Was it a Dream?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
7,753
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters from Harry Potter, nor do I make money from it. Nor do I own the song Was it a Dream from 30 Seconds to Mars.
Was it a Dream?
DISCAILMER: Aw man, do I have to? *lawyers glare evilly* Ok geez. I don’t own any of the Harry Potter characters, or the song “Was it a Dream” from 30 SECONDS TO MARS. *I wish*
WARNING!!! This is not HBP compatible. And it also contains Harry Potter characters being sexy and all around seductive. In other words their all OOC. Contains HOT BOY-ON-BOY snogging and shagging! You’ve been duly warned!
SUMMARY: Songfic. Harry and Draco are plagued with hot dreams of each other. Harry decides that he has to get the gorgeous git out of his system. What will Draco think of that? I know it sounds cliché but it’s good. Just trust me. Starring Doubtful! Draco and Manhandling! Harry. M/M, One Shot (might be two parts depending on if people like it), Smut, Fluff. It’s only a lime at first. Oral, Rim, Anal later on.
PAIRINGS: DM/HP.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Story inspired my the song "Was it a Dream" by 30 Seconds to Mars. This was my first Lemon. I felt like reposting it.
And to thrnbrooke, whom still wants a sequel to Harry Comes Home: sorry girl it ain't gonna happen. I'm done with that one for good!
On with the show!
“Speech” or “quotes”
’Thoughts’
***song lyrics***
~letters~
Was it a Dream?
*** Your defenses were on high
Your walls built deep inside
Yeah, I’m a selfish bastard
But at least I’m not alone. ***
*** My intentions never change
What I wanted stays the same
And I know what I should do
Its time to set myself on fire. ***
*** Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it?
A photograph of you and I. ***
***Your reflection I’ve erased
Like a thousand burned out yesterdays
Believe me when I say “Good Bye Forever”
Is for good. ***
*** Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it?
A photograph of you and I. ***
(Instrumental solo)
*** Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it?
A photograph of you and I. ***
*** Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it?
A photograph of you and I
A photograph of you and I
A photograph of you and I. ***
The rain fell steadily during the cold, fall evening as Draco Malfoy, now a redeemed pureblood seventh year, walked the halls of Hogwarts on prefects duties. It was nearly midnight and shadows fell deep in the corners and stretched from the windows when lightning struck. The lightening reminded him of someone that he wished he could forget, but no matter what he did he couldn’t end all the dreams that haunted him. The vision of the passionate encounters rerunning in his mind like a muggle movie sent a delicious shiver down his spine. He tried to deny that the dreams were the cause of his chill, and pulled his school robe around him more to reassure himself of it.
The blonde kept his eyes peeled for anyone out after curfew, but his internal struggle kept him preoccupied. He had been having the sexy dreams of him and his longtime school enemy for the last three weeks. Draco couldn’t understand why all of a sudden, after all these years of pestering and general annoying of the Gryffindor; he would start to have these sorts of feelings.
‘Whoa! I don’t have feelings for that dolt!’ he scolded himself. He knew that it was a lost battle though. He couldn’t really deny it. Just like he couldn’t deny that he was a changed person. He was still “an annoying ferret,” to most people, but he was a much different person these days.
He was very excited about becoming a Death Eater, but as soon as his father was thrown in Azkaban, he promptly “sorted out his priorities,” as the Weasel would say. He decided very quickly that self preservation was his best bet, and soon he was working for the Light. It wasn’t easy for him at first. The Golden Trio didn’t like the idea that a Death Eater’s son was working with them to destroy Voldermort. Even to this day Ron is still convinced that Draco is always “up to something dodgy.” That made the Head Boy smile because it was only too true.
After spending seven months working for the Order of the Phoenix, much Ron’s chagrin, they had all developed a mutual, if not biting, respect. Now, after the war and the end of the Dark Lord (along with eighty percent of his followers), all the pestering and general annoyance was done out of habit, if not comedy relief for the rest of the school. With peace restored House Unity was common place; practically over night! But Draco never thought in a million years that he would begin to have feelings for Harry Potter of all people.
A crash of thunder shook Draco out of his thoughts and he looked around noting that he was no where near where he was supposed to be. Despite House Unity, he was still leery of being in Gryffindor territory, or “The Lion’s Den” as he would call it. He had walked blindly about the school corridors and unconsciously lead himself to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He turned around to go back to the dungeons, having fulfilled his duties as Head Boy for the night.
