Harry whimpered as soft lips pressed against his own, the room was shrouded in darkness as his tongue ran over the wet flesh before him. He couldn't tell who it was but he knew they tasted delicious. A pang struck his groin, a signal that told the rest of his body that he wanted to this further, as far as this stranger would allow. Harry's legs caved underneath him as he felt the warmth draw away from him. He felt lost, his eyes searching the darkness before feeling soft breath dance across his ear.

"Do it… You know you want to." The voice teased, the breath hot against his neck. It was familiar, yet he couldn't quite pinpoint where he recognised it from. Harry didn't need any further encouragement as he fell to his knees. He pressed his hungry lips to the man's groin. He didn't hesitate before collecting the man's member in his earnest mouth. He took it in further, as though he couldn't get enough of it. He pushed the man's tip to the back of his throat, it was a sensation he craved, yearned for, no amount seemed to be enough. Harry felt himself growing hot, the man thrusted into his mouth, going deeper with every turn and he loved it. The young wizard ran his teeth along the sizeable cock, as if to capture it, hold it within his lips forever.

Harry sunk his fingers in to the man's supple buttocks, kneading it without intention to ever stop. The man's body began to shake, as if of its own accord. Harry didn't have to think about what the man's reaction meant as his mouth filled up with the man's warm fluid. Harry swallowed eagerly before rising to his feet. Moon light shone through fogged up glass, it's presence becoming stronger, soon flooding what now appeared to be the potions classroom with a radiant light. The face of the man before him grew clearer, his features becoming distinctive. A large nose penetrated through what remained of darkness before unveiling the man's identity.

The man was…

Professor Severus Snape.

Harry's eyes tore open as sweat dripped down his forehead. He sat bolt upright, trying to comprehend the dream he just had…

Snape…

And sex…

In the same dream?

What the hell was wrong with him…?

How was he ever going to look Snape in the eye ever again?

There was one thing he knew for sure, he was so not getting back to sleep tonight…

And gods he hoped no one had heard him moan and scream out Snape's name…

He quickly glanced around the dorm, everyone was still asleep…

Good…

Relief slid over him, as he let his body fall back against the mattress.

"Potions… yey…" Ron rolled his eyes, the sarcasm rife in his voice as the three drew closer to the dreaded classroom. Harry didn't respond, keeping his gaze affixed to the floor in front of him. He felt students rush past him, the tip od their robes billowing out behind them. The sight proved only to remind him of the one man he was trying so desperately to forget.

"Harry." Hermione began, stopping the young wizard just before they reached the familiar door way.

"Are you alright? You seem a bit, well, out of sorts is all."

"Yeah I just didn't sleep last night, that's all." she gave him a doubtful gaze, but let him carry on without any further interrogation.

"Today you will be learning about Wolfebain and its many many uses." Snape's voice was devoid of enthusiasm as it drawled through the classroom. Harry tried to avoid making eye contact with the professor, it was a task that was proving to be quite the challenge. The raven haired boy pretended to take notes as a way of evading the professor's gaze, one that seemed to linger more so today than any other.

No.

Perhaps he was just being paranoid. He just needed to avoid Snape without looking like was deliberately not paying attention. Harry felt a rough shove at his side, watching as a piece of parchment fell on to the wooden desk in front of him. The nudge was from Ron but the note from Hermione. He carefully unfolded the note before running his eyes over the words.

Are you sure you're alright Harry?

He subtly slid his quill from his work book to the parchment.

Yeah just had a disturbing dream last night is all.

He folded the note back up, carefully passing the note to Ron, to pass back to Hermione.

It wasn't long before it was back on his desk.

About what? Was it about Voldemort?

Harry shook his head subconsciously at the note.

"What's that Potter? You disagree?" Snape's voice penetrated the otherwise silent room. The mere resonance of his words sent a shiver down his spine.

Oh great… the very person he was trying so desperately to avoid…

"Um no, sorry Professor." Harry replied, deliberately avoiding the professor's gaze.

"Your acting very peculiar today Potter." Snape began, making appoint of running his eyes up and down the young wizard's thin form.

"Actually taking notes?" He continued, taking a threateningly slow step towards Harry before stalling.

