Insidious subconscious

Insidious subconscious

Harry sat on his bed reading the Potions textbook. His eyes were slowly closing. It was almost midnight when he heard footsteps through Ron's snoring. But he didn't look away from the book and continued to read the Prince's enhancement of Amortentia under the spell of Lumos. He believed it must be Neville, who usually woke up in the middle of the night with the need to go to the toilet. However, Harry made a mistake. The person wasn't his classmate, but Harry saw it until when the stranger came to him. On textbook shadow fell, and all the hairs on the back of his neck constricted as he smelled the familiar scent of herbs and old parchment. He knew very well who came to him and what he was asking for. This dream didn't seem to him for the first time, but this time it was different. The Prince's appearance was surprisingly concrete.

He was a slender and tall man. A large hooked nose dominated the look, followed by a mouth twisted into a sarcastic grin. Slightly yellowish skin contrasted with black greasy hair. The expressive wrinkles had not yet been written into his face, but the onyx eyes were already dark and cold, like two bottomless abysses. Young Severus Snape stood before him.

Boy-who-lived's heart start beat madly and he immediately pointed his wand at the man in front of him.

"Mr. Potter, stop aiming at me!" the Prince ordered, sounding like his typical older self.

Harry didn't listen to him. "Or what?! Take points from Gryffindor, take me to Voldemort, kill me ?!"

Snape glared at him, then snorted. "You know well, I don't intend any of those things," he said, knelt on the bed, leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear: "I always want one and the same thing in this dream."

Harry could feel the heat on his face. His whole body tensed, and against his conviction he desperately perceived the closeness of the other man. One of the pale Prince's hands ran through his restless raven hair, while the other disappeared under the covers. "Get away from me!" he screamed almost hysterically.

"Just scream, your classmates are just such a backdrop here.Last time we had sex here on that bed, and it didn't seem to we wake anyone up," Slytherin prompted, obviously he wasn't going to be discouraged.

"Why does this seem to me again? It was supposed to stop," Harry groaned, trying to pull away from Snape. "It was supposed to stop when I found out who you were. "When you showed your true loyalty, when you kill -" He couldn't finish the sentence, he had to pause. Severus' hand under the blanket found its target. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. It took a moment before he could speak again. "I hate you, so why?"

"I'm a Potions Master, not a psychologist, to analyze your tendency to masochism," Snape said by his sexy baritone. "But I have something to tell you." Their eyes met. Bright green drunk into black. "You should follow subconscious and instinct," the Prince advised him before he kissed him.Harry sat on his bed reading the Potions textbook. His eyes were slowly closing. It was almost midnight when he heard footsteps through Ron's snoring. But he didn't look away from the book and continued to read the Prince's enhancement of Amortentia under the spell of Lumos. He believed it must be Neville, who usually woke up in the middle of the night with.

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Harry woke up. He was all sweaty, excited, and bitterly regretted that the tent, which Hermione had packed for them, had no shower. His friend probably kept a patrol outside. What would she do if she learned that while she was honestly guarding their safety, he was dreaming of the murderer who was currently managing Hogwarts as director? She might be shocked at first, but then then for his sudden infatuation blamed medallion and the subconscious. She would say, that Harry are fighting with his past attraction to the Half-Blood Prince, the misery over Ron's departure, and with the newly discovered negative information about Dumbledore.

"You feel deceived and that leads you to think through everything, even about the motives and betrayal of a person, who you feel it all started with," he imagined her explanation. It sounded as if he doubted Snape is a nasty Death Eater. Nonsense! He had seen the murder with his own eyes. Yet he couldn't get Prince's words out of his head: "You should follow subconscious and instinct." Which was damn close to the ala statement? "Forget what you know, and just believe me."

He suddenly thought that it might not have been just a dream. His former professor had a very good command of the magic of the mind, both occlumency and legilimency. Like Voldemort, could he have sent him visions? However, this interpretation had its shortcomings. Legilimency could only be used remotely in the case of internal relationship, and with Snape, unlike Raddle, Harry had no connection. Also, it was extremely unlikely that a man who normally walked in long black robes, with only a small amount of human skin sticking out, would send erotic dreams to his most hated student, even if he longed to regain confidence from the Chosen One.

Harry finally shook his head and tried to just throw that weird dream away. He decided to change clothes and then replace his friend on a night watch.

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