Dream a little Dream

Disclaimer: I am still not making any money off of this.


(Yeah… if you went to any of the other sites, you’ll have seen that Tom and Harry went further at the end of the chapter than on ff.net)


Harry woke up in the middle of the night with a need for the little boy’s room. Unfortunately for him, Tom was wrapped around him. He squirmed a bit, and Tom groaned and pulled Harry tighter against him. Harry bit his lip and clenched his legs tighter together. He wriggled around some more, and managed to get a little bit further away from Tom.

Suddenly Tom’s eyes flew open, and Harry nearly wet the bed at the look in his eyes.

Tom was looking at him with hunger, and something that Harry couldn’t quite place, but that made his stomach quiver.

Tom was running on instincts and exhaustion, and his instincts were telling him that his un-bonded submissive was trying to get away. It was a challenge to his ability to protect the submissive!

Tom rolled on top of Harry, getting a whimper from Harry as weight was applied to his taxed bladder. Tom wasn’t saying anything, just looking like he expected something. Tom’s instincts were telling him that his mate would show his place before he would move, but Harry didn’t know how to show submission.

Harry looked up at Tom fearfully, and asked, “Tom, Tom, what’s wrong? Are you even awake?”

Tom blinked at Harry. Harry’s tone had been enough to put his instincts on the backburner. Harry was resisting the urge to squirm, when Tom rolled off of him.

Harry popped up faster than a Jack in a box, and raced for the bathroom. Tom sat on the bed and stared after Harry in confusion. He didn’t understand what had just happened, and it irked him. Suddenly he hung his head. He needed to get a better hold on himself! What if he had scared Harry into remembering his attack? Damn, but Tom felt dumb right then.

Harry stood at the sink washing his hands. What was that look on Tom’s face? Had he done something wrong? He felt a pang in his chest now that his needs were taken care of, what was that from?

Questions unanswered, he made his way back into the room that he and Tom looked up at him. Harry felt his breath leave his chest at the look on Tom’s face.

Tom wanted to groan. His damned instincts were back, but at least he had some control over them.

“Harry, come here. NOW. We seem to have reached a new stage.”

Harry felt something inside him react to Tom’s tone and face, and he rushed over to sit next to Tom. Harry looked at Tom for approval ‘Approval? Since when do I feel like this?’ and saw that Tom’s jaw was clenched shut. Harry could feel the same thing inside of him that had looked for approval shaking.

Tom reached out and snagged Harry off of the bed and on top of himself. Harry was in the same position as he had been at the library, sprawled on top of Tom. Tom gave a groan of relief and wrapped his arms around Harry. Harry felt the pang in his chest go away, and he to groaned. Tom rolled them onto their sides and tucked Harry up underneath his chin after pulling the blankets up. “We’ll talk about this in the morning cub. Right now we’re both too tired.”

Harry didn’t reply, as a wave of content had dragged him into sleep.

When morning came, Tom woke before Harry and spent the time that he had staring at his mate and thinking of what to tell him when he woke.

Harry woke slowly and was content to stay exactly where he was. He was warm, comfortable, and had no pressing needs for food, drink, or the disposal of either. He snuggled in a little bit, and Tom started to rub circles on his back while he was thinking.

The part of Harry that had been shaking last night was happy, and Harry actually began to purr. He didn’t notice it at first, but Tom was looking at him strangely. In a small experiment, he stopped rubbing Harry’s back, and the boy looked up at him with a bleary pout. But the purring had stopped.

Tom started to rub Harry’s back again, and the purring started again. Harry was content, right up until he noticed that the motor noise was coming from himself. He gave a small jump, and buried himself against Tom. ‘Oh God, Oh God, why me, always weird!’ He gave a small sniffle, and Tom rolled so that Harry was sitting on top of him.

“Well, I guess that we have research for McNair to do, don’t we? I had no idea that you had any kind of magical creature in you. Buck up cub, it’s not going to change how anyone sees you. The Malfoys have Veela blood, and Snape has vampire blood the same as I do. It’s not a huge deal at all. Wizards and witches can make a child with anything, which is how we’ve lasted for so long.”

Tom growled when Harry got off of him, and caught the boy’s hand. Harry looked at him with big doe eyes, and Tom sighed. “And please don’t stop touching me.”

Still holding his cub’s hand, he towed Harry while he went across the room to his fire place. He leaned into the fire place while tossing the floo into it. “McNair!” he called, “I have work for you.”

His servant quickly bowed down in front of the fire place. “Yes sir?”

“Look up my mate’s lineage, it would seem that he has some sort of creature blood in him, and I am curious as to what it is.”

McNair nodded and went to go to the ministry and look it up.

Tom pulled his head out of the fire place and turned to look at Harry. “Well cub, how about a bath, hmm?”

Harry nodded, and the two of the set of for the bathroom, still hand in hand. Disrobing was a little bit difficult, but with some handy flexibility from Harry’s side, they were soon undressed and immersed in hot water.

Tom could feel arousal building at the sight of his small mate’s toned body, slicked and soaped, but pushed it down, thinking that Harry would still be frightened of him.

They finished washing, dried and went downstairs for a meal. They ate in silence, with Harry’s leg draped across Tom’s lap. Afterwards they sat there still, until McNair came.

He looked a little green around the gills, and said, “My lord, you will not believe what he is!”