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Warnings: Voyeurism, Harry is fifth year. This story is slash and is sexual in nature. Please do not read if this bothers you. HP/SS
Insomnia
The few torches that are lit give off a muted light but do nothing to dispel the chill of the night. Harry adjusts his invisibility cloak as he heads across the great hall. He has no destination. He has never liked the darkness of night that envelops his dorm magnifying his loneliness. The soft noises of sleep from behind the bed curtains of his dorm mates seem to mock him nightly, so he leaves them behind.
For a moment he wishes he has Hermione's love of books so that he could find a moment of escape in their pages. He's tried. As soon as he begins reading, his mind cries out in the quiet that surrounds him. His eyes trace out the words but after a time he realises that he has no idea what he's read. He's tried everything. Nothing stops his mind from turning over what is coming….what is expected of him. The nights are the worst.
So on this night, like so many others before it, he walks. It's 3 am and he knows everyone is asleep. In this hour, the castle belongs to him. The students who stay up late studying in their dorms, the teachers who are finishing their marking for the next day, Dumbledore and the members of the Order who work into the early hours are all safely tucked away in their beds. He doesn't expect to run into Snape either. He's never seen him out in these hours. He suspects that Voldemort doesn't require Snape during the school week should it arouse suspicion, but this is only a theory As such, precautions must be taken and it is for this reason that Harry wears the cloak. Hooch won't be up for her run around the lake for another couple of hours. Students who have left their work for the pre-breakfast hours will not be stirring. Filtch and Mrs. Norris often start their days early but not yet.
Not now. Now is for him.
He turns down a familiar hallway. One he's travelled along many nights before this and will travel again on many nights to follow. He enters the trophy room and stops in front of the trophy case. He touches the glass and outlines the shape of the plaque. He leans in and rests his forehead watching as a circle of fog grows and shrinks with every breath he takes. He pays homage to his father. He rolls his body around to lean against the trophy case and rolls his head to look around the room. In a way he cherishes these hours. They are his and he only need be himself. He sighs heavily pushes off the trophy case and heads back out on his journey.
He finds himself heading for the Slytherin dungeons. He doesn't ask himself why, he just follows his feet. He's walking down a corridor he doesn't recognise but that doesn't surprise him as he rarely explores this part of the castle. This is enemy territory.
There is something strange about this corridor but Harry can't place what it is. He feels…not like someone is watching him…but quite the opposite. He stops to take a closer look at his surroundings and whispers a lumos. The walls have large tapestries hanging from the low ceilings. There are suits of armour and carved sculptures along the length of it with portraits hanging between the tapestries….but wait! He looks closer. There are no portraits. He walks a bit further along inspecting the paintings, one, then another, and another. He sweeps his gaze over the walls. He sees landscapes of the Highlands, of pastures with animals grazing on hills, a large tree bending to the will of strong wind and rain, but no portraits. No people. No one is watching. He considers why this disturbs him and only then does he realise that he hasn't been as alone as he thought on his night time travels. He smiles to himself as he feels a bit lighter, a bit freer and he continues to explore the area.
The corridor leads into another. He can choose to go to the right or to the left. He feels like he did back in first year when the whole castle was new and every night of insomnia lead to a small adventure. He looks to the left and sees more tapestries and paintings, a couple of gargoyles and suites of armour. He looks to the right and sees a door. He looks behind him in surprise. There are no doors along this corridor nor along the one to the left. He turns right, quietly cancelling his lumos. He makes his way by the dim light of the wall tourches.
He's glad he left his slippers on rather than wearing his shoes as the ground is stone. There are no carpet runners here as there are in many of the other corridors. Again, he adjusts his invisibility cloak. It doesn't fit him as well as it did when he was small. He makes his way along towards the door. He tries the handle. It's unlocked. A door likely leads to somewhere! He smiles to himself as his heart quickens. He opens it slightly. Slowly. He creeps up tight against the wall and peeks through the open crack.
