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OBLIVION

Chapter 7

'It was at times like this he wished he wasn't a teacher.' He'd had double Potions with Potter this afternoon. The same Potter he'd have to be looking at tonight for two hours in extra lessons he didn't want to be teaching. The same worthless Potter that couldn't even pay attention to save his bloody time. He swore to himself if the boy didn't shape up he'd kick him out of Occulmency again and Albus would have no choice but to teach him. He knew the old man was just scheming somehow making him teach this to Potter again. 'Maybe he thinks we'll make up and be all happy together.' He sneered mentally. He couldn't be friends with someone like Potter. Okay even if he wasn't really spoiled, Severus paused remembering last year's peeks into his head, he was still hard headed and a risk-taking Gryffindor, he nodded firmly. The events of last year's end at the Ministry proved. He might have been toned down with his grief over his godfather but he still at core was what he was. He'd get over the passing and he'd return to being the insufferable brat. He was still the hero of the wizarding world. The-Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry Potter.

Also all he'd been thinking about since his talk with Albus yesterday. Especially after what he had remembered. 'No! What I think I remember! That would have never happened. If I'd had sex with Potter I'd have been sacked! Though no one would know with us both hiding it. And if I'd…hurt him, raped him, I'd be in Azkaban because Potter would have told! So no. It was not a memory. At least not of a real event. Maybe it was a dream?' Perhaps.

He'd never lusted after students, male or female but he could admit that Potter was…attractive, in a way. But he'd never wanted him! So why…have dreams about him? And he didn't believe in Trelawney's 'toilet deposit' about the subconscious telling you about matters in your life. Maybe it wasn't a memory or even a memory of a dream. Maybe that was just a part of…a daydream itself! Maybe that was him now lusting after Potter! But he'd have to stop of course! Oh, he can't be going after his students, no. Sacking! Azkaban! And besides couldn't he at least pick someone better! The boy was atrocious at Potions…

Harry sighed, raising his hand to knock on the office door. 'Having a class with the man before having to come here was supposed to help! Not make him feel even jumpier!' He'd been staring at Harry all day. Not the usual glare-stare or sneer-stare either but a blank, searching stare. It'd had him practicing his mind clearing and getting ready to try to block a mental attack. 'Had he remembered something else? Maybe forgotten something else.' Harry nibbled his lip fist falling again. He frowned at the door. Maybe he should try to Obliviate him again? No! He'd done enough damage the first time. Should he try…questioning the man? See if he remember the blank night in his memories. Or if he had remembered something? Or if…

The door was yanked open suddenly Harry's face vacant in shock.

"Potter! Are you going to come in or stand out there all night wasting more of my time?"

Harry jumped before he clenched his fists and forcibly stopped himself chewing his lip. "Sorry sir." He shivered as he stepped in the door next to the obviously irritated man and pulled out his wand as he sidled up next to the table.

"Listen here Potter okay? I'm irritated enough today." Harry quivered under the glare leveled on him. 'Oh no maybe he was…disturbed again?' "You will concentrate. You will listen to what I say." Snape lowered his voice. "And you will do it. Don't you dare daydream in my lessons today."

'Oh no. No, no, no.' He was still quivering in place in shock. 'He's angry again! He's drawn his wand! He's pointing it at me! Oh Merlin, close, he's too close!'

"Legilimens!"

Harry talking to Ginny at the beginning of the term that day he'd been thinking himself into a depression. As Ginny hugged him the memory slipped away. Harry wrapped in his invisibility cloak stalking towards Snape's chambers. Raising his hand, knocking…Harry cheered internally as that memory slipped away. That turned to fear. Could feel Snape's anger as he dug deeper. Harry, twelve, sniffing the little bottle Gilderoy had given him. He whimpered and pushed the memory away. No! Not that either!

Harry came to himself, gasping for air kneeling on the hard floor. Snape was leaning on his desk clutching his chest as he gasped for air. Snape ground out a 'Finite Incantatum' and suddenly there was air in the room again.

"You stupid…foolish boy!" He drew in a deep breath and came to stand before Harry looking down with a dark face. "Were you trying to kill us both?"

"No! No…I'm sorry, I'm…" Harry's face crumpled as he tried to catch his breath.

"Tell me what you're trying to hide! Tell me or I'll find out for myself!"

Harry swallowed heavily and shook his head firmly tears welling. "Please…"

"What is it Potter? Come on tell me? Hiding something with your little girlfriend in it? Something stupid and inane like that?"

Harry's eyes widened as he stared at the wand suddenly pointing between his eyes where he was kneeling. "No…please…" He whispered.

"Legilimens!"

Harry, twelve again, looking at Lockhart nervously and telling him he had to leave. Lockhart dropping onto the couch that had probably been in his chambers and unclasping his robes…

"Come here Harry."

And suddenly he wasn't there anymore. He was in his own chambers with him…he was, clawing, Potter's robes off, pushing him onto his own couch, holding his wand on him. He was straddling him naked, they were both naked, he was rutting off on him. Potter lying, flushed and trembling on his couch, him kneeled next to it, sucking…flipping him over, preparing him…pushing himself into the sweaty, clammy skinned body…kissing Potter's back, praising him…

Placing desperate open-mouthed kisses over golden skin. Almost pleasure-pain at the constrictive tightness. Holding…thrusting…'so good, Harry! Gods…Harry!' More wet kisses over the golden back.

All consuming pleasure as he came, Harry's body taunt as he held them both up against the strength of his last thrust.

He withdrew from Potter's mind dragging in a harsh breath as he stumbled backwards.

'No. He'd…he didn't! Why? He wouldn't just…never! He'd never…'

"I raped you?"

A/N2: I bet you're going to be badgering me for the next chapter now?#sighs#It's so hard being talented...#grins#