Beg Me To Stay

Beg Me to Stay

Written By Bree

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…unfortunately. J.K. Rowling owns this series, I am merely writing this fan fiction for my own desires. I will not be making money off this, but tips are appreciated :P

Warning: Sexual Content, Language, and Very, very gay sex. 

Rating: NC-17

Type: Romance, Humor, Angst, Kink

A/N: This story was not Beta’d so forgive me if there are words, grammar, sentences that do not make mistakes. I will have a beta as soon as I find one and repost the story. Also, this is a VERY long story. Within the Parts are Chapters—so be patient with the updates.
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Part I: Getting To Know You


Chapter One: Dream-Catcher Potion and Intriguing Kisses


It was too early in the morning to be out and about in the corridors of Hogwarts, but Harry hadn’t quite achieved the ability of falling to sleep after a nightmare. Often when he would dream of horrible things, he would be awoken to the small stone-walled room and left to deal with his own troubles. He had found that walking through the darkness would soothe his frantic body.

The darkness came as a comfort, though he hadn’t quite understood why. When he would walk down the halls, thoughts and time to himself, he often found that his nightmares would ebb away into just a thought like all the others. Voldemort had made many of his nights a desperate fight against himself. He would wake shaking almost to the point where his bed would move along the floor, and his heart racing against his rib cage. It was every night that this would happen, and sometimes more than once during the nights.

Soon he had become almost reluctant to sleep. He knew that he had to for the sake of his grades—Merlin knew that he wouldn’t be able to survive potions if he had been up all night. Still, he would often have to walk and soothe his body just to be able to attempt sleep again.

So, as he was in the state of doing now, he walked the corridors of the silent school until his body no longer felt the tremors from the dream that had awoken him so suddenly in his sleep. When he walked, it would seem much like he was doing it as though sleep walking. His eyes were not closed, but his eyes never left the ground and somehow, he still ended up finding his way back to the sleep portrait of the fat lady.

His paced steps echoed down the corridor in a perfect dance of feet. As soon as he gathered his eyes to the front, he did all but let out a short stutter when a man robed stood directly in front of him. No one could mistake that long, raven-beaked nose, and greasy locks of black hair.

“Mr. Potter, I presume that you are aware of the rules of being out of the Gryffindor dormitory past curfew.”

“U-uh, yes sir.” Harry cleared his throat as the man continued to glare at him through the darkness. Since his eyes had adapted to the night, he was able to clearly make out the sneer now touching at the man’s lips.

“Then you have no excuse as to why you should be out wandering these halls at this ungodly hour?” Snape’s voice was cynical as it was most times when he addressed Harry. Harry had found that lately, the man would appear to be watching him from the corner of his vision, but took to excusing it as something that the man did with all of his most hated students.

“W-well, I, sir,” he stumbled out. Harry could barely control his mouth when the man was present. He would often just turn away or talk with Hermione to understand better what he was trying to say, but neither of those were an option at this point.

“As articulate as always, Potter.” Snape sneered at him as he took a few steps closer. The distant that was lost between them had Harry already beginning to feel uncomfortable. The man’s mere presence could always take down his nerve and leave him stumbling after himself.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he finally said after many, many battles with his mouth.

“Is that all, Potter? I would have thought that our Golden-Boy slept through the night or at least know to stay in his dorm when he could not find his peace.”

“W-well, sir, I…” What was he doing? This was Snape for Merlin’s sake. Snape was his enemy, to put it in simple terms--the greasy-haired bastard that would often haunt his dreams at night. He shouldn’t even bat an eyelash let alone have the man putting him to the test in the middle of the corridor. He had every right to be out and about. “I’m not bothering anyone; I just wanted to take a walk to calm my nerves.”

“What ever for, Mister Potter? For what reason do you feel it absolutely necessary to wander the hall ways of a dark castle? Please do share with every possible detail that you may conjure up in that huge head of yours.” Snape had his arms crossed now as he sneered at Harry, but he could see that the man was smirking slightly which had his nerves jumping.

“Well sir…”

“Potter, do you honestly think that I want to spend my precious time talking with you? Twenty points from Gryffindor for your lack of time and courtesy; as well as detention with me after dinner tomorrow—rather today since the time has gone well into the next day. Maybe next time you will think twice about where you go, though I highly doubt that you think.”

