Warning: There is male /male adult content in this chapter. If you don't like that sort of thing please do not continue.

Chapter 3 – The Dream

"If our subconscious was attractive, we wouldn't have to bury it down deep within us." – Doug Copland

The darkness was complete and Harry was scared. He realised he was standing, on his own, just outside the gates of Hogwarts and a dark robed figure was approaching him. How the hell had he got there, he didn't know but at least unknown wizard walking toward him was coming from the Hogwarts side so he should be back within the safety of the wards soon. As he continued to peer through the darkness at the cloaked man approaching, he had an overwhelming sense of care and protection envelope him and his fear subsided slightly. However as the figure grew closer he immediately recognised the man as none other than Snape. Bloody typical, he thought. He was in serious trouble now and he had no idea how to explain why he was out of bed after curfew, he didn't even know the answer to that himself! Snape walked up to the gates silently and they opened at a wordless flick of his wand. He stood staring a Harry, unblinking, their faces now only inches apart. The look in Snape's eyes had Harry transfixed. They were deep black pools that Harry could almost feel himself drowning in, but what emotions were held within, he could not fathom. He could feel the heat radiating from Snape's body and it felt like he was being encompassed in a warm safe blanket. Harry started slowly closing the short distance between their two bodies whilst never breaking eye contact. He had no idea why he was moving closer to a man he hated, but he couldn't stop. His body was aching to be held, to be touched. He was lost in the sensations and didn't think twice about pressing against Snape's hard ridgid frame and encircling his arms around the Professors waist. He had still not taken his eyes away from Snapes so was now looking up at him, locked in an intoxicating staring match with those dark, smouldering eyes. Snape still silently looked down at him as he slowly began wrapping his cloak around Harry before pulling him even closer, into a tight embrace. Harry became aware he had become painfully hard, his cock pressing against Snape's muscled thigh. Snape gently moved his leg up and down slowly with an amused smirk. While Harry's mouth was open slightly i a gasp at the sensations rolling through his body from his groin his Professor leant his head down and their mouths met in a gentle, lingering kiss.

OH MY GOD! Harry shouted when he woke with a start, he was in bed in the Gryffindor tower dormitory he realised immediately . He was still rock hard and sweat was running down his face, his heart was pounding and he could hardly breathe. He quickly erected silencing charms as he wrapped his sweaty hand around his aching cock instinctively and groaned. Trying desperately to push all thoughts of Snape out his head he lay back further into the pillows and tried to compose himself. The more he tried to think of anyone or anything other than Snape, the more vivid the images, of the man who had just kissed and rubbed his leg against him became and the harder his cock got. Aching for release he finally gave in to the fantasy and thought of drowning in Snape's eyes whilst the man rubbed his well toned thigh against him. He started stroking himself hard and fast, it didn't take him long to reach climax, coming abruptly, hard with a loud scream, coating his hand and stomach in a warm sticky mess. Merlin, he thought, that was amazing as he collapsed bonelessly back against his pillows gasping. Moments later the realisation of what he had just done, hit him. What the hell is happening to me! He cast a quick tempus and realised he must have only been in bed for 30 minutes or so and it was just past curfew.

He had gone straight to bed after the welcoming feast with the intention of getting some peace to try work through his thoughts and feelings before having to face the coming year at Hogwarts; to prepare himself for the double defence against the dark arts class in the morning. He had obviously fallen asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. Jumping out of bed, he cast a quick cleaning charm and quickly got dressed. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and threw it over his head. He needed to get out of the dorm and he had always found that walking the corridors of the castle or sitting in the astronomy tower had, in the past, helped him clear his mind and focus his thoughts. He crept down the stairs and past his friends, who were still sitting chatting in the common room although everyone seemed a bit subdued this year. He overheard his name and "The Chosen One" being muttered from a group of 1st and 2nd years sitting huddled in a corner. He really didn't need to hear the awe in their voice and how everyone was relying on him to save the wizarding world he thought bitterly. How the bloody hell was he meant to do that when all he could currently think about was looking into a pair of deep black eyes and a muscular thigh, especially when they belonged to the most hated Professor at Hogwarts and a greasy sadistic git!

He opened the portrait hole quietly, just a crack, and slipped out. He walked slowly and quietly down from the Gryffindor tower, planning to just walk around for a bit then maybe head up to the astronomy tower for some air. As he walked, he went over the dream his is mind and shivered. He was fairly repulsed now at what his mind and body were doing to him but he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his gut when he thought about the tight embrace Snape had given him. He had felt so loved and cared for in his dream, something that he had never really experienced in reality. He was just reacting to all the years of being treated badly, by his so called relatives he thought. He wasn't sure why his mind had latched onto Snape as someone he could get any sort of comfort from. Maybe it was, as he had realised yesterday, because Snape didn't treat him with any sort of awe or reverence. He didn't think him special or capable of being anything other than a second rate, mediocre wizard. He was the only one that could see past the scar. The fact that Snape had indeed saved him from certain death, was something he normally tried not to acknowledge as anything other than circumstance, but he had to admit it was odd that it had always been Snape to pull him and his friends out of these situations alive. Even though it had been Dumbledore that had fought Voldemort in the department of Mysteries, it had been Snape that had alerted The Order to where Harry had gone. He realised his loathing of Snape was probably unfounded, yes the man treated him abysmally but he was starting to think, maybe that was an act, a part of the character Snape needed to portray to the outside world to maintain his position as a spy, or maybe he really did hate him and Harry would understand if he did. Harry knew that he reminded Snape of his childhood nemesis and he had given the man no reason to think he was any different to his Father. How on earth was he going to cope with having classes with the man this year, he needed to work out how he was going to react when Snape's inevitable taunting and point taking started in class tomorrow. He wanted to show Snape that he wasn't the arrogant, selfish brat he thought and was grateful for his protection over the years.

