*Nitor is latin, means light, shining; [figuratively] beauty or charm

Chapter Three – Half-Blood Prince on a Half-Blood Horse

The eyes came back in his dream again. But this time they weren't just looking at him. No, they did something else. They shined. And glimmered. And he saw lust in them. And he moved and the eyes closed. He moved again and there was a sound.

There hadn't been any sound before. There had only been the eyes. But this time it was more. The sound came again. It was a moan. It was a good sound. It made him eager to move again. To thrust. In. He was thrusting into someone. And it was good. More than good, actually. It was fucking amazing.

And the eyes opened again. They were green. Such a beautiful green. He knew the eyes very well. They always showed hate when they looked at him. But not now. Now they were different. They showed passion. And adoration. And want. And need.

And he thrust again. And the eyes connected with his and there was a moan again. But this time it was a name. His name. The voice belonged to a man. A man said his name. The eyes belonged to that man too. But who was the man?

He knew the man. He must have known the man as he was seeing his eyes in his dreams.

He thrust again to hear his name one more time. Maybe he would recognize the man from his voice. But 'one more time' wasn't enough. He wanted to hear it over and over. Just that one, eager word.

He saw lips. Lips were new too. He touched them with his thumb. They were soft. And they were nice. Kissable. Kiss. He kissed the lips. They felt even softer this way. And sweet. So damn sweet. There was a moan again. But this time it was his. He moaned. It was because of the kiss. And the thrusting. Oh yes, kissing and thrusting into that man felt really fucking awesome.

He touched. His hands caressed and shifted and they touched something smooth and silky. It was hair. Smooth, silky, black hair was between his fingers.

"Severus…" He heard the moan again.

"Harry…" He heard himself moan as an answer.

Severus woke up sweating and panting. And at that very second he already knew something was wrong because his hand slid down on his body and went under his black pants and boxers decisively. He grabbed his cock and started jerking off. He thought about the dream, he recalled every detail, every sweet taste and every ardent voice. He thought of Harry Potter as his fingers ran over his erection madly.

He never jerked off after a dream about Potter, although the dreams happened a few times in the past and every time, he woke up hard. But he never let his body have release after dreaming about that man. But not this time. He gave in to his cravings, welcoming the joyful sensation of arousal.

He thrust into his hand as he had thrust into Potter in the dream. Oh yes it was good, his hand skimming his erection forcefully, then slowly, then speeding up again. His thumb was skating on the tip of his cock, circling smoothly on the wet skin.

Fuck, he was so hard. He grabbed the back of the chair and moved even more eagerly. He groaned as he felt the head of his erection emerge from between his tight grip. Oh it was sweet. Like Potter's lips. Mmm, Potter's lips would be more than sweet on his cock, sucking his erection; those eyes, filled with lust, glistening at him as a fervent tongue would be moving around his shaft. Yes, oh yes that was what he wanted. And so much more.

He pushed up his hips one more time before he came shaking into his hand and over his stomach. "Ahh yeah…"

He didn't move for several minutes as the bliss of his orgasm passed through him, leaving him still shaking, half sitting, half lying in his armchair he had fallen asleep last night.

He should get up and have a quick shower like every day. It must have been way after six, and he usually woke up at six. He didn't even had a class till half past eleven Why would he get up then? He cleaned himself with a wave of his wand, and then with another wave, he made his clothes disappear. Only his boxers were on him when he moved to the settee and lied down. Within seconds, he fell asleep again; before he drifted to the passionate fields of dreams, he thought that something was absolutely unusual- he wasn't really the 'jerk off then have a nap' type.

He woke up a few minutes before eight.

"That's better…" He mumbled, stretching his body like a cat. Lying lazily on the settee, he realized what felt extraordinary. The simple fact, that usually he never did this. He woke up at six had a quick shower and went down to the Great Hall to have breakfast then worked either in the class or with a potion or on some tests he had to correct. He knew it was the Arbitrium Liberum doing this to him but he didn't care. He didn't feel this good in a long time. He got enough sleep, had a hot dream, a pleasurable morning and now would have a long, hot, and satisfying shower. Yes, that sounded exactly like what he wanted.

o.O.o

Harry was in the Great Hall, having a delicious breakfast. But no matter how fine all the meals were, he couldn't enjoy them. He was too worried.

