Together, Alone
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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4,697
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4
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Dreaming & Realising
Disclaimer: I don\'t own any of the characters... but please let me have fun (and pleasure!) playing with them. All the characters are JK Rowlings... lucky girl!
A/N: My first Slash, so please help me out... R&R, flames welcome!
One more day will go by, maybe today you should try…
To look past the mirror and find, look past the mirror
There is something inside, something more to your life
- Control, Alexisonfire
Harry awoke with a start. Must have been another nightmare… he thought to himself. He threw off the heavy blankets that surrounded him and got out of bed, slightly unsteady on his feet. Walking over to the window and looking out made him realise that no, it couldn’t have been a nightmare. Not one Voldemort had sent anyway. He always remembered exactly what happened in his nightmares, or now as they sometimes were, visions.
He looked out over the grounds of Hogwarts. It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear, the stars and the moon (full, he grinned thinking of Remus) were reflected in the smooth water of the lake. Bringing his thoughts back to what had awakened him, Harry was confused. If it wasn’t a nightmare then what was it? I don’t get normal nightmares… my scar doesn’t hurt and I can’t remember anything. It couldn’t have been a nightmare.
Harry turned to go back to bed. It was only then, when he brushed against the wall, that he realised his penis was rock hard. Suddenly the “nightmare” came rushing back to him. Visions of a dark haired, tall man, lying naked on a bed of black silk filled his mind. Realising who that man was, Harry could feel the colour drain out of his face.
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Severus Snape was standing in his bedroom, looking in the mirror. The clock on the wall told him it was 2am. He wondered what had woken him so suddenly, as he was usually a good sleeper. He looked down at the bulge in his boxers and realised what had woken him. He had just had an extremely erotic dream about fucking a boy. Not that he would normally look at young boys (young men actually, he told himself) that way, but the dream had turned him on no end. Deciding he needed to relieve himself of the added pressure he pulled his boxers down over his hips and let them fall to the floor around his ankles.
Looking at the reflection in the mirror, he smirked and thought to himself; Damn Severus, why do you keep that body hidden under all those robes? Your body is really quite attractive in a dark, gothic way. Maybe if you dressed a bit lighter you might find yourself a willing young man to fuck. Where the hell did that come from? I am not a pedophilic, perverted old man!
He took his now throbbing erection in one hand and started to stroke himself, thinking back to the dream. Just as he was about to cum he remembered who the boy in the dream was. Severus stood there shocked as he came all over himself and the mirror in front of him.
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Harry woke just as the sun was shining through the window. He looked at the clock beside his bed, 6:30am. He groaned as he got out of bed. Even though the dormitory was cosy it was slightly cold this early in the morning at this cold time of year. Quietly he walked over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Dropping his boxers to the floor, he stepped underneath the hot water, which sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. He was washing himself and enjoying the water flowing down his body when the dream from the previous night entered his thoughts again.
Surely he couldn’t want Snape in that way. Don’t lie to yourself Harry, that dream turned you on no end. But I’m not gay. So, you have to admit you do admire the man. Yes, but it doesn’t mean I want to fuck him. But think… imagine… imagine what it would be like to be Snape’s lover… he is a dark, mysterious, powerful man. You have to admit that you would like someone else to take command, after all those stupid, clueless girls.
It was Harry’s seventh and last year at Hogwarts. Voldemort was in power and the wizarding world was in total chaos once again. In the last year Harry’s life had turned almost upside down. Sirius’s death had hit him hard in his fifth year and it was only now that he had started to open back up to people again. He had spent all of his sixth year perfecting his skills. He was Quidditch Captain and he had already been given offers from three clubs to play for them when he left school. He had kept to himself after Sirius’s death and he had spent a lot of his sixth year studying and practicing his magic. After the prophecy was revealed to Harry, Dumbledore had ordered him to perfect his Occlumency as well as train to defeat Lord Voldemort. So three times a week he would find himself locked in Professor Snape’s private study.
The two men had finally put their differences behind them. Snape admitted to Harry that the reason he hadn’t liked Harry was because of James. But Severus had realised that the boy was really nothing like his father apart from his looks, and that even when you looked at him there was his brilliant green eyes, something James never had. They worked as a team together and they found that they had many of the same interests, in and out of the wizarding world.
