Daydreaming

Chapter 1: Daydreaming




He was tall dark and sinister with a voice that made a person dream of dark bedrooms with huge beds covered in silken sheets, fire places and candles, quiet moans barely contained in the silence, dirty words spoken roughly in your ear while being pounded into the sheets.




At Least that's what it made one emerald-eyed raven haired Harry Potter think of whenever he was in the presence of his Professor.

Potions Master Severus Snape had been one of his teachers since he arrived at Hogwarts school of Witcraft and Wizardry over five years ago. Not only that the man was his only constant.


Since Harry was the supposed Savior of the Wizarding world everyone treated him as if he was some kind of god when all he really wanted was to be treated like everyone else. Everyone that is but his Potions Professor, he treated Harry like he was nobody spectacular at all in fact he treated him worse than everyone else. In time Harry came to realize that that was his Professors way of keeping him grounded in the real world letting him know that he wasn't invincible and if he wanted something he would have to work at it. Even though at one point Harry resented this treatment he came to realize that it was exactly what he needed and he came to respect the man immensely for it...and maybe even feel something more than that towards the constantly scowling man.


It was now Harry sixth year returning to the wizarding school and he had found himself unable to think about anyone other than his 'greasy git' of a Potions Professor.

He thought about things like how long and delicate Snape's fingers looked, even though he knew from experience that they could lift extremely heavy loads or wield a wand with an accuracy so deadly that it frightened everyone who had the misfortune to have it directed at them. Well all except Dumbldore. These things were constantly going through his head.



Along with fantasies of what really lay beneath those billowing robes. Smooth skin that would be like warm velvet touch? Scars? Rippling muscles that were as hard and unforgiving as cold steel. Merlin how he longed to find out. The thoughts were driving him crazy if something wasn't done soon to relieve him of his building need Harry was sure he was going to do something desperate.


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So there Harry was in his first class of the year, double potions, with his cock so hard beneath his robes that the slightest movement could set it off and it was getting harder by the second, all while Snape gave his lecture. Harry knew if he were to take his out his cock it would be near purple by now.

Unfortunately, it was too late for Harry to pay attention to the actual words being spoken in the lecture. So of course he didn’t notice that his Professor was stalking across the classroom, robes whipping about his feet in reverence, over to the table Harry shared with his best mate Ron and slammed a ruler down with enough force to snap the thing clean in half.



“Mr. Potter,” Snape hissed through his surprisingly straight, white teeth “would you care to explain what it is on your embarrassingly small mind enough that it demands the attention you should be giving to my lecture.”


“No sir, sorry sir,”

“You always are Potter” Snape spat out while sneering down his long aristocratic nose. Harry’s hands were gripping his chair til the point his knuckles were turning white with the effort it took not to orgasm right where he sat. Each word Snape had spoken throughout his rant had gotten softer and was laced with pure danger, and it washed over Harry like fire, setting his nerve endings ablaze.

The professor noticed the change in Harry’s breathing, with all his years as a double agent it would be a shame if he didn’t notice. He could tell that the boys eyes were dilated and his breathing was way above normal. He was about to inspect further when…

“Professor!!!” shouted Hermione.


Harry could almost weep in relief when the attention was taken off of him. Neville Longbottom’s potion chose that moment to start ominously bubbling. Within seconds the Professor shouted, “EVERYBODY OUT NOW!!!!!” But the students hadn’t survived to see their sixth year of potions with Neville for nothing, they knew that his mistakes were capable of and were for the most part already out the door.

After locking and warding the door with the strongest spells he knew Snape began throwing containment charms and protection spells on the classroom for the inevitable explosion that was sure to come.

However, he had failed to notice that one student still remained in the class.


In his efforts to keep his Harry had tuned out everything around him. The professor only became aware of him when he heard a small whimper as Harry began to shake. By that time it was too late to evacuate the boy, Severus Snape threw himself at Harry knocking them both to the floor.


The thrill of his most desperate fantasy finally being realized was enough to push the younger wizard over the edge. Harry reached up and circled his arms around the Professors neck and began stoking the fine hairs at the nape. He surged up with all the power he possessed and grinded his manhood against the object of his desire.


