ran her fingers across his chest idly. He sat up to kiss her again. Her eyes held so many questions and he could answer none of them.

“Viviane, I know I owe you ……………..”, he started to say but she put a finger to his lips.

“No don’t. You told me in the beginning there would be things you couldn’t share with me. I would rather agree not to talk about it, than wonder if you were lying to me.

“Can I at least say I missed you ?” He said smiling .

“Yes.” she said smiling. “ I do have one question, though.” He braced himself for it. “Why couldn’t I find you in my dreams. Was it proximity ?”

“No, I didn’t sleep.” That was really the truth. He had passed out for a while after being tortured, but had not had real sleep.

“Why didn’t you say so ? I’m going back to my chambers and let you rest.” She said as she started gathering her clothes.

“No , Viviane. Came back. I don’t want to be without you right now.” Severus said extending his hand to her. She put down her clothes and crawbackback into bed with him.

“Alright, but only if you go to sleep.” She said cradling his head as it lay on her breast.

He could feel himself relaxing just listening to her heart beat. This is where he always wanted to sleep, wrapped in her arms. A twinge of worry lay at the back of his mind. He had to figure out why Voldemort would be interested in her. Then he had to figure out a way of keeping her safe.


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Viviane was as good as her word and never asked him any more questions. But he could still see them in her eyes, when she looked at him. The questions left unanswered were causing doubt to insinuate itself between them, and it wasn’t all her.

Voldemort’s questions had gotten him thinking. How much did he actually know about her ? Mostly, just what he remembered hearing about her at school. She was from Wales, he knew that. He seemed to remember she was an only child and she was a year behind him in school, so he had a good idea of her age. But that was another odd thing about her. She didn’t look a day over 20 in face or figure. And when she took a bath or shower, her hair was dry almost immediately. And about that hair, no one has hair that color, it was golden, more intense than he had ever seen on anyone else. And what about those impossibly perfect curls. She did nothing to them save comb them, he’d seen her.

What about that day with the chimera ? There was something odd about the way it got so tame around her. Also, what about her room ? Stuffed, literally, to the ceiling with plants that she admittedly, did very little to and she had only one window in her room. How were those plants getting enough sun to survive ? And how many people have an indoor pond in their rooms ?

And what about this dream sharing ? That was defiantly odd !

The more he thought along these lines, the more he didn’t like it. Severus loved her. He didn’t want to suspect her of keeping things from him, but maybe he wasn’t the only one with secrets. He had voiced these concerns to Dumbledore, who tried to reassure him. But Dumbledore still had no answers for him.

Severus had felt himself pulling away from Viviane these last couple of weeks, afraid of the pain she could cause him. He was sure she knew the hold she had over him.

Unfortunately, these doubts had caused him to be rather short with her on several occasions lately. She would try to be understanding, but he would push her away. She spent most nights in her chambers now, not even coming to him in his dreams. But he needed her in his dreams. In dreams, he didn’t have to think, he could just feel, and his feelings had not changed.

Severus sat on his sofa staring into the fire, sipping his forth goblet of wine. This evening’s argument had been the biggest yet. She had gotten an owl from Black. Severus didn’t know she had been writing to him. He knew deep down, nothing was going on between them, but Black was and always will be a sore spot with him. He had accused her of everything from lying to him to sleeping with Black. Sitting here now, he couldn’t believe he had said such hateful things to her. He had reduced her to tears and she ran back to her chambers.

Now he missed her. He knew he had been foolish. But he also knew she wouldn’t listen to him right now. She was far to angry, and worse, hurt. Severus never wanted to cause Viviane pain, though he knew he had. Now emptying his goblet, he wondered if he shouldn’t go to apologize.

He stood up and looked in the mirror running a hand through his hair. Why did she love him ? He looked at his strong profile and sighed. What had he done to deserve her ? He had to apologize, now. He wouldn’t sleep otherwise.

He pulled his clothes back together to look respectable. Just as he had put his wand in his pocket his arm started to burn. He gasped as the pain seared his arm. No ! No ! not again !, he thought. Not with her angry at me !