"Always." Harry replied before he'd really thought about it, discreetly sliding Hermione's note under his workbook.

"Always." Snape repeated, his voice retaining the same doubtful drawl that it never seemed absent of.

"Doubtful." The professor added before turning back to the black board.

"He's got you there." Ron sniggered next to him, not making any effort to lower his voice.

After a safe amount of time had gone past, Harry retrieved the note from under his workbook.

It wasn't about Voldemort it was about Snape.

He folded it up once more before passing to Ron, receiving it back only moment later.

Snape? What about Snape?

Harry thought carefully about whether he should divulge the nature of this particular dream to his friend…

She was his friend after all…

If she didn't understand who would?

I had a… sex dream about him.

He wrote back before passing it again to Ron, who seemed to suddenly decide that he didn't want to be left out of this private conversation any longer. His slender fingers impatiently tearing the parchment undone.

Oh no…

"You what?! Eww man that's disgusting that is… About Snape and all." Ron pulled a face to match his words, apparently forgetting he was still in the classroom and everyone else was silent.

Harry didn't need to glance around to know that the eyes of every other student in the class were upon him. He flinched before subconsciously sinking down in his seat.

"Shh Ron." Hermione silenced him, her words invariably late before quickly snatching the note from the red head's fingers. A snort left her lips as her eyes quickly ran over the unbelievable words on the parchment.

"What's this Granger?" Snape stated before quickly snatching the note from her fingers.

"Passing notes back and forth in my class are we?"

Panic gripped Harry as he fathomed the dire situation he was in.

He prayed with all his might that Snape wouldn't read the parchment, only he knew full well this was highly unlikely, make that impossible.

Ohmygod please don't please don't please don't.

Snape's eyes ran across the parchment.

Harry didn't realise how tightly he had been gripping the desk, until he felt one of his finger nails give way under the pressure.

"Interesting note." Snape stated slowly as his eyes turned to Harry, an almost smug expression formed on the professor's lips, like he had just struck gold.

"You will serve detention with me this evening." The professor continued, turning away from the three before heading back to the front of the class.

"All of us?" Ron interrupted, making no attempt to disguise his trepidation. Silence filled the room, Harry began to wonder if Snape had actually heard Ron's question.

"Just Harry." He responded slowly, not bothering to turn around.

Great…

Harry had difficulty concentrating in the rest of his classes as the dreaded detention with Professor Snape loomed over his head.

"Hermione what am I going to do!" Harry didn't bother to hide his panic as he sat next to the gifted witch at the dining hall table.

"You'll have to just see what he says I'm afraid, I mean it was a dream, it's out of your control really."

"The old git should be flattered someone thought about him that way, I bet no one has in years." Ron chimed up, remnants of fried chicken accompanied his words as they flew from his mouth.

"And what old git would that be, Mr Weasley?" Snape enunciated each word with a precision only he could master. Ron froze before dropping a sausage he was trying to shove down his throat. He panicked as it rolled off the table and onto the floor.

"Uh um ah…"

"Mr Filch Professor." Hermione came to the red head's rescue as Snape raised his eyebrow, knowing full well it wasn't Mr Filch.

His eyes darted to the boy who hadn't said a word.

"Don't forget detention Mr Potter."

"Yes Sir." The boy replied, how could be possibly forget…

Harry headed to the potions classroom, hovering by the doorway

Maybe he won't be there…

The raven haired boy peeked inside the classroom.

No one…

Brilliant!

"Mister Potter."

That voice…!

Harry instinctively glanced behind him, his eyes fell on Snape as he approached the door before averting his gaze to the floor.

This was going to be hell and he knew it.

"Take a seat Potter." Snape snarled slowly, not taking his off the boy at his mercy.

"I think you know why you're here." Snape began, his arms supporting him as he slowly leant over the boy's desk.

"Do you care mister Potter to explain this to me?" Snape looked down at the boy, a smile creeping onto his lips as he held the parchment within his fingers. Harry didn't know what to say, he thought the note was pretty self-explanatory.

"I had a dream… About you… Sir." Harry's fingers were under the desk, clawing at the wood as his nerves got the best of him.

"Yes… and what I wish to know Potter," the professor began before allowing the breath to escape his lungs. It was the first sign of hesitation Harry had ever witnessed in the man.

