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Chapter 13: Dreams, Flashbacks, and Nuisances

Talented pale fingers ghosted over inflamed skin, touching briefly on erect nipples and eliciting a mewl from the recipient. Crying out to his lover, Harry arched up into those hands, willing them to become more forceful with their ministrations. He needed him, needed him to touch him, own him, possess him in a manner he was unused to. Receiving pleasure, Harry was in euphoria. This was his first experience with anything sexual that didn\'t result in pain.

Crying out at the loss of the warm body and the talented hands, Harry was silenced when his lovers mouth descended onto his own throbbing need. Threading his hands through silken hair, Harry blindly thrusted into the mouth of his lover. Feeling probing fingers at his entrance, Harry willingly spread his legs to allow the man access, feeling a slickened finger slide into his entrance. Crying out, Harry came only to wake up in his bed, alone. Panting to himself, Harry felt the stickiness of his sheets and realized that he had been dreaming. His dream lover was quite talented and made him think on who it could be. Things seemed familiar about him, from his pale fingers, to his silken hair. The harder Harry tried to picture him, the more his mystery lover eluded him. He wouldn\'t mind having these types of dreams more often.

Sighing to himself, Harry grabbed his wand and performed a cleaning spell. What he wouldn\'t give to be in a relationship like that. Of course, he wouldn\'t react like that immediately, but that was just a dream. In dreams, he could be however he wanted. That included not having problems dealing with sexual situations. In reality, he\'d probably freeze up when attempting to initiate anything remotely sexual in nature. Oh well, that was something he plenplenty of time to work on. He didn\'t know of anyone remotely interested in him, plus, he wasn\'t into the whole idea of revealing more about himself to anyone at the moment. If he were in a relationship, he\'d have to tell that person about the scars and not being able to even kiss, let alone have intercourse.

Getting drd, Hd, Harry decided that contemplating his mind\'s idea of his dream lover was going to do nothing except give him a headache. After grabbing his bag, Harry set off to breakfast, intent on leaving his dream behind him. Dwelling on it would not help his grades or his day. Sitting, Harry ate slowly as he thought about where this day might lead him. He hoped that nothing occurred today, he could go for a nice, normal day. He never seemed to get those.

"Morning, Harry," Draco\'s sentence was punctuated with a yawn. Sleepily, Draco rubbed his eyes and wondered how Harry could seem to awake so early in the morning. He felt like crawling back under his covers and sleeping for another two hours or so. Envious of Harry\'s ability to function well in the morning, Draco slathered his toast with mayonnaise, never realizing what he did until he took a bite. "Shit! Couldn\'t you have told me what I was doing?!"

Suppressing a laugh that had been welling up since he saw what Draco was putting on his toast, Harry just grinned innocently at Draco. Looking back at his own breakfast, Harry thought about how Draco definitely needed to start going to bed earlier. If he did, maybe he wouldn\'t put so many odd confections on his breakfast. His musings were interrupted when, yet again, Draco started cursing at Harry for not warning him about what he was putting on his food.

"Drac, since when am I your mother? I didn\'t know it was my job to tell you what not to put on your food. Besides, I thought that it would help wake you up." Grinning wickedly, Harry continued, "At least I\'m going to stop you before you drink your tea. That wasn\'t sugar and honey you put in it. It was salt and maple syrup. That is, unless that\'s how you always drink your tea," Harry said, more as a statement, not a question. Laughing quietly to himself, Harry watched as Draco made a disgusted face and got a new cup of tea. Carefully watching what he did, Draco made sure to add the correct extras to his meal for the rest of the time there.

Harry\'s day was going good up until he noticed that he had Divination first thing. Groaning, Harry colorfully swore. Anyone listening blushed at his words, wondering when the supposed innocent Golden Boy had learned those. Rising from the table, Harry trudged to the Divination tower, hoping that fate was on his side. Of course, this couldn\'t happen because fate was in a bitchy mood.

Finding a spot towards the back to sit, Harry made himself as comfortable as he could in sufficatingly hot, stuffy room. The aroma was making him drowsy, while the heat didn\'t help. Coughing, he tried to sit up straight and looked prepared when he noticed the bat watching him (a.k.a. Professor Trewlaney).

"Oh my poor, dear boy!" she burst out as soon as he made eye contact with her. Trying desperately not to snort at her theatrics, Harry looked on at her in confusion. In an overly fake voice, she continued, "You shall meet an unfortunate fate. I did a tarot reading on you last night and...and..." Bursting into crocodile tears, the Divination fraud..er..teacher could not continue. By the time she had finished her false crying, the rest of the class was inside, seated, and wondering just what in the Hell was going on. "Your cards showed your past, the loss of your parents, your present, be accepted by some, but hostility from others. It was your future card that worries me..."

Not giving her time to continue, Blaise interrupted her, "Was it the shagging card? \'Cause if it was, then your cards are bloody brilliant! I bet anything our dear ickle Harry is going to get shagged soon. I mean, almost the entire school is hot and bothered for him." In a whisper he added, "Even if the sodding prats won\'t admit it."

Blushing beet red, Harry whacked Blaise upside the back of the head, although it had deterred their Professor from predicting Harry\'s untimely demise. Again. Settling in among the snickers of the other students, Harry got ready for another event filled Divination class.

