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Unintentional Wet Dreams	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 16802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Unintentional Wet Dreams.

Resume: Severus blows his cover as a spy for the Order rescuing Harry when the Gryffindor is captured by fellow death eaters in the middle of the Trio´s hunt for horcruxes, and after massive torture round is ordered killed by Draco. Due to severe weather conditions, snow in April, Severus and Harry end up in a tiny cottage riding off a blizzard. They have no working wands, so the Death Eaters cannot track them down, no means of contacting the Order and there is only one bed – and Harry has very vivid sex dreams!

Pairings: Harry / Severus, Past Harry / Ginny, Ron / Hermione, Ginny / Dean, Molly / Arthur, Bill / Fleur, Neville / Luna, Seamus / Terry.

Warnings: Rape - accidental. Slash, and lots of it. Anal sex. Mention of Torture. War. Sex Dreams, Underage – Harry is 16.

Author´s notes: This is a WIP, and will be updated when I have time. I am Danish, 34 and have 3 small children under the age of 5 (and I work 48 hour weeks), so my life is quite busy, so bear with me, please. I have other stories posted you can enjoy too. One of which is another WIP. I have no idea how many chapters this will be, but I prefer my chapters to be around 2,000-3,000 words a piece. I do not abandon work, so if I do, it means I died! I have no beta, so if you find anything off, please let me know when you comment, thank you! See you out there.

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Chapter One – Harry´s Misery

It fucking hurt to breathe.

And yet, Harry was still doing it, barely. He squinted around the semi-dark almost empty room he was being held capture in and winced as his right eye´s wound jumped open once more. He coughed slightly and fought to stay conscous as another wave of pain overtook his young body. He had just woken up after being thrown back into his cell.

That´s what it was, really.

It had only a tiny window the size of his head, shut with bars, reminding him of the Dursleys. The torture he had endured while being in the hands of the Death eaters that had captured him, Voldemort´s torture, to be exact, was far worse than his summers ever were. At least the Dursleys never laid a hand on him. They were too disgusted to touch him for that. Maybe they thought magic would infiltrate their bodies too, they did happen to believe that anything magical was a disease, that´s for sure.

The floor of Harry´s cell was made of stone, and is was fucking cold.

But the cold was nothing compared to the ache in Harry´s legs, that had so many bruises he couldn´t count them any longer. Not to mention the 4 broken ribs he was sure he had, if not more. His face was beaten up terribly and swollen with blue, yellow and black bruises. His glasses had been taken days ago from him, he hadn´t seen them since he was brought in by Snatchers, and he wasn´t even sure who had taken him to and from his cell since he got here, since they all looked blurred to him.

Fucking poor eyesight!

Harry winced as he crawled a bit neared to a wet spot on the floor and sniffed it. He had gotten used to this too, because they weren´t feeting him or giving him any water. Today the spot was water and he could lick it from the stone where it had dropped from a hole in the ceiling somewhere. Sometimes the wetness was urine, his own. And sometimes he had lapped that up too, so he wouldn´t perish from dehydration.

When you were starved you got used to almost anything Harry had discovered. If his friends could see him now they would pity him, Harry knew it. They would be angry at the fuckers that had taken him and they would do anything to make him feel better by cuddling him.

Nobody was cuddling him here, that much was freaking obvious.

After every torture session, someone would heal him so he wouldn´t die, though, but Voldemort had made it quite clear that Harry should suffer as much as possible. He was playing with Harry. But Harry understood that at some point the bastard would tire of this and dispose of him.

The Gryffindor had tried to summon his magic to fight back, but he was simply too drained and tired and beaten up to do anything about his situation. At one point, Harry was sure he had died while being here, but some sick fuck had brought him back and Voldemort along with his followers had laughed their hearts out.

Not that they ever had hearts to begin with, the fucking bastards.

Harry groaned and lay down with his left cheek against the cold stone. Somehow, it was soothing his bruises and cuts, and Harry hurt a lot more than he froze to care. He had stopped caring days ago and understood and finally accepted that he would not walk away from this alive. The only thing that made him sick about this, that regardless of his suffering, Voldemort would probably win the war, and then all would be lost. It would all have been for nothing in the end. He held back the tears. He had already shed too many of those by now.

He was so tired and he closed his eyes and welcomed the blackness, when suddenly the door was yanked open. Feet shuffled closer but Harry couldn´t lift his head to see who it was, not that he could focus on anything anyway, so he lay there and waited for either more torture or death.

Death would be a friend right now.

Harry had not given up, far from it, but he had stopped being oblivious. The Order didn´t know where he was, or worse, they were not trying to come for him, which he understood. They had lost a lot of members by now. Mad-eye, Tonks, Sirius, Mundungus, Trelawney, Hooch, Flitwick had lost his left arm, and several not-so-known-to-Harry people. Dumbledore was still alive last Harry heard, but he was ill, the entire Order knew the old wizard had been cursed and was living on borrowed time, so his strength was no longer what it used to be.