He took the three flights of stairs two at time until he came to the entrance hall. The Slytherin’s thoughts once again strayed back to Harry Potter and the dreams. ‘Oh Merlin…why did they have to seem so real?’ thought Draco desperately. It felt like their hot and sweaty bodies were really touching! Draco could still, at this waking moment, feel Harry’s breathe ghosting on his skin. He trembled again as another shiver ran up his spine. He vaguely wondered when Potter became Harry, but shrugged it off. He began to contemplate whether the dreams were all really dreams or not, and that he could remember them simply because Harry was bollocks at memory charms.
Not that any of that mattered. Harry would never do anything like that with him. ‘We’re enemies, forever and always. It would feel too weird if we just…’ he cut his thoughts short, not wanting to go down that road.
As he walked through the many snaking corridors of the dungeons, Draco never notice the footsteps falling in step with his own behind him. Of course he wouldn’t; the follower had placed a silencing charm on his feet and he was hidden beneath an Invisibility Cloak. What Draco didn’t realize was that he wasn’t the only one in Hogwarts having erotic dreams starring his most hated enemy.
Harry, too, was completely at odds with his nightly visions. He watched as the blonde trooped through the hall, every now and then stopping to check for stray students. He had no idea why he was following the infuriating git, but earlier he felt restless and just a little frustrated, and decided to have a nightly stroll. He had grabbed up his father’s old cloak and left the common room. He closed the Fat Lady’s frame quietly and turned around to see the object of his dreams flying down the stairs. Harry muttered a silencing charm on his shoes and gave chase. Five minutes later they were deep in Slytherin territory and his heart gave leap when Malfoy turned and scanned the hall behind him with eyes narrowed in suspicion. He remembered that he was invisible, but that didn’t make the him feel any better about Malfoy’s eyes being on him.
Harry heard Malfoy mutter “Lumos!” quietly and he once again thought he was found out. But soon the blonde turned around and continued to walk again. Harry watched hungrily as Malfoy unconsciously swayed his hips with a cocky swagger. ‘Oh my God! Oh my God!! OH MY …GOD!!! Why is he torturing me?! The sexy git doesn’t know what he’s doing to me!’ he thought. Harry had to bite his lip quite hard to keep his pleasured moan reigned in. In the light of Malfoy’s wand he took notice of a few doors of disused classrooms standing ajar… and ready for use. He had a sudden bold idea and decided that this was his chance to get Malfoy out of his system. It was perfect. It wouldn’t mean anything. He grinned evilly as he caught up with Malfoy and whispered “Finite Incantatum” to lift the spell on his feet.
Draco’s eyes widen as he heard whispering and then the sound of feet shuffling behind him. He couldn’t remember them a second ago. Nor did he see anyone behind him when he last checked. But now he distinctly heard someone following him. He turned around sharply with his wand raised, but saw no one. ‘That’s odd.’ He no longer heard the noise, but he had a gut feeling that someone was still there. Thinking that maybe he was hearing things, he turned around slowly to continue on to the common room. His eyebrows knotted together in concentration to see if he could hear the foot steps again, but before he could get very far he felt something (or someone) grab his robe and pull him sideways. The pulling stopped, and, as he got his bearings, he saw that he was pulled into an empty classroom.
“What the bloody hell is going on?!” he demanded. He looked around the room, but saw no one. He knew that someone was there… he could feel it. Then he heard it: the sound of someone muttering a spell or charm. It was coming from the door! “I know your there! Show yourself!” But whoever was there, locking them in the room then charming it to stay quiet, didn’t answer.
As soon as he got Draco in the room, Harry magically locked the door. He also muttered a quick “Silencio” to keep their activities to themselves. He heard Draco spouting off at the mouth, and rolled his eyes at the blonde. Then Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak to let him know where he was.
Draco stood watching the door and gasped when Harry Potter appeared out of nowhere, and threw an elaborate cloak to the floor. ‘That solves the floating Potter head in third year. That sneaky bastard should’ve been in Slytherin after all!’ thought Draco. Harry smiled apologetically and leaned up against the locked door, taking in the slightly mussed look of the Slytherin before him. He nervously took his bottom lip between his teeth as he appraised Draco’s lithe (but not scrawny) form appreciatively.