"Was this dream a reflection of… other feelings you may have towards me, or was it simply that… a dream?"

Harry's eyes widened as he struggled to summon words to his lips.

"I uh, I, don't know." The boy hesitated as he began to wonder why he didn't just say it was just a dream.

Maybe there was more to this than he cared to admit… There was that time Snape rescued him from Professor Quirrell when he cursed his broomstick…. Effectively saving his life… And he had covered for them randomly in the past with no apparent gain to himself. There was something about the man that did attract him, though he couldn't exactly put his finger on it… Snape's eyes narrowed before tossing the parchment onto the desk

"Is that a yes or a no Potter?"

Harry hung his head, unable to look at the man, hesitation clawing at his throat before deciding that being honest was probably for the best.

"It's a yes."

The silence in the room was deafening. Harry thought it would never end before he felt a hand on his chin, pulling it up towards the Professors gaze.

"Good." Snape whispered before seeing the confusion developing in the boy's eyes.

"Perhaps a demonstration… Is in order…" The professor's voice was like silk as he leaned toward the boy, pressing his lips against Harry's before feeling a hand snake around his head, drawing him closer. Harry couldn't believe how right this felt, how much he was actually enjoying this… who would of thought?

Harry's body began to act off its own accord as he suddenly wished the desk wasn't in the way. He pulled back, breaking the kiss before climbing on top of the wooden contraption.

Harry reclaimed the man's lips before instinctively undoing the buttons on his own shirt. He desperately needed this man inside of him but where did this need come from? Right now he didn't care…

The young wizard didn't stop until all the buttons were undone before tearing his shirt off. He exposed his bare chest to the professor before feeling the man's arms encircle him, embracing the raw flesh.

How far would Snape be prepared to go?

Maybe testing the waters is a good place to start?

Harry began to undo his trousers before pulling them down, exposing everything in the process. Snape's fingers wrapped hungrily around his erection, as if deprived of a primal necessity.

How'd he become so good at this?

Harry threw his head back in pleasure, forgetting he was still on the desk as he began to fall back. Snape forced his other hand behind the boy, catching his fall. Harry shot the man a grateful glance before his hormones seized control of his body once more.

"I want you." Harry whimpered, his words becoming a struggle as he ground his hips desperately against the professor.

"Inside me."

That was enough for Snape as he pulled away from the boy. Harry took the opportunity to get up before leaning over the desk.

"Please." Harry begged no longer caring about why he so desperately needed this. Snape summoned a nearby potion bottle before lathering the liquid on to his fingers. The Professor pressed his index finger against the boy's entrance before sliding it through the resistance.

"Are you sure about this Potter?" Snape whispered, his breath hot against the boy's ear.

It was a bit late to be asking that now.

"I never wanted anything more in my life."

Snape extracted his finger, undoing his trouser button before withdrawing his member. He slid more potion on his member before aligning it with the young wizard's opening. Harry bit back as he felt the man enter him, it was uncomfortable, there was no denying that. He resisted the pain, wanting nothing more than for the man to explore the depths of his body.

"Are you okay?" Snape whispered, the concern in his voice resonated with a sincerity he had never witnessed in the man.

"Yeah, keep going, the pain will go away soon." Harry whimpered before feeling Snape thrust in and out of him. The discomfort subsiding as waves of pleasure seized his body. He was close… So close… The moan's escaped him without his consent as he felt precum drip down his cock.

"Right if you'll come this way Cornelius." The voice was loud, abnormally loud, and distinctively Dumbledore's…

"Oh no." Harry mumbled, his eyes darting to the door as he prepared for his inevitably dire future. Snape withdrew from Harry as the footsteps drew closer before grasping the boy by the waist.

"Under my desk." He whispered before pulling Harry towards the wooden table and sliding him under it. Snape shoved his cock back in his trousers, quickly securing the button up just as the door handle began to open.

"Severus."

Harry felt his heart racing as he heard footsteps creep closer to the professor's desk. Being caught completely naked, with cum dripping out of his body, under professor Snape's desk by the minister for magic himself was not a good start towards his aspirations of being as an auror…. Besides, what about Snape? How much trouble would he get in?