“But Professor…”

“Return to your dorms, Potter. I will not have you wandering the halls this early into the day. It is difficult enough to have you wandering them during the day.”

Harry felt his nerves break. He turned away from Snape and took the short way back to the dorms. He would have to find yet another way to handle the stress of his dreams since he would just have the entire Gryffindor class angry with him at the continuous loss of points. Not to mention, he now had to go to detention with Snape because he was trying to calm himself.

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The day had been long and aggravating. Not only did he have to put up with the sneers he received from Snape but the entire class was angry with him for the loss of points so late into the year. Even Hermione had given him an earful of why he shouldn’t wander the hallways at night, but of course went quiet when Harry told her the real reason he was out and about.

“Well Harry, you have to be more careful. Was…He…in your dreams?” Her face was filled with concern. Then again, it seemed that most times that she talked with him she was worried for his sake.

“Yes, every dream I see him doing something horrible to a muggle family.” Harry continued to eat through his unfinished dinner. Lately, he hadn’t had much of an appetite. He had been losing quite a bit of weight as well. His eyes always had the dark circles from lack of sleep underneath them. He was losing a lot of his strength during the days.

“I’m concerned Harry, you look as if you’re already dead. It’s scaring Ron and me; we’re concerned for you.” She touched his hand and watched him with solemn eyes.

“I’m fine, ‘Mione. I’ve just been tired from all the dreams I get from him.” Harry smiled though it was not like the many smiles he had given to her before. He was generally losing his lack of life about him. He had been slowly drained of it as the nights passed.

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Harry walked into the cold drafted dungeon room. The place was emptied of any other life and it was clear that he would be the only one attending the detention today. When he walked in, he noticed that an arrangement of vials swamped Snape’s desk. They glowed with a florescent light, most likely healing potions and sleep draughts.

“Take a seat, Potter.” Snape walked through what looked to be his office into the dungeons. His brisk walked was a stride of strength as he walked easily over to the desk. Harry jumped at the chance to sit, so he took the nearest desk and put his books and materials on the top surface.

When Snape turned to look at him, all emotion had fled his face. He was stoic as he continued to look at Harry with those dark, depthless eyes.

“What is the real reason you were wandering the hallways last night, Potter?” He took a step towards the desk, his hand filled with a blue metallic vial. His eyes bore into Harry’s with such fierceness that Harry thought he might lose his will to talk.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Harry put simply. He knew that Snape was not out to get any more detail then was necessary. He also knew that it was Snape’s Quidditch field with this one. If he was to keep from causing any more loss of points, he would have to be as responsive as possible.

“For what reason did you find that you couldn’t possibly go back to sleep, Potter?” Snape was now towering over him. His presence was overpowering. Harry had to keep his eyes withdrawn so that he could answer clearly.

“I have been having nightmares, sir.”

“What type of nightmares, Potter?”

“Visions, sir.”

Snape looked at him incredulously. He knew that look; it was often used on him when he didn’t give enough information, so he continued. “Visions of Voldemort and the Death Eaters…”

Snape’s eyebrow rose in his interest. Snape peered at him for a moment before walking over to his desk once more. Harry could hear the shuffle of vials as the man looked for whatever had come to his mind at the time. He turned his eyes to look at the gleam of the desk in front of him. He couldn’t bring his eyes to meet Snape’s.

“Take it Potter,” Snape demanded holding out the vial in which contained a liquid substance he had yet to see. The liquid was an eerie essence that seemed to claw at the corners of the vial, hoping to once more be out of its cage. He looked at it with curiosity.

“What is it, Professor?” Harry took it from the man’s hand, their fingers brushing as they did. It almost made him jump at the friction he felt with those graceful fingers, ebbed away with time and the efforts of many potions.

“It is a draught that allows for the visions to be soaked into a thread like substance that can be removed and later reviewed. It is in your best interest that you see to some sleep since it is plainly obvious that you are being affected by it. Take a small mouthful right before you sleep. I will make more when you are running low on the vial.” Snape looked at Harry through stoic eyes but something behind their depths was moving, an emotion Harry couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“Um, thank…thank you Professor.” Harry never thought that he would be saying those words to the infamous Potion’s Master, but true to the day, he was. The air between them became a bit uncomfortable.

