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Gosh, I'm such a tease... Please don't hate me, the time will come ;P

The next few weeks passed without much incident with Harry and Ron becoming close like they had before and sharing their passion for Quidditch whilst trying to stay out of trouble. Of course being friends and thick and thieves like they used to proved to be hard for Harry to stay within the boundaries of acceptable behaviour especially seeing as Severus had mentioned his lack of grace in the week that had just passed.

Blaise had come to sit with the trio some days and it was nice to interact with him, especially seeing as he was keeping tabs on Malfoy for Harry. Harry hadn't asked him to do this, he'd done it willingly and Harry was more than grateful because he knew something was being planned but he didn't know what because Blaise wasn't really being talked to at the moment.

Currently however, Harry had said to his friends that he was going to see Blaise and not to panic if he wasn't back by curfew as he had his cloak with him. This of course had been a lie because he was going to see Severus but nonetheless they hadn't questioned him and he was free on his merry way to see Severus.

He had received a message that afternoon, the Saturday that is, for him to come down and he was more than happy to oblige. He rapped on the door quietly, but enough for the man to hear and it opened a few seconds later with a nervous looking Severus. Harry walked past the man then felt the cloak being pulled off him and he smiled goofily up at Severus.

"Hey." Harry said quietly and Severus gave him a small smile.

"Hey." He echoed and Harry cocked his head to the side.

"What's up?" The Gyrffindor asked and Severus moved his head upwards to the ceiling before looking back at Harry smirking.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Not what I meant." He sulked and Severus walked towards him taking him into a hug.

"Then you may want to use proper English then." He said in amusement and pulled away before leading Harry over to the couch.

They talked for a little bit before Severus stood up and went to his liquor cabinet where he poured himself some Firewhiskey before coming to sit back down. Harry snuggled down into Severus's arm that wrapped around his shoulder and he sighed in content. He felt so happy at this moment and he felt that nothing could go wrong. Of course it could go wrong and knowing Harry, it would go wrong.

Harry didn't know if he was staying the night tonight, although if he was honest, if he stayed in this position for much longer he was going to fall asleep and then there would be no way he was going to leave. He inwardly smirked to himself as he thought this and made himself comfortable with his head on Severus's lap. At some stage the man had grabbed a book, or was it marking? He wasn't sure, to fill the silence and the turning of paper was quite relaxing, not to mention the hand that was carding through his hair. He found himself very drowsy and before long he could feel himself falling into a deep sleep.

Harry was dreaming, Severus knew this because every now and then he would twitch and his head would move. This wouldn't have been an issue if it weren't for the placement of his head in his lap.

As for Harry, he was dreaming about Severus, well not just Severus but both of them as they lay on Severus's bed. Harry was on top of him and was leaning down kissing Severus's lips passionately as the man kneaded his backside with both hands. Dreaming Harry was moaning and absorbing all the sensations he was feeling with Severus's hands pushing their hard erections together. Harry happened to look down and he saw that they were both naked, the skin on skin contact making him pull back from the kiss and make a hissing sound as their hot skin made contact once more.

Physical Harry moaned and Severus smiled, still brushing a hand through Harry's hair.

Dream Harry was bucking his hips, he could feel the pleasure pooling in his stomach and lower regions but he wanted more, he wanted to feel more. As if dream Severus read his mind, he ran a finger down Harry's crack and pushed gently on the tight hole and was begging for attention. He pushed a little harder and his finger breached the ring and wormed its way deeper. Dream Harry groaned loudly in pleasure and pushed back on the finger that was wiggling around inside him.

"You like that, you little devil?" Dream Severus whispered and Harry keened for those words, submitting to them.

He let himself be rolled over so he was laying on the bed as Severus moved off him, scratching round for something in his bedside table before coming to cover Harry with his naked body. Dream Harry could see a tube that Severus was holding and when the man poured some onto his hand he watched in fascination as he moved to coat his weeping erection with the gel. Harry lay there with lust filled eyes as he watched dream Severus stroke himself a few times before lifting Harry's legs and placing them on his shoulders.

