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Perchance to Dream	By : Ataraxia Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 6300 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“I feel like a pervert.” Severus sighed deeply and pressed his fingers against his closed eyelids, causing strange patterns to appear in his vision when he opened his eyes again. “Honestly, Albus, the mind of a seventeen year old boy is ripe with all kinds of...filth.”

The headmaster chuckled softly from where he was seated in his office, across the desk from Severus. “Surely the boy has more on his mind than sex?” he asked, popping a chocolate frog into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully.

“Sex, quidditch, food, sex, sex, quidditch and the occasional dream about slaying dragons. Often, some of these things are combined. It’s rather disturbing, actually.” A week had passed since Snape had been able to find another piece of Harry’s soul in between. He was exhausted, as the sleep state he entered every night was not restful in the slightest.

~*~*~

“Does the book need some editing? Or have you forgotten that you are to write on parchment, and not in your text?”

His own voice filled his ears as Severus once again fought the disorientation of finding himself in a dream. He appeared to be an observer this time, a ghostly presence standing in the corner of the room and simply taking in the memory.

Potter’s memory.

The boy in question was sitting at his usual desk, doodling dreamily in the margins of his potions text. The Professor Snape in the memory had silently glided across the classroom, to where he now stood in front of Potter, startling him into slamming his book shut in alarm.

Observer Severus smirked to himself; he was always good at sneaking up on the brat.

Potter’s face burned red with embarrassment, and Severus watched bemusedly as his memory-self sneered down at the youth.

“Well, Potter?” the professor asked, coolly.

“I, uhh-“ Harry swallowed hard in an attempt to regain composure, “I was just making a note to cut the Gillyweed length-wise, not cross-wise.”

The Professor raised a sceptical eyebrow, “Gillyweed is always cut length-wise, Potter. There is nothing different about its preparation in this potion than in any other; why would you need to make note of that?”

Potter grinned ruefully, “Because I’m rubbish at Potions, Sir.”

Professor Snape paused for a moment before conceding the point, “Indeed. As you purchased the textbook and it is technically your property, I cannot punish you for vandalism-“

Potter released the breath neither of them had been aware he’d been holding.

“-however,” the professor continued, “Perhaps if you feel your skills are not up to par, you should be seeking extra help. Detention for one week, Potter.” In a swirl of billowing robes, the professor stalked back up to front of the classroom and settled the now-unruly students with a menacing sneer. Thirty pairs of eyes immediately shot down to their texts as thirty mouths snapped shut.

Observer-Severus allowed himself to swell with pride as he watched the memory of himself in such utter control of his dunderheaded charges. Scanning the room, he watched as every student but one began preparing their ingredients.

Potter’s gaze was not on his cauldron, but back on the margin of his text that he had cautiously opened a moment before. His hands dipped back into a pot of ink and he laid the tip of his quill to the page, his hand moving in quick, sketching strokes that did not appear to have the fluidity of writing.

Curious, Observer-Severus crossed the room and stood, invisibly, over the boy’s shoulder to examine his work.

He gasped as he examined the sketch, recoiling in something that may have been horror, or may have simply been surprise.

There, sketched on the margin of the page, was the distinctive hooked nose and long, black hair of Severus himself.

He’d seen many a hand-drawn image of himself over the years. Usually, it was a vile caricature over-emphasizing his already prominent features and depicting him in a lewd act with another staff member, himself, or even (on more than one occasion) one of Hagrid’s creatures.

This image was different.

Severus peered at the drawing in something akin to wonder. The image was hardly unflattering. As he watched, Harry added detail to his careful rendering, his boyish hands moving across the page confidently. His quill scratched the parchment softly, adding depth to the silky-looking hair he’d drawn on the image. The picture of Severus seemed to stand tall, with shoulders set back. Deep black eyes peered around a nose that, although large, seemed masculine and almost handsome. Harry had captured him down to every last detail, including a darkening on his fingers from years of brewing potions.

Smiling to himself, Harry put down his quill and picked up his wand, tapping the page and muttering a quick animation spell under his breath.

