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Ch. 16: Harry Dreams
For disclaimer, summary, story codes and other information, please see the prologue.
Chapter the Sixteenth: Harry Dreams
24 September, continued: later at night
Harry had spent the last meal of the day comparing notes with Ron and Hermione on their DADA lesson. Without breaking his oath, Harry explained that he and Malfoy had come to an understanding and agreed to work together civilly during class. Ron was sceptical and urged Harry to be alert—he believed it might be a plot on Malfoy’s part to soften Harry up into relaxing his guard in order for him to later turn the tables and deliver Harry to Voldemort. Harry assured Ron that he would be careful.
Harry and Ron had Quidditch practise after dinner; Ron was captain this year and put the team through a strenuous workout. Harry was exhausted when he gratefully tumbled into bed after completing his Transfiguration homework. He dropped off into a deep slumber as soon as his head hit the pillow. Then he dreamed.
Smooth white skin was gliding like satin under his Quidditch-roughened fingertips. Breathy murmurs and soft moans could be heard. Silky blonde strands cascaded through his exploring fingers. Lips met, brushing, then melding together. A tongue pressed, demanding entrance. Desperation built, and the kiss turned greedy—tongues duelled, teeth nipped, lips soothed. He pulled Draco closer and he could feel Draco’s erection pressed up against his own. Holding his hips, he rubbed his crotch against Draco’s, reveling in the sensations that rocketed outward from the point of contact all throughout his body. Draco’s lips left his and he moaned in disappointment—but the moan turned to one of arousal as Draco placed wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, stopping to lave and suck at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He hissed in a breath at the feeling and his hands moved from Draco’s hips around to his tight arse, squeezing and massaging. He ground his hips harder against the blonde’s and Draco bit his shoulder as he pressed back into him. Then Draco pulled away slightly to continue kissing down his chest, closing his lips around his right nipple and suckling. He groaned and clenched his fingers into Draco’s bum as the tip of Draco’s tongue flicked against his hardened nipple. Draco’s hands continued to run over the planes of his chest as he moved his attention to the other nipple.
Then the hot wetness of Draco’s mouth travelled downward, kissing and licking and nuzzling. His hands fastened helplessly in Draco’s baby-fine hair as that talented mouth pressed kisses on his inner thighs, interspersed with teasing little bites that were soothed away by Draco’s sliding tongue. When at long last the moist heat surrounded his throbbing member, he cried out and arched his back, pressing himself deeper into Draco’s mouth. Taking as much of his cock as he could into his mouth, Draco ran his lips up and down the shaft, sucking as he moved up and licking his way back down. The tip of his tongue would glide over the head, dipping into the indentation and gathering the salty pre-cum. Draco moved to caress his balls, rolling them between slender fingers before taking them into his mouth. Returning his mouth to his aching dick, Draco wrapped one hand around the base of the shaft and sucked hard on the head. The fingers of his other hand slid back behind his balls to tease his entrance. One wet finger worked its way inside the tight passage, twisting and pressing. He moaned, panted and thrust his hips in a jerky rhythm. He was so close. He could feel it building, his balls tightening. Draco took him deep into his mouth one more time, sucking hard as he pulled up to the head; it drove him off the cliff. With a throttled shout, he came, shooting into Draco’s mouth. As he came back to earth, Draco was licking up the last of the white fluid from his softening cock. Pulling Draco back up his body, he kissed him deeply, tongue searching every inch of his lover’s mouth. Draco sighed in pleasure as his mouth began to kiss its way down his neck, on his way to return the ecstasy Draco had brought him.
Harry awoke in the dark, panting and achingly aroused. Still half-asleep, his hand automatically traveled down his body to stroke the hard shaft while, out of habit, his other hand grabbed the wand from under his pillow and used it to cast silencing and locking spells on his bed curtains. Dropping the wand, Harry used one hand to stroke himself while the other played with his balls. He moaned in satisfaction. He wished he was still in the dream, feeling Draco’s mouth sliding along his cock instead of his own hands. Harry’s rapidly moving fist stopped with a jerk. Draco?!? Harry’s eyes shot open and he attempted to force his sleep-fuzzed brain to function. Instinct overruled, however, and his hand began pulling and stroking again. Running his thumb over the head and the drops of pre-cum, he gave his cock one last twist. His body stiffened and his head pressed back into his pillow as he groaned his release aloud.
Ignoring the cum decorating his stomach, Harry panted for breath. Finally calming, he threw one forearm over his eyes. Had he really just had an erotic dream about…Malfoy?!? As much as he wanted to deny it to himself, he couldn’t. Maybe it was the hormones still coursing through his body, but Harry was stunned to realize that he had enjoyed the dream. What the fuck? How the hell could he be fantasizing about Draco Malfoy? Draco—he’d been Draco in the dream, not Malfoy. Harry groaned. Why couldn’t he at least have normal sexual dreams? Why did he have to dream about Malfoy of all people?
Disgusted with his own subconscious for pulling Malfoy into his dream, Harry checked the time. Damn. Not enough time to go back to sleep. Sighing, he cast a cleansing charm on himself, unlocked his curtains and headed to the shower. As he stepped under the hot water, Harry was very glad to realize that he didn’t have DADA class today.
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A/N: There you go—as promised, a little more citrus action, this time from Harry’s side of the bed (so to speak). Let me know what you think—I really appreciate my loyal reviewers!