Before Severus could even blink, Harry’s lips were on his. Severus was so shocked that he didn’t even have a chance to respond before Harry started to pull away. He was jolted out of his stupor when those silky soft lips left his. Grabbing Harry’s face Severus growled, “ You just couldn’t leave it alone, could you?”

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise, but before he could respond Severus had brought their lips back together. Severus deepened the kiss immediately, his tongue slipping out to caress Harry’s bottom lip. Harry moaned and Severus took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside the boy’s mouth.

Harry wasn’t sure why Severus was kissing him back, but he wasn’t going to protest. Instead, he placed his hands on Severus’ shoulders and pushed him up and back so that he sat against the wall and climbed onto the older wizard’s lap. Harry’s tongue battled for dominance until the black haired man sucked Harry’s tongue into his mouth. Harry groaned and thrust his hips against Severus’, grinding his erection into the older man’s abdomen.

Severus brought his hands down to cup Harry’s arse. Severus’ hands encouraged Harry to continue flexing his hips and pressing his erection into Severus’ body. Finally Harry threw his head back and moaned.

Opening heavy-lidded eyes, the young wizard observed the flushed face, mussed hair, and panting breaths of the wizard on whom he was seated. Harry brought his hands up to Severus’ chest and began unbuttoning the other man’s shirt quickly. “I want you to fuck me.”

Severus released his grip on Harry’s arse to brush the raven-haired teen’s hands away. “No. I may have abandoned my morals for tonight, but I will not bugger a student.”

Harry grabbed one of Severus’ hands and placed it on his trouser-covered erection. Thrusting his hips forward, Harry groaned, “Please.”

Severus shook his head. “As tempting as that offer is, I’m still going to have to decline.” He gave Harry’s cock a gentle squeeze through his trousers. “I will, however, help you out with this.”

Harry moaned as Severus massaged his hard-on through his jeans. He felt the older man unbutton and unzip his trousers and drew a sharp breath when Severus’ hand closed around his prick. “Mmm. L-Let me do you too, please.” Harry groaned reach for the button on Severus’ trousers. Getting no response from the older wizard, Harry quickly unbuttoned and unzipped Severus’ trousers. In just a few seconds, Harry had Severus’ weeping cock in his hands.

Harry stroked Severus, matching the rhythm that the older wizard was using on his own cock. It wasn’t long before Harry’s youth got the better of him. He began moaning, thrusting his hips wildly, and babbling incoherently. When Severus leaned down, snaking his tongue out to trace Harry’s ear and whispered, “Come for me, Harry. Come for me.” Harry couldn’t hold back any longer. He arched his back and came in long, sticky spurts.

When Harry settled down from his euphoric state, he noticed that his hand was still slowly stroking Severus’ cock. The older wizard was watching him through half opened eyes. Harry smiled lazily and wiggled down Severus’ lap until he was kneeling on the floor between the older man’s legs. Before Severus could object, Harry leaned forward and swallowed the man whole.

Severus groaned and fisted his hands in Harry’s hair. “Merlin, Harry, where’d you learn to do that?” he groaned.

Harry chuckled, causing vibrations to go through Severus’ cock. He leaned back to say, “I’ve had a bit of practice,” before beginning his task again. This time, Harry began bobbing his head up and down Severus’ length. Every so often he would stop with just the head in his mouth, tonguing the tip and pressing gently on the sensitive spot underneath the head. Then he would resume his bobbing, relaxing his throat to let the leaking cock slide down inside.

When Harry felt Severus’ balls tighten, he slid back until just the head of Severus’ erection was in his mouth. Sucking hard and massaging Severus’ balls, Harry was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. He swallowed every drop, not allowing any to escape.

Severus pulled Harry back onto his lap. Wrapping his arms tightly around the younger wizard, Severus captured Harry’s mouth in a searing kiss. When he pulled back from the kiss, Severus whispered, “Merlin help me…for I can’t help myself” and drove his tongue back into Harry’s mouth.

All this was done to the crescendo of an exploding cauldron.


A/N: How was it?