Green Eyed Obsession

Title : Obsession

A sheen of perspiration coated his tranquil form. Long tapered fingers gently caressed the rumpled black satin sheets. Obsidian eyes filled with lust gazed into the tranquil shadows as flickering flames cast golden kisses across the walls.

To retreat into dreams would now be nigh on impossible. One could practically feel that the dawn was about to break and he never slept much past daybreak anyway. Severus rose from his musings, cast a cleansing spell over his bed and glided to his bathroom.

Another year trying to force sense into brains laden with teenage hormones and little room for anything else. Breakfast in the Great Hall was something to be avoided at all costs wherever possible, lunch was likewise but dinner was something, which Dumbledore insisted everyone must attend.

Unless you were dead in which case he needed the respective forms in triplicate presented to the respective people with at least three months notice. Even cold and six feet under would not be accepted as a sufficient excuse to not be in attendance on the first days’ breakfast before the merciless influx.

So it was that he drifted in and all but threw himself into his seat, daring anyone to so much as sneeze in his general direction, hands clasped possessive around a golden hued goblet containing the very elixir of life, steaming black coffee.

Severus closed his eyes and inhaled the coffees heady scent. **Cream skin pure and free of blemish soft as the petals of a new rose, Green Emerald eyes filled with diamond fire and wanton desire for only him. Hair as glossy as a raven wing yet soft as sable spilling across his chest. Generous lips blessed by the gods themselves kissing downwards gently slowly teasing and filled with promise** “WHAT?” Snape growled.

“Alas Severus you are not a morning person” tutted Dumbledore “Sinistra was just stating her theory on Latin”

“Latin is the language of the Angels, of the Heavens why do you think that scholars learnt it, religions were conducted in it and magic uses it? Of course it is a simplified tongue to the dialect that is commonly spoken but it . . .” She continued.

“Re vera, cara mea, mea nil refert” (Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn) Snarled Snape who downed his goblet and made good an escape via the closest door. “Of course” huffed Trelawney “Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.” ** You would know you old charlatan **

On the other side of the door Severus lent heavily against the cold stone wall grasping at reality. If he hadn’t been disturbed, if his daydreams hadn’t been brought crashing down around his ears, he may have embarrassed himself in front of the entire faculty, thank Merlin for voluminous cloaks. Luckily they expect abrupt behaviour from him.

These dreams, this obsession was just not healthy. ** Ah stuff it everyone needs a hobby.** His robes fluttered behind him as he stalked off to his private quarters. There was one hard task that demanded to be taken to hand before the tedium of the day.

Coffee the saving grace of the sane world. An aromatic goblet perched on his table as he sorted through his lesson plans for the year. The grandfather clock announced lunch and in a dead heat a timid house elf delivered his meal to his office.

Lost in piles of vellum and parchment, writing as if possessed the afternoon slipped away. Night fell. Within the hour the sorting hat would sift through the influx of twits and place the brains in his care and the turkeys Merlin willing elsewhere.

The heavy carved wooden doors to the Grand Hall opened to the flood of students from years two to seven and closed behind them. From the high table Severus scanned the Hall searching for one particular face in the crowd. There he was. Over the years he had aged well, blossoming into a young man whipped into shape by hours of quiddich.

His obsession looked up and their eyes locked suddenly nothing existed but them. There reflected in those emerald eyes was the very thing for which he had both had hoped and feared, the other half of his soul.

The moment was broken as the doors reopened to admit the new influx. A gaggle of insecure and vacant expressions followed McGonagall to the foot of the teachers’ table. **Definitely need a double Arabian Mocha Sanani. Sigh. Or two**

**Raven hair, ruby lips, sparks fly from his fingertips, echoed voices in the night, he’s a restless spirit on an endless flight** A sharp nudge with a pointed elbow brought him back to the present “What?” hissed Snape. “You were humming” whispered Sprout. “The look on your face right now is priceless where is Colin Creevy when you need him?” She chuckled.

Snape snarled. “Better?” “Much thank you, you have no idea how disconcerting anything but a snarl is on your face” stated Sprout. **I wonder? Why not?** Snape smiled a big toothy grin with sinister undertones. Dumbledore did a double take. McGonagall dropped the hat. Flitwick fell backwards off his chair. Trelawney dropped her goblet. **Bet you didn’t see that one coming you old bat? Oh this is sooo good** Sprout gawked “Oh! The look on your face is priceless where is Colin Creevy when you need him?” purred Snape reverting to form.

As Dumbledore droned on through the usual welcome speech Snapes mind wandered to the dark haired emerald-eyed youth that haunted his dreams those very eyes currently fixated on the head table. He tuned back in when Albus started talking about Defence Against The Dark Arts new teacher “. . . is also adept at ….. and proficient with both …...”