"Today we shall begin with Tarot Cards. We will only start by using three cards today. One will represent your past, one your present, and the last shall represent your future. Please step forward and retrieve a deck." Once everyone present had a deck of cards, she continued. "Please remember to take care of your cards. An improperly cared for deck will not read properly, also, I expect them back soon. You may hold onto them until you get a chance to go to Hogsmeade. There, I expect you to buy your own pack." Making a dramatic face she said, "I would have included it on your syllabus, but alas," here she put her hand to her forehead, "I did not foresee us doing tarot readings until next year. My own readings predicted that I would teach you this year." When she didn\'t get the reaction she was hoping for, she huffed and angrily told them to get to work.

Turning the first card over from his deck, Harry tried to decipher what it meant. All he could come up with was a memory of time spent with Sirius.

*flashback*

"Padfoot! I\'ve made breakfast! Padfoot?" Wandering out of the kitchen, Harry went in search of his godfather in his small apartment. Surely the man had heard him. Making his way to the Dragon Room, as he called it, Harry pushed open the door. He laughed at the sight that greeted him. Evidently he was use to being on the run because Sirius was in animagius form. Not only was he in Padfoot form, but he was laying on the floor, in a corner, looking as though he were trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Nudging the grim-like dog with his foot, Harry said, "Food." That was all it took to have the great dog bounding out of the room and skidding to a halt in the kitchen. Tail wagging furiously, Harry waited for him to turn back to his human self. When he didn\'t, Harry commented. "You know, Padfoot, I love you and all, but wouldn\'t you much rather sit at the table with me and eat as a human? If you\'d prefer to keep up the guise of a dog, I\'m sure I can go buy some dog food."

After Sirius changed back, he grinned at his godson, giving him a sheepish look. "Oops, forgot." That was all he said before he dug into the food at an inhuman speed. He seemed to inhale, not to actually chew. Starring, Harry could only hope that he didn\'t choke on his food.

"Damn, Sirius. You\'re not going to be caught here, you could slow down. For that matter," giving him a pointed look, "you could start to sleep as a human, ON the bed. I hear it\'s much more comfortable then the floor." Grinning inanely, Harry ate his breakfat aat a slower pace then Sirius did.

Chuckling, Sirius replied, "Yes, I suppose I could. I\'ve just gotten use to sleeping like that. I think I\'ll definitely take your advice."

*end flashback*

Looking back at his tarot card, Harry decided that the grim represented probably meant death, not the time spent with his godfather. Grinning ruefully, Harry decided that he much preferred the time with his godfather over death. Flipping the next card, Harry continued with the reading. The rest of the lesson was spent in silence as they all tried to decipher what exactly each card meant, and how the card related to something that has happened, or will happen, to them.

Heading from Divination, Harry headed to History of Magic. Settling in his seat, Harry got ready for a chance to sleep. He never seemed to get enough and this class would provide him with ample time. Smiling at his new friends, they all got ready to listen to the droning lecture Professor Binns was sure to have. Not even halfway through class, everyone was either asleep, or fighting not to fall asleep.

*dream*

Feeling a presence close to him, Harry assumed that it was his dream lover. Talented hands were soon on him, causing him more pleasure than he had ever felt before. They seemed to be trying to bring him nothing but pleasure. Sighing in content, Harry allowed them to work their magic, pinching and ghosting over his aroused and heated skin. Licking his dry lips, Harry made tiny noises in the back of his throat, enjoying the sensations these hands were creating.

The next thing Harry realized, he was being shaken awak Bla Blaise. "Those were some fucking amazing noises you were making, Harry." Seeing and interpreting the panicked look, he rushed to calm Harry. "Don\'t worry, mate. No one but those right next to you heard them. So it\'s just me and Drac that know. We ain\'t going to tell anyone." Grinning lecherously at him he said, "Of course, I know that I\'ll be thinking of those little noises you made when I\'m fixing myself for the night." Waggling his eyebrows, he winked suggestively. "If you know what I mean. Of course, feel free to join me."

Swaggering away, Blaise never noticed the book that was flying at the back of his head until it hit him. Swearing, he turned to look at Harry and mock pouted. Throwing his head back and making a noise of discontent, Blaise continued out of the room. Rolling his eyes, Harry retrieved his book from the floor. Gathering the rest of his supplies, he made his way to lunch.

"Draco," Severus stopped the young man in the hallway. "I need you to come with me, it\'s important." Nodding his ascent, Draco followed the Potion\'s Master to the dungeons. He had a good feeling he knew what this was about. "I need to know," running his hand through his hair in a nervous gesture, he continued, "did you talk with Harry?"

"Yes."

"Well?!" came Severus\' impatient reply.

"I can\'t tell you everything, well, actually, I can\'t tell you anything. He made me promise to reveal anything he said. He said that the punishment for telling would be," pausing for effect, "tremendous. And knowing Harry, and how magically gifted he is, I tend to take his threats seriously."

"He told me things I never would have dreamed he went through. We\'ll put it this way, I don\'t know of a single Slytherin, that is here now, that has gone through anything close to what he has. He deals with it well, he doesn\'t need much help, just someone to lend an ear. I\'ll continue to offer my support, but I also know he doesn\'t want my to pry. He\'ll tell what he wants, how he wants. Not any other way. For now, just know that he has someone to talk with." Walking out, Draco left Severus to ponder over what he said.

When Draco entered the Great Hall for lunch, he noticed that there seemed to be a discussion going on between Harry, Greg, Vince, and Millie. Getting closer, he realized that they were setting up a new time to meet for their DADA study session. They hadn\'t got to do the one last night due to Harry\'s talk with Draco. They decided to do one tonight, before dinners. It would occur after their last class of the day.

TBC

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