Dream a little Dream

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Harry twisted even more to look at the letter again and sucked in a breath that went un-noticed by the older men.

‘My god, I didn’t even know that Remus knew those words!’ thought Harry, absolutely fascinated with the foul letter.

Harry Potter, you little COCKSUCKER!

You fucking little turncoat! Or should I say turn skirt you little bitch. After everything that we taught you you’ll just waste it on the Dark Lord! You little cunt if I hope that I never see you again!

Tom looked down to see Harry reading the letter, and snatched it before tapping it with his wand to incinerate it. He rolled his eyes at Draco’s disappointed groan and asked, “Well Lucius? Is it or is it not near mating season?”

Lucius sucked down a gulp and nodded slowly. Severus cursed and swung around to look at Lucius. “You should have known so that we could have explained it to Harry in advance! You DUNDERHEAD!” Lucius cringed and Harry felt Tom’s grip on him tighten. Harry looked up at Tom in confusion, and asked softly, “Tom, it’s just Severus and Luc. Why are you nervous?”

Tom looked down at Harry stonily and replied stiffly, “I am not nervous. The need to protect you is… more prominent now than it was before. Lucius, Severus,” Tom continued in a louder voice, “Harry and I have much to talk about, and I am afraid that the sleepover must be postponed. I shall see you later.”

Harry had sagged a little at the news that the sleepover was postponed but realized that something important was happening. The Malfoys all stood and went back out the fireplace. Harry started to get up, but Tom dragged him back down and stood. Harry clutched at Tom, having a moment of vertigo at the sudden change in height. Tom strode out of the room and headed back towards the library.

Harry stared listlessly at the green walls around them, and thought on what had been said. He had not clue one about what mating season could do to affect his seeing the letter. Tom swept into the library with Harry clutched tightly to his chest. “Harry,” Tom began as he strode past the stacks of books. “Have you noticed that you have been having less nightmares? I have. I also noticed what kind of dream was replacing them.”

Harry chose not to say anything. The nightmares had been bad, visions of everything that had affected him, but Tom had always been there, and Harry would forget before morning. They hadn’t been a big deal. His daytime terrors had been worse, and the thing that he focused on and agonized about and terrorized himself into having. But those to had decreased, as long as he was near Tom. He had assumed that that was because Tom was his mate, his alpha, or dominant mate at that. But now that he thought about it, instead of needing Tom less, Harry had been cutting his time at the stables so that he could talk with Tom, or just be with Tom.

Harry blushed as he remembered the dream he had had just that night. He hadn’t known that there was a mating season, but the more that he thought about it, the more sense that it made.

Tom flopped down onto a couch with Harry on top of him. Tom was flat on his back while Harry folded his hands on his chest and put his chin on his hands. “So Tom, how would the bond affect the note?”

Tom contemplated Harry for a minute, and responded, “Well, the closer to mating season, the closer the bond. You wanted to see what I saw and you wanted me to see what you saw so that I wouldn’t kill the werewolf. I know that you would never have seen the note if not for the bond, so we’ll bring him here as he wishes. However, we need to talk about mating season.”

Harry squirmed around so that he would be more comfortable, and settled in to hear Tom out.

“The bond intensifies for mates who have not completed the mating season. The absolute completion of the bond will be at the first time that I enter you. It cements itself throughout the love-making and when we complete, the bond will be sated.”

Harry had started to blush when Tom had first started to talk about sex, but now he thought that he must look like a tomato.

“Before then though, I will have certain…needs. Have you noticed that I am more likely to want you to touch me? Sit in my lap, let me carry you, hold your hand? I will need to know that you want only me. I have been fighting the strangest urges to get you flowers or stuffed toys, and chocolates, the things that humans woo their mates with…”

Harry looked thoughtful at the mention of a stuffed toy, and absolutely ecstatic at the mention of chocolate.
“… and that may have been coming through the bond. I will pick up on your wants apparently, and try to cater to them. I want your acceptance, your submission, and your heart.”

Harry looked at Tom oddly, and murmured, “I thought that you had those.”

Tom relaxed quite a bit, and Harry had to squirm again so that he would not fall off. “Yes, well, it does help to hear you say it. Ah! No kissing until we are done. No pouting either.”

Harry pouted.

“Anyway, the bond will dictate that we get closer and closer. Now we are independent of each other, but if we don’t cement the bond soon, there will be stages of neediness that I will go through. Now I simply want your attention, but soon I will need your touch. I will then need you to focus on nothing but me. As for you. As you are the human and the submissive, as I go through these stages, you will get sharp pains or headaches if I can’t see you in about a week. You will get these pains if I am not touching you in around three weeks.”

Harry looked at him in shock. “So soon? Well, I guess that we were going to do it soon anyway…”

Tom snickered softly and said, “Yes I had seen that my erotic section was out of order. Trying to prepare yourself?”

Harry turned several shades of red and smacked Tom in the side. He got up from Tom quickly, before Tom could grab him, and laughing, ran toward the door. Tom popped up and raced after Harry. “Do you realize that you just hit the Dark Lord? Most people would be killed for that!”

Harry turned and blew a raspberry at Tom before darting out the door. Tom stood still in shock before yelling, “Ready or not, it’s payback time!”

The two ran on a merry romp through the house, scaring the House elves (Luckily there was no one around to see the Dark Lord fall to a case of the giggles) and taunting each other. Finally Harry dashed into the bedroom that they shared, and Tom yelled, “Gotcha!”

Harry shrieked as Tom started to tickle him, and squirmed around in the most delightful ways. Finally Harry’s cries for mercy were answered, and Tom swooped down to cover Harry’s mouth with his own. Soon the two were undulating on the bed, and their kisses were going farther than they ever had before.

Harry glanced up at Tom’s face shyly as his trousers and boxers were removed, and he looked down at Tom. Harry felt his eyes bug, and he thought, ‘That’s supposed to go where?’ Tom looked at Harry’s face, and knew that he had to wait a little longer before he could bury himself into his cub. But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t do other things.

Harry got a dazed look in his eyes as Tom wrapped his hand around his member. Tom coaxed Harry onto his back instead of his side and focused on giving his cub pleasure. As though in a fog, Harry reached out to reciprocate, but Tom kept himself out of reach.

Harry was soon overcome by the sensations that Tom was flooding him with. He nearly screamed when Tom sucked on his own fingers. From one of the books on the shelf, he had an idea of where those fingers were headed, and he eagerly spread his legs even wider to give Tom better access. Harry wrapped his legs around Tom’s waist and drove himself up and against Tom’s groin. Tom moaned, and brought his wet fingers to Harry’s entrance.

Harry felt one finger wedge itself into him, and thrashed his head around. Tom kept it there, thinking that tonight Harry would only take one finger. Harry drove himself up and against Tom’s crotch and drove himself back against that finger. In no time, the two of them were climaxing. Harry pushed himself up and under Tom’s chin once their breathing had slowed, and Tom wrapped his arms around Harry.

“Good night Cub, maybe tomorrow we can see about that stuffed toy.”

But Tom’s words were met only with gentle snores, that were almost like purrs.