Dream Severus smiled passionately as he lined himself up between Harry's raised legs and Harry felt something trying to push against his extremely tight hole. He didn't feel pain however, all he felt was white hot pleasure that shot through him.

Harry woke with a start and could feel his heart beating erratically. He was momentarily disorientated, not knowing where he was until he felt Severus's hand on his forehead, pushing him back down.

"Bad dream?"

"Uh…" Harry didn't really know what to think of the dream.

He moved so he was sitting up and looked deep into Severus's eye, seeing something flash across them as he did freaked him out a little. His stomach dropped and he moved back before standing.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Severus asked and Harry's eyes snapped over to him as he watched the man stand.

"Oh, uh nothing. I, uh… I need to go, my friends are waiting for me." He said in a rushed voice and went over to the side of the couch where his cloak was and wrapped it around his shoulders.

Severus was over to his side in a flash and looked concerned for Harry. He tried to put a hand on his shoulder to stop him but felt Harry tense so he let go and instead placed it on his chin to make Harry look at him.

"Why the sudden change, Harry?"

"I'll see you at breakfast." Harry said quietly avoiding the question and saw the man nod hesitantly before he darted out of the room, putting the hood up over his head.

Once the door was closed, Severus just stared at it. Had he done something? Said something to make him upset? No, they had been silent that evening. Odd, he thought and frowned. He came to the conclusion that Harry had dreamt something but from what he had no idea, he had been moaning and twitching for the last hour but that could have meant anything and Severus was at a loss as to why Harry reacted that way. He wasn't about to push Harry, that's why he'd just let him go, but he knew that he needed to get to the bottom of whatever it was.

Harry, meanwhile was a few puffs away from hyperventilating and he needed to cool off somewhere. He looked around at his surroundings and realized he was on the fourth floor so taking a couple of turns and a few flights of stairs he found the male bathroom and locked himself away after making sure no one else was in there. It wasn't until this moment that he realized that his erection was straining in his jeans and he leaned to the side with his head landing with a thump against the hard partition.

He let his thoughts wander and make random conclusions, which probably wasn't the best idea but he couldn't stop himself. He'd been starting to think about going further with their relationship ever since he had stayed in Severus's bedroom a couple of weeks ago, but now that he was dreaming about it… he just hoped that he didn't have another one.

He sighed, bringing his thoughts to the current situation and he found himself palming the front of his pants as his erection was throbbing. He was a little confused, but at the same time he wasn't of the reaction his body had had to the dream, and he was sure that had he not been laying on his Potion Masters lap, then he wouldn't have freaked out like he did.

Forgoing the consequences of what he was about to do, he reached under his clothing to grip his cock to start pumping it. He felt like it was a little juvenile considering he hadn't had a proper wank in ages since he and Severus had started doing it to each other so this added another level of excitement for him. Picturing the feeling from his dream and his already sensitive skin, it didn't take him long to complete and once done he flicked his wand to clean the mess before wrapping himself up in the cloak and making it his mission to get to the tower.

Once there, he high tailed it through the empty tower to his bed. Once he lay down, his mind was a little calmer and he was able to properly assess the situation. It only now dawned on him that if he hadn't freaked out about it, he could probably have had Severus finish him like they had been doing since Christmas and vice versa. He growled softly at himself realizing how stupid he had been, but now that the dream had occurred of he and Severus, doing it, which was the first time his mind had even suggested the idea he felt like something had changed within him. It made him question what he knew about the two of them. He knew his dreams were always bizarre but they had always held some meaning behind it and he was now wondering if maybe his mind was telling him to go further.

But am I ready? He thought as he stared at the ceiling in the dorm.

Not a minute after he'd thought this he felt the tell tale tingling and to his horror he'd realized he'd been holding onto the bracelet, for how long, he didn't know and he felt like his stomach made an exit through his feet and was flying out the door.

I don't know what's upset you, Harry but I think you should talk to me.

Harry didn't know what he'd said and he wondered if the man knew what his dream was about. He needed some clarification because the sick feeling was eating at him and he felt like he could throw up at any moment. However instead of indulging in that activity he rolled onto his side and tried to get some sleep, ignoring the man's message in favour of trying to forget.