Snape didn't show up this whole morning, however usually by this time they run into each other at least three times. But, of course, not this day. Of course, not after the night Snape drank something that could have made him unable to move or breathe or something. Harry hoped it was just a coincidence and Snape was alright. He would have some time before his class started, so he could just check on Snape if he didn't come down to have breakfast. Just to be sure.

He finished his meal quickly and ran to Snape's quarters, when the man still didn't show up. He knocked on the door lightly at first, but when there wasn't any answer, he started banging the door with his fist.

"Snape, open up, it's me." He shouted a couple of times.

He was drumming on the wood with two hands when he finally heard that dark, smooth voice.

"Alright, alright Potter, just shut it!" The door opened up, revealing a Severus Snape who clearly just came out of a shower as he was still pretty wet and wearing only a towel. A very small towel, Harry thought desperately.

"What's wrong with you this early in the morning?" Snape asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You didn't show up at breakfast. I was worried that you… that the potion…" Harry's voice faded as Snape leaned against the doorframe, the towel barely covering his groin, leaving a white thigh to be seen for Harry's wandering eyes.

Harry gulped at the scene. He was already freaking aroused. Not good.

"You were worried? How nice of you. Want me to…" Snape slid a hand across his chest, Harry's eyes following his moves as his long fingers played with the edge of the towel. "… show my gratitude?"

"Uh. No, that's… uhm unnecessary." Snape tucked a leg against the frame, this way the towel slid down from his right thigh, covering only his groin and left leg. Harry prayed for that the little knot to hold on. Or to loosen. He didn't know which he wanted more.

He made a few steps backwards and forced his gaze to stare into the black eyes.

And then he just stood there and stared.

"So you just came to see if I'm alright, then?" Snape asked.

"Yep…that's all I wanted." Harry nodded but still didn't move.

"What a shame that is…" Snape drove a hand through his dripping wet hair. Harry felt dripping wet himself. The man in front of him was simply gorgeous with his slim, white body and deep, rough voice. "I could give so much more."

"Uh." What the hell; was that a teasing, seductive smile at the corner of Snape's lips? Shit, Snape didn't smile at him seductively, that was sure. That would pretty much mean the end of the world. And still… that smile felt just fucking seductive to Harry. And arousing. Great, he had to teach a bunch of seven years Gryffindors and Slytherins with an aching hard on.

"Fuck, I have a lesson." Harry shook himself. He had to get out of this trance. "Want me to grab something for you to eat? Breakfast is almost over."

Snape pushed himself from the door and stepped right in front of Harry, who pretty much freaked out by that. He could smell Snape's scent, which was amazing, to say in the least. Inches away from him was a hot man, the sexiest in Europe -in the galaxy- wearing only a towel. When exactly had this morning gotten this complicated?

"I want you to grab something for me but that's not food." Snape whispered and Harry just didn't dare ask what it was. The dark tone suggested something so promising Harry just didn't dare speak up.

He didn't realized his mouth fell open until Snape pressed his pointing finger under his chin and pushed up his jaw, closing his mouth.

"Bye Potter." Snape said, turning around and Harry almost fell to the floor. He wanted to say something, anything would have been better than this obviously desperate silence, but the door started closing. Through the half closed door he still managed to catch the towel falling to the carpet, revealing a nice, white, probably hard ass. Said ass stopped moving further away and Harry felt himself hypnotized as his gaze shifted upwards to the lean body, exploring not just the tight ass but the slim waist, the projecting hipbone, the well-built back and shoulders, the smug smirk, and the darkly shining black eyes.

He could swear he saw a wink before the door closed.

o.O.o

Ten minutes later Harry was leading his students out to the park. It was a warm autumn day and he was glad for that, because he needed some fresh air that the classroom couldn't provide him.

"Mr. Allen, if you do that again, I will have to take points from you." He turned to a Slytherin boy who was trying to sneak a small snake into a Gryffindor girl's collar. "Now give me that snake."

"Hello." Harry said to the animal.

"You speak the language." The snake answered.

"Yes." Harry smiled gently. "You belong to him?" He motioned towards the kid, who looked slightly shocked.

