Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before

Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before
by ladylancelot


Summary: Harry and Snape share dreams without knowing but some of those dreams have consequences that will change their future.

AN: Alas, I have written this little gem in about a week, sitting in front of my notebook, frantically typing away and sipping from my tea. It is a combination of several plot ideas I had and it is long. Very long. Should be about 45 chapters, I still have to separate them. Enjoy this little story and please tell me what you think, I'd love to hear from you.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Edgar Allan Poe


1. Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before


“Butter-toffee,” Harry hissed at the drowsy fat lady wakening her rudely from her nap.


But the password did the trick, the door sprang open and Harry entered the deserted unlit common room. Of course, everybody was already asleep in their comfortable beds, only himself had been kept in the dungeons for six hours, scrubbing cauldrons that looked as if they had not been cleaned in years.


Not in the mood to retire to his bed, feeling much too upset Harry flopped down on the couch resting his feet on the little coffee table.


Snape had been in a crappy mood for weeks, his scowl darker, his features sharper and his habit of deducting house points more pronounced. Even the other head of houses had complained about loosing points quicker than an emergency hex.


Naturally there was mostly one person Snape loved to torment with his built up fury and nasty temper. Harry had lost more points in the last week than in all his six years combined and had been stuck in detention every frigging day.


Massaging his temples the young wizard thought he could still smell the nasty odour of the cauldrons. Snape loved to see Harry suffer but in the last couple of weeks it had gotten worse, and if the boy did not know better he would assume that it had gotten personal this year. Well, more personal than last year.


Knowing that he had classes to attend tomorrow, the first one being potions, Harry dragged himself into his bed to get at least a couple of hours of sleep.


As soon as his head hit the pillow Harry fell into a deep sleep which soon changed into a dream.


He was in detention in the dungeons, scrubbing those cauldrons and Snape sat behind his desk grading papers


There were subtle changes present, for one Harry was no longer dressed in his school robes but in jeans and a jumper. Snape wore his usual school robes but his hair was tied back at the base of his neck, accentuating his harsh contour.


There was something different with this dream, for once Harry was aware he was asleep and dreaming and the sensations felt were almost real, the water running down his arms and the unbearable heat in the room causing beads of sweat to run down his forehead.


Finally the last of those blasted cauldrons was done and Harry put off the rubber gloves still feeling incredibly sweaty.


Obviously the potion master had heard the commotion as he rose from his chair crossing the room in long strides. There was something graceful in the way he moved, something Harry had noticed before but in his dream-like state there were no repercussions to admiring it openly.


After all it was just a dream. So he could have a little fun.


Leaning back in his chair Harry wore a smug expression as he watched the elder wizard inspecting his work. After the last week of hell, he was determined to get something out of this dream, because- hell- he deserved it.


“Do you like what you see?” Harry asked stretching some kinks out of his tensed up backside.


Snape's face turned to his younger charge, obviously not having expected that comment.


“I beg you pardon?”


“Well, there must be a fucking reason why you keep me in detention every frigging day.”


The expression on Snape's face was priceless but before he had a chance to reprimand Harry, the boy rose from his chair, the knowledge of being in a dream giving him the freedom to do whatever he pleased.


Feeling brave Harry walked up to his teacher's frozen form and felt the heat radiating from him, a fine trail of sweat on Snape's forehead the only indication that Harry was not the only one affected by the heat.


Intending to blow off some steam Harry was surprised when Snape did not seem to mind the closeness and leaned down, his breath cooling the boy's heated skin.


“You are one unruly student Potter and I would say you deserved it.”


His black eyes were unreadable, not giving anything away but the way his hand was placed against the wall in Harry's back, effectively trapping the boy, did something strange to his body.


Harry wanted to argue, tell the man to fuck off but he was silenced by one long graceful finger to his mouth.


“Why do you not try to put your mouth to good use Harry,” Snape whispered as the other hand trailed over Harry's heated cheek.


The touch was electric, causing shivers to run down Harry's back and his body's betrayal made Harry angry. The elder wizard was blocking his way, his body pressing the boy's to the wall when Harry felt Snape's lips touching his neck.


The effect was instant causing Harry to go rigid partly with fear but with a good deal of arousal as well. Snape chuckled softly, the sound raspy fuelling Harry's body on.


“Do you want to play tonight?” Snape's raw lips brushed over Harry's skin, leaving a trail of spit. “That can be arranged.”


Harry's mind was racing with too many thoughts, about why he was having such a strange dream and why he felt helpless to do anything about it.


Another chuckle could be heard just before Snape's warm lips touched Harry's, whose body got limp as soon as his sense of touch overloaded. A tongue was brushed over Harry's still closed lips and once they opened it was thrust inside, caressing the boy's teeth and gum.


Without realizing it Harry's arms had gripped Snape's shoulders, first to push him away but then to steady himself. His only experience with kissing had been last year when he had kissed Cho but this was nothing like that.


Fire seemed to pulse through Harry's veins, threatening to pull him with it when he felt something hard brushing over his stomach.


'This is Snape's cock,' Harry thought, shocked when the thought aroused him more.


Letting go of Harry mouth for now Snape began to nuzzle the boy's neck while one hand was pushing his jumper up. Now alarmed Harry began to push the heavy body away from him, and when that had no effect, he used his knee to make contact with Snape's private parts.


The wizard staggered away, groaning with pain, his eyes on Harry clearly shocked. Before both had the chance to utter one more word Harry felt himself being whisked away into darkness.


In his bed Harry awoke with a start, covered with sweat and sporting a morning wood that was quite impressive. Groaning softly he sat up willing it to go away.


Why he had been dreaming such a strange dream was beyond him but knowing that he would not find any more sleep, he got up to get a very early start.


About twenty minutes later and after a very cold shower Harry flopped down on his usual seat in the great hall his thoughts racing with sensations. He had his share of wet dreams, hell some even featured Snape but this had been weird. As if he had no control over this dream.


Sipping from his tea Harry let his gaze wander over the pretty much empty hall until he saw who sat at the heat table, his black eyes on Harry- Snape.


For a second their eyes met but then the potion master hastily got up and left the room quickly.


'My day gets weirder and weirder,' Harry thought and buried his head under his arms.