Dream a little Dream

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, and nothing that I write could possibly outsell the bible.

Tom flinched as he woke up, a sharp pain radiating from his thigh on out. He felt the bed moving and looked over to notice that Harry was tossing and turning.

“Harry, wake up…” Tom mumbled. He reached over and shook Harry’s shoulder.

Harry didn’t react well. At all.

As Harry woke up he kicked out at the thing that was so hot. So hot, so hot, he must be on fire, about to melt from the inside out! Then the heat got worse in his shoulder, and he kicked out as hard as he could to dislodge it.

Unfortunately, “It” was Tom, and you can guess where Harry kicked him. Tom spent a few minutes writhing on the floor with his hands on his crotch, trying to breathe around the burning pain in his stomach. Harry sat up and raced for the bathroom in a desperate attempt to rid himself of the heat.

When Tom got up after around ten minutes, thinking that his kit sure could hit hard, he staggered into the bathroom to check on his bonded.

When he opened the door, he heard Harry make a weird noise. Squinting, Tom was surprised that the shower door wasn’t fogged over, because Harry liked hot showers. Harry was sitting on the floor, Tom could see, curled around his middle.

Harry glared at Tom. He felt so hot, and he was so frustrated at the moment! He felt frazzled, and snappy. He didn’t want anyone to touch him right now. His mate came closer, and Harry glared at him through the glass. He would give anything to be able to voice his displeasure, but his throat hurt too badly. He decided to show Tom how he was feeling.

Tom watched as his mate turned away from him, and he opened the door to the shower so that the two of them could speak normally. He hadn’t noticed that Harry had been filling his hands with icy cold water. He gasped and sputtered as Harry hit him in the face with the water and when Tom stumbled back, Harry closed the door. Tom decided that he needed help.

As he went to Fire call the Malfoys, again, Harry contentedly drank the cool water that was cascading from the shower head. He was feeling a lot better now that his mate was gone. Harry could feel that his hair had reacted to his earlier heat and frustration by frizzing and kinking, and he reached around to grab his conditioner. He heaved a sigh as he put his head under the water to get it wet, and felt even better. Forgetting that he had planned to put in conditioner, he just sat and let himself cool off even more.

Tom sat in the other room, worrying about his bonded. He fidgeted about in his chair, and finally got up to pace when Lucius came in. He looked a his lord, before holding the door open for Severus.

Severus was due to deliver in about a week, so the medi- witches had put a depressor on his magic. The first time that he had delivered, they had left his magic untouched, and it had ended badly for all of the males in the room.

Draco had been born missing a few bits. Severus had cursed every man in the room, save himself, with a nasty bit of wand- less magic that made their privates disappear, causing mass mayhem.

As Tom told the two of them his problem, Severus’ stomach growled. Lucius heaved a sigh, and conjured up a tub of pickles and a jar of pinkish liquid that Tom couldn’t identify.

“Cherry juice.” Was Lucius’ tired explanation as Severus eagerly pulled a pickle out of the tub and dunked it into the juice. ‘eew,’ thought Tom.

While they were thinking about the night’s events, and Harry, Severus got up and went into the bathroom. He saw Harry, but he didn’t say anything, just stood in front of the toilet and scowled at his bloated stomach, cursing the havoc that the baby wreaked on his bladder.

Harry was shocked at Severus’ sudden lack of decorum, and ducked his head back under the spray in embarrassment. Both men in the bathroom noticed that Harry didn’t seem to much care about Severus’ presence in the room. Severus finished and went to wash his hands. Finally he sat down on the toilet and yelled to Harry, “Are you pregnant?!”

Harry frowned and shook his head. Severus nodded and yelled, “That’s good!” After that the two men sat in companionable silence, with just the sound of rushing water around them.

Tom and Lucius couldn’t hear what was going on in the bathroom, and decided to go on in. Harry glared at them, and Severus could feel Harry’s agitation. ‘Dominants,’ he thought, ‘put out different pheromones than us submissives. He is reacting to that, not wanting to be around… beings that could get him pregnant! His body is trying to tell him that it’s wrong for right now.’

As Severus pieced the puzzle together, Harry drew his magic to him, and cold water flew from every tap to come together and form a large column that hit Lucius right in the gut, throwing him back and into Tom, and both of them turned tail and ran.

Harry finally shut off the water, feeling a lot better. Severus looked at him for a moment, and said, “You’re in heat, right?” Harry scowled and nodded.

“But you don’t want to have babies yet, right?”

Harry scowled and nodded again.

“So your body is trying to tell you that you’re to young, and to stay away from sex now that you’ve bonded. That’s good, sixteen year olds don’t need to be having babies, no matter how secure their future is or how mature they are. So stay away from my Lord for a while. I would offer for you to come to the manor, but Lucius and Draco are extremely alpha.”

Harry nodded and said in a weak, scratchy voice, “Tom has a set of rooms for me to use when I need them, I can use those.”

In the next room, Lucius stared at the bathroom door and asked Tom, “Do you think that we can get Howitzer to inject Harry with a sleep potion like he did Severus?