Draco Malfoy and the Recurring Dream Sequence

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After a quick breakfast, where he avoided any and all glances towards the Gryffindor table, Draco Malfoy ran to his next class.

With luck and some extremely clever planning on his part, he figured he could avoid running into Harry Potter all day.

And it was a good thing he was light on his feet too.

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(Much later that day)

Draco slammed the door behind him and made straight for the library book. He grabbed it off his desk and immediately flipped to the back cover, practically scratching the two words off in his anger.

\"You know - it says \'tickle me\', not \'gouge at me with your stubby fingernails\', lad.\"

Draco spun around to face the armchair and its occupant.

\"It didn\'t work. I want my money back. Hand it over. Now.\" Draco seethed.

\"Oh.\" The short wizardked ked a little put out, \"Well certainly. Could I have the proof of services rendered, then?\"

\"The what?\"

\"Your receipt, my boy.\"

\"But I didn\'t get one!\"

\"Oh. Well then, I\'m sorry but you can\'t get your money back. It\'s policy, you know. Can\'t do anything about that, I\'m afraid.\" The wizard said apologetically.

\"And you should always ask for a receipt.\" he added wisely.

\"But you were just here! Last night, remember?!\"

\"Even so. We would still require a d red receipt for refunds. If I were to make an exception for you now, what next? Why, before I know it, all my clients would be asking for their money back!\" he laughed.

Draco was very much considering reaching for his wand and hexing the wizard back into the book. After which he would be burning it.

Giant or not, it was still flammable.

\"Was there anything else?\" the wizard continued coolly.

Draco glared at him and fumed.

\"No? That\'ll be three sickles then.\"

\"Ex-cuse me?\" Draco said, incredulous.

\"You called for me through the book, didn\'t you? That constitutes a consultation. Three sickles, please.\" The wizard held out an open palm and looked at him.

\"Why you little bas-\"

\"Language, my boy. Must watch the language.\" The wizard sighed and waved a finger at him.

\"And I didn\'t want to have to get nasty, but just in case you were thinking of defaulting on my payment, I would have no choice but to report you to the Ministry\'s Department of Compensation for Overpaid Wizards.\"

Draco slammed a fist on his desktop and cursed.

The wizard looked at him disapprovingly.

\"Fine. Fine!\" Draco exclaimed as he rummaged through his desk drawer and yanked his coin box out of the depths.

It was in the shape of a large toad and would croak \"Feed me\" whenever his savings got below a certain amount.

Yes, Potter would definitely pay for this.

He never withdrew his savings. Ever.

Draco poked a finger in the frog\'s mouth to dig out three coins.

He walked over to the wizard and pushed the money onto his palm with unnecessary force.

\"All right, then. Since you are here after all, and it looks like I\'ve paid you yet again, you better start doing some work.\" Draco threatened with some amount of menace.

The wizard looked unperturbed and pocketed the money.

\"And this time, I want a receipt.\" Draco added.

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After much complaining and whinging about the last dream, the wizard finally got Draco to shut up long enough so that he could mutter a new, slightly modified spell into the pre-requisite glass of water.

He reassured Draco that this time, things would be much, much more to his liking.

Although, Draco felt that the short wizard had asked for a LOT of details about his illicit snogging with Potter. (At the wizard\'s request, he had to recount the episode three times. And was it really necessary to take down notes of it?)

Feeling dirty and used, Draco decided to take a bubble bath to comfort himself before bed.

Oafteafter that did he feel much more like his old self again, and soon got tucked in and comfortable.

With a gulp, he downed the contents (definitely fruity this time) of the glass and settled back onto soft pillows.

He fell asleep almost instantly.

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The Great Hall was resplendent. The enchanted ceiling reflected a smattering of twinkling blue and white stars against a velvet night sky.

Hundreds of floating candles illuminated the space between the long tables, creating a warm glow all around.

Draco Malfoy was in his usual seat, surrounded by his friends, with a smug smile on his face.

Because high above the Great Hall shimmered green and silver flags.

Slytherin colours.

They had won the House Cup with 427 points.

A pool of warmth and unequivocal happiness was filling Draco as he looked at the familiar faces surrounding him.

This was where he belonged. They were his kin.

And now they had proved to the whole school that they were the best. They were the cream of the crop.

His father would be pleased, he thought suddenly. He wondered what he should ask for as a reward. A new broom, maybe?

At the thought of his father, he automatically looked towards the Head table where his mentor and teacher, who also happened to be the best Potions master this side of Britain; would bttintting.

Except - he wasn\'t.

Peculiar, thought Draco as he wondered where his Potions Master could be instead.

As if hearing his thoughts, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder and turned.

\"Professor! I was wondering where you were.\"

\"I just thought I\'d come over to congratulate you, Draco. Also, you\'ll be happy to know that I just received an owl from your father. He is very pleased with your performance. You should be expecting a present very soon, in f\"
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\"Oh? Well, I hadn\'t expected any reward, really. Knowing how proud I\'ve made mother and father is the greatest gift I can receive.\" lied Draco smarmily.

\"Of course, it is.\" Snape squeezed his shoulder warmly.

And at that moment, he had a contemplative smile and a strange look on his face as his eyes raked slowly over Draco\'s seated form before him.