The image of Severus turned towards the boy, his hand-drawn robes billowing around him gracefully as he graced his creator with a smirk that, if pressed, Severus would have had to admit looked more like a smile.

Potter blushed, and quickly scanned the room to see if anyone was watching. Satisfied that his classmates and professor were all otherwise occupied, the boy traced his fingers over the lips of the drawn character.

Severus stared.

The boy’s mind truly must be beyond saving.

~*~*~

The disturbing scene in his potions classroom appeared to have yielded a sliver of Potter’s soul, but unlike last time, Severus was not being drawn back into reality right away.

Instead, he strode through between ensconced in the irritating, purple sparkling light of Potter’s soul. Scowling at his iridescent hands in distaste, Severus was caught by surprise when Lily appeared from the mist and dragged him through some blue flames that appeared out of nowhere to engulf them.

Whipping out his wand (which he was startled to have, actually) Severus spun around only to realize his abductor had disappeared as quickly as she had come.

He took a moment to take in his new surroundings. The smell of earth and moist vegetation filled his prominent nose as he recognized the rows of worn workbenches and flower boxes that furnished Hogwarts’ Greenhouse Number Three.

A bloated, orange harvest moon hung heavily in the night sky, casting eerie light through the glass walls and ceiling.   Severus slowly walked down the aisle, checking the twisted shadows for any kind of danger, or any clue as to what event he was about to witness.

As he rounded the long workbench and proceeded to make his way down the other wise of the aisle, a gnarled branch from a Whomping Willow sapling reached out and snagged his tie. Snatching the piece of fabric hastily, Severus took an alarmed step back and found himself stumbling directly into one Lucius Malfoy.

“Fancy meeting you here, Severus,” the blonde drawled, a lazy smile gracing his lips.

Severus froze, the remnants of his tie still clutched in his hand.

His tie.

His green and silver Slytherin house tie.

Looking up once again at Lucius, Severus realized that the face he was seeing was one he had not seen for quite some time. Lucius’ hair was short and glossy, the front tendrils not quite long enough to be secured by the black ribbon tied at the nape of his neck. His face was chiselled and masculine, and was yet to be marred by the lines that would grace his masculine features later in life. His body, clad in form-fitting robes, was that of a man in his prime.

If Severus was correct, the Lucius Malfoy standing in front of him was approximately twenty-three years old.

Which would make Severus himself, seventeen.

“Oh god,” he whispered in alarm.

Lucius smirked, rubbing his well-manicured nails on his sleeve absently, “’God’ might be a bit strong, but ‘Lord’ is certainly acceptable if you wish to address me as such.”

Severus’ pulse quickened in- what? Anxiety? Fear?

Arousal?

He took a deep breath, silently begging the seventeen-year old body he was currently occupying to stop reacting the way a seventeen-year old body would when confronted with the object of its desire.   Against his wishes, he felt his trousers tighten uncomfortably as perspiration began to gather under his arms.

It was all too familiar. This seduction had been his undoing. This one moment of weakness in the hands of a young Death Eater had ultimately set him on the path that would haunt him the rest of his life.

The soft moonlight glinted of Malfoy’s platinum hair as he took a step closer to his prey.

“I’m glad you decided to join me, Severus,” he purred, seductively, “I trust you’ve had time to consider my... proposition?”

The double entendre hung between them, going straight to Severus’ cock. He moaned inwardly.

“I have,” he began, his voice rough with want, “but I’m unsure as to whether I should take the Mark.”

Reaching out for Severus’ left arm, Lucius laughed quietly. His long, smooth fingers rolled up the sleeves of Severus’ robes and began to trace a faint line up and down his thin forearm, causing the muscles to twitch reflexively.

“Such pristine skin,” Lucius murmured, raising the arm to his lips, “the Mark would look so beautiful on it.” He slowly kissed the tender flesh before tracing his tongue up to the crook of Severus’ elbow.

