Merrily merrily merrily

Harry Potter rolled off the hospital bed and stumbled to his feet. He had to find him.

Severus.

Had to make sure he was alright. The spell that had connected them for the last hour had revealed so much but had left so many questions unanswered. He stumbled down the corridors trying to remember where in the dungeons Severus' rooms were. In all of his seven years here at Hogwarts he had never had a reason to seek out the chambers of his potions master. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. He would not see the other man looking weak. It would not help his cause. His agenda for the night he could not say, but he did know that he had to see, to speak to the older man.

No answer after repeated knocking, cursing and screaming at the portrait that covered entrance to Severus' rooms. Harry turned to go almost ready to give up. Where could the man be? The knight in the portrait had finally admitted that his master was not at home currently. Of course, why had he not thought of it before. Either the potions classroom or Severus' private workroom.

The more Harry walked around the better and better he felt. Fresh air and some perspective had cleared his mind a bit. Still he needed to ask his question. Well questions plural more that one. He had so many but one was burning his tongue with the want to be asked.

Finally.

He pushed the door open silently. The potions master never even noticed that he was being watched. Marking papers furiously with his quill was obviously not putting him in his usual jovial mood. Harry thought sarcastically to himself. Finally the man stopped and buried his head in his hands. Harry had to move, had to be seen, had to see.

"Severus." He said softly. Just loud enough to get the older mans attention.

Without lifting his head the dark haired man replied, "Ten points from Gryffindor for your cheek, Mr. Potter."

"Are you going to deduct points every time I call you by your name, then?" Harry questioned, with a hint of a smirk.

"Yes, probably." Severus replied. Head still down though now not buried in his hands quite so despairingly.

"Well then you might as well go ahead and take them all right now, because I don't think I can go back to calling you anything else." Harry walked further into the room. Stopping at the front row of student workbenches.

"What do you want, Potter?" Severus questioned softly. Finally looking up at his student.

Harry met his eyes unflinchingly. "I just wanted to ask you something. That’s all really. You don't even have to answer, if you don't want to. I just need to ask."

"And what pray tell could you possibly have to ask me?" It was obvious to Harry that the man was having a hard time getting his iron willed control back into place. The spell must have really done a number on him then. Good it wasn't just me.

"Are you happy?" Such a loaded question for it being so simple.

Severus looked back down at his desk. Studying it, looking for all the world like a confused young man. Like he didn't know how to answer such a simple question. Was he happy? There were so many answers to that question. It was according to who was asking and why they were asking it. Was he happy? In general he was.. satisfied with his life.

"Mr. Potter I don't know why you are asking such an asinine question. And further more it is none of your business. Please leave." It was the best he could do. Even to his own ears it was lame.

"What about your dreams? What happened to all your dreams?" Harry knew the answers to these questions but they had to be asked. He knew. Start slow and build up to the real hard ones and then maybe he won't even notice when he answers them. If I do this right he damn well better notice. Harry thought to himself with a chuckle.

"Mr. Potter why are you asking me this? I have already asked you to leave." Severus picked up his quill again, dipping it carefully in the red ink he loved to scribble all over his students hard work.

"Why did you give up on your dream? What could have possibly happened to make you give up?" Harry leaned back against the bench, thinking this might take a while. But the older man had no patience left this day and when the rain started the storm was shortly to follow.

Severus looked up at him with a sharp inhalation. "Mr. Potter, if you must know. I did not give up on my dreams. I grew up. Life Happened and I grew up." He hissed the beginning but his energy was quickly used on great emotion and by the end he sounded almost defeated.

"I've grown up, but I haven't given up on my dreams. What happened?"

"Sometimes Mr. Potter, you make plans that don't work out, or by the time you finish planning them, the dream is no longer the same. Humans change. Dreams change. Life Happens and you change. And before you know it your old. And your dreams are so far removed from what they once where, you simple can not believe you ever once dreamt them." Severus stared off into space for a little while and Harry let him. Before asking the real question. Softly trying for the unconscious answer. Trying for the truth.

"What do you dream now, Severus?"

