In Harry Potter's fifth year at Hogwarts, he was forced (due to the Dark Lord) to learn Oclumency. And he was being forced to learn this mind trick by the one and only Severus Snape. Harry was not only outwardly dreading it, but inwardly excited for it. He had fallen in love with Professor Severus Snape and he was ashamed because of it. He had dreams about what would happen between them.
Harry's Dream
They sat in Severus' personal office, Harry in the seat and Severus before him.
"Control Potter, you need control." Harry gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Yes Professor Snape." Snape pulled out his wand again and walked behind Harry, leaned over his shoulder and whispered into his ear.
"Are you sure your ready Potter?" Harry swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I-I…I'm r-ready Professor." Snape leaned over and pressed his lips against Harry's neck, then licked his way up to Harry's ear, nibbling on the lobe. Harry had a blush spread across his face, and was panting lightly.
"Are you really sure? Harry?" Harry closed his eyes and nodded.
"Yes… Yes… Severus…"
End Harry's Dream
Harry was sitting in his dorm room, dreading the upcoming lesson with his dear professor. He could block some of his personal thoughts but he was putting everything he had into keeping Severus' thoughts off of his in the fact about his 'crush'. The clock struck eight and he stood up, he needed time to take care of his 'problem' along with making it down towards the professor's quarters.
When he finally made it down to the dungeons, it was nearly nine o'clock. He knocked on the door.
"Professor Snape? I'm here for my Oclumency lesson." The heavy mahogany slowly opened and there appeared his crush. Harry willed the blush from his cheeks, knowing full well that things would never work out between them.
"Well? Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come in?" Snape had moved aside and Harry finally walked into the room. He went right to Snape's study and sat on the empty chair that was left there for him. Snape stalked up to him, his wand out already.
"Prepare yourself Mr. Potter." Harry gritted his teeth and nodded.
"Yes Professor Snape." And it began.
"Protego." Snape was in Harry's mind, poking through his thoughts, his memories, his past, his dreams. Then it happened. Snape somehow broke through the blocks he had on his mind that was protecting his dream, and he saw. As if there was a second Snape watching the first fuck Harry. Finally he was thrown out of Harry's mind, and both men had a blush spread across their face.
"Mr. Potter, what exactly was that?" Harry couldn't look at Severus.
"I… it was… I just…" Harry's face was bright red and the images from his dream were taking affect on his body, he could already feel his hard-on, his breath was coming out in short pants and his eyes just wouldn't seem to stay open.
"I think I know what it was Mr. Potter." Harry tensed up. He would be beat again, most likely, Snape wouldn't just use the killing curse, and he'd beat the life out of him. If he were lucky, he would receive the killing curse, but he usually wasn't lucky. "I know exactly what that was Mr. Potter." And Snape moved. He pressed his lips against Harry's neck, his hands on the boy's shoulders, pulling the boy to stand so their bodies could press against one another. Harry was shocked that he didn't respond right away, when he finally caught on, he wrapped his arms around Severus' neck and leaned his head to the side, giving the older man more room. Harry moaned.
"Severus…"
"Harry…"