Harry had to attribute much of the help he had with getting over Sirius’s death to Snape. The older man had talked to Harry when he was upset, even seen him through several rounds of tears. The two of them had some deep and meaningful conversations which had helped very much to Harry’s mourning process. They would have considered each other friends, not that either of them would show it in public.
Only Ron and Hermione knew the truth. Harry had shocked them when he told them that he would consider Snape his friend. But they both thought about it and said that seeing as they were spending so much time together it was only logical. In potions it was the same as Harry’s first 5 years had been. Snape still seemed to take much enjoyment in taking points off Gryffindor because of Harry’s clumsiness, rudeness or lack of potion making ability. The Slytherins still smirked when this happened; they still believed that to Snape, Harry was the brat who liked to bend the rules just a little too much.
Harry’s lack of ability was all an act. He had proven to Severus in their time together that he was a more than excellent potion maker, but they both agreed that it would look rather suspicious if Harry’s potion grades started to go up. So they kept their friendly, team relationship a secret, even if it did pain them to see Harry’s potential wasted for the time being.
After it was proven that Harry had been right all along, and that Voldemort was back, Harry had become very popular. Girl’s thought that his dark, secluded nature of his sixth year was “hot” or “cute” and Harry took advantage of this, becoming the most popular boy in the school. He had gotten rid of his glasses, and took potions or cast spells to enhance his looks when he was tired. He didn’t want Hermione fussing or worrying over him. His body was in shape from his Quidditch, so it wasn’t surprising he was so popular.
But as with all popularity there was a downside. None of the girls that were interested in him could see past the “Boy-who-lived” syndrome, which was the thing that broke apart every relationship he tried to have. Only his friends, including Snape, seemed to be able to see past that. What he craved was for someone who he could be with that wouldn’t see the fame, who would see him for Harry… a boy who had been put in the toughest position in the wizarding world, and who didn’t want any of it.
Harry was drawn back to his thoughts as someone else entered the bathroom. Peering out though the shower curtain Harry found out it was Ron. “Heya Ron, how did you sleep?”
“Morning Harry, yeah my sleep was good… no dreams of spiders or anything…”
Ron got into the shower next to Harry, just as Harry turned off the water in his own shower. Harry got out and grabbed his towel off the wall. One of the good things about living in a magical world is your towel’s are always warm. He grinned, today wasn’t going to be as bad as he expected.
A/N: My first Slash, so please help me out... R&R, flames welcome!
One more day will go by, maybe today you should try…
To look past the mirror and find, look past the mirror
There is something inside, something more to your life
- Control, Alexisonfire
Harry awoke with a start. Must have been another nightmare… he thought to himself. He threw off the heavy blankets that surrounded him and got out of bed, slightly unsteady on his feet. Walking over to the window and looking out made him realise that no, it couldn’t have been a nightmare. Not one Voldemort had sent anyway. He always remembered exactly what happened in his nightmares, or now as they sometimes were, visions.
He looked out over the grounds of Hogwarts. It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear, the stars and the moon (full, he grinned thinking of Remus) were reflected in the smooth water of the lake. Bringing his thoughts back to what had awakened him, Harry was confused. If it wasn’t a nightmare then what was it? I don’t get normal nightmares… my scar doesn’t hurt and I can’t remember anything. It couldn’t have been a nightmare.
Harry turned to go back to bed. It was only then, when he brushed against the wall, that he realised his penis was rock hard. Suddenly the “nightmare” came rushing back to him. Visions of a dark haired, tall man, lying naked on a bed of black silk filled his mind. Realising who that man was, Harry could feel the colour drain out of his face.
***************************************************************
Severus Snape was standing in his bedroom, looking in the mirror. The clock on the wall told him it was 2am. He wondered what had woken him so suddenly, as he was usually a good sleeper. He looked down at the bulge in his boxers and realised what had woken him. He had just had an extremely erotic dream about fucking a boy. Not that he would normally look at young boys (young men actually, he told himself) that way, but the dream had turned him on no end. Deciding he needed to relieve himself of the added pressure he pulled his boxers down over his hips and let them fall to the floor around his ankles.
Looking at the reflection in the mirror, he smirked and thought to himself; Damn Severus, why do you keep that body hidden under all those robes? Your body is really quite attractive in a dark, gothic way. Maybe if you dressed a bit lighter you might find yourself a willing young man to fuck. Where the hell did that come from? I am not a pedophilic, perverted old man!