Harry's voice spoken so softly had the opposite effect on him. He jerked to himself. Trained to well as a spy for this to work on him. Although it was a good try. Harry had almost had him. The boy really should have been a slytherin.

"As I said before Potter. This is really none of your business. Why do you want to know? Why are you doing this? Wasn't one look inside my head enough for one day? Please leave." the jaded man replied rather testily.

Harry smiled to himself, there is was. The sign he had missed all these years. Severus told him to leave and yet kept the conversation going all at once. He doesn't want to want me here. But he does. He turned towards the door and walked slowly glancing over his shoulder as he neared it. Severus sat there with his shoulders slumped but as Harry paused and took out his wand the older man tried to hide the fact he was looking up by keeping his head ducked. But Harry saw. The shoulders stiffened and some color returned to his face. Then Harry locked the door and turned back to his professor.

"What do you think you are doing?" Severus surged to his feet as he heard the softly spoken locking spell.

If Harry had not been paying as close attention as he was he would have missed the panic that nearly screamed from every pore on the man in front of him.

"Well I don't want to grow up and lose my dreams before I get a chance to fulfill them. I don't want Life to Happen to my dreams. I want my dreams to change because I get new ones to take the place of the ones I have lived." As he spoke he walked slowly back down the aisle between the student benches. Slowly he removed his outer school robe, letting it fall to the floor at his feet.

"What do you think you are doing, Mr. Potter? I have asked you to leave. Please do so at once." Severus' voice was shaking.

"Is that what you really want?" Harry asked as he removed his tie, also letting fall to the floor. He noticed the other mans eyes never left the movement of his hands. His heart was in his throat and his stomach was quivering in a mixture of anticipation and fear. He took another few steps.

"Harry, for the love of Merlin. Will you please stop." Severus' voice was a harsh whisper and the other man collapsed back into his chair.

Harry removed his under shirt, bringing it up over his head, stretching and flexing his muscles as much as he could. He was already hard by the time he caught the look of wonder and lust on his soon to be lovers face.

"You don't want me to end up like you, do you Sev? Letting my dreams go. Letting life happen until soon there is no more life and no more dreams." spoken softly as he rounded the darkly polished desk.

"But you know I think you are wrong. I don't think life happened in between you having a dream and you living the dream. I think you were to frightened of the dream to live it. I won't let that happen again. Not to you, not again Sev." Harry kicked off his shoes and knelt directly in front of the indigent, embarrassed, hyperventilating, blushing, heroic, death eater, warrior kind of man. Harry couldn't decide how to describe Severus anymore. Not now that he had seen inside of him. He felt he knew him but how could you know such a complex man. They had only been linked an hour before Poppy had sorted them out.

He reached for the top buttons on the other mans robe. Tiny buttons, fumbling fingers, Harry made the most out of it. Each new button made him run his hands over the hard muscled chest before him. Every time Severus reached out to stop him, he simply put the larger hands back down on the armrests of the chair, which of course involved a lot of leaning in against the other man.

Harry couldn't resist temptation any longer. Once the outer robe was unbuttoned and the soft black undershirt revealed he moved swiftly. He pushed the robe off slender shoulders and untucked the undershirt. Running his hands over pale skin. Up over stomach muscles and dark dusky nipples, the shirt followed his hands. He couldn't resist the temptation of playing just a little either. As the shirt pulled up over the dark silky hair he caught the arms in a slight twist, the Sev was at his complete mercy now. And what mercy it was.

He trailed his lips down the corded throat, nibbling the collar bone, the earlobe, worrying the skin between his teeth, being careful to never leave a mark on the creamy pale skin. He let his hand continue to play and dance along Sev's back and chest before making their way to the front of his slacks. Harry pressed slightly on the bulge he found eliciting a groan. He smiled against Severus's cheek before taking advantage of the slightly open mouth and diving in for a much desired kiss. They explored each others mouths learning the feel and taste of each other. Like two dieing men intent on milking the last bit of life they had left.

Harry didn't even realize when Sev finally managed to untangle himself from his shirt until he felt strong hands cup his ass through his pants.