Although he and Lucius had become intimately acquainted in this greenhouse many years ago, the details seemed to be wrong.   The layout of the greenhouse wasn’t quite right, and the moon was higher in the sky than he’d remembered.   The memory seemed to be fuzzy, or incomplete. The dialogue that passed between them was similar to what Severus remembered, but also somewhat wrong.

His thoughts escaped him as Lucius’ wicked tongue ceased it’s torturously seductive stroking of his flesh.

“The Dark Lord is powerful, Lucius, and his power is not without its appeal, but his ideas seem a touch extreme.” Severus murmured as he gently tried to pull his arm from Lucius’ grasp.

The blonde grasped him by the wrist tightly and pulled him forward so that their chests were nearly touching.

“His ideas may seem radical to many, but surely not to you, Severus?” His voice was low and liquid, “No, surely not to you. You are a brilliant mind, Severus; truly one of a kind. Surely you recognize the Dark Lord’s brilliance as well? His power?”

Lucius’ fingers slowly trailed up Severus’ spine as he continued in a throaty voice, “You who fully understand the inferiority of Muggles. You who have been harmed and ridiculed at their hands.”

The only hands Severus was capable of thinking of in that moment were the ones teasing his body. Lucius’s beautiful, porcelain hands that had never seen a day’s labour- were now reaching down to gently squeeze the younger man’s buttocks, pulling him forward so their groins made contact.

Severus moaned as their erections pressed together.   His heart began to race as Lucius lowered his mouth towards his, his tongue turning to shape the words that would inevitably be Severus’ undoing:

“There are a great many pleasures in His service, Severus.”

This was a memory, contorted and strange as it was, but for some reason it was as vivid as the day it had happened. Severus felt himself get swept up in the moment, completely lost in the feeling of anticipation. He was standing in front of the man he had wanted for so very long, since that fateful day the head boy had seductively whispered in his ear. From that very moment, at eleven years old, Severus Snape had wanted Lucius Malfoy, and even in this retelling of the moment that want remained undiminished.

Severus’ breath locked itself in his lungs as Lucius’ lips pressed against his, forcefully yet with masterful control. Their tongues intertwined as Lucius’s wandering hands grasped more firmly at Severus’ arse.

Severus groaned with need, bucking his hips forward into the other man’s prominent erection.

The smooth hands were at work again, unbuttoning Sev’s trousers before lifting his thin body onto the rough-hewn workbench behind them. The feeling of the splintered wood did nothing to dampen Severus’ desire. If anything, the scraping left him panting and writhing with need. His lust emboldened him, allowing him to wrap his fingers through lush blonde hair and pull and achingly beautiful mouth towards him.

Their lips and tongues intertwined as Lucius gave into the kiss, pushing Severus back on the workbench to facilitate the removal of his trousers. The clinking of his belt buckle was lost in the moans of the two young men who were clawing at each other with almost frantic need. Fingers clawed at clothing, pulling pieces from the two bodies as if the garments were on fire.

Severus groaned as Lucius’ newly naked form pressed against his own, causing their cocks to rub against each other needily.

Lucius gently grabbed Severus’ hair close to the root and pulled the younger man’s hair back, forcing him to stare into his silvery-grey eyes.

“Tell me you want it, Severus.”

Panic gripped him as he opened his mouth, but couldn’t form the words he so desperately wanted to say. The tug on his hair grew more insistent and he gasped aloud.

“I asked you to tell me you want it, Severus,” Lucius growled, “Tell me you want me. In you.”

With a strangled sound that was almost a sob, Severus ground out the words, “I want you. Please.”

A satisfied smirk crossed Lucius’ lips as he relinquished his hold on his lover’s hair and reached over to one of the potted plants on the table.

Severus watched in surprise as he snapped off the leaf of an aloe plant, gently squeezing the succulent so the smooth translucent gel oozed from it. Gathering it in his fingers, Lucius used his other hand to further spread Severus’ thighs before smearing the warm moisture through the cleft of his buttocks. He smirked as Severus’ hips jutted forward, straining for more of his touch.