“And for Merlin’s sake Potter, eat something. You look like death,” he said with a billow of robes. He walked to his desk and picked up a stack of papers, no doubt the First Year’s Essays since red marks touched almost every word.

“Professor…”

“You are dismissed, Mister Potter.”

“I…”

“Leave, Potter!” Snape left through the appearing door in the wall into his office. The door closed with a muffled sound. Silence echoed through the dungeon as Harry sat in thought. Snape had showed concern, not like he had ever seen before. Why was Snape concerned for him? There had never been a moment when the most git-witted, ill-spoken professor had shown even the least bit compassion for Harry since his arrival at Hogwarts.

He wasn’t going to think much on it since he now carried the draught that would finally allow him to sleep for once. He took the potion and pocketed it, finally leaving the dungeons, books in hand.

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“Merlin! Snape actually gave you a potion?! That’s crazy mate…” Ron examined the potion with idle fingers. The substance seemed to claw at the spots where his fingers touched. “The bloody potion acts like it’s alive…”

Harry watched as Ron played with the vial. He then grabbed it from his friend’s hands and pocketed it. “I have to take a sip tonight before sleeping. Hopefully it works, I need the sleep.”

“And the food mate; you look absolutely deathly.” Ron’s eyes traveled over Harry’s thinning body. It made him uncomfortable when everyone pointed out that he was getting thinner. Even the working out he had done with Quidditch was ultimately affected by his lack of appetite.

“Right, I’ll catch up with you later Ron.” Harry waved his friend goodbye before climbing the endless stairway to the common room. He planned to sleep as much as he could before tomorrow came.

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The morning gleamed through the window sill at the far corner of the room. Harry had a plastered smile to his face. The draught had worked and with little effort, he pulled the stream from his ear of the nasty dream that had taken place while he slept. He put it into a separate, empty vial and stored it in the drawer next to his bed.

His body was already feeling better than it had in a very long time. He moved his body with ease, and soon felt the once known grumble of his stomach. He left his thoughts for later and made his way down to the grand hall to get his breakfast for the mornings that he hadn’t eaten.

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“Wow Harry, you look positively radiant. What happened last night?” Hermione was feeling his head and his cheeks, checking for anything out of the normal. She was happy enough to make energy for everyone at the sight of Harry’s new stupor.

“Snape gave me a draught that took the visions into a stream. I was able to sleep the entire night through without a vision to worry me.” Harry stuffed a bit more potato into his mouth along with some ham and a bit of cheese. He was eating for two this morning; everyone could see that his appetite was back.

“Snape? It seems that everyone was getting concerned about you.” She smiled as she watched him quench his hunger with a bit more ham and a drink of pumpkin juice. “It’s nice to see that you have finally found your appetite. You are looking better already.”

Harry nodded his head in response and continued to eat his food. When he turned his head, he caught those obsidian eyes gazing at him from the head table. His heart began to race in his chest and he almost choked on what food was left to chew in his mouth.

Hermione gazed at him with an accentuated eyebrow as he spit out some of the food in his mouth onto the plate. “What is wrong, Harry?”

“S-sorry, had too much in my mouth.” His eyes slowly found their way back to the head table, but Snape’s no longer were on his. Snape had taken to talking to Dumbledore from the side and was well into the conversation. Harry turned back to watch Hermione nudge at Ron to stop eating like a pig.

“B-but ‘arry is eating like a ‘ig.” Ron sputtered out.

“Ronald! Harry hasn’t eaten in Merlin knows when so he is allowed to eat like a pig! You eat like a pig every time you eat!” Hermione was using the “mum” voice, and it had Harry laughing behind his mouthful of food.

When he had calmed and the other two had finished their argument--which ended with Ron apologizing and Hermione kissing his nose--Harry turned to look at the head table. Once more, Snape’s eyes were on him. The feeling he got was one he hadn’t felt before and so he turned away to finish his breakfast.

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“Mister Potter, stay after class is dismissed.” Harry hadn’t done anything wrong, that he knew of. The potion had turned out almost exactly like it was suppose to and he knew that there was no outstanding work that he had missed.

When the class left the dungeons, the silence echoed through the room. He watched as Snape finished the last of his papers and slowly put his quill down to look up at Harry. It was that feeling again when their eyes met. Harry could feel his stomach slowly clench into itself and he was left to try and breathe.