Inside is a large storage room filled with old cauldrons stacked haphazardly on shelves. Benches are stacked along one side with tables one on top of the other pushed up against the wall. There is an obvious layer of dust in the room and cobwebs clustered in the joists of the rafters. Once he's sure he's alone he casts a lumos. He opens the door enough so that he can enter. He sees that along the other side the wall is covered in glass cabinets filled with jars covered in so much dust that it is difficult to see what they contain, if anything. He walks closer and notices most are empty and some are broken. Then he notices that one cabinet is open and there is a void in the dust where a jar has been recently removed.
He hears something shuffle against the back wall and jumps. Realizing it must have been an animal, (a mouse perhaps?) he gives himself a shake. He goes over to take a closer look at the back of the room and notices that the room is not rectangular. There is a small area off to the right about the size of Dudley's second bedroom. This space, too, is stacked high with unused and forgotten equipment and furniture. On the far side, again, is a door…a door with a faint glow of light seeping out from under it. He quickly whispers 'nox' and immerses himself in darkness, holding his breath, listening.
Without the glow of his wand there is still enough light for him to notice that the door is ajar. He moves closer, being careful not to make any noise with his cloak. He looks in and sees another room with books covering the walls from the floor to the ceiling. There is a fire place in the far corner. A dark couch and two large chairs all surround the unlit grate. The room is too dark to see the colour of the chairs. He eases the door open and notices the light is coming from one of the other doors leading off of the room. He inches closer slowly closing the door behind him. He thinks he can hide safely in here if needed and he doesn't want the open door to alert whoever might be here.
As he moves across the room he notices that the furniture is leather. He can't be sure if it's brown, or black or blue but they sit on the edge of a thick light coloured shag rug that is in front of the hearth with a coffee table between them. He silently berates himself telling himself to turn around and go back to his dorm but his curiosity is too great.
He gets to the door with the light and looks in. He swallows a gasp as he sees one of the most luxurious bathrooms he's ever seen. Even more so than the prefects bathroom. It seems as though the entire room has been carved from one piece of white marble. The floor leads seamlessly to a set of four stairs leading up to a large bathtub. If it was any larger Harry would be pressed to say it's a swimming pool. The counter is also made of this marble with two sinks carved into it and black obsidian cabinet doors beneath it. Opposite to the bathing tub, the floor has steps down to a large shower with many different shower heads all pointing to the center of the shower. There is no door to this shower, but it's so large that the water wouldn't escape. There is another open door directly across the room and he can see a large bed beyond. He sees a shadow pass and pulls back a bit and then remembers that he is not visible.
Suddenly the far door frame is filled with a man.
A very naked man.
A very naked Snape.
Harry feels a rush of blood pool in his groin and reminds himself to question that later. Harry watches closely as Snape moves to turn on the shower holding his hand under the spray waiting for the water to warm. Harry admires his taut backside. While the water is running he moves to the sink where Harry can see his long, lean profile clearly. His hair is greasy as usual and his face is as harsh as it always has been. It is Snape's body that captures Harry's attention now. Is this the body that is usually covered and buttoned up as tightly as the potion master himself?
His legs are long and thin but defined muscles are evident beneath the dark coating of hair. Harry moves his eyes appreciatively up those legs to his hips which look like they have very little meat to spare. Snape is brushing his teeth and leans over to spit and as he does his long cock swings into view and again Harry feels a rush of blood to his groin. He's half hard and gives himself a squeeze.
Snape stands up straight and turns off the taps as he looks at himself in the mirror. He pauses. Harry can't see his eyes but Snape's stance betrays his weariness. He sighs as he heads for the shower. Harry shifts his position a little to get a better view. Snape holds his hand out and watches the water spray over it and steps into the shower. He adjusts a few knobs and all of the shower heads are spraying him at different angles. He starts to lather his body with the soap and Harry nearly lets a moan escape as he watches those long slender fingers roam over the surprisingly defined chest. Snape washes his hair, soaps his legs, arms, chest.
Harry leans forward as those long fingers slide down his chest following the trail of dark hairs and nestle in the mound of curls at the base of his cock. Then they curl around the cock and slide along to the end. And back down. And up…and Harry realises that Snape is doing more than washing his penis. He's stroking it. Harry grabs his own now hard cock beneath his pyjama bottoms and gives it another squeeze.
