Dream Lover

beta’d by the lovely knightmare. She makes my stories literate…as much as can be helped for a story written by a redneck! :-*

A/N Remember, the boys are in 7th year. They're just having DREAMS of events that happened when they were younger, but even in the dreams they see each other as they are now, not how they were then. On to the story.


“Give it back, Malfoy!”

Draco smirked down at the tiny, dark haired figure on the ground as he tossed Longbottom’s Remembrall through the air. “Come and make me, Potter!” he taunted wickedly.

Harry looked at the broom in his hand, sinful thoughts floating through his mind. Oh, he’d get Malfoy. He’d show him once and for all who the best flyer at Hogwarts was.

Harry kicked off from the ground, shooting straight at Malfoy who saw him coming and darted off on his own broom. Within moments they were flying at dangerously high speeds through the Forbidden Forest, dodging trees and ducking branches, Malfoy’s mocking laughter floating back to Harry as he slowly narrowed the gap between himself and the blond.

Got you! his mind screamed as he reached forward and grabbed the bristles at the end of Draco’s broom, jerking hard and pulling the other boy back to him. Wide silver eyes turned on him in shock and Harry felt his mouth curve into a smile that promised wickedness.

Draco narrowed his eyes and purposefully braked, Harry’s grip on his broom pulling him off his own. Right before he fell, the brunet grabbed Draco’s foot and they plummeted together, landing on the softly cushioned forest floor in a tumble of arms and legs, finally coming to a halt with Harry on top of Draco.

Green eyes blazed into silver as they each fought to catch their breath. Draco shifted slightly under Harry, trying to push the other boy off him. Harry’s eyes flared as their bodies rubbed together where they were joined at the hip. Keeping his gaze trained on his adversary’s, he slowly leaned forward and captured the slightly thin lips with his own.

Draco stilled completely, held in thrall by the soft lips moving so sensuously over his own. His eyelids fluttered closed as his hands found Harry’s hips, holding them in place while he gently rubbed against him.

Harry moaned, lost in the sensation of friction right where he needed it most. He gripped Draco’s face between his hands, deepening the kiss, thrusting his tongue into that sweet mouth. He would never get over how good the blond tasted, like the finest chocolate, melting in his mouth. He fought against the restraint of Draco’s hands, needing to increase the pace, whimpering with each breath. He reached for the bliss he knew was coming. He was right there--

“Harry! Harry!”

Ron’s voice shattered his dream as he came awake with a shout. It was good for his continued friendship with the redhead that his wand was out of his immediate reach because he was so damn close to hexing him that it didn’t bear thinking about.

“WHAT, Ron?!” If a person could combust with unfulfilled desire, Harry would surely be in flames.

“I…you… You sounded like someone was torturing you, mate,” Ron said, hurt and confused by the obvious anger directed at him by his best friend.

Harry snorted out an exasperated laugh, flopping back against his pillow. He heard the sounds of their other dorm mates stirring and confessed, “It was a wet dream, Ron! I can deal with that kind of torture.”

Harry heard Seamus break into loud guffaws at that and looked at his friend apologetically. “Sorry I snapped at you, but uh…”

Ron cleared his throat, deeply embarrassed now at waking Harry up. “Yeah, sorry. Go back to sleep then? Maybe she’s still waiting for you?” He smiled slightly, shrugging off his blunder.

“Yeah,” Harry said softly. “Maybe she is.” He laid awake the rest of the night tossing and turning.

~*~

Draco came awake with a gasp, pulled roughly from the dream right before he could…
He bit down on his lip, stifling that thought. He did not want to allow Potter to bring him off, even in his dreams.

He glanced down apprehensively at himself, noticing the way his sheet was tented around his waist. He was so hard he hurt. With a soft sigh, he let his hands wander over his body, plucking at his nipples and trailing lightly over his stomach, muscles clenching at the sensation. He closed his eyes, giving into the luxury of the quiet of the seventh year Slytherin dorm to indulge in a slow, satisfying wank.

He was not picturing brilliant green eyes when he finally came with a moan.

Or so he told himself.

~*~

Harry cautiously entered the Potions classroom. This would be the first time he had seen Malfoy since that last dream. He didn’t know if he could hide his reaction to the beautiful blond boy who seemed to exude sex. And it would not do to throw him to the floor and ravish him in front of their classmates and Snape.

Snape.

