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Unintentional Wet Dreams	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 16972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cold. So fucking cold.

The freezing water – that was supposed to be April warm, but was winter manipulated instead - engulfed Harry´s already shivering body, and swirled him around like he was a feather, and the Gryffindor struggled hard against the water forcing its way into his stomach.

He was going to drown.

Harry had never learned how to swim at the Dursleys, since he wasn´t allowed to leave the house at all by his relatives, and later on by The Order. And the Black Lake at Hogwarts hardly seemed inviting after the Triwizard Tournament, in which Harry had only been able to swim in in the first place, because of the Gillyweed. It must have had other properties besides giving Harry the ability to breathe underwater, Harry had on pondered upon later.

Harry didn´t know how long it took before he blacked out.

Minutes must have passed by, where pain that burned deep within his lungs threatened to burst them open and flood his entire body. A few times he managed to come back up to the surface of what must have been a stream or a lake?

Whatever; that was hardly important to Harry right now.

Of course, one should probably know in which kind of waters one was about to drown. Harry settled for ´salty waters´ after having swallowed quite a few mouthfuls of it.

He was going to die and fail the mission Dumbledore had given him about destroying the Horcruxes. Well, Ron and Hermione could do that, since they knew about it also.

He was going to die and let Voldemort live. Well, he never did understand why it had to be him. Surely someone else could off the snake-bastard, once his two best friends were done hunting down the dark objects.

He was going to die, and see his parents for the first time and remember them.

And Sirius too.

Harry stopped fighting against what he already knew was coming, and blackness was overwhelming him.

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Pain. Excruciating lung tearing, mind-numbing pain.

With every story, Harry had ever heard about death, muggle and magical, not one single one of them had ever involved anything resembling pain.

Either you went to Heaven, which was supposed to be peaceful and carefree.

Or you could go to Hell, which was hot and horrible, but surely, he had never heard of it to be painful, not like this anyway.

That was the whole idea about dying, wasn´t it? That you couldn´t feel anymore. You were just there. Existing on another level of spirits.

At least, that was what Harry had been foolish enough to believe, anyway.

Harry hacked and coughed and spluttered. Water was escaping his body, one small and very painful portion at the time while something was crushing his already broken ribs to bits.

He wanted to yell, but he was too busy trying to breathe through it.

Breathe. He wasn´t supposed to be able to do that when he was dead either.
He sucked hard and tried to inhale more and sucked again, and then he finally managed to get some air into his lungs.

“Stupid, reckless piece of Gryffindor shite,” Harry heard someone cursing worse than a sailor not used to civilization and proper conversations. He wanted to snort, because Dudley was no sailor, and he cursed worse than this. When his parents weren´t around, of course.

Harry blinked his eyes open, because he could do that now. And found his vision blurred for the second time this week after waking up with pain all over his body. “Get up, Potter.” Snape spat. Oh, Snape.

Fuck. Harry scrambled to get away, not wanting to hurt the man further but his arm was grasped firmly. “I´m not in the mood for your fucking childish acts, get the fuck up, NOW POTTER!” He yelled and helped Harry stand on wobbly legs.

Then the cold hit him. “God.” It was so bloody cold, and still snowing, he could hardly see anything ahead of him, but apparently, Snape could, because he was pulled on and on and on. Until, finally, they reached their cottage again.

Harry would have snorted, because there was nothing that was ´theirs´, was there? He was pushed roughly inside by Snape and the door closed with a loud smack that startled the Gryffindor. “Undress!” His potions professor barked at him.

Harry found his glasses on his face, once more handed over by Snape, and flushed when seeing his professor quickly getting naked. “Take off your bloody clothes, Potter. I did not risk my life for you to kill me with pneumonia. Or yourself by drowning!”

Oh, right! Harry turned away from Snape and with shaking hands he took off his robes and shirt, and let them drop to the floor. Snape had been quicker than Harry, because he had gone to fetch their blankets to wrap around them.

Again with ´their´. Well, it would be while they were here together. Harry´s hands shook so violently when reaching for his pants, that he couldn´t remove them. He was mortified when Snape knelt in front of him and harshly yanked them down, and if he had looked up, Harry´s dick would be right in his fucking face.

In spite of the cold, and it being Snape, Harry felt himself responding, because suddenly he could remember the tight heat that had surrounded his cock that morning.

Oh god, no!

Snape removed Harry´s socks and ignored the half-hard member saluting him, then got up to hang their wet clothes by the fire, for a second time this week. “If we die from this, Potter,” He said and threw Harry´s blanket at him so he could cover himself up, “I´m going to hunt you down, for all eternity.” And then he went to sit in front of the fire blazing there, and began to rub his leg in the green stuff once more.

