Title    Somnolence (Last Thoughts)

Author:  Winoniel

Rating:  NC-17

Word Count: 8220

Summary:  Rescued from Death Eaters, Severus has the time to reconsider his relationship with the Boy Who Lived.

Warnings:  Non-con, violence (briefly, in beginning); slash; a little angst, a little romance. HBP-compliant. 

A/N:  Byrdie, I tried for more action, but the muse, she kept getting all drowsy and domestic!  Hope you still like it.  Thanks to Sansa and Empathic Siren for the challenge, to I got Tired of Waiting for hosting this fic, and to all of the participants for the prompts and stories.

Written for The Two Broomsticks Fic Challenge. Prompt 12: HP/SS. “So this is what love feels like.” Would like to see Sev being rescued by a protective and powerful Harry who appreciates all his sacrifices & treats him the way he deserves. Bonus points if Harry has to deal with the Ministry, Snape's parents (AUs are fun!), jealous rivals and Manipulative/Evil! Bastard Dumbledore in order to get his man. Happy ending an absolute must.

Disclaimer:  Harry Potter, Severus Snape, and all associated characters and situations belong to JK Rowling.  This is labor of love and lust, I make no money from it, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Somnolence (Last Thoughts)

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Just Your Everyday Potions Class

Wanting, burning, “gagging for it”……

{Add five blades of oatstraw, one every 15 seconds}…..  I watch him as he berates a student for dicing, not mincing.  I’m so glad it’s not me.  How does he do it?  Teach the same techniques, potions, theories, year after year after ruddy year?

How does he do it while spying on Voldemort, patrolling the halls in the evenings, monitoring detentions, having teas with the Headmaster, training me in Defense, Wandless Magic, Occlumency, and martial arts?

OK, stop this…….down boy, come on, please?  down—Down!

Focus….  Come on, you can do this…..  It’s bad enough that I’m truly weak when it comes to the precision and concentration needed to do well at Potions, but now that I fancy the Potions Master, I really want to impress him.  I want to show him that I’m capable of self-control, determination…..  Damn, I can’t even keep my rocket down in its launcher, who am I kidding?

Oh, Merlin, he’s looking at me with that intense, brooding stare.  What does it mean?  It’s like concentrated dry ice pouring down my back, freezing and burning me at the same time….Um,…. {Ok, pour in three drops of asphodel tincture}……..

What is he thinking when he’s glaring at me so intently?  Has he noticed my little shudder whenever he passes by my desk?  When he looked into my cauldron, his robe slid across the back of my hand.  I was so overwrought at that point, I thought I’d…. OK, focus.  Concentrate….. Look at your potion, look at your potion, oh Hell, he’s standing behind me, his soft breath a frisson of pure, dark, rich—um, air, yes, that’s it--air, wafting over my cock—Damn, it…..  Oh shit, OH YES……oh God………

 …..oh…..

 
…..oh…..

 
…..oh…..

Can he tell? …..Can he smell it? ……. Did I moan?    I hope I didn’t stain this robe, it’s the third one in two weeks…………..

Well, at least I’m not burning anymore…….{Thirty slow stirs counter-clockwise}………..

Current Mood: curious

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