“Did you take the draught as instructed?” Snape was now making his way over to the desk. His walk was graceful and silent as though a hunter stalking its prey. Harry had a small thought of wanting to once be that prey before he pushed any idea of that to the back of his mind.

“Yes, sir. It worked very well, thank you.” It was the first real time that he meant what he said in such a polite manner. It had Snape’s eyebrow raised in interest when he spoke as such. It was quite amusing to see Snape caught without words; maybe he would do this more often.

Snape peered at him for a moment before turning to the front of the class and walking towards the desk at the far corner. Harry couldn’t help but miss the presence and began to speak against his better judgment.

“Professor, why did you help me?” He felt the tremble in his voice when Snape turned to look at him from the moment he had begun to talk. Those eyes watched him like a hawk to prey. Their black orbs kept a shimmer that did not dwell in the light, but that of the night.

“Must I have a purpose for giving one of my students a draught so that they will ONCE pay attention in class?” Snape was now in front of him, his body towering over Harry’s. He felt a jump in his chest at the sight and slowly withdrew his eyes.

“I-I just thought…” he began but thought about what he truly wanted to say. He tried to continue, but his reserve gave and he couldn’t finish. He grabbed his books and stood. When he tried to walk past Snape, a hand touched his shoulder. His head jerked towards Snape as the man watched him.

“What did you think, Potter? That I was a heartless Potion’s professor that has no desire to once help another living soul?” His eyes watched Harry’s. Harry had to keep from wanting to pull away. His eyes lazily closed as he licked his lips to keep them from being dry. When he looked back at Snape, the emotion he had seen the other day was visible in the man’s eyes.

Before he had a chance to respond, lips were pressed harshly against his. He almost fell completely backwards, but strong arms wrapped around him and he was once again reminded of what exactly was going on. He pressed back eagerly against the man’s body as his lips moved in tune with the others.

As soon as it all had happened, Snape was gone from him. He gazed blankly at the wall in front of him as his body readjusted to the lack of another there. His heart was racing against him. He turned to look for Snape, finding no one in the room.

Touching his hand to the top of the desk, he shook off the arousal he felt in his body. Everything had begun so fast and he wasn’t quite sure if it all had happened. He turned once more to check the room and found no one there. Picking up his bags, he rushed out of the room and to the common room. He couldn’t think about anything but his flushed lips.

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Harry gazed at the draught at the other end of the room. The room was dark with the sound of resonating snores of the other boys in the dorm. He couldn’t focus on anything other than what had happened earlier that day. The kiss was still fresh on his lips. Through out the day he had questioned if the kiss had truly happened. Most often, he would conclude that it hadn’t, but other times, such as what he was feeling at the moment, it was too real to him.

Pushing himself away from the bed, he went to walk the only place that allowed him to calm his nerves. He would often walk to the Owlery at the tallest tower to gather his thoughts and to calm himself down.

The darkness enclosed around him as he took the longest way to the tower. The silence was broken by the steady padding of feet. He upturned his eyes to the darkness and stopped his walking all together. The familiar body now stood directly in front of him. He could identify that face anywhere he was.

Before he had a chance to talk, he was pressed up against a wall, another body pressed just as eagerly against his. Snape devoured his mouth with a hungry kiss, his hands pressed firmly at the sides of Harry’s head. Harry tilted his neck up to meet the other in the kiss. His mouth was pried open by a persistent tongue and he gave in without a fight.

He pressed his hands against the familiar chest of the older man as they quickly sucked and licked each other. He was consumed in the fire that was ignited with the man that made his heart race and his body jump to the occasion.

Snape traveled from his lips to the tip of his chin and soon took path towards the sensitive skin on his neck. Harry muffled his moan as the man sucked slowly at the sensitive skin beneath his lips. Without thought, Harry’s hips jerked and rubbed slowly against the other man’s body. He could feel his prick quickly gather weight and continue to rub into the man’s thigh.

“Professor…” Harry breathed out as the man took to licking the contours of his shoulders while briskly unbuttoning Harry’s robes. He wanted the other to touch his bare skin with those delicious lips. He too was eager to feel the man.

