answer to Q10: Honoured, proud, slightly scared and wildly excited.
Harry clutched the golden ticket in a sweaty palm, feeling honoured, proud, slightly scared and wildly excited all at the same time. Really, he hadn't expected to win the competition in Wizards Only which promised 'your secret sexual desire - satisfied' for the lucky winner. Behind this door in the Honeymoon Suite at the Wands Resort on Acapulco Bay, lay the secret sexual desire that Harry had been keeping hidden inside his subconscious. Part of the process of receiving the prize included being Legilimised by a St Mungo's consultant mind-Healer. It had been strangely intimate, and Harry had caught glimpes of naked flesh, someone bent over a desk while someone else pounded into them. It must be him and his adolescent crush on Cho, or maybe it showed how he longed to master Ginny, to pin her down and shut her up - except for the moans. He opened the door. "Get over here, Potter, and drop your trousers," came a deep, silky voice his body responded to instantly. A voice he'd not heard in years, a voice he'd assumed he'd never hear again. Because Snape was dead... "Wrong, Potter, as usual," Snape drawled, obviously reading Harry's thoughts, if not his mind. "Now hurry up, I've been hard for the past ten minutes while you dithered around in the sitting room." Harry knew he was gawping, jaw almost on the floor. Because there it was - the desk of his dreams. And Snape, clad in black as the Pounder had been, he realised now that his conscious mind recalled his fantasy in all its glory, all the sights, sounds and sensations which were about to come true. "Oh, Merlin," Harry moaned, and gulped. He was in for it now. At last.