Dreams of the enemy

“Guys you don’t look to good.” Harry said as he piled his plate with food. “Didn’t you sleep well?”
the reason for them all looking so bad was that none of them could get to sleep, well everyone except Seamus. The image of Draco Malfoy giving their friend head was too far imprinted in their brains. The rest of breakfast was spent in an unusual silence since none of the dream invaders could bring themselves out of the actions of the night.
By the end of the day Harry had really started to worry about his friends. Every time he was with them they got these guilty looks about them. ‘Well I can’t do much if the don’t tell me.’ He thought “I’m going to bed.”
“Night Harry.” Seamus said. As soon as he was out of earshot the Irishman looked at the others. “Lets look into his dreams again.”
“No way!” Ron said. “I already saw my best friend getting sucked by Malfoy and that was one to many times.”
“But guys, maybe it was just that one time. I think that we should know for sure how Harry feels about Malfoy.” ‘and maybe it’s not, hehehe, I wouldn’t mind watching again.’
“That is true.” Hermione said getting up. “Well are you coming?”
”Yeah against my better judgment.” Ron answered trudging up the stairs.

The gryffindors looked around them half expecting to find a nasty slash sight but no. they were at the Quidditch pitch and Harry was up in the air. A jovial laugh reached their ears.
“See it’s not bad.” Seamus received nods of agreement. Harry landed next to them causing them to look at him.
“Having fun?”
“You’re sure he can’t see us right.” Hermione nodded before a voice came from behind them.
“Very much.” Malfoy said as he walked straight through Seamus. “Do you know that you look absolutely fuckable all dishevelled.”
“Mmm really. Well let me tell you something. You look fuckable all the time.” Harry said kissing Draco before pushing him away. “You’re late.”
“Well terribly sorry oh hero of the world.” Sarcasim dripped from every word. “You try finding one dream, it’s really hard. I don’t see why I have to always come to your sub-concious. You could come to mine sometime.”
“Aww, is my little dragon upset?” Harry asked. “Want me to kiss it better?”
“Guys what the hell is going on?” Neville asked. “Weren’t they hexing each other a few hours ago?”
“If you think it will help.” Draco smiled. “It would make up for some of those hexes.”
“Sorry about that.” Harry kissed Draco’s neck, “But we agreed that we would keep this secret and to do that we have to look like we still hate each other.”
“I can’t wait until Christmas when I can fuck you whenever I want.” Malfoy whispered in Harry’s ear. Ron moaned at the sight before him as their settings changed.
The quidditch pitch faded and in its place was the Slytherin common room. “Why are we here?”
“Because I’ve wanted to take you here for a while now.” Whatever Draco was going to say was swallowed by Harry’s mouth. The blonds wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck while Harry guided them to a couch.
“You do know that I could be able to arrange a real meeting in here.” Draco said as Harry litteraly tore his clothes off.
“And when would this happen?” Harry asked as he tore off his own clothes. “And you’ll probably be on top.”
“How about the night before break and it’s my common room so naturally I would take you.” Draco moaned loudly as Harry pushed a finger into his tight ass.
“But why? You like being on the bottom.” Harry said as he added two more fingers. He pushed them in and out of the willing body under him.
“This is so wrong!” Ron moaned.
“But strangely intreaging.” Seamus said. ‘not to mention arousing.’
“Harry for Merlin’s sake. Take me already.” Draco panted.
“But I don’t want to hurt you love.”
“Fuck that! I want you in me now!”
“If you’re sure.” Harry said but didn’t wait for an answer before slamming into Draco. There was a thud next to Dean telling him that Neville had fainted. Dean felt a bit odd in finding that the sight before him was very erotic and arousing. There he was watching Harry and Malfoy, well actually Harry in Malfoy and he could feel his own cock become hard from it.
“Damn it Harry, move!” Draco demanded rolling his hips. The still conscious Gryffindors stood glued to the spot as Harry pulled back leaving only his engorged head in and waited a second before slamming back in. Draco screamed out Harry’s name as his prostate was savagely hit. Harry started up a fast and desperate rythem pushing his lover into the couch. He had really missed being on top. A thin layer of sweat had begun to cover the boys as they felt their climax approach. Reaching between them Draco took hold of his neglected and weeping erection only to have Harry knock them away. Harry wanted Draco to feel the full ecstacy that he felt when he was on the bottom.
Draco was the first to climax. He threw his head back as his cum splattered over both boys stomachs and Harry’s hand. The clamping effect of Draco’s velvet walls around him coaxed Harry into climax. Harry collapsed onto his lover. Slowly their breathing and heartbeats slowed.
Finding that they had stayed way to long Hermione warped them back to the dorm.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Ron said before running to the bathroom.