Severus knew it was no good. He would have to tell Dumbledore he was leaving and get out of the castle as soon as possible. He would have to ask Dumbledore to relay his apology. For now, that was the best he could do.


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Viviane

It had been five days, Severus had been missing. No owls had come to either herself or Dumbledore from him. Even though Dumbledore tried to reassure her, she felt Severus’ leaving had been her fault. They had been arguing so much lately. The worst being the night he left. That one was about Sirus. Severus was right, she should have told him she had been writing to Sirus. But he was her friend, she wasn’t hiding anything, she even offered to let him read the note she’d received. Nothing would appease him.

Viviane also felt Severus had been looking at her differently after the first time he had disappeared. Sometimes, it made her wonder how much she truly knew about him. There had been rumors floating around the Ministry about him. But she had held fast to the idea that just because some of the Slytherins he knew had turned out to be Death Eaters, it didn’t mean he was.

Severus never really talked about his past. She had no idea what he had done over the years, but teach. He had talked about some of his private potions research, but it was more of a hobby for him.

Five days. And she had not been able to reach him in her dreams either. Every night she searched, but could not find him. Waking up each morning, more tired than when she had gone to sleep.

Harry had been her only bright spot. She could talk to him about Severus, and about how she felt. They had also gone for walks together to talk about nothing in particular. Their game of chess tonight had been fun. Harry was so much like James, but he had Lily’s sense of humor. Viviane hated that Harry had had to grow up with Petunia. She wasn’t fit to raise puppies, much less The Boy Who Lived.

Viviane wished there was something she could do for Harry to thank him for being there for her. He made her feel less lonely. He hadn’t answered her, when she had asked him about having a girlfriend. If he didn’t now, she hoped he did soon. Harry deserto bto be loved. Merlin knows, he had precious little growing up.

Dwelling on this she slipped into a restless sleep, before finally relaxing into a deep sleep.


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Harry

Harry had been keeping Professor Trisstt company, since Snape had been gone. It was sweet torture to be with her. He liked the fact she confided in him and talked to him like an equal, not just a teenage boy. He still held her when she cried, secretly breathing in the scent of her. What kind of a friend am I , he berated himself, when I wish she would cry so I could hold her again.

They had talked in her classroom and gone for walks outside. They still needed to be careful no one overheard. Tonight, Professor Trisstt had asked Harry to come to her chambers after dinner. Harry’s heart had raced at the thought of being alone with her in her bedroom. Blast it ! He knew she had no interest in him, even if he had not been a student. She was wholeheartedly in love with Snape, had been since their days at school.

Harry had gone to her chambers not knowing what to expect. He calmed down a bit when he saw the chessboard set up by the fireplace.

“I thought a game would help take our minds off of ……..things.” she said trying to smile for him.

“Sounds like fun” Harry said taking off his robes and sitting down on the side of the black pieces.

Professor Trisstt came to the table with a butterbeer in each hand. Offering him one she sat down. “I’m not a very good player, I’m afraid. Severus is always promising to teach me some strategies.” Harry wished she hadn’t mentioned Snape’s name. Just for tonight, he wanted to pretend she was with him, because she wanted to be, not just because she didn’t wanted to be alone.

She was actually a pretty good player, she had him on the run most of the game. What kind of a player must Snape be ? Harry was studying the board, when he realized she was starring at him. He looked up into her lovely blue eyes that were looking back at him so fondly. He felt a tingle in the pit of his stomach.

“Forgive me for staring, Harry. I see the shadows of two people I loved dearly when I look at you.” She said raising her hand up to brush hair from his eyes. “They would be so proud of you Harry. When Lily was pregnant she told me she hoped you would be a boy. She couldn’t wait to ………”

“Please don’t stop. No one has ever told me about my mother. Only Aunt Petunia speaking ill of her.” Harry said hopefully.

“Petunia !! That horse face old cow !! I know Dumbledore had his reasons for putting you there, but they….. your aunt and uncle are not nice Muggles !!” She said sternly.

Harry had to laugh. “Yeah, I know”.

“It’s just……that cow wouldn’t even let me see you. I came many times over the first years. I was sorely tempted to transfigure her into a real horse !!” Her eyes flashed prettily as she swung her hair back in her agitation.

