Acting on a Dream

Acting on a Dream - Chapter One

Covered with his invisibility cloak and his heart pounding in his chest, 17-year-old Harry Potter slowly made his way down the dungeon corridor. It was after curfew and almost ten-thirty. He had no business in the dungeon corrider. He had no business down here at all.

But he felt he had to come. There was nothing else for it. He needed to talk to Professor Snape, really talk to him and find out if…if…

Harry couldn’t even bring himself to face what it was he needed to know from the snarky Professor. If he thought about it too hard, he’d recognize it for the madness it was and slink back to his house like a coward.

Harry made it to the Potions office door. There was light shining from beneath it. The Potions Master was most likely in there. He wouldn’t waste torchlight.

Harry looked up and down the hall to make sure no one else was present, then pulled off the invisibility cloak and drew a deep breath for courage. He knocked on the door.

He heard the scrape of a chair, silence, then suddenly the door was flung wide open and the Professor stood there, silouhetted by the torchlight, his face contorted and the tip of his wand pointed squarely between Harry’s wide green eyes.

“Potter!” he hissed, “What are you doing here at this hour? You are out after curfew! One hundred points from Gryffindor!”

“I…I needed to talk to you, Professor,” Harry said in a weak voice. Now that he saw the wizard, his heart was battering against his ribcage. The wand focused at him had nothing to do with it either. “I wanted to make sure we’d be alone.”

Snape lowered his wand.

“Is this about class? You can make an appointment you idiot boy!” the wizard snarled at him.

“No sir…it’s…it’s a personal matter,” Harry said, “Please…I need to talk to you.”

Snape’s dark eyes glittered with dislike as he looked at the Gryffindor Personal matter? What personal matter could the little bastard want to talk to him about?

”You have a Head of House to discuss your personal matters with, Potter. I suggest you use her!” the wizard snarled at him, attempting to close the door. Desperate, Harry lunged at it, holding it open as the startled wizard stared at him.

“Let go of my door,” Snape growled at him.

”Please Professor…I need to talk to you,” Harry said, his voice full of urgency.

Black eyes met green eyes for a moment. Then the Potions Master let go of the door so quickly, Harry stumbled into his office and fell against his desk. The dark wizard smirked as the wind was knocked out of him. Snape closed the door then swooped around his desk and sat down, his eyes resting unsympathetically on Harry as he gasped against the pain and sat down in the chair in front of his desk.

The Potions Master looked at Harry, his black eyes drifting over his tousled black hair, and tall lean body. He had grown a lot this past year and was now a young man. Snape couldn’t stand the boy. It was bad enough he was the son of his hated and deceased enemy, James Potter, but he was coddled, petted and spoiled by almost everyone around him. Not only that, he was the reason Snape had undergone many tortures by the Dark Lord, who held him responsible every time the boy slipped through his grasp. He bore many scars because of the damned boy…the boy everyone believed would destroy Voldemort.

Everyone but Severus Snape. Still, he protected the boy because of his loyalty to the Order. But he did not like Harry Potter, not one blessed bit.

“What do you want to talk to me about, Potter, that is so important you force your way into my office after curfew?” the Potions Master asked him, scowling.

Harry looked up at him, still holding his stomach. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans.

“I…I…I…” Harry stuttered.

Snape slammed his hand down on the desk.

“Stop stuttering you idiot and tell me what the hell it is you want!” he shouted at the boy, then as an afterthought, placed a silencing charm around the room.

“I…I don’t know what I want!” Harry shouted back at him, his eyes glistening. “I just wanted to see you…to talk to you…to find out if…if you’d…you’d…”

Harry stopped talking. He couldn’t say it.

The Potions Master’s face went neutral for a moment.

“To find out if I’d what, Mr. Potter?” he asked the young wizard silkily.

Snape’s voice was quieter now…but more intense as he narrowed his eyes at the boy sitting in front of him.

Suddenly Harry blurted out, “Are you gay, Professor?”

Snape stared at the boy, his nose wrinkled at the audacity of Harry asking him such a personal question. But the boy’s eyes were desperate…and, if the wizard wasn’t mistaken…hungry.

Snape arched an eyebrow at Harry. Could it be the boy had a crush on him? Good gods.

“No. I am not gay, Mr. Potter. I have a preference for females,” the wizard said coldly.

Harry’s face fell. There was no reason to continue if the Professor were straight.

“However,” the wizard said in a low voice, “I have fucked wizards on occasion. But it was not for pleasure. It was more of a punishment on my part, Mr. Potter. Why do you ask?”

Harry swallowed and said, “Because, I’m gay, Professor.”

Severus stared at him for a minute then said, “And why do you think I care what your sexual orientation is Potter? It doesn’t concern me.”

“It does concern you, sir,” Harry said in a small voice, “I dream about you almost every night. I can’t take it anymore. I…I had to tell you.”

Severus sat back in his chair and stroked his chin with his hand as Harry stared at him expectantly.

“What do you dream about me, Potter?” the wizard asked him, frowning slightly.

“That we have sex, sir,” the young wizard admitted with a tremor in his voice.

“That I fuck you up the ass, Potter?” Snape asked him.

“Yes,” Harry replied, feeling as if he were about to throw up.

Severus looked at him for a long moment then said, “Well, at least you aren’t dreaming about fucking me. That would never happen. I’m not a bottom. Ever.”

Harry stared at him, holding his breath. Snape straightened in his chair.

“Well, you’ve gotten it off your chest, boy. You can go now,” the wizard said dismissively, “It’s not the first time I’ve been the focus of a randy young man or woman. I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

“But my dreams…” Harry said to him.