His robes were removed just as quickly as they were put on. Harry could feel the slow draft of the corridor and shuddered under the weight of the other’s passion. Hands roamed over his chest, fingers touching the skin of his body like it were a precious silk from a foreign land.

Snape’s mouth touched the shell of Harry’s ear, “So responsive, Potter.”

Harry could feel his prick jerk at the sound of the man’s voice. Shivers rolled down his sides all the way to his toes, curling them and leaving him breathless. “Mhm…”

He breathed heavily through his gaped mouth. Nothing he was feeling was like anything he had ever experienced before and he wasn’t about to pull away from the welcomed touch.

That is when it all stopped. Harry jerked his head up and his eyes opened cautiously. Had it all be a dream? He checked along the corridor but no sign of any other human echoed through the daft night. He breathed heavily and checked his clothing for any sign of the dream. Nothing was out of sorts, so he made his way quickly back to the dormitory. He wasn’t going to second guess it, but he had just been sleep walking, he was sure of it.

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“S-sorry, p-professor,” Neville stuttered out before falling to the floor to pick up the discarded items. Snape stood towering over the boy as Neville took to picking up what he could find on the ground. He had dropped all his pixie wings and was now in the process of picking up the scattered pieces.

“Not once you have managed to go through a class period without ruining something, Longbottom!” Snape pivoted on his heels and made his way to the front of the classroom to continue with his markings. All the while, Harry watched from the back of the classroom, paying no attention to the chattering redhead to his left.

“So what do you think, Harry?” Ron looked at him quizzically as he made to continue their conversation, which had been one-sided since the class had started.

“Hm?” Harry turned his head to meet the redhead’s eyes. He hadn’t heard a word of what Ron had said. To be honest, he hadn’t heard anything that entire day. All he could think of was what he had dreamt last night and how hard he was just thinking about it.

“Have you been listening to a word I said?! I asked you if I should ask Hermione to spend Spring Break with us.” Ron was now watching Harry with confused eyes. He couldn’t see what had been on Harry’s mind all day, but he knew that what ever it was, Harry was bound to tell him some time.

“Yeah, that’d be a good idea since she told me that she wouldn’t be doing anything other than reading. I’ll probably just stay here for the break since I have to catch up on some work,” He smiled at his friend, knowing that his answered had satisfied his friend’s mind. Ron and Hermione had been trying to find some time to themselves, but they had always made an effort to include Harry so that he wasn’t left out. To be honest, he would rather they bugger the hell out of each other so that he didn’t have to deal with their little eyes during the day. It was odd enough that his two best mates were dating; it was even weirder to see them act on it in front of him.

“Are you sure, mate? We’d have so much fun at the Burrow, the three of us.”

“Yeah, I have to catch up, or I won’t be able to pass any of my classes,” he smiled sheepishly as his friend nodded.

“Mister Potter, is it really all that difficult for you to once make an exceptional potion? It seems that you are, like Mister Longbottom, prone to be forever daft! Twenty points from Gryffindor for your lack of understanding directions.” Harry watched as Snape turned and made his way to the front. Well, Snape certainly was acting as though nothing had happened.

Harry pushed away the hurt feeling ebbing away at his stomach and continued to brew his potion to his best ability. Spring break was only a few days away; he’d be able to relax a bit.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to come along, Harry?” Hermione was hugging him with her suitcase close to her feet. Ron was next to her, his eyes echoing her words. He understood that they wanted to be alone, but knew that they wanted Harry to feel as though he was never welcomed.

“Naw, my grades are already suffering since the beginning, it’ll give me time to catch up with your intelligence.” He smirked as she laughed. “Besides, you two need to have a week alone.” Both blushed as he said those words and he knew that they were on the same track with the improper thoughts.

“We’ll see you in a week, Harry.” Both Ron and Hermione waved him goodbye as they made their way to the front of the castle to get on the train towards the Burrow. It was nice to see them finally holding hands in public. Most often they kept their kisses and childish flirts between the three of them, but they were becoming more and more publicized.

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All but a few students had gone somewhere for the Spring Break. For the ones that were still at Hogwarts, arranged days allowed them to visit Hogsmeade so that they could have a bit fun. Activities for the students had been set up at all hours; flying with Madam Hooch at twelve; rat racing with Professor McGonagall at three—the students would transfigure into rats and race; dodge ball with Professor Flitwick at five; and finally, guess the creature with Hagrid at eight after supper.

