Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, because I fail as a human being.
Notes: This is one of a few different "shorts" that I've written when the muse struck. This one takes place when Severus Snape attended Hogwarts, and deals with an unrequited Severus Snape/Lily Evans pairing.
Unrequited Fantasies
10-1-07
Oh God, it had happened again. He tried so hard, honestly he did, but no matter how much he lectured himself, no matter how often he said "no more!", it never stopped.
Severus slowly sat up in his bed, grateful for the deep-green curtains that surrounded him, and slowly raised a trembling hand to wipe away the moisture that had begun to form above his upper lip.
The dream had seemed so real. Even more than usual, and he swallowed hard, eyes sinking closed slowly. This had to stop, it was driving him mad.
This had been the third dream of such a nature that he had experienced this week, and while he was against the idea of putting them into a pensive, lest someone else see them somehow, the idea was rapidly becoming more appealing.
Severus was horribly ashamed of these dreams, he knew he had no right to them, but they just wouldn't stop, no matter how hard he tried to be rid of them.
Lily Evans, he knew, would hex him into oblivion if she had event eh slightly idea of their existence-and frequency.
But these dreams represented such a deep, almost primal need inside of him that Severus could no more stop them than one can stop their heart from beating.
And as guilty as he felt for his inappropriate night-time adventures, part of him looked forward to them.
And the dreams were always the same, more or less. He would be by the lake, and James Potter, along with that wanker Sirius Black, would hex him. Suddenly, he would be dangling upside down, and through the pounding of the blood rushing to his head he would hear several students laughing at him and his ragged shorts.
Then, he would hear Her voice as she scolded James Potter and demanded that he be released.
But, unlike the way events had really proceeded so long ago, upon falling to the ground below, Severus would not lash out at Lily.
Instead, every time he would look at her, and then she would be on the grass beside him, and they would be sharing a sweet, gentle kiss.
If the dream would simply end there, it would not be so bad.
But it didn't.
It continued.
The dream would shift, and Severus would be naked atop her equally-nude body in his bed in the dungeons. And, as she stared into his eyes, he would thrust himself into her welcoming body, claim her as his own, and while she cried out in pleasure beneath him, he would make passionate love to her over and over again.
Needless to say, every time Severus woke from this dream, he found himself in a very worked up and aroused state, and his bedclothes would often be soiled with the evidence of his unfulfilled wishes and desires.
Completely awake now, despite the early hour, Severus sighed and pushed aside the curtains, then slipped out of the bed and padded bare-footed to the bathroom.
It was time to take a long, cold shower.
Today, he knew, was going to be another long and unhappy day.