A Dreamed Reality
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,625
Reviews:
29
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters so please do not sue me. I am making no money from this. Have mercy on a poor soul please?
Dannigurl’s note: Thank you everyone for their reviews! This story is doing better than my other story “Could it be Fate?” (shameless plug) did when I first wrote it but anyway I’m glad about the response that I received and I must ask that everyone continue to review. I have some idea of where I want the story to go but it’s subject to change. This chapter was already written and about to be posted when I couldn’t open the file on my disk, so I’m sorry for the long time to update. And now, drum roll please…..Chapter 2!!
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CHAPTER 2
Flashback
It had all started about a month ago. He was surprised that he didn’t know the exact day, hour, minute or second. All he knew was that he was extremely tired after a particularly grueling Quidditch practice and all he had wanted to do was to sleep. That much he remembered, not that it mattered. What happened when he fell asleep and started to dream was what was important.
The first dream could only be described as simple and mysterious. All he saw were green eyes. Not ordinary green eyes though. These eyes had a captivating quality to them, like they had a story to tell. A story that was filled with sadness, pain, courage, torment, confusion, determination and surprisingly a well of untapped desire. This was a story that Draco wanted to hear desparately.
He wanted to ease the pain that he saw there and replace the sadness with the gleam of happiness. This feeling was not only un-Malfoyish but also out of character for Draco. He didn’t spend much time thinking on it because instinct was telling him to reach out to the keeper of those eyes and offer any comfort he could.
Never going against instinct, Draco reached into the darkness and sought bodily contact. Feeling soft fabric, Draco lowered his hand until he found the calloused hand of the mysterious person before him, whispering *let me help you*.
The Slytherin had felt a pang in his heart as he watched a solitary tear trail gracefully from the dazzling green eye. He did not know why the person was crying so he just pulled the unknown person into a gentle hug, whispering soothing words into the dark silence.
The dreams that followed were nothing like the first. They had evolved over the weeks until he had finally seen who those eyes belonged to, none other than Golden Boy himself, Harry Potter. He wasn’t shocked when he had seen it was Harry because Harry’s eyes were always a mild obsession of his, not that he would ever admit it aloud.
Draco and his dream Harry had not wasted much time on small talk. In fact they hardly ever talked. It was only mild flirtation, then it became “accidental” caresses, then soul-searing, heart-melting, earth-quaking , died and gone to heaven kisses until finally and most importantly last nights’ dream.
To say that it was the best dream would be the understatement of Draco’s entire life. He had almost spilled his juices when the dream first started and he had seen Harry’s naked form before him. He had said something witty just to hide his total awe of what he saw.
It hadn’t been long before he was trailing heated kissed down Harry’s exposed body, sucking and nibbling on his way down. Harry was moaning and writhing under Draco’s ministrations within minutes, barely holding on to the tenuous strings of control.
Draco had smirked when his soon to be dream lover gasped when his breath had floated against the heated skin of the Gryffindor’s erection. He knew would enjoy sucking Harry off. He had always wondered if Harry’s cock would taste as sweet as his lips did and now he would get his answer.
He licked the pre-cum off of the head of Harry’s dick and was extremely happy to know that Harry tasted exquisite everywhere on his body. But that lick was enough, he wanted more. He had to taste Harry more. He was about to deep throat Harry when he could have sworn that he had heard the voice of the Weasel calling Harry.
He cocked his head to listen more carefully, when he heard it again. He turned to Harry to tell him to ignore the call when he realized that Harry was no where to be found. He was pissed beyond belief and he was about to take his anger out on the room when he found himself back in his bed in the Slytherin dungeons with the dreaded Pansy Parkinson over him.
Since he still had an aching hard-on from his dream and Potions would start soon he decided that he would enjoy Pansy since she was there. Pansy was ready and willing, happy that her Drakie-poo was finally giving her the attention she wanted.
After releasing himself inside of her, Draco rolled off his bed, telling her to get her shit and leave, he went to the shower, leaving a crestfallen Pansy on the bed without a backward glance.
Dannigurl: I was just going to edit this and this ending seems a bit abrupt. I must have been in a rush or something. Sorry about that. Please continue on to the next chapter.