He hadn't gotten much sleep that night, but he was happy that Severus hadn't messaged him again. Harry had been debating whether he take the bracelet off but he couldn't bring himself to do it just in case something happened, which was ridiculous but it was Harry Potter we were talking about.

Harry rolled over so he was looking outside and saw that the sun was starting to rise over the hills. It was about this time, and Severus's, he remembered, that he got up and got ready for the day. However, today he refused to go down to the Great Hall by himself and was going to wait for his friends. Seeing as it was a Sunday, he knew that he would only be graced with Hermione's presence and most likely Blaise's aswell but he would have to wait a little longer. So doing something he hadn't done it a long time, he stayed in bed and waited a little while before getting up. It hadn't been a restful half an hour and he had tossed and turned a lot, but now he was ready for a shower to try and calm himself and compose his aura. He knew Severus would see what was up, well he was bound to after what had happened that night.

Harry met Hermione on the stairs with the other girls after his shower and together, without Ron they made their way towards the Great Hall for breakfast. It was the usual affair when he arrived, everyone looking rather tired and ready to go back to bed, and others who had their nose in a book, much like Hermione during the week.

Harry looked up to the Head table when he walked in and locked eyes with a curious Slytherin Head of House and Potions Professor. Harry's heart skipped a beat and his mind flashed back to his dream making him blush and look away rather foolishly.

As he sat, he tried to ignore the tingling feeling in his wrist but found it being rather persistent this morning and he wasn't sure whether it was because he was tired, not in the mood or Severus was sending the message more forcefully than usual. He sighed in defeat and brought his arm in front of him, laying it on the table so he could carefully read the message without Hermione getting suspicious.

You look tired, rough sleep?

Harry huffed quietly, he couldn't imagine how shit he looked this morning as he'd only had a few hours sleep. He did reply though, even though it was a short sharp message but he knew it wouldn't appease the man.

No sleep but I'm fine.

Harry didn't get an answer to this and he was quite happy that he didn't. Ron came in a few minutes later with the other boys and they sat down talking loudly about something related to the latest Quidditch magazine. Harry didn't tune into that conversation though and he turned around so he could see if Blaise was at the Slytherin table. He was, and he was looking at Harry when he'd turned round. He gave the Slytherin a quick smile before turning back around and Hermione nudged him.

"You alright, Harry? You look a little sick this morning."

"I feel it." He said quietly and she rubbed circles on his back, which he wasn't going to lie, felt pretty nice.

He pushed his plate away and let his head fall onto the table with a soft thud making Hermione tut at his actions, but continued to soothe him anyway. He thought it was weird, as she continued to do this, because he both loved and loathed these traits. Good because at times like these he could use someone for comfort, but when he needed his space there seemed to be no filter or off switch. Something he'd come in too close contact with lately.

He raised his head again and was able to make out the grumblings that Ron was making just as a silky, baritone voice filled Harry's ears and made him shiver.

"Mr. Potter. Do you mind telling me why you are not in my office for your detention yet?"

Harry eyes went wide and everyone who was sitting in front of him looked on with concern. He gulped, flashed a nervous look at Ron, then Hermione before turning round and facing Severus.

"I, uh… I forgot, sir?" Harry started, he didn't realize that he…

He wants to get me alone, he suddenly clicked to why the man was speaking in the first place and Harry jumped up.

"Oh, caught in the corridor last night, sure, yeah…" He said before Severus convincingly sneered at him and told him to move it.

Harry looked desperately at his friends and then raced after Severus. He was nervous and scared but he knew he shouldn't be, the man was never intimidating like that. Not since he had started living with him.

Harry followed Severus diligently down towards the dungeons, and looking behind him quickly, Harry checked to see no one was coming before transforming into Jade and running to keep up with the long strides. He was glad that the man hadn't stopped at his office like he'd said in the Great Hall, he knew he would have looked like an idiot if he'd changed when not required.

