He felt the feather like touches across his face and the sweet meaningless whispers purred into his ear were like gasoline to the fire. He moaned against the talented mouth and the tongue that was determined to make love to his mouth. Any thoughts he had flew out of his mind and he pulled away amazed.
"What is it?" a voice asked.
"You…you taste like…sin," he whispered.
"But I kiss like an angel so why does it matter?" the voice whispered and resumed devouring his mouth.
Harry gasped as he awoke, and sat up with a start. It was like silky strands of darkness reaching out to grab the edges of his consciousness every time he shut his eyes. Each night the dreams haunted him, teasing him slowly until he could take no more and woke up. Each night was the same, he would wake with sweat soaked sheets that pooled around his waist and he would never be satiated. At first, he thought nothing of them. He was a teen-aged boy with hormones, but each night they became worse. He had to place silencing charms around his bed each night in case he moaned the name of his mysterious lover. The dreams were interfering with his life. He couldn't concentrate, he couldn't sleep, he was losing weight, and there were dark circles forming around his eyes. It was sick, and Harry was ready for it to end. He pulled open his curtains and groaned. He was late yet again, and he had already missed Transfiguration.
'Not that I need to hear any more predictions about my death,' he thought. He threw on his robes and grabbed his books before he rushed to the Potions classroom.
"Late, Mr. Potter, five points from Gryffindor. Take a seat," Snape hissed.
'What did I do to deserve this?' Harry asked silently as he sunk into his seat and slouched until his chin was almost touching the top of the desk. Ron looked at him concerned, and Hermione glanced at him from the seat in front of him. Then her gaze focused on him, particularly on his neck.
"You have a hickey! Harry are you," Hermione began.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Ms. Granger. I'm surprised that the perfect head girl is breaking the rules, but then again what should I expect from a Gryffindor?" Snape said before turning back to the board as he wrote up ingredients.
Hermione slumped dejectedly in her seat with anger in her eyes. Harry leaned his arms on the desk and cradled his head in his hands. 'God, why won't this pounding go away?' He thought to himself. The rest of potions passed quickly. It resulted in, of course, more points deducted from Gryffindor, as Neville's potion exploded and covered those around him in green slime. Some how the defects in the Slytherin's potions were simply not noticed, and Harry laughed as Hermione's burning rage.
"Wouldn't I just love to," she began as Snape happened to glide by their desks.
"What was that Ms. Granger?"
"Nothing sir," Hermione said, gnawing on her lower lip.
"I'm quite sure I did hear you say something," Snape said, his voice malicious.
"Wouldn't I just love to make this potion again," she said.
"Of course Ms. Granger, but ten points from Gryffindor for lying," Snape said smugly and Hermione simply gave a sweet smile.
As it was time to go, Snape called out to Harry.
"Mr. Potter, I need you to stay after class," Snape said.
Ron gave him sympathetic look, while Hermione gave Snape a deathly glare. The Slytherins snickered as they left.
"We'll see you in a bit, Harry. Don't let the git get to you," Ron said, and Harry nodded slightly. Hermione leaned into Ron to whisper into his ear as they walked out the classroom. From the way Ron blushed he was sure it something rather rude directed at Snape. They both passed a concerned look at Harry and Harry looked away. He walked up to Snape's desk and looked at him questioningly.
"Mr. Potter, normally I don't interfere in students' lives, but I find it increasingly difficult not to do so. After all there are so many detentions that I can give you. You can't concentrate, you look exhausted, and you've been late to my class repeatedly. Care to enlighten me, Mr. Potter?" Snape scowled at him as he said this.
"These dreams… I mean I'm having these dreams," he whispered.
"Very well, Mr. Potter. I'll let you be, but drink this before you go to bed. Come to me again if it doesn't have any effect," Snape said effectively cutting off Harry's stammering.
Snape handed Harry a tiny vial filled with a light bluish gray potion. Harry held the vial up to his face and examined the contents. Written across the surface in Snape's slanted scrawl was Dreamless Sleep.
"Thank you sir," Harry said.
"Think nothing of it, Mr. Potter. I can't have my students detached and looking like zombies in class. Sooner or later your condition would cause you to, as I put it bluntly, screw up on your potions. I will not be responsible for your stupidity in letting these dreams overtake your life. Now leave my sight, Mr. Potter. I'm sure your friends are waiting to coddle you after your disastrous talk with me," Snape said with his own private smile of amusement.
Harry rushed out of the classroom, and to his bed. It was ridiculous; all he wanted to do was sleep. He decided to skip dinner and he slid out of his robes. He walked towards the bathroom and examined himself in the mirror. There was a livid bruise on his neck and there were bites all over his body. He shuddered as he exited the bathroom. He drank the potion as he slipped into bed. He muttered a silencing spell to be safe and he felt the potion take effect.