Draco gulped nervously as Harry stood watching him. ‘What is this idiot planning?’ Draco asked himself as he, too, trained a watchful eye on the Gryffindor. When Harry moved away from the door Draco’s instincts kicked in and he pulled out his wand and pointed it at him. Harry jerked to standstill and held up his hands in surrender.
“Whoa, is that necessary?” he asked pointing at the wand in Draco’s hand.
“Of course it is! I… I should be taking points for this!” Draco stuttered a little too loudly.
“Don’t be silly, Malfoy. I don’t even have my wand out!” That statement made Draco take stock of Harry. It was true that Harry hadn’t yet taken out his own wand for protection. Draco saw Harry shooing his wand away.
“Go on, now, Malfoy. Put that thing away, will you!? I’m not here to have a row with you!” Harry scolded. He crossed his arms and looked affronted. This gesture made Draco’s confusion pique. He couldn’t believe his ears! Was Harry really willing to talk to him… civilly? Despite the respect they forged, Draco couldn’t believe that they could be anything but enemies. But obviously Harry thought differently. ‘I guess I could… try and be… nice…’ thought Draco nervously.
“Well?” Draco was still holding his wand, but at the sound of impatience in Harry’s voice, sighed again, muttered “Nox,” and placed his wand on the table in a sign of relent. This had to be the most ridiculous thing he had ever done.
“So? What’s this all about, Potter?” he asked quietly. Harry’s head jerked up at the sound of surrender in Draco’s voice, and he quickly put his plan back in action. He wanted Draco moaning and squirming and a completely complacent blob of a sobbing mess. His cock twitched in his jeans at the image in his head. He wasn’t going to wait a minute longer. Draco was going to be his this night, no matter what! Harry moved again, and in three long strides, was leaning in front Draco, and pushing him back against the dusty old desk.
“Bloody Hell! Potter! What are you doing?! How dare you manhandle m-” Harry put a finger on Draco’s lips to quiet him. Draco was trying to stay in control by yelling and squawking but it wasn’t going to work.
“Manhandle? That isn’t manhandling,” he said with a sexy grin, “Now this is manhandling.” He emphasized his point as he ran a cold hand down Draco’s chest, loosening the ties on his robes, and slipping his hand over the Slytherin’s apparent arousal. Harry smirked at the strangled gasp that leaked from the blonde’s mouth. Yep, this is the Draco he was going for.
“Potter we can’t!” Draco pushed against Harry’s chest to free himself. The Gryffindor grabbed his hands and pinned them to Draco’s sides to keep him still. His grip was gentle, but firm and Draco’s breathe quickened at the feel of the Quidditch calloused hands against his. Harry leaned in closer to the blonde until he was level with his ear and whispered heavily, “Yes we can.”
“No-…Ah!” The feel of Harry’s breath against his neck and ear, not to mention the hot friction of their cocks grinding sensuously, sent a tremble through Draco’s body and a pleasured whimper escaped him. ‘Oohhh Bloody Hell! How can this feel so good?!’ he thought frantically. Harry let go of Draco’s left hand and let his now unoccupied hand slide up to lace into the flaxen hair at the nape of Draco’s neck. ‘Oh bugger! Now he’s gone and done it!’ “Oh Merlin…Potter!” Harry gave a smug grin against Draco’s neck. He took in the smell of the male beneath him and groaned when a mix of cologne and pheromones sent a jolt to his painfully hard erection “I can tell… you want this… and I… want this… too…” he murmured in between kisses licks and nips at the smooth column of neck “I… Yes! I mean… no, Potter, we can’t!”
Harry’s head was spinning. He was acutely aware of the memories of his dreams flooding back to him. This exact situation seemed oddly familiar, but he soon forgot about the dreams and poured all of his attention on his blonde lover. Suddenly a startling realization hit him. He had not yet kissed Malfoy’s beautiful bee-stung lips. He pulled away and halted all motion. He didn’t even remember when he let go of Malfoy’s other hand and began to caress up and down the side of his torso. Malfoy had his eyes closed and a look of agonizing pleasure was imprinted on his face. He looked absolutely breath taking. This was a side of Malfoy that Harry had never seen, but oddly enough wanted to see over and over and over again.