As if it was totally normal, Severus opened his portrait and let the little grey ball go first before following into his quarters and coming to sit straight down on the couch. Jade on the other hand moved over towards the fire and sat on the rug with his back to Severus as he watched the flames dancing in the stone prison. There was silence for a long time, neither of them speaking and it allowed Harry to gather his thoughts.

"Honesty." Severus said finally and the little cat sighed, loudly for such a small creature.

Before Severus's eyes, the grey furred cat morphed into Harry who was sitting cross-legged looking away from him and he thought this odd. He was about to say something when Harry started so he kept his mouth firmly shut.

"I had a dream about us last night when I was here. It scared me. I'm scared, and a little confused." Harry said in one breath and Severus looked at him thoughtfully.

"And what did this dream entail?" He asked softly and Harry shook his head indicating he didn't want to say it.

"Further." He said instead and Severus thought he knew what he meant.

"Like, sleeping in my bedroom, further?" He knew he sounded like a pillock but Severus wanted to make sure Harry understood and that he didn't get anything lost in translation.

"Yes." Harry finally answered and Severus nodded to himself.

"Please come and sit beside me." Severus said after this but Harry didn't more right away.

He waited another thirty seconds or so to gain the courage to face the man and talk about what he was feeling. Something about this seemed different to before and he didn't know what it was. He kind of felt like he wanted to work this out on his own but the prospect of getting a hug from the man made him eventually cave and crawl over to where he was sitting on the couch. He sat close to the man, not afraid of him, just nervous about the next thing the man was going to say.

However he didn't say anything and just wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders and rested a chin on his head. Harry felt safe, he felt like Severus knew this too because his muscles relaxed and he sighed in content as he breathed in Severus's different scents that came off his robes. They were pleasant smells, floral and herb like and it made him feel safe.

"I would never push you into anything. You know this yes?" Severus said softly and Harry nodded.

"Good. What are you feeling right now?" He asked again and Harry swallowed hard before he answered. His mouth going dry.

"Unsure." He replied honestly and felt Severus's head move as if nodding his understanding.

"About what you dreamed?"

"Sort of. I don't know what it means." Harry said evasively and Severus pulled his head away trying to look at Harry's face.

Harry got the hint and he turned his head finding himself getting lost in the open chocolate brown eyes that were staring straight through him, absorbing himself into them. He knew what the man was doing and he let him. The scene from that night flitted across the front part of his mind as he re-watched it but from a different perspective with Severus standing next to him. He didn't even feel the man holding his hand until the scene finished and Severus pulled on it, bringing them both back to the present.

"It wouldn't be like that. I would…" He cleared his throat, "There would be more preparations." Severus said carefully. He didn't want to see presumptuous or steer Harry into thinking that in the end this is what they would do.

"I just don't know." Harry said almost exasperated and found himself in Severus's tight embrace.

"You will know when the time is right, Harry. There is no rush to do anything before then." Severus said confidently.

Harry felt that the worry for the past ten or so hours was a waste and now he felt incredibly tired as relief washed over him. He wanted to go to sleep, but in Severus's bed, although he knew that that would not be okay. He was, in fact, supposed to be in detention currently.

"I feel foolish… and tired." Harry said; his voice muffled by black robes.

Severus chuckled and tightened his hold.

"Never foolish, a little head strong and reckless sometimes, but never foolish. Would you like something to give you a boost?" Severus offered and Harry nodded.

He was pulled up and Severus moved him over to his lab where once inside pushed him over to where a stool was as he searched for the correct potion. He handed Harry the grey slosh, because that's what it looked like, and he downed a little bit of it as instructed. He instantly felt better although he knew his face would still show his tiredness; those black circles under his eyes he felt would always be there.

"You may stay for…" Severus looked at the time, "Another forty six minutes before you should go back to your friends." Severus said and Harry smiled, nodding to him.

"And what will I do in the mean time?" He asked innocently, although now that he felt a hundred percent comfortable with Severus again he was thinking completely non-innocent thoughts.

Severus picked up on this, then physically picked Harry up and brought him over to the couch, placing Harry on his lap so they could reacquaint with each other briefly seeing as they missed out the night before.