He felt the feather like touches across his face and the sweet promises purred into his ear were like gasoline to the fire. He moaned and felt thoughts of déjà vu prod briefly at his mind, but he pushed them away.
"How…the potion," he trailed.
He felt a chuckle against his neck.
"You want me to be here. You called me here, so I am here. No potion will stop me from coming to you, my precious angel. You look so beautiful, you know…with your ebony hair around your face like a halo, your pink lips, the flush across your cheeks, caught up in this ecstasy. I'm like a drug, darling, you're addicted. I'm delicious as sin. You've gotten a taste, and, now, you want more, finish what you started," the voice continued and Harry struggled, but it was to no avail.
His mouth was captured again. He cried out as the mouth pulled away and then returned, letting him fall into a world of gratifying pleasure.
Harry awoke sweating again and almost in pain. He grabbed his glasses and threw open his curtains. He grabbed the robes he had worn in the morning and rushed towards the dungeons. The fat lady gave him a rude look as he flew past her. He rammed loudly on Snape's door. A peeved looking Snape answered the door. His hair stood up slightly and Harry would have laughed if he weren't so alarmed.
"Mr. Potter, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Snape said acidly.
"It didn't work!"
"I…I think I must be going insane! That' s the only explanation! These dreams…I can't do anything! I don't want to sleep again, it's too much!" he cried.
Snape laid a hand on his shoulder and Harry looked up startled. Snape propelled Harry inside his rooms and Harry glanced around. It was quite different than what he would have expected. The sitting area was decorated in Slytherin colors and bookshelves lined the wall. It was rather…homey.
"What did you expect Mr. Potter? A black room with some spider webs perhaps?" Snape questioned effectively reading Harry's mind.
"I… no, professor. Please, call me Harry," Harry said, with no clever responses to give.
"Very well…Harry. I need to know what your dreams are about," Snape said softly.
"I… It's kind of embarrassing," Harry said as his cheeks flushed.
"Mr. Po-Harry, I need to know so I can help you."
'I can't believe that I'm telling Snape about my dreams,' thought Harry sighing, and he resigned himself to his fate.
"There is someone, I can't tell who a guy or a girl… but, uh, they're… seducing me."
"Mr. Potter these are typical teen," Snape began as he snorted in amusement.
"No! You don't understand no one can! It's not typical because I don't want them! I'm not some sex-crazed teenager these are driving me insane. I can't focus! Can't you see this!?" he yelled as he tugged his robes across his neck to reveal a livid bruise. "I can't tell what's real and what's not. I thought it was a dream, now I don't know… I just… I don't know anything anymore," he trailed of as he saw Snape rise and walk into another room. He returned with two small vials.
"Take these before you go to bed and see if the have an effect. These must be some…dreams if Dreamless Sleep has no effect on them. Come back if they don' t work, preferably not in the middle of the night Mr. Potter. Return to the Gryffindor tower," Snape said shortly and moved to open the door for Harry.
"Thank you," Harry said as he trudged out of Snape's chamber.
"Mr. Potter…no need to be so glum it's not a death sentence," Snape said, and Harry snorted.
'Might as well be,' Harry thought as he walked back to the Gryffindor Tower. 'Who am I kidding I just spent time with Snape it must be some sort of torture,' he thought after a few moments. He lifted the vials, and shook the contents around carefully. A look of disdain passed across his face as he saw gray matter settle at the bottom of a vial. 'I wouldn't be surprised if Snape was trying to poison me,' he thought as he ended through the portrait of the fat lady.
Once he got back to his room, he tugged the think curtains closed around his bed, and whispered another silencing spell. He lay in bed and stared aimlessly above him. In the back of his mind he willed himself to never sleep again, but the other part of his mind, the seemingly saner one, chiding him that he needed rest. He took the two potions and slid under the covers. Sleep finally did come, but it wasn't the peaceful slumber he had hoped for.
"Silly boy, I told you potions wouldn't help. You want me to be here, I can't leave until you let me go," the voice chided.
"How do I let you go?"
"You don't," the voice said, as if it had just solved all of Harry's problems.
He felt it as hands slid around his waist and he was pulled up against a hard male chest.
"You're…a guy," Harry said.
"This isn't about gender, Harry, it' s about passion. I can give you pleasure like no one else can, and you want me to. I know you can feel it," the boy purred as he slid his hands downward and Harry gasped. The boy leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Harry' s. He prodded his mouth with his tongue, and he trailed downward and sucked gently on his neck.
"Finish what you started Harry…give in," he murmured against his neck and moved on.
"Let me touch you…let me please you," he whispered as he tugged at Harry's boxers… Harry let himself go, and he simply… gave in.
"That's it...Harry give in to me," the boy whispered as he pulled away.
"No please," Harry begged.
"Shhh! I'll take care you," he whispered as he returned to the task at hand. Harry arched up into the touch.
"Tom," he whispered.