“You came to see me ?” He couldn’t believe it.

“Of course ! Lily would have wanted me to check on you. To make sure you were alright. I’m sorry you had to grow up with them. Though, I do think you were better off there than you would have been with Sirus. In case you hadn’t noticed, he’s more of a dog in his human form.”

“Really ?” this sounded interesting. “Was he….. did he …ever …..”

“Was he ever interested in me ? Yes, I suppose so, though with him I think it was the challenge. Not necessarily me he wanted.”

“No, I’ll bet it was you” said Harry not meaning to, but the words had just flown out.

“You are very sweet, Harry” she said cupping his jaw and caressing him with her thumb. She looked at the clock and said Harry better hurry back to the tower before McGonagal came looking for him.

“Thank you for tonight, Harry. You’ve been very good company.” She hugged him and he was overcome by the feel of her body pressed against him and her soft hair tickling his cheek. He was disappointed when she released him and opened the door. He said goodnight and went out into the hall. As he started to walk, he noticed his pants were uncomfortably tight. He adjusted his hardness and berated himself for his reactions. When he wasn’t with her, he felt true concern and friendship. But when he was alone with her, his thoughts were more and more inappropriate.

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Harry was having a hard time going to sleep. He tossed and turned frustrated. His thoughts would spin around from wondering where Snape was, to Viviane (He loved the sound of her name.) in her bed alone, to how he would like to be with her. Finally, he decided to think about Quidditch strategies instead and was soon asleep.


Harry woke up to his darkened dormitory. Everything seemed normal, even the sound of the other boys snoring. But something felt different. Sitting up he was stunned to see a figure dressed in white standing in the doorway. As he watched, Viviane walked over to his bed, her thin shift and hair blowing gently in an unseen breeze. She smiled at him and offered him her hand. Without thinking, he took it and stood up.

She lead him out of Gryffindor Tower and to her own room. Still holding his hand, she lead him to the bed. He knew he should not be here. He knew she belonged to another man. And he didn’t care. For this moment, she wanted him.

She put a hand on either side of his face and kissed his lips. He had never kissed anyone before, but hoped he was doing it right. He kept his lips soft and let her lead him. She opened her mouth slightly and licked his lower lip. He drew in his breath as this sent a jolt straight to his groin, and he groaned into her mouth wanting more. She obliged by tracing the outline of his lips with the tip of her tongue. The sensations overtaking him, he opened his mouth to her and crushed her body against his.

She finally pulled back from him. Disappointed he let her go. Viviane unbuttoned his pajama top and let it fall to the floor. She then moved her hands to his pajama bottoms, but he stopped her. He didn’t think he should take them off.

“Whatever you want, Harry, I want to do this for you.” She said caressing his shoulders and looking into his eyes.

“It’s not because I………because I do………..I know I shouldn’t………….but curse or be damned, I do.” Harry pulled her into his arms again and kissed her, hopefully as artfully as she had done. She moaned encouragingly. While still kissing her he undid the buttons of her shift letting it fall to the floor.

He drew in his breath at the feel of her naked body against his. He could feel her hardened nipples against his chest and the fullness of her breasts crushed to him. Suddenly he had to step back from her, his throbbing getting out of control. He kept his eyes closed. He knew if he saw her naked body he’d spend in his pants.

After a moment or so, the throbbing had subsided some. He opened his eyes to find her lying on the bed. She motioned for him to join her. His breathing became ragged again at the sight of her. Her full beautiful breasts with the rose colored nipples greeting his gaze. He stole a glimpse down to her mound, where he saw golden curls peeking out at him. The sight was more beautiful than he could have imagined. He seriously doubted he could take much more of this.

“It’s alright, Harry. I know what will help.” she said patting the bed beside her. “Take off your pants.”

He surrendered and removed his pants, dropping them to the floor. He hoped she liked what she saw. He felt terribly, awkward as he had never been naked in front of a woman. Her gaze lingered on his hardened length, as it bobbed to the rapid pace of his pulse. She looked at him appraisingly, smiling at him.