"My massssterss not in, little ssssnake but he'ssss on hissss way now" hissed a metal carving of a snake protecting the door Harry was standing outside. The hissing voice of the snake had broken his train of thought, Harry looked around and realised that, instead of having headed towards the Astronomy tower, he was standing outside the door to Snape's Quarters and he no longer had his cloak with him! He had taken it off when he had stopped briefly at a window to look out over the courtyard and get some cool air he remembered.

What the hell was he doing down here anyway, he thought in a panic as he turned to the snake and whispered in parseltongue. "I need your help, please can you tell me where your master is right now!" Harry hoped he had enough time to get away from the dungeons before Snape arrived.

"Sssstanding right behind you my little Ssssnake" the snake replied. Harry froze waiting for the inevitable barrage of derisory comments, point taking and the detention he was about to receive, feeling of panic rose in his chest. He stood frozen on the spot for what felt like an eternity, but he couldn't hear a sound, although he thought he could feel a presence like a heat radiating from behind him. Maybe the snake had lied to him, it's just the sort of thing Snape's snake would do to a rule breaking Gryffindor that found himself in the dungeons after curfew, although he was probably the only bloody Gryffindor stupid enough to be found outside Snape's Quarters in the middle of the night he thought incredulously! He slowly turned round, trying to ignore the building feeling of heat against his back, and looked straight into the dark fathomless eyes of his dream. He almost collapsed in shock, his knees wobbled dangerously, as he let out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding in a small gasp. His face was mere inches away from Snape's and all the sensations of his dream came flooding back. He struggled not re-enact the dream and move even closer to the man but then Snape suddenly broke the eye contact with a low growl and not saying a word to Harry muttered his password to the metal snake guarding his door and swept inside, leaving the door open behind him. Harry staggered backward slightly not knowing whether to flee or to follow Snape into his rooms.

"Are you going to stand there all night Potter, or are you going to come in and tell me what the hell you think you are doing out of bed, lurking outside my private rooms" a tired sounding Snape said, so quietly that Harry had just barely heard him.

Harry stepped inside thinking maybe if Snape gave him a particularly bad verbal lashing, he could go back to hating the man and all would return to "normal", in his abnormal life.

Snape was sitting back, with his legs sprawled out in front of him, in an emerald green comfortable looking armchair, facing an open fire. He had removed his outer robes and was only wearing a white shirt, that had been unbuttoned to show the pale skin of his neck, and a tight fitting pair of black trousers. His hair was tied back with an emerald green piece of material and he looked stunning, thought Harry as the light of the fire danced over his features. Harry stared at the man's profile, for who knows how long, with his mouth open and heart racing. Snape slowly looked up and over towards Harry, without moving his head and once again their eyes locked in an intense gaze.

"Are you going to tell me what you are doing here Potter?" Snape said in a slow deep resonate voice, that made Harry shiver.

" I eh well em..." Harry managed to stutter out, breaking the intense eye contact and looked at the floor in embarrassment. He didn't have a clue what to say. The effect Snape's eyes and current state of relative undress was having on Harry, was distracting. He was glad he had put his outer school robes on, the throbbing bulge under them was hidden nicely.

"Articulate as ever Potter. I see a summer with the Weasley's have unsurprisingly taught you little in the art of conversation" Snape said quietly, with no apparent malice in his voice.

"Sit down if you have something to say, otherwise please leave me in peace" he continued in the same tone as he gestured towards the armchair beside him.

Harry slowly made his way towards the offered chair. What in Merlin's name was he going to say to this man! He could hardly tell him that he had just gone out for a walk to clear his head after having wanked off to thoughts of HIM and had come harder than he had ever done in his life! But he didn't want to leave either.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, both staring at the flames dancing in the fireplace. Harry felt himself relax and for some reason was very comfortable in the man's presence like this.

The silence in room was suddenly broken a few minutes later by a gentle snoring coming from the man beside him. Wow Harry thought as he turned to look at Snape who appeared to be sleeping soundly.

He must be very tired to have fallen asleep like that with me here, he mustn't be too angry that I was out of bed after curfew. Harry leaned back in the chair and began to relax further, realising he wouldn't have to explain anything to Snape right now and could creep back to his own bed before the man awoke. Maybe Snape would even forget that this had happened at all, he thought hopefully. He looked over to where Snape was still sleeping peacefully beside him, letting his eyes travel over the man's body taking in the pale skin, slender neck and muscled chest and thighs. Merlin, he is beautiful in a strong masculine way Harry thought as he closed his eyes as if trying to memorise the sight. He had never felt so safe as he did right now, he felt comfortable and at home. Thoughts of finally being complete and whole drifted through his tired mind as he fell asleep.

A/N I hope if there is anybody reading this you are finding it ok. I am a little unsure of myself in this style of writing!... should I continue?