The snake nodded and turned towards Allen.

"Is he good to you? Do you want me to take you from him?" Harry asked nicely but determined.

The snake hissed and raised her head higher, showing her anger. Harry had to smile at that. "It's alright, I understand."

"Uhm… Professor… Sir?" Allen asked hesitantly.

"Yes Phil?" Harry turned towards him with a smile now that he knew he cared for his snake.

"Sir… could you… uhm could you ask her if she… if she's alright with being with me? I can let her go if she wants to… I'd miss her but… if she wants to go…" The buy stuttered anxiously, not looking at his classmates.

"She doesn't want to go. She loves you, boy." Harry told Allen then turned towards the little reptile.

"He was asking if you want to go. He is willing to let you if you want. He said he would miss you though. I told him you love him and you want to stay with him. Is that alright?"

"Yes but… there is something."

"Go on."

"I'm lonely." The snake said sadly.

"Oh…"

"The girl he tried to put me in the neck of also has a snake. A male. We meet sometimes and we like each other but the children… they are in different houses. And both of them have a secret crush on the other. So they don't dare search for each other's company. I miss my Severus." The snake lowered his head on Harry's palm.

"You miss who?" Harry asked in disbelieve.

"Severus. That is his name. I am Nitor*."

"You have a beautiful name, my dear." Harry hissed in Parseltongue, and then turned towards the Gryffindor girl.

"Miss Doyle, I was informed by Nitor that you have a snake as well."

"Yes, Sir, I do." The girl blushed lightly.

"Why don't you let your snake and Allen's meet from time to time? They would be verygrateful to you." Harry smiled nicely.

Miss Doyle looked at Allen with a questioning look. When the boy nodded, she blushed even deeper. "That is a good idea, Sir." She said then grinning shyly.

"Great." Harry nodded happily then turned towards Nitor. "Well, it's solved. Nice to meet you, Nitor and please give my best to Severus as well."

"I will. It was nice finally meeting you Harry Potter."

"Well, Mr. Allen. Your snake. Take care of her." Harry reached his hand towards the Slytherin boy and the little snake slid quickly around his master's wrist up until she settled around Allen's neck like a beautiful necklace.

"And now, let's return to why we are here. Today we are going to learn about the Patronus spell. Who knows anything about it? Yes, Mr. Gaiman?"

And the lesson started. First Harry explained the theory behind the spell then showed them his own Patronus. When the stag appeared brightly shining in the middle of the circle they stood in, Harry felt his heart warm up. Hey dad, he welcomed the animal who looked at him in the eyes.

Several girls around them were whispering "Beautiful" while the boys were eager to try out the spell themselves.

"Do not worry if you don't succeed the first time. It is a very hard spell." He said a few minutes later, walking around the children. It brought back nice memories from his past, teaching this one spell to a bunch of students. "Just keep thinking about a very happy memory. You have to concentrate hard and-" At that second something huge and long appeared in the grass not so far from him. It was Allen's Patronus. A giant snake, exactly like Nitor only 30 times bigger. "You just earned twenty-five points for your house, Mr. Allen." Harry laughed at the astonished boy. However he knew that there was something else which made the boy even happier. The proud glance he earned from Miss Doyle and the gentle hiss from Nitor.

Harry wandered among his students, helping them, giving them advices and he realized again how much he loved teaching. He always wanted to become an Auror, but after he taught his friends in his fifth year he started comprehending that he rather helped others, passed on his knowledge than fought against dark wizards. He became an Auror none the less but after a year he came back to Hogwarts to teach. Voldemort had been more than enough for him to battle with.

Suddenly the boy next to him cried up in awe.

"What's that?" He asked his neighbor.

Harry looked up too and immediately saw what they talked about. There was a black point flying towards them. Harry eyed it for a minute and thought it was a thestral but then the beast came closer and he saw the wings were cover with feathers.

"That, my boy, is a hippogriff." He said smiling.

"Someone's riding on it!" A girl cried up somewhere behind him. And she was right, someone was really sitting on the back of the black animal. But Harry couldn't recognize who it was until they landed.

And the realization made him gasp. It was Snape. And he looked awesome.

