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In the Cold, Cold Night	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 7231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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II.

The next night, Harry found himself awakened by another
nightmare, and the night after was the same thing. Warm milk didn't
help. Counting owls didn't help, either. The only thing that seemed
to lull him to sleep was fantasizing about the professor he most
loathed and most adored (it was a complicated relationship) in
varying states of undress. Once his fantasies fully exhausted him, he
was able to get an hour or two of rest before the nightmares began to
edge into his consciousness again.

At least, it had worked well for two nights in a row,
but his new nocturnal hobby failed him on the third. While the
masturbation eased some of the edginess of his nightmares, it did
little to lull him to sleep, and he found himself staring at the
canopy in a foul mood, counting creases in the tapestry, and trying
to will himself from consciousness over the various creaks and groans
of an the old house. It would be time to go back to Hogwarts soon,
and while he loved the school, it was the first year he wasn't sure
he felt up to it. He wasn't ready for the four poster bed and
listening to three other guys snore all night when all he could think
of was Voldemort, Cedric, and how badly he wanted to shag his potions
professor – in no particular order. In fact, more than
Cedric's death, more than his ongoing efforts not to die, shagging
Professor Snape until the man cried out in passion and he could no
longer feel his spine seemed to be the only thing his teenage mind
could process for the moment. And the shit of it was that there was
pretty much no way it would ever happen.

Harry threw his legs over the side of the bed. He was
seriously considering another try on the warm milk when he heard
footsteps. Whoever it was had just stopped in front of his bedroom
door. It was only for a moment, but it was long enough to pique
Harry's curiosity. He got up and hurried toward the sound, flinging
it open to find the object of his attentions standing a few paces
away. His pulse raced. His mouth went dry and his cock chose this
as the proper time to remember a recent fantasy involving a naked
Severus Snape and a few very creative uses of custard.

“Professor?” he asked.

“Potter,” Snape whispered so as not to
disturb the other people in the house.

“Is, uhm...something you needed, sir?”

“I intended to deliver a potion to help you
sleep,” Snape gestured toward a bottle he'd settled in front of
the door that the young man hadn't noticed. “Upon Dumbledore's
request. Given the hour, I presumed you were doing just that and
ought not wake you.”

Harry picked up the bottle and rested it on a small
table just inside the door. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but he
could easily imagine the way Snape's eyes lingered on his body as it
flexed to put the bottle down was something more than a clinical
study for signs of exhaustion. Maybe he was seeing things that
weren't there, but as his gaze wandered back up to meet the older
man's he felt his cock pressing out against his pants, and was too
randy to be embarrassed about whether or not Snape had noticed.

“Merlin, I want you.” He hadn't meant to say
that aloud, but he had obviously slipped, because he was rewarded
with a shocked and slightly accosted expression from his Professor.
Having ousted himself, the teen did the only Gryffindor thing he
could: he grabbed Snape's wrist, crushed their lips together, and
shoved his tongue into the older man's mouth before Snape had a
chance to close it. He clumsily licked and sucked every bit of
tongue and teeth he could get at as he grabbed the man's tight bum
and pressed his hard cock into Snape's slender thigh.

Harry had hardly ever kissed before, and he'd certainly
never shagged anyone, but he wanted both from this man, and he wanted
them now. He rocked his hips against Snape's thigh (God! That
felt good!) to convey his urgency.

That's when the most amazing thing happened. Snape
cupped his cheek and kissed back. He tilted the teen's chin up and
slowed the manic, slobbery kiss into one far more pleasant for both
of them. Harry was glad to let Snape take the lead, and didn't
realize the way the man used his mouth to muffle Harry's moans as he
slid his free hand into the boy's pants. He had barely touched
Harry's erection when the boy shuddered and came in his palm.

Snape pulled the sticky digits out and, watching Harry
carefully, very slowly and deliberately licked away all evidence of
Harry's premature ejaculation.

Harry found himself breathless and embarrassed, but also
very turned on by the man's tongue cleaning up the mess he'd made.

“Goodnight, Potter,” Severus said.

“W-wait!” Harry stumbled in a harsh whisper,
grabbing Snape's wrist. “I – I can do more. Lots more.”
And oh, how he wanted to.

“Potter...” Severus warned. The boy was
delectable, but a kiss and a stray touch to get him off and get him
back to bed, while morally questionable, was a far cry from taking
advantage of a fifteen year old boy's libido in the middle of the
night when no one is there to stop you.

Harry could tell this is where the dalliance would end
if he didn't do something drastic, so he pulled off his oversized
t-shirt and tossed it into the room, taking two careful steps into
the hall. Severus took one longer step back to maintain a
respectable distance from the half-naked boy, hissing 'Potter!' under
his breath again. Harry ignored the chastising tone and removed his
pants, throwing them back through the open door as well, leaving him
completely bare-arsed in the hallway. He never wore undershorts to
bed.

“Professor,” he said. “I want to do
more with you. I want to taste your prick. I want to feel it up my
arse. I want you to deposit your cum in my rectum. And...and I want
to return the favor, if you'll let me. Then, if it's physically, or
magically, possible, I want to start from the top and do it all over
again.” He dropped to his knees in front of Snape, who found
further backward motion hampered by the banister railing connecting
soundly with his buttocks. His cock throbbed inside of his pants for
want of the boy and he did not think highly of his will to resist in
this particular situation.

Harry lifted a hand and squeezed his professor's
package. He was pleased to find it quite hard and heavy in his hand.
“You've no idea how I fantasize about you, Professor,”
he whispered. It's not just wanking. I shove stuff up my arsehole
too. Fingers, my wand...”

“Potter,” Snape hissed. “That is a
highly inappropriate use of a wand!” He was careful to keep his
voice low in his agitation. If anyone woke up and found them like
this, he would be the party at fault even if Harry was the one
seducing him, rather than the other way around.

“I know, but I'm not old enough to buy a dildo, so
I have to use whatever I can get my hands on. Come on,
Professor. Spend the night with me. I'll be glad to pull your
trousers down and suck you right here, but if anyone hears us, you'll
be the one who gets in trouble. I'm only a child, after all.”

Those words spilling from that devilish little mouth,
the hand rubbing him through his pants – these were very much
not the actions of a child. And he wanted the boy – he
wanted to spend the night debauching him, stealing every last drop of
innocence he had. He, for once, wanted to let Harry have his way and
no amount of cool logic was coming to his aid in denying his baser
desires. “Get up,” he whispered. “I will stay a
few hours, but I absolutely must be gone before dawn.”
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