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Chapter the Sixteenth: Harry Dreams
24 September, continued: later at night
Harry had spent the last meal of the day comparing notes with Ron and Hermione on their DADA lesson. Without breaking his oath, Harry explained that he and Malfoy had come to an understanding and agreed to work together civilly during class. Ron was sceptical and urged Harry to be alert—he believed it might be a plot on Malfoy’s part to soften Harry up into relaxing his guard in order for him to later turn the tables and deliver Harry to Voldemort. Harry assured Ron that he would be careful.
Harry and Ron had Quidditch practise after dinner; Ron was captain this year and put the team through a strenuous workout. Harry was exhausted when he gratefully tumbled into bed after completing his Transfiguration homework. He dropped off into a deep slumber as soon as his head hit the pillow. Then he dreamed.
Smooth white skin was gliding like satin under his Quidditch-roughened fingertips. Breathy murmurs and soft moans could be heard. Silky blonde strands cascaded through his exploring fingers. Lips met, brushing, then melding together. A tongue pressed, demanding entrance. Desperation built, and the kiss turned greedy—tongues duelled, teeth nipped, lips soothed. He pulled Draco closer and he could feel Draco’s erection pressed up against his own. Holding his hips, he rubbed his crotch against Draco’s, reveling in the sensations that rocketed outward from the point of contact all throughout his body. Draco’s lips left his and he moaned in disappointment—but the moan turned to one of arousal as Draco placed wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, stopping to lave and suck at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He hissed in a breath at the feeling and his hands moved from Draco’s hips around to his tight arse, squeezing and massaging. He ground his hips harder against the blonde’s and Draco bit his shoulder as he pressed back into him. Then Draco pulled away slightly to continue kissing down his chest, closing his lips around his right nipple and suckling. He groaned and clenched his fingers into Draco’s bum as the tip of Draco’s tongue flicked against his hardened nipple. Draco’s hands continued to run over the planes of his chest as he moved his attention to the other nipple.
Then the hot wetness of Draco’s mouth travelled downward, kissing and licking and nuzzling. His hands fastened helplessly in Draco’s baby-fine hair as that talented mouth pressed kisses on his inner thighs, interspersed with teasing little bites that were soothed away by Draco’s sliding tongue. When at long last the moist heat surrounded his throbbing member, he cried out and arched his back, pressing himself deeper into Draco’s mouth. Taking as much of his cock as he could into his mouth, Draco ran his lips up and down the shaft, sucking as he moved up and licking his way back down. The tip of his tongue would glide over the head, dipping into the indentation and gathering the salty pre-cum. Draco moved to caress his balls, rolling them between slender fingers before taking them into his mouth. Returning his mouth to his aching dick, Draco wrapped one hand around the base of the shaft and sucked hard on the head. The fingers of his other hand slid back behind his balls to tease his entrance. One wet finger worked its way inside the tight passage, twisting and pressing. He moaned, panted and thrust his hips in a jerky rhythm. He was so close. He could feel it building, his balls tightening. Draco took him deep into his mouth one more time, sucking hard as he pulled up to the head; it drove him off the cliff. With a throttled shout, he came, shooting into Draco’s mouth. As he came back to earth, Draco was licking up the last of the white fluid from his softening cock. Pulling Draco back up his body, he kissed him deeply, tongue searching every inch of his lover’s mouth. Draco sighed in pleasure as his mouth began to kiss its way down his neck, on his way to return the ecstasy Draco had brought him.
Harry awoke in the dark, panting and achingly aroused. Still half-asleep, his hand automatically traveled down his body to stroke the hard shaft while, out of habit, his other hand grabbed the wand from under his pillow and used it to cast silencing and locking spells on his bed curtains. Dropping the wand, Harry used one hand to stroke himself while the other played with his balls. He moaned in satisfaction. He wished he was still in the dream, feeling Draco’s mouth sliding along his cock instead of his own hands. Harry’s rapidly moving fist stopped with a jerk. Draco?!? Harry’s eyes shot open and he attempted to force his sleep-fuzzed brain to function. Instinct overruled, however, and his hand began pulling and stroking again. Running his thumb over the head and the drops of pre-cum, he gave his cock one last twist. His body stiffened and his head pressed back into his pillow as he groaned his release aloud.
Ignoring the cum decorating his stomach, Harry panted for breath. Finally calming, he threw one forearm over his eyes. Had he really just had an erotic dream about…Malfoy?!? As much as he wanted to deny it to himself, he couldn’t. Maybe it was the hormones still coursing through his body, but Harry was stunned to realize that he had enjoyed the dream. What the fuck? How the hell could he be fantasizing about Draco Malfoy? Draco—he’d been Draco in the dream, not Malfoy. Harry groaned. Why couldn’t he at least have normal sexual dreams? Why did he have to dream about Malfoy of all people?
Disgusted with his own subconscious for pulling Malfoy into his dream, Harry checked the time. Damn. Not enough time to go back to sleep. Sighing, he cast a cleansing charm on himself, unlocked his curtains and headed to the shower. As he stepped under the hot water, Harry was very glad to realize that he didn’t have DADA class today.
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A/N: There you go—as promised, a little more citrus action, this time from Harry’s side of the bed (so to speak). Let me know what you think—I really appreciate my loyal reviewers!
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