Dannigurl’s note: Thank you everyone for their reviews! This story is doing better than my other story “Could it be Fate?” (shameless plug) did when I first wrote it but anyway I’m glad about the response that I received and I must ask that everyone continue to review. I have some idea of where I want the story to go but it’s subject to change. This chapter was already written and about to be posted when I couldn’t open the file on my disk, so I’m sorry for the long time to update. And now, drum roll please…..Chapter 2!!
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CHAPTER 2
Flashback
It had all started about a month ago. He was surprised that he didn’t know the exact day, hour, minute or second. All he knew was that he was extremely tired after a particularly grueling Quidditch practice and all he had wanted to do was to sleep. That much he remembered, not that it mattered. What happened when he fell asleep and started to dream was what was important.
The first dream could only be described as simple and mysterious. All he saw were green eyes. Not ordinary green eyes though. These eyes had a captivating quality to them, like they had a story to tell. A story that was filled with sadness, pain, courage, torment, confusion, determination and surprisingly a well of untapped desire. This was a story that Draco wanted to hear desparately.
He wanted to ease the pain that he saw there and replace the sadness with the gleam of happiness. This feeling was not only un-Malfoyish but also out of character for Draco. He didn’t spend much time thinking on it because instinct was telling him to reach out to the keeper of those eyes and offer any comfort he could.
Never going against instinct, Draco reached into the darkness and sought bodily contact. Feeling soft fabric, Draco lowered his hand until he found the calloused hand of the mysterious person before him, whispering *let me help you*.
The Slytherin had felt a pang in his heart as he watched a solitary tear trail gracefully from the dazzling green eye. He did not know why the person was crying so he just pulled the unknown person into a gentle hug, whispering soothing words into the dark silence.
The dreams that followed were nothing like the first. They had evolved over the weeks until he had finally seen who those eyes belonged to, none other than Golden Boy himself, Harry Potter. He wasn’t shocked when he had seen it was Harry because Harry’s eyes were always a mild obsession of his, not that he would ever admit it aloud.
Draco and his dream Harry had not wasted much time on small talk. In fact they hardly ever talked. It was only mild flirtation, then it became “accidental” caresses, then soul-searing, heart-melting, earth-quaking , died and gone to heaven kisses until finally and most importantly last nights’ dream.
To say that it was the best dream would be the understatement of Draco’s entire life. He had almost spilled his juices when the dream first started and he had seen Harry’s naked form before him. He had said something witty just to hide his total awe of what he saw.
It hadn’t been long before he was trailing heated kissed down Harry’s exposed body, sucking and nibbling on his way down. Harry was moaning and writhing under Draco’s ministrations within minutes, barely holding on to the tenuous strings of control.
Draco had smirked when his soon to be dream lover gasped when his breath had floated against the heated skin of the Gryffindor’s erection. He knew would enjoy sucking Harry off. He had always wondered if Harry’s cock would taste as sweet as his lips did and now he would get his answer.
He licked the pre-cum off of the head of Harry’s dick and was extremely happy to know that Harry tasted exquisite everywhere on his body. But that lick was enough, he wanted more. He had to taste Harry more. He was about to deep throat Harry when he could have sworn that he had heard the voice of the Weasel calling Harry.
He cocked his head to listen more carefully, when he heard it again. He turned to Harry to tell him to ignore the call when he realized that Harry was no where to be found. He was pissed beyond belief and he was about to take his anger out on the room when he found himself back in his bed in the Slytherin dungeons with the dreaded Pansy Parkinson over him.
Since he still had an aching hard-on from his dream and Potions would start soon he decided that he would enjoy Pansy since she was there. Pansy was ready and willing, happy that her Drakie-poo was finally giving her the attention she wanted.
After releasing himself inside of her, Draco rolled off his bed, telling her to get her shit and leave, he went to the shower, leaving a crestfallen Pansy on the bed without a backward glance.
Dannigurl: I was just going to edit this and this ending seems a bit abrupt. I must have been in a rush or something. Sorry about that. Please continue on to the next chapter.