The hippogriff and its rider had a soft landing but the animal didn't stop. It kept running, fast, amazingly fast and Snape rode it as if it would be perfectly normal to ride a hippogriff like that. They looked mesmerizing, like a centaur, really. Moving in perfect harmony, and for a second Harry saw Snape move like that on him. On his hard as steel cock, up and down, shoulders tensed, spine aching backwards.

Shit, he was in a middle of a class, he couldn't let himself became arou-.

Too late.

Snape was just too damn hot on that animal as his long robe floated behind him and his hair shuddered every time the hippogriff's feet caught the hard ground. Just so fucking arousing.

And of course that arousing person just turned towards them.

"Is that Snape?" A Slytherin boy asked somewhere in the crowd.

"It's Professor Snape, Mr. Harris. But otherwise, yes. That's him." Harry said automatically.

"Awesome." Came a response from a few students.

Indeed.

When Snape and the hippogriff arrived near them, Snape elegantly slid down from the animal. Harry never imagined anyone was capable of elegantly sliding down from something but Snape clearly did that. As Snape was still the head of Slytherin, his students immediately gathered around him, smiling, saying things like, "That was so cool, Sir."

Meanwhile, Harry took a closer look on the man. He wasn't wearing just a towel this time but he was still hot. Sexy. Really, awesomely sexy. He wore tight, black pants, maybe jeans, and a suit jacket which was long enough the cover half of his ass. However, that wasn't what made him look extraordinary. It was the dark green, velvet pullover with a hood, which made him about ten years younger and with his messy hair and slightly pink cheeks he actually looked like someone who just had an awesome shag.

To calm himself, Harry walked to the hippogriff and bowed before it. The animal bowed too and Harry stepped next to it.

"Hello beauty." He whispered as his fingers caressed the soft, dark grey feathers. The hippogriff had mesmerizing blue eyes.

"It's a rare beauty isn't it?" Snape said, right next to Harry, looking at him while his hand slithered on the royal animal's horse-like back.

"It is…" Harry said with a smile. The animal next to them wasn't the only one with mesmerizing eyes. However the other pair was black not blue.

"I always wanted to try him out, to ride him." Snape whispered quietly that only Harry could hear him. "I always suspected it would be good. This… this was way better than good. It was amazing. The way he moved under me… so passionate, so wild… you should try it once, Potter."

Yeah, I definitely should. That dark, smooth voice makes me mad.

"What are you wearing? You always wear your teaching robes…" Harry replied, his thoughts so messed up he said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Clothes of course. You cannot expect me to walk naked when I don't have a class…" Snape said, raising an eyebrow. Some of the students laughed around them. The girl next to Harry simply moaned. Harry couldn't help but agree with her.

Snape meanwhile winked at the girl, who blushed deep red and gasped lightly. "Although I see some would support the idea."

Harry hushed his student away to continue practice, before he spoke up.

"That's something I'd want to see one day." He smirked. "Severus Snape, walking among the walls of Hogwarts, wearing nothing but his naked glory."

"Is it, Potter?" Snape asked, eyeing the students five or six steps away. "Ride Oberon with me and I'll see what I can do with that special desire of yours." He whispered hopping onto the animal.

"Oberon?" Harry raised any eyebrow. His heart was drumming way too fast.

"I love muggle literature too. So, what's your answer?" Snape grinned, teasing.

"I have a class, Snape. And I'm not really into riding hippogriffs. I prefer my broom."

"Hear that, Gryffindor?" Snape turned towards the students again. "Your teacher is afraid of a little flying. His excuse is that he has a lesson to teach you."

The Fable twins, one the Head Boy of Gryffindor, the other of Slytherin, spoke up at the same time, both with a wide grin on their face. "We can keep an eye on them, Sir. Just go ahead. We'll wait here."

"That's nice of you, boys but…"

"C'mon Professor, we are here too." The two Head Girls stepped forwards. "We'll keep on practicing."

Of course after this, Harry couldn't do anything else just turn towards Oberon and Snape. He wanted to sit behind Snape but the man motioned him no. So he jump up on Oberon's back and tried to get as comfortable before Snape as he could.

"I will kill you for this." He mumbled as Severus turned the animal.

"No, you won't." Snape whispered close to his ear and he felt himself harden further.

TBC