Dis: Characters are J.K.'s and the song is Travis Tritt's Tell me i was Dreaming

When I woke up this morning

Wiped the sleep from my eyes

I found a new day dawning

And suddenly I realize. . . You're gone

Severus Snape, Ex-Death Eater, Former Spy of the Order of the Phoenix, Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and most importantly long time lover of Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived . . .Again, rolled over to an empty bed. He slowly opened one eye and took in his surroundings. There was only one candle burning in the room but the fire burning in the grate lit the room with a warm orange glow. Mentally thanking Harry for lighting the fire and reducing the chill that was ever present in the dungeons, he noticed that the normal sound of water running in the shower was absent.

Harry must have gotten up earlier then I thought, Severus thought. Hmm, I guess I will see him in the Great Hall for breakfast.

Believing this to be the case, Severus got up and began his own morning rituals. He had, as was always the case, dreamt of his lover. The resulting morning erection was a constant as well. Severus had had many lovers in his early years. Contrary to popular belief he had not always been a greasy git. And in fact had been able to pick and choose his bedmates from among the most desired of the other Slytherins of his school days and Death Eaters. In his early years as a teacher he had been propositioned on many occasions, but had never felt an attraction towards a student. At least not until Harry Potter's seventh year at Hogwarts.

After losing his godfather in his fifth year, Harry had decided that he needed to do everything in his power to defeat Voldemort. That included coming to Severus on his proverbial hands and knees at the beginning of his sixth year, looking for forgiveness over the pensive incident. In truth Severus had forgiven Harry before that, but he was Slytherin after all and had drawn out his "supposed" rage in the form of 2 months of detention and having Harry at his beck and call. The detentions had turned into training sessions of Occulmency and Dark Arts. But somewhere along the line they had become civil and started talking. Harry divulged more of his childhood to Severus then anyone else and in turn Severus had talked of his similar experiences. When Severus learned of Harry's debilitating visions, he had created a potion specifically for him that eased his sub-conscience mind into a numbed state and also contained a pain killer. This combined with his mind occluded every night had kept Harry sane.

When civil chats had turned to childhood experiences and they in turn became dreams of the future, Severus knew that he was falling for The Boy Who Lived. It had shocked him. At first he was in denial and then it became acceptance. But he swore to himself that he would never burden Harry with an old man's fantasies. It came as quite a blow when Harry offered to do exactly that.

flashback

"Severus. . .I have to tell you something. I need for you to just sit and listen to me and please don't get too upset with me. When I'm finished you can scream and yell and throw me out and never speak to me again and . . " Harry blurted out.

"Harry. . Harry. . HARRY!! Calm down and tell me what it is you need to say before you have a panic attack." Severus interrupted.

"Okay. . .Sev. . I'm in love with you. Now before you say anything and begin telling me that I'm mistaking our friendship for something else, you are wrong. At first even after we began to talk I still harbored some resentment towards you. But the longer we talked and the more things that we discussed I realized how very alike we are. I looked forward to being with you. I looked forward to seeing you in the Great Hall. I looked forward to Potions and willed myself to excel at them to make you proud. I loved that even with our sarcastic comments and occasional blow-ups, under it all it was an act that only you and I knew about.

At first I though that maybe you were becoming a father figure to me. However it was after that really tough duel when you had stripped off your shirt, that I noticed my feelings were definitely not of the paternal nature. I have known that I was gay since fifth year but no one. . .no one has made me excited to the point of aching. But you did. And it's not just lust Severus. I want you yes but I want you for all time. Not just a shag or a few shags. I want to wake every morning knowing that it's your eyes that I will be looking into. I want to go to sleep with your arms wrapped around me keeping me safe as always. Because it's you Sev. It's you that makes me feel safe. Every since first year. I may have hated you. You may have hated me. But thru it all you kept me safe. You never lied to me. And you kept me grounded. With you I knew that my "fame" would have no effect and I could just be Harry. That has meant more to me then anything else my angel. My own dark guardian angel."

Harry finished in a rush so as to control the tears that were threatening to fall. He wouldn't look Severus in the eye. Couldn't for fear that all he would see was rejection and ridicule.

Severus was breathless. Harry had just confessed everything that he himself felt in his heart. Oh how he wanted to believe this was really happening. He would have sold his soul to have this be real. He slowly opened the eyes that he had closed at "I'm in love with you" and looked at the boy - no the man sitting in front of him. How should he respond? Dare he take this chance. Dare he reach for happiness not knowing how long it would last? He received his answer when Harry finally looked at him. The pure love, desire and hope that burned in those emerald pools, was the only push he needed.

He stood and pulled Harry to him. He lowered his head slowly as if to make sure that Harry knew he could back away. His heart stopped as Harry wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed his lips to his fiercely. Severus rested his hands on Harry's shoulders for a moment before moving them to stroke Harry's back. As his hands took on a mind of their own, his mouth and tongue plundered Harry's. He coaxed Harry's tongue into his mouth and from there Harry took control. Severus knew that Harry was a virgin and beyond a few innocent kisses he knew very little. He considered himself privileged to be his teacher in this as well. He understood that Harry would want to take it slow and although it would take all his self-control he knew that it would be worth waiting for. It was then that Harry rocked the foundations of his world again.

