"You're The Half-Blood Prince!"

Please read WHO IS THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE?, the prequel to this story. Thanks!

Summary & Disclaimers posted with Chapter 1

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!

Thank you to all my reviewers! I really appreciate all your kind thoughts! You made me grin, do a happy dance, and squeal with delight! Yes, I know I'm a bit wicked (the twist in ch.1), but it was fun, right? ! : D I hope you'll enjoy this chapter!

CHAPTER 2

SAME EVENING, IN THE DUNGEONS…

Severus was having a dream of his own.

He was in the library. As soon as he entered the restricted section, he knew something was… off. He stood still, ear trained for the smallest of sounds. A breath. Ha! Potter! In his damned invisibility cloak. Like a bat he swooped in for the kill and yanked the cloak off of the trembling Gryffindor. They were just inches from each other. Potter was panting, eyes wide and looking up at his Professor and Severus was glaring down in return.

"Potter, thought you wouldn't get caught? 20 points from Gryffindor and detention with me."

Potter just stared and panted.

Severus raised an eyebrow. "What? No protest? Not going to plead your case?"

"Why protest? I was bad, Professor. I deserve to be punished," Potter explained obediently.

Severus smirked. "Yes, you are a bad boy, Potter. A naughty boy," he whispered dangerously. "And what was a naughty boy like yourself doing here in the restricted section? Looking for evil hexes so you can terrorize my Slytherins?"

"I was –" Potter looked down and blushed. "I was trying to find information on the Half-Blood Prince. I can't find him anywhere."

"Oh, you have found him all right. You just don't know it yet."

"Who is the Half-Blood Prince?"

"Why do you want to know? Don't tell me you are still obsessed with him. I warned you to be careful about where you place your affections."

"I know, but I can't stop."

Severus leaned in and whispered into Potter's ear. "Do you really want to know? Would it shatter your world to discover it's an evil bastard like the Dark Lord, an old bearded coot like the Headmaster, or a greasy ugly git like myself?"

"You're not ugly, sir," Potter whispered softly.

Severus narrowed his dark eyes. "Detention, now. My office."

They entered his office, Potter following the Professor inside. Severus twirled around, grabbed Potter by the front of his robes and walked him backwards until he was against the wall.

"Now, Potter, tell me. Why when I warned you about the dangers of your obsession did you not stop?"

"I… just couldn't, sir," Potter managed, trembling. His wide green eyes and quivering lips made Severus grow hard.

"And what would you do if you discovered the identity of this Prince?" Severus spat out.

"I don't know," he said weakly.

Severus still had Harry by the robes. He stepped closer to him, leaned his head in and whispered dangerously. "Don't lie to me, Potter. I know you better than that. What would you do?"

Jewel bright green eyes looked deeply into coal black ones. "It would depend on who it was. After all, you said yourself I might be disappointed."

"I did indeed. You're a naughty boy, Potter. You disobeyed me. I told you to forget about the Prince."

"Are you going to punish me?" Harry panted.

"What do you think?" Severus purred. Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip.

"Your punishment begins now." Severus pushed his leg in between Harry's and leaned forward until his thigh barely grazed the bulge in Harry's trousers. "I'm going to give you your worst nightmare, Potter. I'm going to tell you who the Prince is. And you're not going to like it."

Severus paused to savor the anticipation on the teen's face. He looked deep into his green eyes. He pressed his thigh forward and the teen gasped. "The Half-Blood Prince… is me."

Potter closed his eyes. "Yesss," he hissed. Severus grew harder. He loved hearing Potter speak Parseltongue. He pressed his body even closer. Potter opened his eyes. "I wanted it to be you. I hoped it would be you." He lifted his chin up as if to ask for a kiss and wound his arms around the man, pulling him tight against him. "Take me, Professor. Take me. I'm yours."

Severus woke up, groaning in embarrassment over his dream. He didn't have such erotic dreams very often. Damn you, Potter, for being so insufferably irresistible. You are the ruin of me!

It had been a very long time since he had ever had such feelings for someone. He hated that of all people it had to be Potter. Son of his enemy and his once-best-friend. His student. His. Student. He wasn't happy about it. He felt like a dirty old man. But he knew that if he ever had a chance, as unlikely as it was, he wouldn't turn it down. He was starved for love, for affection. He longed for looks of pure bliss, carefree happiness, adoration, and unapologetic desire to be directed his way.

He wrapped his body around his pillow, hugging it tight with his arms, imagining that he was spooning his lover.

And yes… he longed for cuddles. But no one knew that. No one would ever know that.

Except maybe his lover, if he ever had one.

"Oh, what the hell. It's not going to hurt anyone." He still had an hour before he needed to get ready for the day. He had originally planned to ignore his morning wood or perhaps shock it away with a cold shower. But instead he decided to indulge in something he hadn't in awhile. He buried his face into the pillow as he moaned loudly. He stroked, pulled, and rubbed himself, at first slowly and then more frantically. He had forgotten how good it felt. He remembered flashes of his dream and let his imagination elaborate on what would happen next. Most would expect the greasy dungeon bat to be a selfish man who would put his own needs first. But when he fantasized, he most often imagined how he would pleasure his lover, not how he wanted to be pleasured. And that's what he did. That morning he thought about the things he wanted to do most to Potter's lean body, to make that boy pant, beg, moan, and cry out. He bucked his hips and breathed heavily. He imagined what it would be like to cover that lean body with kisses. He wondered whether Potter would like being scratched and nibbled at or would prefer the softer touches of a feather or of fur. He would definitely want to tease him a bit, to increase the anticipation and desire, before finally touching him where it ached the most to be touched. As he stroked and rubbed himself he imagined that it was Potter's cock he was touching. And then he imagined pleasuring him with his mouth while his hands roamed all over his body, to caress, squeeze, and maybe scratch. Those thoughts really excited him. But it was only when he fantasized about cuddling with his love and giving him sweet kisses that he finally climaxed with Harry's name on his lips.

He could be a harsh man. A cruel cold man. Sadistic, even. Everyone knew that. But what most didn't know (ok, everyone but Albus) was that he also had a softer side.

But he would tell no one, no one, that the idea of cuddling really gets him off.

Heh heh. : D I hope you enjoyed this. Yes this story will have both HP's & SS's POVs. More dreams/fantasies, as well as awkward moments in class, etc. but eventually there will be an actual confrontation. : D Any special requests… ? Please review – Thanks!