Dreams No Mortal Ever Dreamed Before

We are getting closer to the good stuff. Another chapter just because I can, and I want to. Enjoy and tell me what you think, will you?


21. Analysing my life


Outside he peeked around him for the first time, having been much too frustrated when they arrived. The place looked a little run down with tapestry peeling from the walls and the carpets showed little scorched patches.


Slowly he descended the stairs hearing voices from to his left and he could make out a warm shimmer through one of the doors. Bracing his shoulders he carefully pushed open the door and peered inside.


It was obviously the kitchen and around one massive table sat a bunch of people enjoying their dinner. The first one to notice him was Mrs Weasley.


“Harry, my dear- sit down and have something to eat.” She steered him to a vacant chair, pushed him down and placed a plate in front of him. “Don't they feed you at school, you are much too skinny dear.”


Suddenly shy Harry kept his eyes on the table trying to bring up the courage to look at the people he once considered friends.


Hermione sat on one side and she carefully smiled at him.


'They are worried you are going to throw unforgivables at them any minute,' Harry thought.


“Do you want some pumpkin juice?” she offered and when Harry nodded she poured him a glass.


Across the table sat Ron who did not seem too worried about Harry's antics this afternoon just flashing his friend a grin shovelling the food into his mouth.


Remus just smiled at him warmly and Mr Weasley pushed a plate with cheese cake in front of him.


“You have to try the cake Harry, it is excellent.”


Tonks was nowhere to be seen but then door opened and the young auror walked in. When she saw Harry she smiled.


“Are you feeling better?” she asked as she sat down next to Ron to start her dinner.


Not comfortable with the fact that he had company Harry leaned a little over the table.


“I am sorry for throwing an unforgivable at you...” he started but Tonks surprised him with another smile.


“I had my share of the cruciatus curse Harry and there is no permanent harm done. However the way you put down Fudge was great, he deserved every word you said.”


Baffled Harry stared at her.


“He had it so coming,” Fred agreed.


“That bumbling fool,” George added with a devilish grin.


Mr Weasley looked up from his plate and smiled.


“I cannot say I feel particularly sorry for him and I guess we won't see him for a while.”


The rest of supper was passed quietly and Harry wondered where Snape was. Afterwards the grown ups reclined to the big living room and most of the younger ones decided to play a game of spin the bottle, so Harry used the opportunity to look for Snape.


He found him on the patio, kept warm with a blanket staring into the dark back yard not aware of his company. Slowly Harry walked over and finally Snape looked up.


“Potter...”


Harry sat down next to Snape who shared his blanket with him, Harry leaning against him.


“You are brooding,” Harry stated.


“I do not brood, Potter,” Snape said, “I analyse my life.”


The wind was cold and the patio did not really offer much shelter so Harry fidgeted a little until Snape put his right arm around his shoulders, pulling Harry closer, the body warmth comfortable.


“What do you analyse then?” Harry asked his voice muffled by Snape's coat.


Snape did not answer right away but Harry was patient, aware that the elder wizard hated it when he was pushed.


“Did you ever have a girlfriend?” Snape finally asked.


Harry sighed. “No.”


“Why not?”


“It just never worked,” Harry answered wondering where this would lead.


“I see.” For a while Snape was silent. “I assume that you never had an intimate relationship then?”


Now Harry looked up but on Snape's face was no smugness.


“I kissed,” he finally admitted, “but other than that....”


“Were you planing to be intimate with someone in the next weeks?”


“I never thought about it,” Harry answered eventually. “Why are you interested in that?”


“Because without this calling you would have never considered to have sex not to mention with me. The headmaster seems to be convinced that there will be an attack soon and he is just as much convinced that without the benefit of our magic uniting, you have less chance to succeed in killing that monster. However I see no reason pressuring you into such an intimate relationship when you would not have even considered having sex without the calling.”


“So you analyse if it is morally right to have sex with me?” Harry asked and snorted. “You seem to be the only one with such scruples.”


“I am aware of that. I am not especially handsome, have a nasty temper and will never amount to much in my life. This war took enough from you without forcing you to have sex with me of all people.”


Floored Harry stared at Snape, his black eyes flickering above him.


“You think it is a sacrifice on my part to fuck you?” When Snape nodded mutely Harry sighed and took the man's hand to brush it over his erection. “I have been horny since the start of this school year and you saw what happened when I am sexually frustrated.”


When Snape did not appear convinced Harry pulled on his sleeve to get his attention.


“Fine, let's turn this around. I am not especially handsome myself, much to skinny and messy hair that nothing magic or muggle could ever tame. I come with a lot of baggage myself one of them the fact that I do not know if I will survive this war. And I am volatile, you saw what happened when I am pissed.”


He held Snape's gaze until the man looked down for a moment.


“That is true but that is also the reason why nobody irks me the way you do.”


Harry chuckled softly. “Like a tornado and a volcano?”


“Something like that.”


“When the twins were over a couple of days ago, we had an interesting talk. About you and Bill Weasley.” Harry could not help that he sounded a bit miffed.


Snape snorted, “Is that jealousy in your voice?”


“Of course not,” Harry said quickly. “But judging from what Bill told his brothers, you are a good fuck. Big and skilled.”


Snape's eyes narrowed slightly. “I will discuss this with the Weasley twins at another time.”


Harry continued despite Snape's beginning irritation.


“And considering that this might be the only chance I have of being fucked- well I do not want to die a virgin.” There was silence for a moment. “And I am horny.” Harry finally added.


“Do you want me to jump you right here!” Snape asked irritated.


Harry considered that. “No, I'd rather use a bed and a little intimacy.” When he saw Snape's expression he relented. “Hey, I am not talking about candles and rose leaves just a room where we are alone and a comfortable bed.”


“Any more demands? Maybe some handcuffs?” Snape sounded cynical but Harry ignored it.


“Not the first time, but if I survive this war we can take a note for later.”


Snape grunted but did not say anything else for a long time.


“We will have to do with a bedroom upstairs and the beds are not very comfortable.”


“Is that a date?” Harry asked his cock twitching with the prospect of being fucked.


Snape let go of Harry's shoulders and rose to his feet taking the blanket with him.


“Meet me upstairs in one hour! Oh and take a shower please.” With that he spun around and disappeared into the house.