“Get up, Potter.” Someone drawled, but Harry just kept concentrating on his breathing so it wouldn´t hurt so much. When Harry didn´t do as he was told, the blurred figure cast a spell on him and lifted him into his arms. Harry groaned but had no strength left to fight it. If this was the end, then he would welcome it.

At least the bloody pain would stop then.

The body felt so bloody warm and Harry could feel the muscles moving when the feet of the man did too. They were moving fast as far as Harry could tell, because the heart he was pressed up against was beating erratically.

So, the bastards did have hearts after all, Harry thought.

Harry winced as the man moved harshly to one side and then stone came flying down around them. Harry didn´t understand what was happening. “Snape, you fucking traitor!” And another curse went flying after them and missed.

Harry tried to free himself then, from the bastard that had hated him since his first day at Hogwarts. His professor, who turned out to be a god-damned Death Eater all along, and the one that gave Voldemort the reason to murder Harry´s parents. The pain was too much for Harry and he couldn´t move. Instead, Snape tightened his grip on Harry and leaned against the wall so he could aim a counter curse at their single attacker.

“Give us Potter and we´ll let you live, Snape.” Harry wanted to snort at the untrue words but refrained from doing so, because it would only hurt more. They ducked another curse and Harry thought he heard more running after Snape´s second counter strike.

It seemed to hit because Harry heard a groan and a thump, or maybe it had been the other way around, he couldn´t really be too sure, but he did know that Snape was now running with Harry in his arms. And even though Snape would obviously have cast a Feather-light charm on Harry, he was still heavy enough to cause the Slytherin to pant while moving around the Mansion.

They ran and ran, and Harry hurt all over from every single movement he felt, and he cried out when a bright light hit his eyes as they must have exited the front doors. More curses were fired and Snape hauled Harry over his shoulder, causing Harry to sob in pain when his ribs were smashed against Snape´s tall frame. He was dangling from side to side as Snape threw curses, and ran and turned around, only to repeat it every other step.

Harry threw up then, and he wasn´t even sure if he missed Snape or not, and he didn´t really care. He was going to die soon, he just knew it. He braced himself, hoping for it to be sooner than later. Maybe he might even pass out from the pain first, so he wouldn´t really feel it.

Snape yelled as a curse hit him and they apparated away when they had reached the boundary of apparition.

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They landed awkwardly, because Snape´s feet caved under them - that must have been where the curse had hit him then - and they tumbled over on the grass. “Shit!” Snape cursed, and Harry panted while trying to get his breathing back under control. He was unable to speak. The pain was taking over again. Snape cursed several times and dragged himself to his feet and grabbed Harry once more.

“Please, just leave me. Hurts.” Harry begged, but the bastard had never listened to Harry, and obviously, he wasn´t going to start now either. Harry whimpered as he was once more carried, though in a much slower pace, and he knew that Snape was in pain now too because the Slytherin´s breathing was heavy.

                                                                    -oo-

When Harry woke again he was in a bed and a fire was blazing. It was April but the weather had been terrible lately. Hermione had said to Ron and him, that too much Dark Magic in the air would force Mother Nature to change, for as long as the magic was still being used on a daily basis. Voldemort had gathered a lot of followers by now in Europe, and if they all were using Dark curses frequently.

It was warmer than it had been in his cell, but it was still bloody cold. A shiver ran through Harry and he groaned. His vision was still blurred when he opened his eyes fully. It took him a moment to contemplate that he could open them at all. It seemed that his eye was no longer as swollen as it had been. That was odd. “Potter,” Harry cringed when hearing his former professor´s drawl. He had forgotten about him. “Open up.”

“Get away from me, you bastard.” Harry spat and found that it didn´t hurt too much moving his body on the bed. He suddenly froze. “Where are my clothes!?” He demanded to know. Snape thrust something small into Harry´s right hand and Harry realized that it was his glasses. He put them on and the world became visual once more to him.

Snape wore his usual sneer as he stared up at him. “A blizzard has hit this part of the country. I suggest you get used to it being just the two of us, Potter. Stop acting like a fucking child and take the damn potion!” Harry´s eyes went to the vial in Snape´s hand and then back to meet the dark orbs. “Your clothes are wet, as are mine, since we walked for several hours to find shelter. They are drying by the fire in the living room.” Snape stated informatively.

Harry´s eyes widened as it dawned on him that Snape had only a blanket wrapped around his body, its brother was covering himself on the bed. Harry looked away and blushed as he pulled his own dark brown blanket tighter against his frame. “Voldemort broke your wand, but I managed to secure your glasses.” Snape paused for a long while and Harry finally had to check if he had left him alone again. He hadn´t. Snape was staring out the small snow-covered window in the bedroom. “Mine broke when we landed.”