"Sev. I want you. I want you to teach me. I want you to be with me. I want you to make love to me. I want to give you everything I have. And I want to make love with you. Tonight, Sev. I want it all tonight."

"Harry. . I want to make love to you so badly but I don't want to rush things. I don't want you to wake up tomorrow and regret that we didn't wait."

"Severus Ares Snape!! I have just told you that I want to wake up in your arms every morning for the rest of our loves. But what happens if tomorrow you go and never come back. What happens if he attacks tomorrow and I don't succeed. . .or I do but he takes me with him. Do you mean to tell me that you would refuse my only heart's desire because you are afraid to take hold of the chance of happiness that we both deserve?"

Severus response was to grab Harry and kiss him deeply. The kiss only ended when the need for breath drove them apart.

"You're right Harry. Come with me and let me show you how long I have dreamt of this moment. Let me show you how much I love you."

Taking Harry's hand he pulled him into the bedroom and closed the door. After throwing up several locking and silencing charms he motioned for Harry towards the bathroom.

"I thought that since this is your first time that you might be tense so let's start with a bath to relax and take it from there, okay my love?"

Harry nodded his head as his eyes filled with lust and it took all of Severus will power not to throw the man on the bed and take him just from that look alone. Instead, he moved them both into his bathroom. He watched as Harry's eyes went wide at the sight of it. He smirked a little a that. Everyone always imagined that he lived in black rooms with an occasional green and silver thrown in. In truth he preferred rich warm colors and his private rooms showed as much.

The room was enormous. In one corner there was the bathtub. Well it was more like a small lake complete with waterfall. It was a natural hot-spring underneath the castle that Severus had charmed so there was a continual flow thru the man made structure. The waterfall was formed of black lava rocks and a warm mist rose above it.

In another corner was a toilet and a set of sinks. They too were black and the floor was a light colored slate stone. In the other corner was a wooden enclosure. When Harry looked at him inquisitively, Severus opened the door and showed him it was a sauna.

Harry voiced his approval at both his taste and the luxuriousness of his bathroom. Severus explained that although he didn't normally have such comforts, the hot-spring was his one vice after so many hours of being in Voldemort's presence and subsequent torture. Harry nodded his head with an understanding that no 17 year should have.

"Enough talk of that vile bastard. I brought you here to calm you and to then take your innocence. Strip my Brat!" Severus said in mock sternness.

Harry's eyes showed his approval and lust. Then they shone with mischief. With a simple wave of his hand, both of their robes and clothes underneath had vanished.

Only years as a spy kept Severus from starting at the wandless magic that came so easily to Harry. " That's quite a trick my love. I have one to show you later. But for now let's make use of my spring."

Stepping into the hot water, Harry dropped under quickly and came up with his hair soaked. Severus did the same and pulled Harry close to him. Their kiss this time was unhurried and gentle. He wrapped his arms around the younger man and his hands worked out the tension in Harry's back. Harry responded to the kiss by running his fingers into Severus' hair. Harry maneuvered his way onto Severus lap and each felt the other's obvious arousal.

Harry, who had never had any experience, gasped at the hard thick length now pressed between the cheeks of his ass. He moaned into Severus mouth as he took control of the kiss. He explored Severus mouth with a passion that surprised the older man. He sucked at his tongue and bottom lip before gently biting it. This garnered a groan from the Potions Master and he rocked up against Harry.

Severus was surprised that Harry was showing such initiative. While he was definitely going to be a leader, his inexperience in some things usually kept him reserved until he had mastered what he needed to. However, in this it seemed that Harry was going to learn as quickly as he could and experience was the best teacher. Severus was also a little surprised at the long cock now resting against his stomach.

Harry had always been smaller due to his mistreatment at his relatives house. Over the past 2 years, with regular eating, training and the occasional hidden growth supplement slipped into his juice, Harry had filled out quite well. Although not as tall as he should have been, his 5'11" was more then respectable. His slim frame was in complete contradiction to his strength. Quidditch had started to form his muscles, but it was the physical training from the Order's Aurors that had finished it. Harry was certainly gorgeous. Tanned skin, emerald green eyes that no longer required glasses thanks to a potion Severus had created and midnight black hair that now reached his shoulders. Yes he was nearly every females dream. Along with half the males.

But the cock that was pressed into him now was more than proportional. If Severus was to guess, he would say at least 10 inches. He knew that he was thicker but shorter. As he rocked up into Harry, Harry rocked forward. The hot water surrounding them added to the friction between their bodies.

"Oh God, Sev. You feel so good against me. Please. Touch me. Show me everything. Make me yours." Harry moaned.

"Anything you want Harry. I am yours just as you are mine and I am going to show you that there is no one else for you but me." Severus breathed into his ear.