“I thought you were a virgin, dear boy,” he murmured in mock surprise, “Yet you’re reading to fuck yourself on my fingers like a common trollop.” With that, he slid a finger forward, penetrating Severus’ body with one smooth stroke and causing him to cry out in surprise.

“Not a virgin,” Severus panted, clenching around the finger that was stroking inside him, “But never – a man.” He cried out again as a second finger breached his entrance, stretching him with deliciously agonizing firmness.

Severus’ heart was pumping blood straight to his groin.

This was what he had always dreamed sex would feel like. This pure, sublime rush of hormones and desire that caused his body to twitch and shudder with want. This was what had been missing from his time with Lily.

Lily.

All thoughts of his beautiful friend were pushed out of his head when he realized that Lucius had snapped another leaf off the aloe plant and was rubbing the gel onto his thick cock. The blunt head lined up with Severus’ entrance, and with one slow, smooth motion, he was impaled on its length.

He stifled a scream as the burn overtook him.

“Shhhh,” Lucius cooed in a low, silky voice, “Just relax, ease up. That’s a good boy.” His soft, graceful fingers traced soothing circles on Severus’ belly, waiting for his abdominal muscles to cease their clenching. When he was finally relaxed, Lucius began the slow, methodical thrusting that would reduce the younger boy to an incoherent mass.

He felt his cock stiffen and swell to an almost painful degree, clear precome dripping from its tip onto his stomach.

Lucius approved, “That’s a good boy,” he purred, taking Seveus’ length into his hand and stroking it with ruthless efficiency, “You can take it.”

And take it he did. He took every rough thrust and stroke until he was thrown over the edge with a blinding orgasm, spilling his seed all over his own belly and Lucius’ hand. He felt Lucius shudder and stiffen, his own climax equally as raw.

Panting, Severus groaned softly as Lucius’ softening cock slid from his body, leaving him with a distinct feeling of emptiness. The table barely creaked as the other man gracefully laid down on it, joining his companion in staring at the bloated, orange harvest moon that had been taunting him all night.

The moon had not moved. It seemed to be in exactly the same place as it had been before his tryst. Furrowing his brow in concentration, Severus looked around the room for other things that seemed out of place.

The broken aloe plant wept it’s slick gel onto the floor, it’s torn leaves laying empty at its base. The pots of mandrakes were undisturbed. Asphodel grew in rows at the back of the greenhouse, casting soft shadows on the tool shed in the corner, where a sudden movement drew his eye.

Alarmed, he stared into the shadows just long enough to catch a glimpse of rich red hair framing the face of his horrified friend.

Lily.

His surroundings blurred as a thick white mist rolled through the greenhouse, washing away the scene but not his indiscretions.

Before him stood an older version of Lily, the look on her face not one of horror but ultimately of great sadness.

“It was your memory, wasn’t it?” Severus whispered to her.

She nodded but remained silent.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything? Why didn’t you tell me that you knew? I spent so much time trying to hide it from you until-“

“Until when?” Lily snapped, angrily. “When were you going to tell me, Sev?”

He failed to procure an answer.

Lily huffed and rolled her eyes, “The worst part, the very worst part of it all, was how betrayed you acted when I got together with James. I only ever did it because I knew I could never be with you!”

Severus’ heart sank into his stomach with an almost audible ‘thud’. “I didn’t want to share,” he admitted, softly.

“And by not sharing, you lost me entirely.” The edge was gone from her voice, replaced with a deep sadness that shook Severus to his core.

“I don’t want to lose you again, Lily. But I shall, shan’t I? When all of this-“ he gestured to the whiteness around them, “-is done.”

Gently, she laid a kiss on his nose.

“I don’t have those answers, Sev.”

The familiar blue flames flared to life behind her, and with a last, sad parting glance, he walked into them, and back into Harry’s room.

A/N

I am so sorry this took so long! I was wrapped up in a million things, but here it is! finally! Thanks to everyone for their love and reviews. I hope you like this chapter. Sorry that there's still more non-Snarry pairings, I hope you weren't too squicked by it.
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