Draco startled a little. He suddenly felt that the hand was gripping him a little too familiarly, and he could feel Snape\'s thumb start to slowly caress him through the robe material.

\"Um, sir?\" he said, unsure on how to proceed with his favourite teacher.

Perhaps Snape was just lost in a daydream, he thought.

Suddenly and without warning, the man stooped down and whispered in a low voice in Draco\'s ear.

\"You know I\'m always proud of you too, Draco.\"

Draco almost yanked his head away from the sudden closeness to Snape before he stopped himself.

\"So, don\'t I get a present too?\"pe bpe breathed out in his ear, not letting go of his shoulder.

\"What?\" he blurted, too shocked to mind his manners properly.

Snape slid an arm down his Draco\'s front and started unbuttoning the shirt that was underneath his robes. A greasy hand slipped inside and started to move over his chest hungrily.

Draco froze. His throat seemed to have closed up in panic and sheer terror, and his limbs stayed locked in place and useless.

This can\'t be happening, he thought in a daze.

Something was very wrong with this picture.

Snape was feeling him up and nobody was doing anything to help him.

He looked to his right at Goyle. The fool was doodling a picture on the tablecloth with a crayon.

And Crabbe. Pansy was talking his ear off about something or another. Draco threw a desperate glance in Marcus Flint\'s direction, but he was currently busy picking at his monstrous teeth.

It seemed as if everyone was completely oblivious to the unspeakable horror that Snape was doing to him.

\'Oh dear god, not that!\' thought Draco as he felt Snape\'s oily fingers fumble with his belt buckle.

Just as Draco thought he was about to faint, the hands that were molesting his person suddenly fell away.

\"Potter! What do you think you are doing?!\" snarled Snape behind Draco\'s back.

\"Bugger off, Professor. I know exactly what it was that you were doing and I came over to put a stop to it.\" A firm, masculine voice rang clearly close by.

Draco\'s heart skipped a few beats at it for some reason, and he gripped the tabletop to steady himself.

\"Oh, really? Well, then you gave me no choice.\" Snape said, one hand withdrawing a wand from his robes.

\"Obliviate!\" Snape yelled, pointing a wand at Harry.

Sparks flew, and Harry Potter dove heroically to the floor and rolled to avoid the hex.

\"Expelliarmus!\" he yelled out, whipping his wand out from nowhere, and Snape\'s wand flew easily out of his oily grasp and sailed through the air.

\"Petrificus Totalus!\" Harry aimed directly for the spot between Snape\'s eyes.

And the evil Professor\'s oily form immediately stiffened up like a wooden board and fell backward with resounding crash.

(It also slid a few centimetres after that, what with Snape being so oily and all.)

\"Bullseye.\" Said Harry softly from the floor, to no one in particular. It just seemed the thing to do at the time.

Plus, Draco Malfoy was looking awfully good and staring at him with those pretty eyes of his. And Harry Potter knew how to play his hero cards all right. In fact, if he did, he just might get lucky tonight.

Stunned by the sudden turn of events, Draco gaped at the scene.

From Snape sullying his innocent, ripe young body one moment to Harry Potter coming to his rescue the next; like the tortured, misunderstood tragic hero that he was.

Not to mention devastatingly dark and handsome.

(Yes, Draco should definitely stop reading cheesy Muggle romances.)

He realised that he hadn\'t moved from his seat when Harry started to push himself up from the floor, wincing slightly from the effort.

His shirt front had been ripped strategically to reveal an expanse of tanned, muscular chest. And he had a bloody scrape on his left cheekbone (also very well-placed).

Draco\'s heart turned to mush as he suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to bathe and cleanse Harry Potter\'s wounds and profess his undying eternal love and gratitude to his saviour.

Harry Potter limped towards him, pulling at Draco\'s heartstrings with each painful step.

It was only when Harry was standing right in front of him that Draco felt that he really should stand up.

But he forgot that his knees would be wobbly from his emotional ordeal, and he all but fell forward into Harry Potter\'s strong arms.

They circled around him protectively.

And Draco looked up into Harry Potter\'s green eyes and wondered when he had gotten so tall when he himself had stayed so sho
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\"Harry.\" he said breathily, \"Are you all right?\" Draco asked, wide-eyed.

To which Harry Potter merely smiled and said, \"Never better.\"

And Harry Potter bent his head forward to kiss Draco on the mouth deeply.

He then proceeded to ravish Draco on the floor with an abandon only found in one of those cheesy Muggle romance novels.

Grateful and turned-on as he was, Draco didn\'t protest much at all.

After the Deflowering of Draco was over and done with, during which Harry Potter was remarkably gentle and loving, the two lovers lay in each other\'s arms in blissful contentment.

Harry Potter sighed and leant over to stroke Draco\'s cheek with a finger tenderly.

Draco smiled, his eyes closed.

\"By the way, love, I forgot to mention - I transfigured a Chihuahua into a plate the other day.\"

\"Whuh?\" Draco mumbled and opened his eyes sleepily.

Just in time to see the green and silver flags hanging above them unfurl magically to become red and gold.

Harry Potter leant forward and nuzzled his neck with his nose.

And Draco woke up in his bed screaming.

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A/N: Yes, this story is as plotless as they come. :)