Just thinking the man’s name was like being doused with ice water and he was able to proceed into the room without worrying about giving himself away. Unfortunately, though, Snape seemed to want to truly torture him today and paired him with Malfoy.

Harry closed his eyes and swallowed hard, willing his body to calm down before he slowly gathered his things and moved over to the workbench where Malfoy sat.

Draco stiffened in shock when Snape paired him with Potter. Nooooooooooo! his mind screamed. He could not work with the Golden Boy, not today. Not after that last dream. Or even the first one.

Determinedly avoiding eye contact, or contact of any kind really, with Potter, Draco set about brewing the potion on the board. He relaxed by slow degrees as the first hour passed without incident, both boys remaining absolutely silent throughout the entire ordeal.

“Ten points from Gryffindor, Potter. You are supposed to help your classmate brew the potion, not sit back and let him do all the work,” Snape barked out. Then he smiled smugly as he added, “And ten points to Slytherin for a perfect potion, Mr. Malfoy.”

Draco felt Potter stiffen in outrage next to him. The dark haired boy had been working side by side with him for the entire length of the class, doing his part in a silent, but efficient manner.

“Bloody greasy git!” Harry mumbled under his breath, anger washing through him.

He barely heard Draco offer back, “Poor little Potty, can’t buy a break can you? I’d feel sorry for you, but then, I so love watching you suffer.”

“Shut it, Malfoy.”

“Come and make me, Potter.”

Harry stilled, his blood freezing in his veins as the taunting voice from his most erotic dreams washed over him. He chanced a quick look at his work partner, noticing that he’d also gone motionless, hand hovering over the bubbling cauldron.

Draco released a shaky breath. Why had he said that? Now all he could think about was kissing Potter, taking him to the cold stone floor and doing everything they’d done in his dream last night…and then some. He made himself move, tipping the ashwinder eggs into the cauldron and regulating his uneven breathing.

“Problem, Potter?”

“Never, Malfoy.”

Draco couldn’t help himself as he taunted, “Then quit checking out my arse, you bloody pouf.”

Harry snorted softly, keeping his voice low so as not to draw Snape’s attention, “In your dreams, Malfoy.”

“You have no idea,” Draco whispered, flicking his gaze to Harry’s. It was one of those moments that seemed to last an eternity as they stared hungrily at one another.

“Bring your potions to the front and clear your workstations. You have five minutes.”

Snape’s voice broke over them, forcing their minds back to the task at hand.

What the hell is going on?! both boys wondered as they quickly completed their tasks.

~*~

“Professor Snape, do you have a moment?”

Snape looked up with a frown, hating to be disturbed when he was marking papers. “Yes, Malfoy, what is it?”

“I…I need to ask you something.” Draco chewed his lip, wondering if he was doing the right thing.

“Go on.”

“Is it possible to have sensory experiences in a dream? I mean, to actually taste something or feel it?”

“Well, dreams are a product of your subconscious. It may seem like you can taste, but you do not truly taste, it is simply your mind creating the sensations. Why?”

“It’s just that I’ve been having very vivid dreams the last few nights. When I wake up, I remember them exactly and usually I don’t remember my dreams at all. In fact, it feels like I’ve just returned from where ever I was in my dream.”

Snape nodded thoughtfully and murmured, “Yes, well, I wouldn’t worry about it overmuch. It is more than likely simply the stress of your NEWT’s approaching. It is not uncommon for students to have stressful dreams.”

“I suppose.” Draco shrugged, unconvinced. “Thank you sir, I’m sorry to have disturbed you.”

Snape watched Draco leave the room then narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he went to his bookshelf and pulled down a small black volume.

~*~

Harry watched from the shadows as Draco left the dungeons, green eyes drinking in every nuance of the blond. He felt unaccountably drawn to the other boy, needing to feast on him one way or another. The problem was that he knew Draco would rather hex him than talk to him, and anything further than that was certainly out of the question.

His dream lover, though he had the body and characteristics of Draco Malfoy, was simply a figment of his over-active, hormone-ruled mind and he should never forget it.

He fell in step behind Draco, staying far back and walking as silently as possible, memorizing the curve of the blond’s arse through his tailored trousers. His undisciplined body reacted to the sight, hardening by slow degrees the longer he watched. By the time Draco turned off toward the Slytherin dorms, Harry was having trouble walking. With a shuddering sigh, he fled as quickly as he could to Gryffindor tower to take care of his problem.

TBC