“Take a sleeping draught before bedtime,” the wizard advised, waving a hand at him and looking back down at the parchments on his desk. He had been marking them before Harry interrupted him.

Harry looked at Snape. He had finally told him what was bothering him and this was all he had to say? Take a sleeping draught?

“But I want…I want…” Harry began, stuttering again.

Snape looked up at him, a look of disdain on his face.

“You want me to fuck you, Potter? To shove my cock in your ass like some little bitch?” he asked the young wizard.

Harry blinked at him. That was exactly what he wanted.

“Yes,” he said very softly.

“What Potter? I can’t hear you!” the Professor hissed.

“I said YES!” Harry yelled back at the wizard, tears of humiliation rolling down his face at admitting this.

“I always suspected you were some kind of stickler for pain, Potter. The idiotic chances you’d take, pretending it was self-sacrifice,” the wizard sneered at him. “I don’t like you. I have never liked you, not from the first moment you walked in the doors of Hogwarts. You are a spoiled, pompous, arrogant git, who cause more trouble than your worth. Everyone worships the ground you walk on and fills your head with delusions of greatness. I’ve lost gallons of blood because of your acts, Potter. Now you come here wanting me to fuck you. I’ve half a mind to do it.”

Harry looked at him hopefully. It would be his fantasy come true.

Snape made an ugly face.

“But not to give you pleasure, Potter… but to humiliate you and get a bit of my own back for all the aggravation and pain you’ve caused me for the past six years. As I said, I don’t like you, Potter…you could count on nothing from me but ache. It would be an act of violence…my only desire to break you,” the wizard said.

Harry felt himself hardening as he looked at the wizard in front of him.

“I don’t care why you’d do it, Professor…only that you’d do it,” Harry replied.

Snape stared at Harry for a long time without saying anything. He wasn’t aroused by the boy at all, but was sure he could get wood if he focused on the aspect of vengeance and punishment. He had a big cock and knew how to use it.

“Have you been fucked before, Potter?” he asked Harry in a low voice.

“Yes sir. I’ve engaged a couple of wizards,” he answered truthfully.

“Grown wizards or students?” Snape asked, frowning.

“Students,” Harry said shortly.

”Who?” Snape asked, interested.

“Fred and George Weasley were my first,” the young wizard admitted. “But they just did it to do it. They like girls actually. But they said buggering Harry Potter would be a milestone.”

Snape snorted. Sounded just like the twins. But it must have happened a while back. The Weasley twins left when Umbridge was still around.

“Who else? Ronald Weasley?” the Potions Master asked with a sneer. He wouldn’t be surprised if Ron and Harry were butt buddies.

“No. But I gave Krum a blow job,” Harry said.

“The seeker?” Snape asked, surprised. Victor Krum had a thing for Granger in her fourth year. He bet this little tidbit was something the know-it-all didn’t know.

Harry nodded. “And there were a few others,” he said.

“Any Slytherins?” the Potions Master asked darkly.

“Draco. Twice,” Harry said.

“Shit,” Severus breathed. “Draco on top?”

”Not completely,” Harry said.

Harry was normally a bottom, but Draco was a special case. They both wanted to dominate each other. Harry loved fucking Draco…he was so beautiful and vocal.

Snape shook his head.

“So you haven’t had sex with grown men off the grounds of Hogwarts?” he asked Harry who shook his head.

”No sir, only students,” Harry replied. “Though I had a crush on Remus Lupin. He didn’t know though. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him.”

Snape’s face contorted. If the idiot boy let that werewolf get at him, he’d need a new set of sphincter muscles.

“But you could tell me, Potter. I wonder why that is? Because you knew I’d be tempted to do it because I dislike you so much?” he sneered at him.

“I don’t know,” Harry said, dropping his head, “I just…just want you that way.”

”You THINK you want me that way, boy. If I fuck you, you won’t be able to sit on your ass for a week,” the wizard growled. “I suggest you go back to your house and think about what you are asking for. Potter. Your previous engagements were with boys who were attracted to you. I am not. Sex with me would be very different. It is only the punishment aspect that has me interested in plowing through your little puckerhole at all.”

“I don’t need to think about it, Professor. I just need to get you out of my system,” Harry said vehemently. “I’ll be fine afterwards.”

Snape knew this wouldn’t be the case. He had fucked wizards before and left them in bad shape. But then again, they weren’t gay wizards but straight ones and not used to having their asses ravaged. The Potions Master told Harry he’d fucked wizards before, but the truth was he had raped them in the Dark Lord’s service. It was either that or be tortured. Better their asses than his.

Harry probably had some give since he was experienced. It probably wouldn’t be as painful to the boy as to his victims. Snape’s eyes glittered. Fucking James Potter’s son in the ass appealed to him on a number of levels. As well as gagging him with his cock.

“Did anyone see you come here?” Snape asked him.

“Not that I know of,” Harry said, feeling his belly tighten.

Snape drummed his fingers on the top of the desk as he looked at Harry consideringly.

“Very well, Potter. You want me to fuck you…I will,” the wizard said, “And you will take an oath beforehand never to reveal this night.”

Harry nodded eagerly, feeling himself swelling. Snape noticed his hard-on.

“I assure you, Potter, your cock will not come anywhere near my ass. You are my bitch tonight, you will be the only one getting penetrated, do you understand me?” Snape said, rising.

“Yes sir,” Harry breathed, his heart pounding with excitement as the Professor looked at him coldly, then walked from behind his desk and to the far wall.

He pulled a torch quickly in several directions and the wall slid upward, books and all.

“Follow me, Potter,” Snape purred, walking through.

Feeling a bit dizzy, Harry rose and followed the wizard.

He couldn’t believe this was really happening.

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Author Note: My first attempt at Slash. Review if you want me to continue it.