Draco was in a haze. But something didn’t feel right. ‘Wait. Did Potter stop?’ He carefully opened his eyes, seeing Harry staring at him.
“What?” he asked incredulously. Harry smiled a sexy smile and traced his thumb across Draco’s full bottom lip.
“Nothing. It’s just that… you’re so…” Draco frowned. ‘Oh here it comes! I knew this was too good to be true. He had to start to ridicule me!’ thought Draco ruefully. But before he could move Harry continued, “…beautiful.”
“Beg your pardon?”
“I said that you’re beautiful, Malfoy. Your just… gorgeous, and I really want to kiss you right now,” Harry murmured. ‘He thinks I’m beautiful? He thinks I’m beautiful. Bloody Hell! Harry Potter thinks that I, Draco Malfoy, am beautiful! And he wants to kiss me!!’ Draco licked his lips in anticipation. For some odd reason that seemed like a very good idea.
“Well then, what are you waiting for, Potter? Kiss me…” Draco purred. After his initial shock of Draco’s reaction, Harry took the plunge. He pulled Draco closer by the back of his neck and crushed their mouths together. Soon Draco had his hands wrapped around Harry’s neck and both boys moaned when the double sensations of grinding groins and hot, eager tongues thrusting in their mouths overwhelmed them with pleasure. It was all too much for Harry and soon he was crying out his explosive release, with Draco not too far behind. Harry slumped over Draco and they both tried to catch their breaths. After a few minutes the Gryffindor let out a calming breath, and then tentatively raised his eyes to Draco’s. What he saw made his heart soar. His flaxen haired lover had the goofiest smile on his face, and he kept on chanting “so good, so good, need more…”
“Geez, Malfoy, at least give me a few minutes to get it up again!” said Harry jokingly. Draco gave him a playful slap on the arm. They both felt boneless and sated. Even though Draco wanted more now was not the time. “Sleep would be good, yeah, Potter?”
Suddenly Harry found himself spooning with his blonde lover, and was being lulled to sleep with gentle strokes of long finger tips on his cheeks and whispered sweet nothings. His last thought before suddenly drifting off to sleep was, ‘Finally. And it wasn’t a dream.’
TBC (maybe)
A/N: Hehehe…sorry it was so short. I posted this on here awhile ago. I thought I’d do some editing and repost it. Tell me if you like it!
WARNING!!! This is not HBP compatible. And it also contains Harry Potter characters being sexy and all around seductive. In other words their all OOC. Contains HOT BOY-ON-BOY snogging and shagging! You’ve been duly warned!
SUMMARY: Songfic. Harry and Draco are plagued with hot dreams of each other. Harry decides that he has to get the gorgeous git out of his system. What will Draco think of that? I know it sounds cliché but it’s good. Just trust me. Starring Doubtful! Draco and Manhandling! Harry. M/M, One Shot (might be two parts depending on if people like it), Smut, Fluff. It’s only a lime at first. Oral, Rim, Anal later on.
PAIRINGS: DM/HP.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Story inspired my the song "Was it a Dream" by 30 Seconds to Mars. This was my first Lemon. I felt like reposting it.
And to thrnbrooke, whom still wants a sequel to Harry Comes Home: sorry girl it ain't gonna happen. I'm done with that one for good!
On with the show!
“Speech” or “quotes”
’Thoughts’
***song lyrics***
~letters~
Was it a Dream?
*** Your defenses were on high
Your walls built deep inside
Yeah, I’m a selfish bastard
But at least I’m not alone. ***
*** My intentions never change
What I wanted stays the same
And I know what I should do
Its time to set myself on fire. ***
*** Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it?
A photograph of you and I. ***
***Your reflection I’ve erased
Like a thousand burned out yesterdays
Believe me when I say “Good Bye Forever”
Is for good. ***
*** Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it?
A photograph of you and I. ***
(Instrumental solo)
*** Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it?
A photograph of you and I. ***
*** Was it a dream?
Was it a dream?
Is this the only evidence that proves it?
A photograph of you and I
A photograph of you and I
A photograph of you and I. ***
The rain fell steadily during the cold, fall evening as Draco Malfoy, now a redeemed pureblood seventh year, walked the halls of Hogwarts on prefects duties. It was nearly midnight and shadows fell deep in the corners and stretched from the windows when lightning struck. The lightening reminded him of someone that he wished he could forget, but no matter what he did he couldn’t end all the dreams that haunted him. The vision of the passionate encounters rerunning in his mind like a muggle movie sent a delicious shiver down his spine. He tried to deny that the dreams were the cause of his chill, and pulled his school robe around him more to reassure himself of it.
