TO LOVE YOU FROM THE SHADOW

WILD FANTASIES

Its midnight and the castle are so quite; filled only by the snores from the portraits and Harry are rushing to the Gryffindor Tower. After three week being a prisoner at the Hospital Wing (it was supposed to be only a week, but the accident might have worsened his condition), it took him nearly one hour to plead (begging on his knee) for Madam Pomfrey to set his freedom from her reign. And after that, he had to spend about two more nodding and agreeing to her condition and chiding before she let him go. He fiddles with his bag, he's grateful that the lights along the corridor are still there. He looks into his beg making sure that all his things are there. He doesn't want to go back to the Hospital Wing's just to collects his things, he swore to not to set his foot there and facing Madam Pomfrey (again), he shuddered... at least not in the near future...

He didn't hear the footsteps that coming nearer nor do the soft baritones voice that muttering under breath. And *that* is his mistakes... or is it?

"...him suffer from depress... Oooff"

He bumps onto someone. His face buried on the white clad chest. The smell smokes, lavender, sandalwood, and a distinct scent of coffee invading his sense. He breathe deeply, he missed him... Madam Pomfrey said that Severus stays by his side when he was unconscious; he only leaves when he saw Harry was waking. She said that he feels guilty because he didn't give Harry a chance to tell him the truth. The Headmaster and Hermione took it as their liberty to tell Severus the real reason. Harry blush when his libido give an interest. He heard the person's breath hitched.

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"Damn that twinkling old codger. I hope he choke on his lemon drops." Severus muttered under his breath. Then, a sly smirk makes it on his lips. A better idea suddenly comes to his mind, he crackle madly in his head. His black eyes filled with mirth and mischief. His mind went to somewhere else, making him unaware of his surroundings. (And this will be the beginning of his restless sleep... *now it's my turn to crackling madly* - the author)

"Or better yet, maybe I should ask Poppy or Minerva to confiscate his lemon drops supply and watch him suffer from depress... Oooff" He collide with something and that *something* land n him, taking his breath.

Ruelly black hairs tickle his nose. The scent of chocolate, mint and something warm engulf him, reminding him of someone... and somehow, reminding him of a certain green eyed brat...his body relax unconsciously... he can't help but buried his nose deeper, that is until he became aware of the warm body that align with his. His right leg wedges between the persons leg, and he felt *something* growing hard on his tight. His breath hitched, and his own began to give an interest twitch.

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Harry groans. He knows who it was without looking at his face. He feels hot, and horny!! He can't control his body. He can't remember when the last time he releases his sexual desire and that only make it worse. He can feel Severus's hands trying to push him away; he rips Severus shirts off, making the buttons flew. His eyes dilated with lust seeing the revealed skin and erect nubs. Then, his hands snake around the Potion Master's back and boldly groping the older man's ass. He heard a stifle moan.

Oooohhh... his wild fantasies is being fulfilled. He never thought that Severus is a moaner, or better yet; a screamer. He counts that as a bonus, and that makes him grin even when he know his fate after this might be worse than death itself, he's going to get as much noise as he can from his *subject* of fantasies tonight. He moved his right leg so his tight rubs onto Severus's arousal, and now both his hands are clenching and groping the sexy man's ass.