"You're The Half-Blood Prince!" Chapter 1

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Summary: Sequel to "Who is the half-blood prince?" 6th year, slight AU. Harry has a crush on the Half-Blood Prince and an attraction to Prof. Snape (DADA Prof, formerly Potions Prof). When he discovered that they are one- and- the- same, he decides to confront the man. Will Harry's wildest dreams come true?

Warnings: Rated M for a reason! HPSS, Slash, Snarry… In other words, kissing & other very intimate activities (some quite naughty) between Harry & Snape. Additionally, Harry is 16 years old & Snape is his teacher. Also, language, including F-bombs and kinky word-play. Don't like, don't read! You have been warned!

Disclaimers: Don't own anything you recognize. Just having some naughty fun with these characters.

Previously in "Who is the half-blood prince?"

Harry knocked on the door.

"Enter."

"Professor?"

"Mr. Potter. What is so important for you to interrupt me while I mark essays?"

"I don't mean to disturb you, it's just that –"

"Spit it out Potter."

"Iknowyou'rethehalfbloodprince!"

Silence.

CHAPTER 1

"You disobeyed me, Potter," Snape finally answered silkily. "I told you to forget about the Prince."

"I know, sir. But I couldn't forget about him. I couldn't forget about you."

Harry slowly walked towards the Defense Professor's desk, where the man sat with a stack of essays. The coal-black eyes stared at him piercingly.

"I suppose you'll have to punish me, Professor," Harry suggested in a dark tone.

Snape set down his quill. "Suppose? I most certainly will! But whatever should I do with you, Potter? The usual punishments of docking points and detentions do not seem to work on you."

"Well, sir, if you prefer punishment of the corporal sort, I will obediently bend over your desk and accept my punishment without complaint. You could do whatever you feel is necessary to drive the point home. Or, if you prefer that I perform an act of service, then I could polish your wand, among other desired services."

Snape's eyes narrowed, but Harry could see the desire in them. Yes, Snape knew exactly what Harry meant. "And what makes you think that I would let you near my wand?"

"I'm really good at polishing, sir. I promise that I won't disappoint you," Harry stated confidently.

"And if I decide on such punishments, how will I know that you will learn your lesson to not disobey me?"

"I only want to please you, Professor."

"Very well, Potter," Snape finally replied with a smirk and raised eyebrow. "I'm sure that I will need to punish you thoroughly so that, as you put it, I can drive the point home. You may begin by polishing my wand." Snape's eyes glittered as he stared down the bold Gryffindor in front of him.

"As you wish, Professor," Harry answered, suppressing a grin. "Where do you want me to perform this service?"

"Here, at my desk," Snape raised an eyebrow.

Harry approached the front of the desk and then slowly made his way around the side. He was throbbing with excitement but also very nervous. He hesitated.

"My wand is in its usual place. I don't suppose you need help finding it?" Snape teased cruelly.

"No, sir, I believe I can find it without help."

Snape pushed his chair back without getting up, giving just enough room for Harry to get into position. When Harry reached the professor's side, he got down on his knees and crawled under the desk so that he was right in front of his professor's chair. He ran his hands up the man's thighs then groped at the hard bulge between the legs. Snape bit his lip as he suppressed a moan, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. Harry then began to unbutton the man's trousers so he could pull his aroused member out.

Harry woke up. "Fuck!" he hissed. Just when my dream was about to get really good! He was rock-hard and aching for release. He sat up, drew the curtains around the bed, then grabbed his wand and muttered a silencing charm so he would have privacy. He settled back into bed and pulled down his pajama pants. He stroked himself, imagining his mouth on his professor. His mouth watered, wondering how his professor looked and tasted. He knew it was so wrong, but he couldn't stop thinking about and desiring him. He brought his hand to his mouth, licked his palm and fingers thoroughly, then stroked himself some more. The heightened sensation was unexpected – why hadn't he thought to do that before? He licked his hand again, surprised by the flavor of his cock. He moaned, imagining that he was tasting his professor, the Half-Blood Prince, his Prince. He stroked himself faster and pulled at himself, losing himself in the fantasy of giving his Prince a blowjob. It didn't take very long for him to finally climax, and when he did he cried out Snape's name. He was completely spent. He had felt like his mind had exploded. He had never come that hard before. He laid for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow, then spelled himself clean, pulled up his pants, and went back to sleep with a grin on his face.

AN: Oh, my! Poor Harry – it was just a dream! Will Harry be satisfied with having dreams and fantasies of his Prince, or will he actually do something about it? How does the Prince feel about him and how will he react to such a confrontation? Does the Prince have dreams about Harry? Please stay tuned!

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