The blonde kept his eyes peeled for anyone out after curfew, but his internal struggle kept him preoccupied. He had been having the sexy dreams of him and his longtime school enemy for the last three weeks. Draco couldn’t understand why all of a sudden, after all these years of pestering and general annoying of the Gryffindor; he would start to have these sorts of feelings.
‘Whoa! I don’t have feelings for that dolt!’ he scolded himself. He knew that it was a lost battle though. He couldn’t really deny it. Just like he couldn’t deny that he was a changed person. He was still “an annoying ferret,” to most people, but he was a much different person these days.
He was very excited about becoming a Death Eater, but as soon as his father was thrown in Azkaban, he promptly “sorted out his priorities,” as the Weasel would say. He decided very quickly that self preservation was his best bet, and soon he was working for the Light. It wasn’t easy for him at first. The Golden Trio didn’t like the idea that a Death Eater’s son was working with them to destroy Voldermort. Even to this day Ron is still convinced that Draco is always “up to something dodgy.” That made the Head Boy smile because it was only too true.
After spending seven months working for the Order of the Phoenix, much Ron’s chagrin, they had all developed a mutual, if not biting, respect. Now, after the war and the end of the Dark Lord (along with eighty percent of his followers), all the pestering and general annoyance was done out of habit, if not comedy relief for the rest of the school. With peace restored House Unity was common place; practically over night! But Draco never thought in a million years that he would begin to have feelings for Harry Potter of all people.
A crash of thunder shook Draco out of his thoughts and he looked around noting that he was no where near where he was supposed to be. Despite House Unity, he was still leery of being in Gryffindor territory, or “The Lion’s Den” as he would call it. He had walked blindly about the school corridors and unconsciously lead himself to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He turned around to go back to the dungeons, having fulfilled his duties as Head Boy for the night.
He took the three flights of stairs two at time until he came to the entrance hall. The Slytherin’s thoughts once again strayed back to Harry Potter and the dreams. ‘Oh Merlin…why did they have to seem so real?’ thought Draco desperately. It felt like their hot and sweaty bodies were really touching! Draco could still, at this waking moment, feel Harry’s breathe ghosting on his skin. He trembled again as another shiver ran up his spine. He vaguely wondered when Potter became Harry, but shrugged it off. He began to contemplate whether the dreams were all really dreams or not, and that he could remember them simply because Harry was bollocks at memory charms.
Not that any of that mattered. Harry would never do anything like that with him. ‘We’re enemies, forever and always. It would feel too weird if we just…’ he cut his thoughts short, not wanting to go down that road.
As he walked through the many snaking corridors of the dungeons, Draco never notice the footsteps falling in step with his own behind him. Of course he wouldn’t; the follower had placed a silencing charm on his feet and he was hidden beneath an Invisibility Cloak. What Draco didn’t realize was that he wasn’t the only one in Hogwarts having erotic dreams starring his most hated enemy.
Harry, too, was completely at odds with his nightly visions. He watched as the blonde trooped through the hall, every now and then stopping to check for stray students. He had no idea why he was following the infuriating git, but earlier he felt restless and just a little frustrated, and decided to have a nightly stroll. He had grabbed up his father’s old cloak and left the common room. He closed the Fat Lady’s frame quietly and turned around to see the object of his dreams flying down the stairs. Harry muttered a silencing charm on his shoes and gave chase. Five minutes later they were deep in Slytherin territory and his heart gave leap when Malfoy turned and scanned the hall behind him with eyes narrowed in suspicion. He remembered that he was invisible, but that didn’t make the him feel any better about Malfoy’s eyes being on him.
Harry heard Malfoy mutter “Lumos!” quietly and he once again thought he was found out. But soon the blonde turned around and continued to walk again. Harry watched hungrily as Malfoy unconsciously swayed his hips with a cocky swagger. ‘Oh my God! Oh my God!! OH MY …GOD!!! Why is he torturing me?! The sexy git doesn’t know what he’s doing to me!’ he thought. Harry had to bite his lip quite hard to keep his pleasured moan reigned in. In the light of Malfoy’s wand he took notice of a few doors of disused classrooms standing ajar… and ready for use. He had a sudden bold idea and decided that this was his chance to get Malfoy out of his system. It was perfect. It wouldn’t mean anything. He grinned evilly as he caught up with Malfoy and whispered “Finite Incantatum” to lift the spell on his feet.