Harry had kept to his dorm and common room for the first two days, keeping clear of anywhere where he might see Snape. He couldn’t calm himself when he saw the man. It always hurt to look at the other when he knew that his feelings would never be reciprocated. He wasn’t quite sure why Snape had kissed him, but he was now sure that it was something the man had regretted and he wasn’t about to go try to figure out why the man had done it in the first place.

Seamus had stayed back with two other Gryffindors and Harry was glad for it. He had someone to talk to and he wasn’t about to go complain that he had nothing to do. They spent their days playing wizard’s chess and flying their brooms.

The night came when Harry was completely empty of his store of the vision potion Snape had given to him. He wasn’t about to go ask the man for more, but he was afraid of the visions that he would get if he didn’t. Harry decided that the best thing was to just face Snape, get what he needed, and then go back to being cooped up in the common room.

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Harry walked through the small arch leading into the dungeons where it was empty of any life form. Harry had hoped that he would catch Snape in the classroom finishing grading, but to his sadness, the other was no where in sight. He sat down and put his head in his hands. He wasn’t bold enough to go knocking on Snape’s office. What if he got detention just for knocking? He couldn’t deal with having to be near the man for longer then a few minutes.

He felt eyes on him, but was too frightened to look up from his current position so he acted as though he didn’t notice the towering presence over him, or the fact that he could see dark robes at the corner of his vision.

“What honor do I owe that the Golden-Boy seeks to speak with me?” Snape’s words bit like sarcastic fish, biting down Harry’s reserve and leaving him flushed with anger. How could Snape be so unknowing to his feelings? How could he be so heartless to not notice what affect he had on Harry?

Instead, Harry continued through his silence, letting the steam and flustered feeling soon occupy the greasy Potion’s Master. “Out with it Potter! I don’t have all day. Why are you here?!”

Harry looked up from the place on the desk he had been staring at and took in the Snape’s appearance. “I’ve run out of the potion, sir.”

“As suspected,” Snape said more so to himself then to Harry. He could see that it was going to be awkward between them since Snape had said nothing to bring light to the kiss he had placed on Harry a few days beforehand. He internally sighed knowing that it was going to be something that they would never speak of.

Snape returned with the potion in hand and handed it directly to Harry. Their eyes met for a brief moment as fingers brushed. Harry almost caught himself blushing when he remembered the other night. He had dreamt such strange things and now he was in front of the man that had plagued his thoughts for the duration of the vacation.

“Thank you, Professor.” He turned and walked towards the door. Against his better judgment, he turned and faced Snape with a smile brightening his face before he left to make his way back to the Gryffindor common room.

He smirked to himself as he had noticed the man flabbergasted by the action that had taken course after Harry had made his way to leave. It felt good to be on the other end. Snape had surprised him, now he had surprised Snape. Maybe what he was truly feeling in the density of his stomach was hope? Hoping that he would one day find out why Snape had kissed him that day.

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Harry and Seamus made their way from the Quidditch field, brooms in hand and wide smiles of laughter on their faces.

“I’ll have to learn how you dive like that, Harry.” Seamus snorted through a half-laugh half-groan. It had been a long day of flying, the two playing every game that came to mind on the wind of the day. It had been such a perfect day to fly, that they had both jumped at the opportunity.

“Yeah, I’ll teach you tomorrow.” Harry wiped the sweat touching his brow. He wanted nothing more then to fall right there through the exhaustion that tormented his limbs. It had been fun, but the day had been long and his butt was aching with the act of being on a broom all day.

Seamus waved to him, saying something that related to having to go to the library. Harry smiled to himself knowing that the boy didn’t even know where the library was. Seamus had a girlfriend in Hufflepuff and it was well known to the Gryffindors that knew him that she and him were very close.

He walked the path towards the main entrance and then continued his way to the staircase. He hadn’t thought about Snape all day, his mind had been too consumed in how much fun he was having. Now that he had a moment to think, he wondered what the man was doing. He hadn’t seen him at breakfast. He assumed that it was all due to the fact that the man never really ate, just made potions all day.

Their break was coming to a close. He had already gotten owls from both Hermione and Ron telling him that they missed him and couldn’t wait to come back. It seems that while they were there, they had gone on an actual date which hadn’t surprised him but made him smile none-the-less.