A lot more he imagined…

"Cornelius." Snape stated slowly, acknowledging the man's presence, while trying to disguise the distain from seeping into his words. Snape couldn't mis the distinctive twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes, causing the professors heart rate to increase.

He knows…

"Now, Severus." Dumbledore began, the ever-present smile on his lips wavered slightly.

"Cornelius here, has asked to see your classroom, or more precisely should I say, to see if you have any Felix Felicis?"

"Unfortunately, no." Snape replied, wishing he had some for himself at that moment.

"Never the matter." Cornelius muttered as he took small steps around the room. Snape kept a careful eye on the minister as he wandered aimlessly around the classroom, his gaze falling on this and that. Snape got the feeling there was more to this visit than mere Felix Felicis. Cornelius turned his gaze to the floor before raising an eyebrow.

"What are these robes doing here?" The minister raised his voice in curiosity as a puzzled expression plastered his face.

Shit…

Harry's breathing hitched, keeping his eyes on Snape's legs as they refused to step away from his desk like a guardian angel.

"Robes?" Dumbledore questioned as he approached Cornelius before kneeling down to collect the garments in his fingers.

"Ah yes, perhaps a student left these here by mistake? I will see that they get them back." The headmaster chuckled before waving his wand at the garments, watching as they disappeared from his grasp. Harry panicked, the sudden realisation dawned on him that he was going to have to get from under Snape's desk, back to his dorm with absolutely nothing on… A feat deemed impossible without the invisibility cloak…

"Was there something else I could help you with minister?" Snape drawled, trying to hurry this unpleasant visit along.

"No, I think I've seen all there is to see here." He stated, his eyes still studying the endless bottles of potion ingredients as they lined the cluttered walls.

"Well then Cornelius, I trust you know your way back."

"You will not be joining me?"

"No, you see minister, I wish to speak with Severus about a, private matter."

Snape flinched.

"Very well." Cornelius nodded before heading for the door, closing it hesitantly behind him.

"You wished, to speak with me?" Snape tried to disguise the panic in his voice as he darted his eyes between the door, his desk and the man standing in front of him.

"Ah yes Severus." Dumbledore began, a knowing smile growing on his lips as he took another step closer to Snape.

"You see, I've just discovered a small problem and I'm not sure quite what to do about it."

Harry bit down, terrified as to where this was going as he subconsciously covered his bare flesh with his arms. Snape nodded slowly, encouraging the man to continue but dreading what he was about to unveil.

"You see, I've had this cough and I can't seem to shake it."

A sigh escaped Harry's lips as relief surged through his veins. His relief was short lived however, as he felt Snape's shoe gently kick his thigh, reminding him they weren't out of the woods just yet.

"You wouldn't have a potion for this now would you dear Severus?"

"Of course, headmaster."

Harry watched Snape's legs disappear from his view as the man sifted through a myriad of potion bottles, quickly locating the one he was after, before turning around to face the headmaster. Harry bit down as a new set of legs entered his view range, he slowed his breathing right down, praying the headmaster wouldn't peer under the desk. Why would he do that though? What reason would he have?

Snape flinched, his eyes widening as he realised Dumbledore was standing in the danger zone. He quickly paced toward the headmaster, before reclaiming the space next to him, subtly trying to drive him away from the desk.

"This should aid you headmaster." Snape tried to calm his racing heart as he handed the potion over.

"Thank you, my dear Severus." Dumbledore smiled, accepting the bottle before turning toward the door. "I must take my leave now, I fear I have interrupted something very… important."

Snape bit down on his lip as Harry's eyes widened.

"Have an enjoyable evening Severus." Dumbledore smiled before turning to the door.

"Oh, and, tell Harry his robes are on his bed."

A gasp escaped Harry's lips before feeling his head collide with the top of the desk.

"And to enjoy the moonlight stroll back to his dormitory." Dumbledore turned his head around, not making any effort to disguise his chuckle as he delivered a wink before heading out the door, leaving the aftermath behind him. Harry couldn't calm his racing heart as he heard the door click closed. He instantly felt Snape grab his arm and pull him out from under the desk.

Harry felt the man's hot lips against his ear.

"You're staying with me tonight."