Harriet Potter 1

Even

His dark eyes were cold as she entered the room, shutting the door behind her.

"I thought I told you not to come back to this office" he snarled.

His eyes were cold as they met hers.

Harriet hesitated before speaking "I know Professor, it's just that I've been having these recurring dreams you see."

He stilled.

"Recurring you say? What kind of dreams? Do you see the dark lord in these dreams?"

"It's kind of hard to explain. Actually Professor, I was thinking that since I've seen a erm, sensitive, memory of yours so if I show you one of mine we'll be even."

"I will be the judge of that" he hissed, rising from his desk and stalking toward the pensieve.

He raised a dark brow "well Potter are you going to show me or not?"

Harriet drew in a deep breath as she approached him, heart hammering.

Harriet raised her wand to her temple and sucked in a deep breath as she withdrew a memory and lowered it into the pensieve.

To her shock, he grabbed her small hand in his large calloused one as they stepped toward the pensieve. She turned to glance at him, but his eyes did not meet hers.

When they both tilted their heads toward the bowl their faces were so close that Harriet was momentarily sure that they would brush.

Then they were falling.

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They were in a dim hallway.

Beside her Snape's face turned grim.

It seemed he knew this place and that whatever the connotation was, it wasn't good.

His voice was measured "How often have you been having this dream?"

"I have variations of it every night."

They followed her dream self as she strode along the hall in her thin silk slip, her glossy auburn hair tumbling loose over her back.

His grip on her hand tightened.

Harriet's dream self reached the door and her hand paused on the handle.

Snape's frown deepened as the door creaked open and dream Harriet entered the darkened room.

She felt his muscles freeze as he saw a dark figure approaching dream Harriet from behind. His free hand moved to his wand instinctively, as though to warn her, protect her.

Then she saw the expression in his dark eyes shift as understanding dawned across his face as a familiar voice rang through the room.

"You are late again, Miss Potter."

Then dream Snape was on his knees before dream Harriet.

"You will come when I tell you to, no earlier and no later."

Dream Harriet's hands were entangled in his dark hair drawing his mouth closer to where she wanted, needed him.

Her first moan was soft but broke through the thick air like a knife.

The real Snape's eyes glinted dangerously but did not leave the pair in front of them.

Now his voice was soft, a dagger cloaked in velvet. "Every night?"

"It's not always the same dream though, Sir."

Their conversation was interrupted by a louder exclamation, a deep groan.

Dream Snape stood and her dream self whimpered from the loss of his mouth. He towered over her so their heaving chests were a breath apart. Then his mouth met hers.
Her hands fisted in his robes hungrily.

His firm hands traced her form, caressing her through the thin slip.

His cruel fingers teased the edge of the slip before sliding the fabric up her thighs.

His fingers caressed her, brushing over her clit before they slipped inside her.

Beside her, Harriet could feel real Snape's breathing quicken as her dream self cried out.

This time her thumb traced a lazy caress over his palm.

Then the world was spinning.

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"Very well, Potter. I'll teach you. I trust that you will come on time for our next lesson." His deep voice was a silken caress.

Harriet stifled a triumphant smile "I'll come when you tell me to, Sir."

His dark eyes were intense as he surveyed her, eyes grazing her form "perhaps you can be taught after all."

"So teach me."

"If I'm to continue teaching you, you will need to understand that Occlumency is no easy feat. Sometimes it will be extraordinarily hard.
Sometimes it can even be painful. And you will need to put in a lot of effort."

A shiver ran through her and her teeth caught on her lip.

"But if you are able to master it, it will be well worth it."

"I'll do my best, Sir."