Through out Ron’s letter, he had explained in great detail about what made Hermione cute and through an opposite view, Hermione had explained the date in great detail as well as what made her aggravated by Ron. In both cases, it could be seen that they had a great time with their much needed alone time. He was glad to hear that everything went smoothly for the two.

He walked up the stairs; his eyes adverted from the front of him to the steps below. He couldn’t think straight even when he tried to focus. Everything ended up leading him to thinking about the kiss. He wanted nothing more then to feel his lips touching Snape’s again. He’d given in to his feelings and acknowledged that he truly wanted Snape, despite his hatred earlier.

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Harry’s eyes flashed open as he breathed out a frustrated sigh. A vision wracked his body of the night’s rest he had tried to receive in the time that he was up there. He’d forgotten to take the potion because he was too consumed in thoughts of Snape.

He pushed himself from the bed and held his shaking arms. He needed to take a walk. Even though he knew that he wasn’t suppose to be walking past curfew, he had to calm down and it was the only way he knew how. He didn’t think that anyone would be out in the halls since it was nearing morning.

Walking from the common room and into the dark hall way, he made a soft audible sigh through the gap in his mouth. It had been a while since he had taken a walk through the castle. He told himself that he would only walk for a small while before returning and taking the potion. He would make the best of the walk for now.

Before he knew where he was going, Harry found himself near the dungeons. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t realized that he was right outside of the dungeon doorway. A small smile touched his lips as he remembered the kiss happening just inside. It was a nice thought, but he knew that it would never happen again. Just because it had happened once, didn’t mean that it would happen again. For all he knew, Snape could have been under some kind of weird potion at the time. For whatever reasons, he knew that Snape no longer felt that way. He still hated Harry, and he was okay with it.

Turning, he began to walk back towards the common room, realizing the hour was early and he should probably go back before he got caught.

“Out again, Mister Potter?” The silky voice came from behind him and it didn’t take a moment’s hesitation to know who it belonged to. He turned around a bit too fast, and stumbled forward. Strong hands captured his shoulders and righted him.

“Uh, sorry sir.” He looked up at the face that had haunted his dreams for the past week. The man was dressed as he usually was, but this time, there was a hint of amusement in those depthless eyes.

“I thought that we established that you were to STAY in your dormitory past curfew, Potter.”

“Y-yes sir, sorry sir.” He made to pull away, but the hands stayed planted on his shoulders. If anything, they pulled him a bit closer.

“Then why is it that you have taken to disturbing these halls with your clomping?”

“I had a vision sir,” Harry said in a small voice. Despite his dreams, he was still frightened of the man.

“Did the potion not work, Potter?”

“It did, I just forgot to take it before I went to bed, sir.” Harry watched as the man contemplated his answer, but slowly nodded his head. It was the first time that Snape hadn’t called him insolent or an impertinent brat for having made a mistake.

“Very well, but you are to return to your dormitory as soon as you calm down.” Harry could feel his jaw drop. Never had Snape given him permission to break rules let alone show compassion for his circumstance.

“T-thank you, sir.” Harry made to move again, but the man was still holding him. His blush slowly spread across his face when he realized that Snape was looking at him. He couldn’t hide the slow tremble that started when his heart rate increased and the blood pooled down to the center of his arousal. “Uh…sir?”

Snape seemed to snap out of it and let go of Harry’s shoulders. It seemed that the haze of his eyes dissipated and he made to turn. Before he did, he made a move to talk, but was caught somewhere between fighting the urge, and just giving in.

Harry watched almost amused as Snape made a move towards the door, but would stop and contemplate what he was doing. Finally, he turned and watched Harry for a moment. “Would you care to join me for a cup of tea?”

The question was so unexpected that Harry almost lost all forms of words. He couldn’t fathom what had made Snape ask, but he wasn’t about to second-guess it. If Snape asked, he would answer.

“I’d love to,” he replied with a sheepish grin.

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Harry sat down on the couch just facing the mantel of the fireplace. He couldn’t hold back the smile that had contorted his face since he had first arrived in Snape’s private quarters. He didn’t know by what act of Merlin that caused the infamous potion’s master to ask him to join him there, but he wasn’t going to chance it by asking.