He took his now throbbing erection in one hand and started to stroke himself, thinking back to the dream. Just as he was about to cum he remembered who the boy in the dream was. Severus stood there shocked as he came all over himself and the mirror in front of him.
***************************************************************
Harry woke just as the sun was shining through the window. He looked at the clock beside his bed, 6:30am. He groaned as he got out of bed. Even though the dormitory was cosy it was slightly cold this early in the morning at this cold time of year. Quietly he walked over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Dropping his boxers to the floor, he stepped underneath the hot water, which sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. He was washing himself and enjoying the water flowing down his body when the dream from the previous night entered his thoughts again.
Surely he couldn’t want Snape in that way. Don’t lie to yourself Harry, that dream turned you on no end. But I’m not gay. So, you have to admit you do admire the man. Yes, but it doesn’t mean I want to fuck him. But think… imagine… imagine what it would be like to be Snape’s lover… he is a dark, mysterious, powerful man. You have to admit that you would like someone else to take command, after all those stupid, clueless girls.
It was Harry’s seventh and last year at Hogwarts. Voldemort was in power and the wizarding world was in total chaos once again. In the last year Harry’s life had turned almost upside down. Sirius’s death had hit him hard in his fifth year and it was only now that he had started to open back up to people again. He had spent all of his sixth year perfecting his skills. He was Quidditch Captain and he had already been given offers from three clubs to play for them when he left school. He had kept to himself after Sirius’s death and he had spent a lot of his sixth year studying and practicing his magic. After the prophecy was revealed to Harry, Dumbledore had ordered him to perfect his Occlumency as well as train to defeat Lord Voldemort. So three times a week he would find himself locked in Professor Snape’s private study.
The two men had finally put their differences behind them. Snape admitted to Harry that the reason he hadn’t liked Harry was because of James. But Severus had realised that the boy was really nothing like his father apart from his looks, and that even when you looked at him there was his brilliant green eyes, something James never had. They worked as a team together and they found that they had many of the same interests, in and out of the wizarding world.
Harry had to attribute much of the help he had with getting over Sirius’s death to Snape. The older man had talked to Harry when he was upset, even seen him through several rounds of tears. The two of them had some deep and meaningful conversations which had helped very much to Harry’s mourning process. They would have considered each other friends, not that either of them would show it in public.
Only Ron and Hermione knew the truth. Harry had shocked them when he told them that he would consider Snape his friend. But they both thought about it and said that seeing as they were spending so much time together it was only logical. In potions it was the same as Harry’s first 5 years had been. Snape still seemed to take much enjoyment in taking points off Gryffindor because of Harry’s clumsiness, rudeness or lack of potion making ability. The Slytherins still smirked when this happened; they still believed that to Snape, Harry was the brat who liked to bend the rules just a little too much.
Harry’s lack of ability was all an act. He had proven to Severus in their time together that he was a more than excellent potion maker, but they both agreed that it would look rather suspicious if Harry’s potion grades started to go up. So they kept their friendly, team relationship a secret, even if it did pain them to see Harry’s potential wasted for the time being.
After it was proven that Harry had been right all along, and that Voldemort was back, Harry had become very popular. Girl’s thought that his dark, secluded nature of his sixth year was “hot” or “cute” and Harry took advantage of this, becoming the most popular boy in the school. He had gotten rid of his glasses, and took potions or cast spells to enhance his looks when he was tired. He didn’t want Hermione fussing or worrying over him. His body was in shape from his Quidditch, so it wasn’t surprising he was so popular.
But as with all popularity there was a downside. None of the girls that were interested in him could see past the “Boy-who-lived” syndrome, which was the thing that broke apart every relationship he tried to have. Only his friends, including Snape, seemed to be able to see past that. What he craved was for someone who he could be with that wouldn’t see the fame, who would see him for Harry… a boy who had been put in the toughest position in the wizarding world, and who didn’t want any of it.
Harry was drawn back to his thoughts as someone else entered the bathroom. Peering out though the shower curtain Harry found out it was Ron. “Heya Ron, how did you sleep?”
“Morning Harry, yeah my sleep was good… no dreams of spiders or anything…”
Ron got into the shower next to Harry, just as Harry turned off the water in his own shower. Harry got out and grabbed his towel off the wall. One of the good things about living in a magical world is your towel’s are always warm. He grinned, today wasn’t going to be as bad as he expected.