Draco’s eyes widen as he heard whispering and then the sound of feet shuffling behind him. He couldn’t remember them a second ago. Nor did he see anyone behind him when he last checked. But now he distinctly heard someone following him. He turned around sharply with his wand raised, but saw no one. ‘That’s odd.’ He no longer heard the noise, but he had a gut feeling that someone was still there. Thinking that maybe he was hearing things, he turned around slowly to continue on to the common room. His eyebrows knotted together in concentration to see if he could hear the foot steps again, but before he could get very far he felt something (or someone) grab his robe and pull him sideways. The pulling stopped, and, as he got his bearings, he saw that he was pulled into an empty classroom.
“What the bloody hell is going on?!” he demanded. He looked around the room, but saw no one. He knew that someone was there… he could feel it. Then he heard it: the sound of someone muttering a spell or charm. It was coming from the door! “I know your there! Show yourself!” But whoever was there, locking them in the room then charming it to stay quiet, didn’t answer.
As soon as he got Draco in the room, Harry magically locked the door. He also muttered a quick “Silencio” to keep their activities to themselves. He heard Draco spouting off at the mouth, and rolled his eyes at the blonde. Then Harry pulled off the Invisibility Cloak to let him know where he was.
Draco stood watching the door and gasped when Harry Potter appeared out of nowhere, and threw an elaborate cloak to the floor. ‘That solves the floating Potter head in third year. That sneaky bastard should’ve been in Slytherin after all!’ thought Draco. Harry smiled apologetically and leaned up against the locked door, taking in the slightly mussed look of the Slytherin before him. He nervously took his bottom lip between his teeth as he appraised Draco’s lithe (but not scrawny) form appreciatively.
Draco gulped nervously as Harry stood watching him. ‘What is this idiot planning?’ Draco asked himself as he, too, trained a watchful eye on the Gryffindor. When Harry moved away from the door Draco’s instincts kicked in and he pulled out his wand and pointed it at him. Harry jerked to standstill and held up his hands in surrender.
“Whoa, is that necessary?” he asked pointing at the wand in Draco’s hand.
“Of course it is! I… I should be taking points for this!” Draco stuttered a little too loudly.
“Don’t be silly, Malfoy. I don’t even have my wand out!” That statement made Draco take stock of Harry. It was true that Harry hadn’t yet taken out his own wand for protection. Draco saw Harry shooing his wand away.
“Go on, now, Malfoy. Put that thing away, will you!? I’m not here to have a row with you!” Harry scolded. He crossed his arms and looked affronted. This gesture made Draco’s confusion pique. He couldn’t believe his ears! Was Harry really willing to talk to him… civilly? Despite the respect they forged, Draco couldn’t believe that they could be anything but enemies. But obviously Harry thought differently. ‘I guess I could… try and be… nice…’ thought Draco nervously.
“Well?” Draco was still holding his wand, but at the sound of impatience in Harry’s voice, sighed again, muttered “Nox,” and placed his wand on the table in a sign of relent. This had to be the most ridiculous thing he had ever done.
“So? What’s this all about, Potter?” he asked quietly. Harry’s head jerked up at the sound of surrender in Draco’s voice, and he quickly put his plan back in action. He wanted Draco moaning and squirming and a completely complacent blob of a sobbing mess. His cock twitched in his jeans at the image in his head. He wasn’t going to wait a minute longer. Draco was going to be his this night, no matter what! Harry moved again, and in three long strides, was leaning in front Draco, and pushing him back against the dusty old desk.
“Bloody Hell! Potter! What are you doing?! How dare you manhandle m-” Harry put a finger on Draco’s lips to quiet him. Draco was trying to stay in control by yelling and squawking but it wasn’t going to work.
“Manhandle? That isn’t manhandling,” he said with a sexy grin, “Now this is manhandling.” He emphasized his point as he ran a cold hand down Draco’s chest, loosening the ties on his robes, and slipping his hand over the Slytherin’s apparent arousal. Harry smirked at the strangled gasp that leaked from the blonde’s mouth. Yep, this is the Draco he was going for.