** Just great another year another DADA teacher. No doubt another reject. Funny how Quirell had made his skin crawl, initially he thought maybe the turban needed dusting for fleas? Of course it wouldn’t have hurt to have wormed him and drenched for liver fluke the guy ended up having the worse case of possession infection one could imagine. Lucky really that Voldemort had a memory was as piecemeal as his body or he would have been found out for a spy there and then.

And of course there was that primping posturing pretender Lockhart so much in love with himself in his own little world that he wouldn’t know a proposition if it bit him on the, well less said there the better. Then the real fleabag Remus Lupin, at least he knew his subject, give the lad a full body wax a good dentist a flea collar and a muzzle no problem. Of course lets not forget the imitation Mad Eye Moody of course the real Mad Eye Moody is now so totally freaked one should put ‘Ultra’ in front of his name. Where does Dumbledore get these nutters from ‘Rejects Are Us’?

Now there is tall dark and extra creepy just add a scythe and a white horse. Almost tempted to believe the position’s cursed.
Well don’t want it never did. Bullsh*t Aughhhhhh!!! Who am I kidding? Honestly Albus, Everyone is entitled to be stupid but you're abusing the privilege. Sigh. Coffee must have coffee**

Extra icky had haunted the grounds of Hogwarts since the end of last semester when he had swooped in unannounced and cloistered himself away. But this was the first time he had sat down to a meal and knowing the usual conversation pieces Snape wished he could have done the same thing.

Trelawneys voice whined throughout the dinner table conversation, trying to amuse the new teacher her voice squeaked up an octave. A deep baritone cut the air “Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died”. **Severus almost fell out of his chair oh that was just sooooo good**

He looked at Trelawney who was doing her version of a drowning fish. “Albus” inquired Severus innocently “Where is Colin Creevey?” The remainder of the evening passed in a haze of noise. All the while emerald eyes watched intently with desire.

**All students sorted, teachers introduced, warnings issued, dinner over. Check, check, check. That’s it I’m out of here**
Tomorrow would be class after class filled with dunderheads, another day closer to death and the tranquillity of the grave.

He billowed from the hall back to his private chambers. A massive four poster ultra-king-size bed dominated the room. Ebony wood intricately carved with snakes that seemed to writhe beneath your gaze, at each corner black heavy velvet drapes were held open by clasps resembling silver snakes with emerald eyes that flashed with reflected light from the flickering fire.

Soft black hair free of its restraint fell over his cream shoulders as he untied a leather cord. He had taken to tying it back now it fell past his shoulders and it stayed cleaner when kept away from the potion fumes. He ran an appreciative hand across his torso admiring his body before the mirror, trim taunt and courtesy of a daily spell totally hairless and smooth.

With the amount of wards on his room no one could interrupt save Dumbledore and he only did that the once now he sends his phoenix, they don’t seem to care what you wear or don’t. Hence he enjoyed his free time relaxing as nature intended. Away from the hassles of the world safe in his apartments and surrounded by a personal library to rival Hogwarts own. Stretched out on the velvet lounge ankles crossed a glass of fire whisky and this months issue of ‘Rainbow Wizard’, perfect.

Two glasses of fire-whisky with a fire-whisky chaser and life was a bit rosier. Reclining by the fire Severus fancied he could feel his lovers breath upon his skin, the warmth of an insistent body against his own demanding release and smell the scent of sex in the air. The warmth of skin and the feeling of his lover buried to the hilt in his body filling him with love and burning desire. He could close his eyes and feel the passion, the stirring in his soul that made his breath catch in his throat. With his eyes closed he could almost feel the heat of passion sticky and sweet upon his stomach.

The past year had brought a volley of emotions to the fore. Feelings that Severus had long hoped to bury had bubbled forth like uncorked champagne. He had long resigned himself to being unloved and haunting the cool shadows at the edges of happiness, close yet so very far away from its warmth.

He never expected to find his inner demons clawing their way to the surface courtesy of one unguarded moment. A tear escaped to run unchecked down his cheek, a tear for the empty bed and arms that he woke with every morning and a heart that held such a hopeless need. His trembling hands placed the tumbler on the floor beside him and he cradled his head in his hands. He had coped for so long but now it felt as if his heart would break from need alone. Another glass of fire-whisky with the mandatory fire-whisky chaser and the world faded into mere background noise.

Leaving his usual elegance dozing on the lounge he stumbled to his empty bed hoping against hope to find his dream lovers arms waiting for him. He grasped a “Hangover Prevention Potion” one of the new range that he had created and swallowed the cool elixir. Gazing at the vacant pillow he imagined his lover smiling back and succumbed to dreams.