Snape returned carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. He kept the house-elves out of his private quarters as much as possible, but most often at nights. Since he wasn’t one to be rash and ask them to make the tea, he made it himself.

Harry watched as Snape settled the tea down onto the small table nearest the couch. He hadn’t thought of anything to say the entire time he sat there waiting for Snape to return. It wasn’t often that he found himself in needing of small conversation with his professors, except Dumbledore of course.

“So…um,” Harry started.

“Your intelligence astonishes me Potter,” Snape said with a slight smirk. Oh that was a good start, Harry thought quickly to himself. He had meant to say more than that, but the sentences wouldn’t form.

“Right,” he added, tearing his eyes away from Snape and to his hands clasped in his lap.

“Let us start with these visions you occur. How do you know that they are visions, Potter?” Snape gazed at him none accusingly. It was weird to see the man actually look like he cared. Most often, Harry had seen Snape look at him a sneer. It was normal for Harry to be gazed at as though a monster by Snape. Over the past year, Snape seemed to gaze more directly at him, but not in a way that caused Harry to feel hated. More than ever, he felt that Snape understood him.

Last year, Snape and he had spent a lot of time together. He had to practice his spells of the dark arts. It was a hard year for both of them. He had never really found their time together to be special, but by the end of it, he and Snape had realized a lot about each other. This year he seemed to be a bit more understanding, though he was still the same old greasy-git, he wouldn’t humiliate Harry as much.

“Well sir, I feel everything in the visions as well as I see what Voldemort is doing with the Death Eaters. I sometimes see you, sir.” Snape looked at him incredulously, but soon nodded his understanding. The silence that soon took up the space between them had Harry fidgeting and taking a few small sips of his tea. He watched for any reaction from Snape to let him know that he was wrong or right about something.

When nothing happened, Harry stood and settled his tea down on the platter. “Thank you sir for the tea, but I think I should probably head back to the dorm.” He walked the small distance to the door and stopped when he heard the man get up.

He jumped slightly when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He had dreamt of this in his dreams, but when the hand began to turn him around, he knew that it wasn’t a dream. He faced Snape who seemed to be in some sort of inside battle. It was the first time in a while that he had seen the man’s eyes show any sort of emotion.

Snape pressed him up against the door, his body coming to trap him between the door and Snape’s body. Lips touched against his before he was forced harder against the door and those lips pried his mouth open with a small gasp. His head spun as Snape’s tongue snaked its way into his mouth and the body against his pressed more firmly against his.

He groaned as the force of the kiss sucked every particle of oxygen from his mouth. No longer could he think as all the blood in his body pooled into his erection pressed firmly against the man’s thigh. He too felt a hard stab at his stomach from Snape’s obvious arousal. It was almost too surreal when Snape began to move against him.

When Snape pulled back for much needed air, Harry panted and gazed at him. He could see that the man was struggling between keeping his sanity and the lust he was feeling at the moment.

“Do you know what you do to me Potter?! Watching you day after day smile and parade about like some kind of nymph!” It was unexpected, but not unwanted. He felt the same way about Snape. Every time he would see him, he would see the man glare and walk with a billow of his robes. The man screamed exotic mystery. He never knew what the other felt because he could never see through that direct gaze. He had noticed that more this year Snape had watched him, but he thought it was because the man was looking for any opportunity to humiliate Harry in front of the crowd.

Harry watched as Snape breathed heavily. “It’s my turn to make you want, Mister Potter. I am going to put you through just as much torture as you have put me through this year.”

Harry felt his erection jump at the words. He fluttered his eyes shut and rolled his head to the side. If Snape continued to talk that way, he would most definitely come on the spot. The man’s voice was so deep and rich that it curled around Harry’s cock and fingered his entrance.

Harry couldn’t find his words, all he knew at the moment was that he needed Snape to continue talking, or he would loose his will to stand.

Snape pulled away and righted himself as he looked at Harry. He gave a small smirk and turned away, “Return to your dormitory, Mister Potter.”

Harry looked towards Snape quickly. What was the man doing? Harry was offering himself to Snape freely and the man refused him? He felt his anger boil, but only a small whimper left his mouth. He now understood what the man meant by torture.

Fine, if Snape wants a battle, he can have one. I will show him just how much torture I can take and give it back to him ten-times over.