Turning Harry around, he pulled him flush against his chest and between his legs. Harry's head dropped back against his shoulder and Severus felt him relax into his chest. He reached for the sponge and his special soap. It was a special mix that Severus had created. Containing a therapeutic oil and a calming draught, it was scented with lavender and vanilla. Pouring it onto the sponge and worked it into a lather. He slowly washed Harry's neck, arms, chest and back. When he moved downwards, Harry jerked up into his touch but he avoided his groin completely. He laughed evilly at Harry's whimper of frustration.

Once he finished washing Harry's body he tilted his head back and washed his hair. By now Harry was relaxed but very frustrated. Severus had washed him and touched every part of his body except for the one part that desperately wanted his touch. And now he was washing himself and wouldn't allow Harry to touch him. What Harry didn't realize was, if Severus let Harry touch him, he wouldn't be able to control himself from taking the young man then and there with no preparation. Harry's innocence and passion was going to be his undoing and he needed to get himself in some state of calm.

But Harry wasn't having any of it. He turned around again and started kissing his lover. As he did he let his hands explore Severus body. Soon his lips worked their way down his neck and followed his hands as they moved over his chest. He took his time and when he gasped it seemed to Severus that he might be repulsed by what he saw. Severus knew that the years of childhood abuse, and torture under Voldemort had left him with some scars. But when Harry raised his eyes to met Severus it wasn't disgust or pity that he say. It was love and a little awe.

Harry recognized the unspoken fear. "Severus. . you are beautiful. Don't look at me like that. You are. Everything you have been thru and every mark left on your body should be a mark of pride and a testament to your strength. You are the strongest, most courageous, cunning and brilliant man I have ever known. You do so much for the order and for me and get no recognition for it. But I swear to you my love, when this is over, you will. I swear a Wizard's Oath that some day everyone will know the hero that I know."

Severus was surprised and touched by Harry's words. He hugged the younger man to him and whispered into his neck, "Thank you Harry. But please know that your's is all the respect that I need. Come it is time to teach you."

(Scene edited. For full version, check hpfandom dot net the same story and author name.)

They both collapsed after their love making. Each ruminating that they had never felt anything like this. And they never wanted to feel it with anyone else, every again.

Harry turned over to his breathless lover. "Severus Snape. I love you with all my heart and I will never stray. This oath I make on my soul and my magic."

Severus gasped. Surely Harry didn't mean that. But as the white glow of Harry's magic settled on them he knew it was true. "Harry Potter. I love you with all my heart and I will never stray. This oath I make on my soul and my magic."

Harry gasped this time. He knew how he felt and he had wanted to show Severus how sure he was about his feelings. But he never imagined that Severus would complete the oath.

"Thank you Severus. You have made me the happiest Gryffindor." he smirked.

"Oh Merlin, what have I done?" Severus smirked back.

end flashback

Severus dragged himself out of his daydreams and walked to the Great Hall for breakfast. It was still early but most students were there. He saw that Albus and Minerva were sitting at the Head table as well. Both looked to be in serious conversation and Minerva had tears in here eyes. As he approached, they both looked up at him with sympathy in their eyes. What the hell is going on, he thought.

"Minerva, Albus. Care to tell me the problem? What has you so upset? Is it the Slytherin is going to win the Quidditch cup for the fourth year in a row?" Severus teased the two Gryffindors.

Albus quietly shook his head and tears formed in his eyes. "No Severus. It has nothing to do with Quidditch."

"Well, what is it?" he demanded. "All this sappy tearfulness is making me ill."

Minerva chocked a little as she tried to explain. "Oh Severus. We're so sorry. If only we had known."

Starting to get frustrated, he slammed his hand down on the table. "Tell me what is going on that two of three most powerful beings in this school are blubbering like babies."

But before they could answer, one his seventh year students came up to them. "Oh, Professor Snape. Are you all right? I mean, how could he just leave you like that. Ungrateful Gryffindor."

Severus eyes became wide and he turned to his mentor. "What is he talking about Albus? Where's Harry?"

"I'm so sorry, my boy. Harry tendered his resignation this morning. He claimed that he couldn't stand to be around you any longer and needed to get away. Said that everything had been a lie from the beginning and now that his debt was repaid, he was leaving." Albus said quietly.

Severus' chest constricted. His heart stopped beating and he couldn't draw breath into his body. Harry. . .his Harry was gone. It had all been a lie? What was going on?

"What else did he say." he asked Minerva when his body allowed him enough control to speak.

"Just that he would contact us when he was settled and to give you this letter." she said as she held out the rolled up parchment.

Severus took the offending paper in his hands and quickly made his way from the hall. Tears were starting to trace down his cheeks and he needed to get back to their. . .his rooms before someone saw him.

Muttering the password, he entered and sat at his desk. As he unrolled the parchment he did something he hadn't done in years. He prayed. He prayed to Merlin. He prayed to the Christian's God, Yahweh. He prayed to Buddha. He prayed to any and every deity that was listening.

'Please, please let this be a joke. Let this be a lie. Let this be my imagination. Let me be dreamin. Please tell me he didn't say good-bye.'