Fuck. Harry had forced Snape to waste precious potion ingredients by having to jump into the water and get him out. Which Snape hadn´t hesitated to do, at all. And he was still bloody injured with his bad leg. Harry was fucking selfish!

Snape had saved Harry. Again.

“Get in the damn shower Potter and get warm.” When Harry didn´t more a ´NOW` was snapped at him, and got the Gryffindor into moving gear. He almost dropped the blanked too.

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“Eat.” Snape ordered Harry as soon as he entered the living room again after the hot shower. Gods, they were so blessed that they had running water, let alone hot. The muggles that used to live here mustn´t have moved away too long ago, Harry figured.

Harry sat down without complaining and tried to breathe slowly so his ribs hurt less. It wasn´t working, but at least he was breathing still.

Snape had made him porridge and Harry found himself finishing the serving faster than he would normally have. He was quite hungry. A small burp escaped him, surprising him so much he startled glanced around, as if waiting to be reprimanded for his lack of manners.

Snape wasn´t here.

Harry shrugged and went to do the dishes. And though about how horrible a person he was. Who the hell rapes someone in their damn sleep? He shuddered. He did, apparently. He gripped plate roughly and dried it off, then washed his bowl too, and his glass, even though it had only contained water.

When nothing was stopping him from doing more Harry walked slowly to the bedroom, he knew Snape would be in there, because nobody naked would go out into the snow. He sighed and pushed the door open, he was tired and wanted to sleep. It had been truly exhausting struggling in the water.

Harry wanted to thank Snape, but it would have to wait until later it would seem, because as soon as Harry entered the bedroom, he found it empty. Harry had to pee badly. He fidgeted, knowing he would have to knock and asked the other man when he would be finished. Of course, he could go outside to pee.

Then, Snape would definitely kill him, if he was exposing himself to more chances to become ill.

Rounding up his Gryffindor courage Harry knocked on the door firmly. Nobody answered him, so he repeated the action. When there was still no answer Harry spoke, “Professor, can I –.“ he swallowed, “I need to use the loo, badly.”

Still no answer, so Harry pushed his ear to the door and could hear running water. Snape was either showering or drowning himself. The last option wasn´t really an option to Harry. Snape didn´t seem like a suicide-kind-of-bloke.

He pushed the door open to get ready to be yelled at, but he really, really needed to take a piss.

Until he looked inside and was met with the sight he had never expected to see in his life. And his cock forgot all about needing to urinate and instead filled with blood.

He was hard in less than two seconds from the sight of Severus Snape wanking in the shower.

Harry gulped and pulled the blanket closer around himself to hide his sudden predicament, should Snape look his way. Snape´s hair was soaked and much longer than Harry had though it would be. Maybe, because he hadn´t really bothered to look in the first place. His body was long and lean, and much more muscled than Harry would have believed. Not that he had ever really given that any thought, either.

His back had scars, but that was to be expected when being a spy for as long as he had been, obviously. What made Harry´s breath hitch was seeing Snape´s round arse. Fuck, but Snape´s arse made Harry´s dick twitch.

It was just because Harry knew how it had felt when milking his dick dry, that´s all it was. Sure, Harry had apparently, a thing for men too, if his dreams were anything to go by, but there was a long way from that and to wanting to stick his throbbing cock willingly into Snape´s hole. Again.

Harry almost moaned when Snape did. Harry knew he should leave, he really did, but he was glued to this spot. He wanted to watch the always collected man come apart. He wanted to see his spurt out his come all over the hand that was working it frantically while the other hand was twisting his nipple.

Oh, Merlin.

Harry bit his bottom lip, hard, from keeping his own noises in, so Snape wouldn´t stop. Harry wanted to kneel in front of him and -. No way! Stop that right now, Harry, you´re insane. The water must have drowned your brain cells.

Snape hissed and Harry watched as semen splattered the wall and mixed with the water before it was washed away. Snape´s hands both leaned on the wall now as the man came down from his high. Harry had to lean back if he wasn´t going to fall over on weak knees. “Potter!” Harry startled and turned away from his professor.

“S-sorry, I had to use the loo.” He blinked away the arousal easily when being caught like this. Not only did he rape the man this morning, but he also managed to peep while he took care of his natural needs.

The Dursleys were right, Harry was a damn freak!

“Well, get on with it, Potter, then get the fuck out!” Harry bristled and went to the toilet to urinate. He was a guy, they were used to doing it beside other men anyway.

Thank god Snape didn´t know Harry had been watching him, or he might not have cared to rescue him next time. Harry shuddered and by reflex tried to tug himself in, which he couldn’t due the lack of pants, and instead went to wash his hands before going to bed for a nap.

Harry hoped that the snowing would stop soon, so they could leave and re-join the Order, because at the rate Harry was going, he was bound to get into trouble soon again.
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