“We have no wand?!” Harry exclaimed, and his breathing was getting heavier and closer to a panic attack by the minute.

“Obviously!” Snape snapped at the Gryffindor. His Professor pulled the dark blue blanket tighter as if that would keep out the coldness of the room. “I found this abandoned hovel, or tiny cottage, if you will. It has only this bedroom, a small living room, a functioning toilet and the tiny kitchen is adequate. The muggles who used to live here left behind a fully stocked food store. Cans and such are still good. We have running water, I already checked.”

Harry simple nodded, trying to take in the situation. “What are we doing here, Snape?” He asked, before the man could turn to leave.

Snape scowled at his student. “Are you deaf, Potter?”

“I mean. How am I healed? Why did you get me out? You´re one of them.” Harry let the accusation hang in mid-air. Snape loomed over him.

“I carry a small potion´s stock with me at all times. For emergencies.” He paused. “And I promised Albus.” Was all he said before he turned and left Harry behind. Harry moved from the bed to follow Snape, because he was no getting away with no telling him more. Not after everything Harry had been through. His hands tied the blanket around him, and he cursed when discovering his ribs were still not healed, they couldn´t be since they lacked a functioning wand, but it didn´t hurt too horrible for him to move, so Harry figured that Snape had used a soothing balm on his chest.

He shuddered when he thought about that.

Harry was in his pants. That meant, that without a proper wand Snape had undressed Harry, manually. Meaning, he had touched him. Harry put that image away for now, he would have to deal with that later.

                                                                                                                                   -oo-

Harry entered the living room and saw Snape sitting in the only armchair that was there. A very small table was in the middle of the room surrounded by three wooden chair and a fourth broken one, a lamp hung from the ceiling over the table, there was a small fireplace, where Snape had lit a fire for warmth, a few paintings of landscapes on the walls, a bookshelf with about fifteen tattered-looking books and a rug on the floor beside the fireplace.

That was it.

Snape looked up at him, it seemed he had been deep in thought when Harry had interrupted him. “Are you really on our side then?” Snape sneered and didn´t answer Harry. “I-I know you must have done some terrible things –“

“You don´t know anything, Potter. Anything!”

Harry glanced out of one of the two windows in this room and shuddered as he saw the snow swirling around wildly, it was April for god´s sake. It was supposed to be high spring already. “Thank you, for getting me out.” Harry whispered. He wasn´t sure Snape had heard him, because there was still no answer. Harry cleared his throat.

Snape spoke before Harry could, “The clothes will take a while to dry. We cannot use them before they are, or we might get pneumonia.” Harry nodded, “I have no means to cure that if that happens.” He stared out the same window Harry did, “From the looks of things, we might be stuck here for days.”

Harry closed his eyes at the idea of spending days in the company of a man that hated him so much.

He had been held captive for possibly weeks by Voldemort, and tortured too. Surely, a few days or weeks with his professor would be much less painful. At least the man had done his best to heal his wounds. And Harry was grateful for that.

“There is only one bed.” Harry stated, and received a simply nod. Only then, did he notice the chair that Snape used to rest one of his legs on. Harry winced as he saw the bruise and cut that the curse had left behind. Must have been some sort of blasting curse. The leg was covered in green paste.

“We will share it.” My leg needs to be on a plain level with the rest of my body for a total of 7-8 hours a day in order for the circulation to have room to recover.” Harry nodded and stared at the chair, he could sleep in that, he had tried worse, “Your lungs cannot take to sit upright sleeping for so many hours straight, so like I said, we will share the bed.”

Harry shuddered. The bed was a double bed, as they would say in the muggle world, but they had only two blankets and two pillows to separate their bodies. Snape stood with much trouble and began limping towards the bedroom, “We should sleep now. We need the rest, as well as our bodies to heal faster. Tomorrow should be much better, but it will be slower than usual. I am almost out of potions. You were in bad shape, Potter.”

As Snape walked past Harry, he winced and thought about the fact that Snape had carried Harry well after the Feather-light charm must have worn off, and with a leg like that it would have been excruciatingly painful. Harry thought about supporting Snape´s weight as he walked behind him, but already knew that the man would have snapped at him for offering it. So, he didn´t. “Take off your pants, Potter.”

“What!” Harry shrieked as Snape glared at him.

“Your wound across your hip needs to breathe for hours each day. I thought it would be best while sleeping.” Snape lay down on his good leg and sighed into his pillow. “Unless you want to walk around nude during the days, of course.”

“No.” Harry agreed that Snape´s suggestion was way better. They would be asleep while he was naked, and that ought to be a lot better and less embarrassing that being awake and only covered in a blanket.

“Your cooking breakfast in the morning, Potter.” Snape said, “I´ll do so the day after. My leg should be in better shape by then.”

“Sure.” And Harry closed his eyes and prayed for sleep to help him out of this awkward situation.
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