Severus couldn't believe what was happening. He had fully expected Harry to come into his room tonight and hate him. Fear him, what he was. No one had touched him like this in years. The fact that it was Harry Potter the boy he had lusted after all year that was doing the touching nearly sent him into shock. Where was the hate, the fear? This couldn't possible be the boy, no young mans dream. Could it? Merlin how he wished the link had worked both ways. He wanted to know what the younger man was thinking. His dream, he knew, the dream Harry had seen was the same one he had been having for over a year now. This young man, on his knees ass in the air. That soft beautiful ass just waiting to be taken. He groaned as he slid his hands inside Harrys slacks, one moving to the front to undo the fastenings, the other sliding down the crease that separated the two perfect round globes. He pushed the garment down allowing for more room to maneuver. His fingers seeking out that delicious opening. He was so hard he ached. He pulled back for a moment.

"Harry turn around." He tried to get some control over his voice but noticed how raspy it sounded even to his own ears. No hesitation. Harry turned around still on his knees. Severus pushed his chair back and fell to his knees behind Harry. His seducer. He unbuttoned his own trousers to release the pressure from engorged flesh. He felt like a teenager, about to explode without ever having been touched.

"Bend over. Let me see you," breathless. He was nearly breathless with need and want. Harry knew what was coming. Bend over. The dream. The want. It was the same. And it might as well have been his dream, his want, that had them here. The fact that it was Severus's dream was an added aphrodisiac. Harry tried to remain motionless, he went over quidditch statistics in his mind to distract him from what he knew was coming. The hands where caressing his ass again. He felt the hot breath against his skin before he felt the lips touching him. He quivered. Tongue flickering over skin and down between the cheeks of the ass. Oh Merlin he couldn't breath. He shivered and tensed. Hands moving over his back, calming.

The taste of him, the feel of him. Severus slipped a finger inside the hot flesh. Hot virgin flesh. He hurriedly cast a lubricant charm. He would not hurt a lover. Not even to fulfill a dream, Harry would remember this without added pain. He slipped a finger back inside the slick hole. Moving it in and out crooking it slightly. Seeking. Finding. A gasp and finding. He had to grit his teeth against the involuntary clenching of muscles.

"Relax, You know I won't hurt you." Amazing. The boy relaxed. Two fingers, stretching and filling. Seeking and finding the gasp. Three fingers, willing the other man to relax before his control snapped.

Harry couldn't take any more. He needed Severus inside him NOW.

"Please, now. Inside me." he gasped.

Sev slid inside that tight sheath. He inched his way in slowly. Tight. Hot. Control, control. Don't lose it Sev. Oh Gods its been so long. A small nudge from the body beneath him and he pumped his hips in. A moan filled with pleasure not pain nearly sent him over the edge. Finally he gave in and gave them both what they needed.

Harry had never felt so complete before. Filled in every way. Vulnerable in a way that he felt completely safe. It was a strange mixture of power and vulnerability, he was at once the submissive and the dominate. He knew that if at any time he showed that this was not what he wanted, it would be over. As Sev filled him again and again he knew that this was something he would never give up. A touch on his aching flesh and his teenage control was gone. As his muscles seized with his orgasm he felt his inner passages flooded with his lovers own release.

They laid there panting for a while, until the cold stone floor had leached their body heat and their bodies protested the hard unforgiving stone. Finally Harry sat up and looked down at his dozing lover. He didn't want to wake him but he didn't want Sev to wake up with him just gone either.

Harry leaned over and kissed the sleepy man awake.

"Severus, wake up."

Severus opened his eyes and looked around. He blinked a few times to rid himself of the dream image in his mind. Where was he? The hospital wing. But why? He glanced over to his side. Potter was sitting in the bed next to him looking like he could set the sheets of fire with the blush from his face alone. The dream. The spell had linked them together. He had just had Potters dream.

Hmm.. interesting. He suppressed an evil grin. Very interesting indeed.

His students gave him funny looks the rest of the day. They all thought their potions master had finally lost it. He was going around the school giving points and humming a muggle children’s song.

Merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream.

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