Harry crept into Severus’ room and gazed upon the comatose form of his potions professor, the one person who saw beyond the hype of the-boy-who-lived, the one person who he believed cared about him ‘Harry’ not the scar not the Media hype just him, as it should be. Somehow somewhere in his 6th year he had discovered his sexuality in full bloom. The wizarding world saw and embraced love where-ever it was found as two halves of the same soul, gender regardless.

Since Voldmort had become strangely quiet Harry become more convinced that the inevitable battle that lay ahead would be the end. The end of everything he had known, his life, friends and perhaps also for a large percentage of the wizarding world. He studied like there was no tomorrow and he knew full well that it might soon be the truth. His new found enthusiasm found him lost in the pages of tome after tome and besting even Hermione. His desire to become all that he could be found a new side to his teachers, particularly Severus.

Harry had been invited to help with many complex potions and taken over brewing those required by the Medi-ward. They had shared opinions and conjectures over dinners in Snapes chambers and gone on to become friends of a sort on first name basis but naturally only in private. They had even produced a range of domestic potions the proceeds from which were going to a Wizard Orphanage in preparation for the many who would be left behind in the war ahead. In public he was still “Potter”.

Sometimes they would brush against each other in the confines of Severus’ private laboratory producing potions their hands would touch going for the same ingredient. Sometimes their eyes would briefly meet, and they both saw the same unspoken questions trapped within. One day, Harry promised himself, he would answer those questions he would open up his soul and share his love with his secret obsession this enigma the other half of his heart.

His dedication to study woke hidden talents and strengths, which he confided to Severus, worried and scared him. Together they worked on adaptation and control. It became common knowledge between him and Severus, and of course one couldn’t do anything in Hogwarts without Dumbledore being aware, that Harry could communicate with Hogwarts and in turn Hogwarts with him, just as it had chosen and spoken with The Headmaster.

Hence Harry theorised that Dumbledore however indirectly would know of his intent and with Hogwarts blessing would not, could not come between them. Unchallenged he walked through Severus’ wards discarding his clothing and slipped naked into bed embracing his beloved. Propped against the bed head Harry knew that if he hadn’t been intoxicated Severus would have felt his presence or maybe he had and wanted him to be there. The man was a complete enigma.

Harry decided it was to be all or nothing. That the intense soul rendering passion they had shared should be less than everything was incomprehensible, that having seen into the depth of those obsidian eyes at his heart knew this was right so very right. He held Severus closely and transformed the standard Hogwarts sheets into something a little more becoming the occasion sweet, sensual, seductive and satin.

Severus’ woke with the dawn in the strong warm embrace of his love. He could smell the musky masculinity and felt the gentle caress of fingers brushing his skin. Half-believing he may still be dreaming he threw caution to the wind and gently kissed the exposed flesh before him. His arm draped across the body beside him snaked under the sheets to caress the intense heat of swollen passion rising from its nest of curls. ** Damn this was a good dream. **

Eyes still closed he kissed, nibbled and licked his way up to the creamy neck where it flowed into bare shoulder. Nuzzling aside the raven hair that lay there he nibbled an earlobe. Reluctantly he opened his eyes and saw his soul mate reflected in emerald. Anything that Severus may have wanted to say was stoppered by a kiss that claimed his lips, his breath, his heart and his soul. ** Damn going to Hell anyway **

Severus leant starving into the gentle caresses. Reluctantly eventually they broke from their frantic administrations when breathing became a necessity they could no longer ignore. Eager hands sought out hungry flesh and flushed naked bodies rolled in the satin sheets. Absorbed in the feverish discovery of each other they moaned their needs as body rubbed against body and shaft against shaft. ** Satan. Get thee behind me, and push **

Severus gave up thinking, to surrender to unbridled passion. Safe, needed, wanted, and … loved. Tangled in satin sheets lost in the haze of desire they explored each other with light caresses and kisses and roused each other anew desperate to satisfy the hunger only they could induce and only they could satisfy. In the smoky haze of passion doubts faded and souls united as one. Their bodies spoke the volumes that they could never find the words to speak.

Sheets of blood red satin shone against pale skin ebony hair splayed across the matching pillows. Kissed with a sheen of perspiration Harry looked totally debauched. His emerald eyes filled with passion and the air heavily scented with sex. Sated for the moment they lay gently locked in a lover’s embrace. Looking totally salacious Severus raised a bemused eyebrow and scrutinised his lover his partner his soul mate with bedroom eyes. Gothic ‘Sex God’ wrought by the hand of the Devil Himself.

Tapered ivory fingers plucked absently at the sheets “So, red satin sheets?” Purred Severus “How very Gryffindork of you” Strong smooth talented hands swept across his body and ambrosial kisses danced across his skin putting paid to further conversation.

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