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Delicious as Sin	By : PinkSunRise Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Delicious as Sin

PinkSunRise (PinkSunRise23@aol.com)

Summary: Harry's been having dreams

Nc-17

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters

Catergorys: Romance, Angst

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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.

He pulled away amazed

"What is it?" a voice asked.

"You—you taste like—sin."

"But I kiss like an angel so why does it matter?" the voice whispered and resumed devouring his mouth.

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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. He pulled open his curtains and groaned. He was late yet again, and he had already missed Transfiguration. He threw on his robes and grabbed his books before he rushed to the Potions classroom.

"Late, Mr. Potter, five points from Gryffindor." Snape hissed. "Take a seat."

Harry slid into the seat next to Ron. Ron looked at him concerned, and Hermione glanced at him. Then her gaze focused on him, particularly on his neck.

"You have a hickey! Harry are you—"

"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, and as it was time to go, Snape called out to Harry.

"Mr. Potter, I need you to stay after class."

Hermione and Ron gave him sympathetic looks while the Slytherins snickered.

"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.

Harry 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—" he whispered.

"About?"

"I’I can’t—"

"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 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—"

"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."

Harry rushed out of the classroom and to his bed. 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.

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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 against his talented lover and the tongue that was determined to make love to his mouth.

"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 trailed across his stomach and suckled on his nipples causing a painful sensation, which turned to gratifying pleasure.

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Harry awoke sweating again and painfully hard. He grabbed his glasses and threw open his curtains. He grabbed the robes he had worn in the morning and rushed towards the dungeons. He rammed loudly on Snape’s door. And a peeved looking Snape answered the door.

"Mr. Potter, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he said acidly.

"It didn't work!"

"The potion?"

"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?"

"I— no, professor. Please, call me Harry."

"Very well, Harry. I need to know what your dreams are about."

"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 as he sighed and resigned himself to his fate.

"There is someone, I can't tell who a guy or a girl— but, uh, they're— seducing me."

Snape snorted in amusement.

"Mr. Potter these are typical teen..."

"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—" 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."

"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.'

Once he got back to his room, he lay in bed and stared aimlessly above him. Willing to himself he would never sleep again, but the nagging part of his mind chiding him that he needed rest got the better of him. He took the two potions and slid under the covers.

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"Silly boy, I told you potions wouldn't help. You want me to be here, I can't leave until you let me go."

"How do I let you go?"

"You don't."

He felt it as hands slid around his waist and he was pulled up against a hard male chest.

"You're—a guy."

"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 as he trailed across his chest.

"Let me touch you, let me please you." He whispered as he tugged Harry's boxers down and off his legs. He pushed Harry legs apart gently and pressed his lips to Harry's inner thighs and Harry gasped. He trailed his tongue across the tip of Harry's weeping cock and along the underside. Harry screamed as he was swallowed whole. He felt the warm suction, and he let himself go and give in. He felt the boy smile against his cock.

"That’s it...Harry give in to me," he whispered as he pulled away.

"No please—"

"Shhh! I’ll take care you." He whispered as he returned to the task at hand. Harry moaned and arched up into the touch.

"Tom—" he moaned as he came.

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