A dream of Severus Snape
DECEMBER, 1974
It was about to be Christmas, on his 4th year at Hogwarts, and Severus Snape was between nervous and happy. Christmas meant going back to home with his parents, who were always shouting and arguing strongly. His father was an unhappy bitter muggle with drunken tendencies who didn't care about neither him nor his mother. She, on the contrary, loved him, but she could not defend him, she seemed to be subjugated and linked in some why to him. What Severus could never understand, was why Eileen Prince, stayed in that dismal house, married whit that horrible man, after all those years of sadness and wretchedness.
On the other hand, living in his childhood home, meant spending time with Lily. He had her all to himself. Nonetheless, that year, destiny had other plans for him. In the wrinkled letter full of blots that could have been tears, Eileen was telling him that he was going to spend those Christmas days with the Black Family –old friends of the Prince family- due the increased violence showed lately by his father. She didn't want her only son to be mistreated and bullied by his own parents. His worst nightmare was just about to happen: share roof with Sirius Black. Luckily, he could stay locked and left alone in the guest's bedroom the whole holidays. However, the worst side of the situation was that he would not be able to see Lily, talk to her or just… be with her. Here mere presence was a breath for his lungs, meant the life to him. He was going to be deprived of the only thing that mattered in this painful nonsense world.
Once at Kings Cross, he looked for Regulus to get together to Grimmauld Place, 12th. No one came to pick up them; it was Kreacher who welcomed the youngest of the Blacks and his odd companion and teleported the two Slytherins. At last, some little luck on his side: Sirius was going to stay with the Potters, although the Black Minors was, despite Severus's intern pleas, full of people. Apart from the Black parents, there were also some uncles, nephews, cousins, and family friends.
A world apart, compared with the Prince family gatherings. He spend most of the time reading, preparing his next exams and thinking about Lily locked in the room he shared with Regulus, in an attempt to avoid the falsely cheerful family, their nasty jokes and the malicious comments about any other member in the house (including him), their empty chitchats here and there, and the grumpy house-elf.
How would Lily be? Would she argue often with Petunia? His last thought every night before falling sleep was for her, and so was his first mental image in the morning. In addition, hormones played tricks on him and he often found himself thinking about her in such ways that he was grateful that nobody knew Legilimency. If he masturbated, he was always thinking about her.
Christmas dinner was a torture, and New Year's Eve was even worse. Alcohol was abundant and abused by almost everyone. As for him, he hated alcohol as much as his father so he had not even tried it. For him, it was just another ordinary night.
Toward dawn, he thought he had let enough courtesy time pass by, so that he would not be frowned upon retiring to his quarters.
The noise went through the walls and not being able to sleep, he simply laid down reading a book. Bellatrix, Sirius's cousin whom he knew for being a few courses older than he is, suddenly entered the room. She was obviously drunk.
- You are Severus, aren't you?
- Yes. And you are Bellatrix. Are you lost?- answered him sharply.
- How nice… Why aren't you downstairs, at the party like everyone else?
- I was there. I just left 30 minutes ago. I'm bored and I don't like parties.
- You are weird… But you know what? That makes you sexy. Mystery suits you.
- What do you know?
- You don't take compliments?
- Leave me alone.
- Fuck me. I wanna fuck you to celebrate the year that just began. I want you to fuck me, wildly.
Snape laughed out loud at the surreal statement. When he could stabilize his breathing but still with tears in his eyes, he shouted:
You are crazy as hell! Make us both a favour and leave me alone.
The girl was still, with a deep look in her eyes. Seeing that she was serious, he stiffened, changing his face and said as calm as he could:
Look. You really are crazy. I'm not gonna be your toy. You were about to abuse a 14 years old innocent kid. Don't embarrass yourself anymore and please. Leave m...
Suddenly, before he could even move she threw herself on him and kissed his mouth, hungrily. Panting, he could finally release from her weight. - You are MAD! Get out of here. NOW!
He was really angry now and threw her out of the room as best as he could. Who the hell was that girl? What was she asking for? And for gots sake, above all, why him? She was mad butpretty; she could have all the guys she wanted drooling behind her. If she was hot, she only had to shop around central London and would surely be come back home well accompanied. He, on the other hand, only has eyes for a certain ginger head girl. That night she appeared in her dreams.
He was very hot, his hard member was repressed in his pants. He did not know how he had gone to Hogwarts, but there he was, in his room with the girl between his legs, lowering his underwear. His penis was harder than ever now she had begun to lick it. Slowly but firmly. Sure of what she did, he surrounded the tip with his tongue. He wanted her to eat the whole phallus but she kept making the feint. She was killing him! When he thought he could not stand anymore, she finally put the member in her mouth and started going up and down pressing the glans with her tongue. With one hands she massaged the testicles and with the other she accompanied the mouth by the trunk. When he was about to cum, she stopped. He raised his face, gave a direct mischievous look to his black eyes and licked his phallus again. It did not take long to come, and having had delayed the moment, the feeling was greater.
Suddenly he woke up. He was wearing the black pajama pants lowered to his ankles: his member halfway up and the genitals were full of what looked like saliva and had semen spread over the navel. Beside him, sitting on the floor Bellatrix looked at him with an unhealthy smile. She put her index finger on her lips and in the night silence, she left. He picked up the wand and wiped himself.
It had been a fantastic dream but he could not help but hate Black's cousin. He wanted to forget what he had seen. Her intention to be a virgin the first time she was with Lily had been cut in half. An irrational feeling of guilt seized him. He spent the rest of the holidays with his nose stuck in his books and did not look again at Bellatrix. He hated her more than James Potter himself. His only wish was to be able to look Lily in the eyes again and that this memory would not cloud the moment. He hoped that she would never notice or know anything. Merlin, he loved her!