Snape works slowly as he runs his other hand over his nipples pinches them. He flicks his finger back and forth across one nipple and then the other as his cock fills and hardens. He then leans his forehead against the shower wall and while stroking his ever growing cock with one hand, he reaches back and runs his other hand over the mounds of his round arse squeezing them, moaning. His breathing is noticeably heavier and Harry breathes to match.
Snape slides his hand up to the top of his arse and then slowly slips one finger between the two cheeks as his hand moves back down. He spreads his feet out as he starts teasing his hole and speeds up the stroking of his now fully hard cock. Harry can see the purple glans that have pushed past the foreskin. Snape turns to lean his back against the shower wall giving Harry a full frontal view of Snape furiously bringing himself to completion. Snape abandons his hole and moves around to fondle the heavy balls, rolling them in his hand. His mouth is slack and his head is thrown back as he gives himself over to experiencing the pleasure. Harry pushes his hand down the front of his pyjama bottoms and grabs his balls giving them a tug to stave of the impending orgasm he feels building up. A low guttural moan reaches Harry's ears as he watches a stream of come shoot from the massive cock seemingly taunting him and teasing him. Harry is mesmerized and absently licks his lips, not taking his eyes off of that pulsing, purple cock.
Snape seems to bodily deflate as his cock does and turns to give himself one last rinse and turns off the shower. He steps out and grabs a towel wrapping himself in it, walks into the bed chamber, mutters 'nox' and closes the door behind him.
Harry can't move. He is as hard as he can ever remember being and tugs again on his balls wondering what to do next. He waits and watches for a few minutes then closes the door that he has been watching through. He looks around the dark room and realizes he must be in Snape's chambers. The door he came through must be an old storage room off of the back as he knows he's on the far side of the main Slytherin corridor.
He moves to sit in one of the chairs by the cold hearth recognising that he is too hard to walk back to his dorm room right now. He sits and waits for his arousal to dissipate but he can't get the image of Snape out of his mind and his cock keeps twitching, demanding attention.
How is it that a man ~Snape!~ has got him so hard? He's not gay. He's sure his isn't. He's never checked out a guy or thought any of his classmates were hot. Harry decides to be honest with himself as he's never thought that of his female classmates either. Could he be gay? His mind wanders back to the image of that massive purple cock and his own twitches in response.
He slides one hand down the front of his pyjamas bottoms, grabbing and squeezing himself while his other hand slides up the front of his pyjama shirt flicking and teasing his nipple. Oh! That felt good! His cock pulses in his hand in agreement. He'd never thought of that as being a place guys would feel anything special. He knew some of the mechanics of sex and had always thought that that was a place you would touch a girl. He moans to himself: Merlin he's so hard!
He looks back over at the door and notices no light and the door is firmly closed. He pulls his pyjama bottoms down and hooks the elastic under his balls freeing his penis. He continues flicking his finger back and forth across his nipple while squeezing and tugging at his cock with the other. He teases the slit with his finger spreading the copious amounts of precome over his glans. It doesn't take long and a small moan escapes as he spurts his sticky fluids all over the inside of his invisibility cloak. He keeps stroking and he milks himself until he's spent.
He can smell his release and as he comes out of his aroused haze he realises he's still in Snape's rooms. He tucks himself back in and wipes his hand on his pyjama top as he works his way back out to the store room from which he came. He carefully closes the door but leaves it slightly ajar as it was found. Once he's across the room and back out in the corridor he pauses to catch his breath. To breathe.
He looks around once more, closes the door, cleans himself off with a flick of his wand and makes his way back along the strange corridor on rubbery legs. Across the Grand Entrance and back up in Gryffindor Tower, he puts his cloak into his trunk, wards it and climbs under the red and gold covers of his bed pulling the curtains closed around him. He lies back on his pillow thinking about what he saw and he drifts asleep with new images and new thoughts swimming around in his minds eye. He sleeps soundly.