A Hop Skip And A Jump Away

Dreams

Severus grinned widely, his normal mask completely gone, as he finally saw what or rather who was beyond the cloud of fog in his dream, Harry and Voldemort dressed in nothing but their night clothes. Knowing he was asleep Severus practically purred with the possibilities of what he could do with his dream partners, not yet realizing that they weren't simply dream constructs but the minds of his fiances. He quickly strode over to them, his black teaching robes flapping dramatically as he confidently swooped down on Harry and dragged him into a deep kiss.

"What?" Harry asked dazedly as Severus smirked down at the smaller wizard.

"I am going to enjoy making you mine," Severus told him with a dark chuckle, fully expecting Voldemort to object in some way or enforce his own claim on the both of them.

"What makes you think I'll let you keep him all to yourself?" Voldemort asked darkly as he gripped Severus' hair and made the other man look him in the eye. Seeing the playfulness and enjoyment at the slightly rough handling he realized that not only was this actually Severus. He also realized with a smirk that the other man had intentionally provoked his apparent dream self hoping for the possessive behavior. "Ah, I see. You wanted proof that I will not cast you aside and how protective I'm going to be of our little imp. Perhaps I should just conjure a collar for both of you and keep you as pampered pets? No, that wouldn't suit either of you."

"I'm not little," Harry protested with an eye roll, shoving free of Severus' grip. "And I don't need to be collared like a dog."

The barely hidden disgust in Harry's voice drew both their attention's immediately, forcing Severus to realize this was no ordinary dream. Voldemort released his grip on Severus neither managed to question Harry before the surrounding clouds started to broil, darkening in one area as a large looming shape of a man started to form.

"Boy!" The voice of Vernon Dursley roared out of the nearly black section of the clouds, making Harry instinctively back up in obvious fear.

"No, no, no, not Vernon," Harry pleaded quietly. "They died, they're dead!"

"I'm going to strip the flesh from your back, FREAK!" Vernon practically screamed in rage as he lumbered from the black boiling clouds, belt in hand, buckle swinging free as he charged towards Harry ready to brutally whip him into submission.

Severus and Voldemort quickly stepped in front of him wands raised, casting their spells with barely a thought. Vernon tumbled to the ground screaming bloody murder was blood poured from a quickly healing deep gash from one of the spells. The man surged back to his feet almost instantly, somehow seeming to get larger and more menacing as he approached the trio, the previous damage completely gone.

"You freaks wont be able to stop me. This time I know exactly where to chain his miserable ungrateful hide until he begs to be allowed his rightful place!" Vernon said cruelly, casually knocking the two older wizards aside as he reached for a trembling Harry.

"Avada Kedavera!" Voldemort spat trusting Severus to either pull Harry away or use his own hard won dueling skills to hit the threat to their imp. Severus cast a strong Protego, putting a shield between the walrus of a man and his still smaller target. The moment Voldemort's spell struck Vernon fell and the entire area shook as if from an earthquake with the corpse quickly fading into nothingness.

"Voldy? Sev?" Harry asked in disbelief, finally cluing in to the fact that this wasn't a normal dream or nightmare.

"Oh, imp," Voldemort said softly, sympathy in his voice as they quickly moved to bracket Harry between them in a hug.

"Don't scare us like that brat!" Severus scolded, breathing deeply and simply enjoying Harry's scent.

"That was far too accurate to be simply a dream construct. It had to have been based on a memory. Imp, you are never getting near that beast again," Voldemort told him, worry still shining in his eyes as they scanned for other potential threats.

"I thought... am I dreaming? Are you really here?" Harry asked, confused.

"It seems we're sharing dreams tonight. I was rather hoping to enjoy one of my more personal dreams involving the two of you," Severus drawled, his mask mostly back in place.

"I think we can oblige," Voldemort shot back with a smirk, mentally commanding the once more fluffy white clouds to form into a replica of their real bedroom around them. With an evil smirk he quickly dumped the other two onto the bed and stripping them all down to their underwear with another thought. "Mine."

"Possessive bastard," Harry said with a fond laugh, his breath quickening in anticipation of the fun times to come.

"While I may not make you wear a collar everywhere we are definitely in need of one for both of you so that everyone knows that you're mine," Voldemort said mock seriously as he joined them on the bed which seemed to suddenly expand to a size that could fit ten people. "Especially people that think they own the two of you. You're mine, no one else's."

Harry moaned in pleased surprise and lust as Voldemort buried his face in the crook of the smaller wizard's neck. He started to lick and suck his way along the skin before latching onto the imp's Adam's apple and marking him with an enthusiastic hickey. Severus watched in amusement and was unprepared for when Voldemort turn on him, grabbing his leg and pulling him flat as he dove in, giving the other man the same treatment. Once his task was accomplished the handsome ruby-eyed man leaned back on his heels and stared down smugly at his lust dazed fiances. I'll need to do this when we wake up so that they remember they're mine... Voldemort's thoughts were interrupted as an enthusiastic Gryffindor tackled him backwards to give as good as he got, quickly being joined by a freely laughing former dungeon bat. A fun tussle followed as they playfully wrestled, warding off more nightmares from all of their minds. The winner often used their upper hand to make their victims feel good, encouraging the lustful carefree attitude that permeated their dream.

They were finally woken by a worried house elf around lunch time. One thing that they all noticed as they got dressed, Severus and Harry with slight embarrassment, Voldemort with smugness, was that the hickeys on their necks had transferred from their dream into the real world. They were handed several important letters that had arrived that morning quickly being chivied into getting ready for the day and being ushered into the dinning room for food before they had a chance to more than glance at the mail.