He climbed onto the bed lying down next to her. Viviane sat up and bent her head over his length. Harry gasped throwing his head back as she took the tip of him into her mouth. An explosion went off in him and out of him as he gave himself over to the sensations. He was aware he was gasping and yelling. Her mouth never leaving him.

When he had finally calmed down a bit, he realized she was still licking and sucking on him. He had never dreamed anything could feel this wonderful. He had only gone down about halfway and was now hardening again. When he was hard again, he stopped her. Feeling more at ease, he wanted to explore Viviane.

He had her lay back on the bed so he could run his hands over her breasts, watching the nipples getting hard again. Harry leaned over and licked each nipple pulling them into his mouth gently and enjoying the texture of them. He sat up on his elbow and looked into her face.

“Show me what you like. I want to know how to please you.” He said.

Viviane took his hand and brought it down between her legs. She helped Harry to gently take his middle finger and feel in her folds for the wetness there. Then she showed him how and where to spread the moisture around.

“What is this ?” Harry asked, gently rubbing something hard that made her jump.

“It a pleasure button, so to speak. You find and stimulate that and your partner will always be satisfied.” She said laying back to let him rub her. “Very gently Harry, and not too much”. He did as she instructed until he got the idea she might like to feel a finger inside her. He reached his hand down and carefully inserted it into her. He was rewarded with a moan as she tipped her hips up and opened her legs wider. He leaned down and kissed her again, while stimulating her with his finger. She broke off the kiss moaning, but begged him not to stop. Keeping a finger inside her, he reached down with his other hand and teased her button lightly. She threw her head back gasping and calling his name over and over. He kept up his ministration, until she stopped him.

Smiling up at him, she said “It\'s your turn now, Harry. I want to feel you inside me.” He wanted that too, but was unsure how to proceed. Viviane silently urged him to lie on top of her. She clasped her legs around him and rubbed her wetness against him. Afraid the mounting sensations would be too much for him, he pulled back a bit. She captured his lips again teasing him with her tongue.

“Please…..it’s too much……..I want to feel you……when.” He took a couple deep breaths trying to calm down.

“I’m sorry, Harry. You go at your own pace. Don’t worry about me.” She said wiping the hair from his eyes. He made a couple of attempts at entering her. She put a hand down and helped guide him in.

He was overcome with the sensation of entering her. He felt her hands on his head and turned him to look into her eyes. “Talk to me, Harry. Talk to me, let yourself calm down. It will be much nicer later on.” Later on, he thought, I feel I could go now. But he tried what she suggested.

“You have…… the most beautiful …… blue eyes. I’m los the them when I look at you. And …………I love the smell of your hair…… when you hug me. And I’m really glad ………..we’re doing this.” She was right, thinking of something to say took his mind off of the part of him that was sheathed inside her. He felt calm enough to continue.

Testing himself he pulled about halfway out and slowly pushed back in. It was luscious, but not too mu He He did it again, pulling farther out. Mmmm, she felt so good. “What if you move and I stay still? ” he asked.

“Are you sure ? It’s a whole different feeling and more intense.” punctuating what she meant she tilted her hips back, then pushed up along him. Ooooh my, he thought, yes. He nodded his head for her to continue. She grasped the back of his thighs with her legs and continued her movements, she was obviously enjoying it. Then he felt her grasp around him with her inner muscles. His end imminent , he met her thrusts with his own. Her breathing becoming ragged as he felt her clench around him. She was calling out his name again, pulling his lips to hers. He thrust into her with all his pent up frustration, exploding inside her as she kissed him.

Harry collapsed on top of her, panting. His brain unable to form thoughts, he rolled off her and onto the bed. She sat up to look in his eyes “That gift was for you, Harry. Treasure it always.” She kissed him sweetly, then faded away.


Harry sat up confused. He was in his bed in the dormitory, light streaming through the window. That was a dream, he thought. But it felt so real. If it was a dream ….then….., no his pants were dry. It hadn’t been one of those dreams. He felt very refreshed though. He lay back on the bed going over the dream in his mind. The feel of her body under him, the sensation of her lips on his , the sensation of being inside her. It had all seemed so real. Well, even for a dream, there was some really good information in it. When he was ready for his first sexual encounter, he would know what to do.

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