“Potter we can’t!” Draco pushed against Harry’s chest to free himself. The Gryffindor grabbed his hands and pinned them to Draco’s sides to keep him still. His grip was gentle, but firm and Draco’s breathe quickened at the feel of the Quidditch calloused hands against his. Harry leaned in closer to the blonde until he was level with his ear and whispered heavily, “Yes we can.”
“No-…Ah!” The feel of Harry’s breath against his neck and ear, not to mention the hot friction of their cocks grinding sensuously, sent a tremble through Draco’s body and a pleasured whimper escaped him. ‘Oohhh Bloody Hell! How can this feel so good?!’ he thought frantically. Harry let go of Draco’s left hand and let his now unoccupied hand slide up to lace into the flaxen hair at the nape of Draco’s neck. ‘Oh bugger! Now he’s gone and done it!’ “Oh Merlin…Potter!” Harry gave a smug grin against Draco’s neck. He took in the smell of the male beneath him and groaned when a mix of cologne and pheromones sent a jolt to his painfully hard erection “I can tell… you want this… and I… want this… too…” he murmured in between kisses licks and nips at the smooth column of neck “I… Yes! I mean… no, Potter, we can’t!”
Harry’s head was spinning. He was acutely aware of the memories of his dreams flooding back to him. This exact situation seemed oddly familiar, but he soon forgot about the dreams and poured all of his attention on his blonde lover. Suddenly a startling realization hit him. He had not yet kissed Malfoy’s beautiful bee-stung lips. He pulled away and halted all motion. He didn’t even remember when he let go of Malfoy’s other hand and began to caress up and down the side of his torso. Malfoy had his eyes closed and a look of agonizing pleasure was imprinted on his face. He looked absolutely breath taking. This was a side of Malfoy that Harry had never seen, but oddly enough wanted to see over and over and over again.
Draco was in a haze. But something didn’t feel right. ‘Wait. Did Potter stop?’ He carefully opened his eyes, seeing Harry staring at him.
“What?” he asked incredulously. Harry smiled a sexy smile and traced his thumb across Draco’s full bottom lip.
“Nothing. It’s just that… you’re so…” Draco frowned. ‘Oh here it comes! I knew this was too good to be true. He had to start to ridicule me!’ thought Draco ruefully. But before he could move Harry continued, “…beautiful.”
“Beg your pardon?”
“I said that you’re beautiful, Malfoy. Your just… gorgeous, and I really want to kiss you right now,” Harry murmured. ‘He thinks I’m beautiful? He thinks I’m beautiful. Bloody Hell! Harry Potter thinks that I, Draco Malfoy, am beautiful! And he wants to kiss me!!’ Draco licked his lips in anticipation. For some odd reason that seemed like a very good idea.
“Well then, what are you waiting for, Potter? Kiss me…” Draco purred. After his initial shock of Draco’s reaction, Harry took the plunge. He pulled Draco closer by the back of his neck and crushed their mouths together. Soon Draco had his hands wrapped around Harry’s neck and both boys moaned when the double sensations of grinding groins and hot, eager tongues thrusting in their mouths overwhelmed them with pleasure. It was all too much for Harry and soon he was crying out his explosive release, with Draco not too far behind. Harry slumped over Draco and they both tried to catch their breaths. After a few minutes the Gryffindor let out a calming breath, and then tentatively raised his eyes to Draco’s. What he saw made his heart soar. His flaxen haired lover had the goofiest smile on his face, and he kept on chanting “so good, so good, need more…”
“Geez, Malfoy, at least give me a few minutes to get it up again!” said Harry jokingly. Draco gave him a playful slap on the arm. They both felt boneless and sated. Even though Draco wanted more now was not the time. “Sleep would be good, yeah, Potter?”
Suddenly Harry found himself spooning with his blonde lover, and was being lulled to sleep with gentle strokes of long finger tips on his cheeks and whispered sweet nothings. His last thought before suddenly drifting off to sleep was, ‘Finally. And it wasn’t a dream.’
TBC (maybe)
A/N: Hehehe…sorry it was so short. I posted this on here awhile ago. I thought I’d do some editing and repost it. Tell me if you like it!