Stand Up For Judas

Stand Up For Judas

2
The Bathroom

     Harry woke when it was still dark. His covers had twisted themselves round his body, and he was sweating from the excess clothing he was wearing. He disentangled his arms from his shirt, which he must have undone in his sleep as it had become conveniently entwined with his upper limbs.
     In his sleep-induced stupor, he wondered why it was that he couldn’t actually see anything, before realising that his glasses must have slipped off whilst he'd been asleep. He brushed his damp hair out of his eyes and groped around on the floor until he felt cool glass.
     Settling his glasses on his nose, he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Unfortunately, they were still tied up in a mixture of trousers and duvet, so upon trying to stand up, Harry found himself sprawled across the floor. Ron grunted in his sleep at the dull thud and slight ‘Oof’ Harry made as he connected with the bare floorboards, but rolled over and went back to snoring gently.
     Harry picked himself up, cursing his bed linen for tripping him up, and attempting to extricate his legs from the fabric. He couldn't seem to think straight in the stuffy heat of the dormitory, as he peeled off the last of his sweat-sticky clothing, finally pulling on his pyjama bottoms. It must be the early hours of the morning by now, he thought. The fire in the common room would have gone out and it would be cool enough for Harry to recover from his feverish sleep.
     The momentary relief he’d felt before falling asleep had not been sustained in his dreams. He’d dreamed of Draco. Draco his mind wanted to call him now, not Malfoy. Draco had been the name he’d moaned, gently at first, then louder, louder, a violent crescendo leading to an even more violent climax. He thanked God there was no evidence of his dream. Harry had never had a wet dream before, and he definitely did not intend to start now, especially not over Malfoy.
     In the blur of reality and desire that his dream provided, his imaginary Malfoy had been able to get through the mental barrier Harry had been trying to put up before falling asleep. He’d continued removing his own clothing, undoing the rest of the buttons of his shirt and sliding it fully off to show Harry his slight yet muscular frame.
     The Dream-Draco had pulled him in to a gentle embrace, and Harry could feel the warmth of Draco’s smooth skin against his chest. He’d moaned and arched his back as Draco dragged his fingernails over it, whispering in his ear.
     ‘Do you like that, Harry?’ The thought of Draco saying his first name sent sparks coursing through Harry’s veins
     ‘Yes, yes!’ Harry had bucked his hips forward, feeling Draco’s prominent erection pressed against his.
     'How much do you like it, Harry?' Draco had drawn his nails up Harry's back and entwined his fingers in his dark hair, forcing Harry to look at him. The intensity in those silver eyes prevented Harry from speaking, his irises were flecked with darker grey, hard shafts of steal in those molten mercury pools. And Harry was lost.
     ‘Harry, you haven’t answered my question’ Draco had dug his nails sharply in to the base of Harry’s neck, making him yelp, and breaking the focus with Draco’s eyes. ‘How much do you like it, Harry? How much do you want me?’
     ‘Oh Merlin, lots!’ Harry had thrown his head back as Draco had leaned forwards and sunk his teeth in to Harry's neck, gently sucking at the soft flesh. Harry had had his arms wrapped around Draco’s back, pulling him close, not wanting to loose the sensation.
     He had moaned in disappointment as Draco had pulled away from his neck, then gasped in surprise as he felt him trailing kisses down his chest. He’d moved slowly, licking at his skin, biting it lightly in places. By the time he had reached his stomach, Harry had thought himself mad from lust. He slid his fingers in to Draco’s hair, willing the blonde to go faster.
     ‘Please, Draco, I- I can’t-’ All his protests had melted away as Draco had griped his throbbing erection and Harry had felt his hot breath, just inches away. He’d moaned, grasping his hair tighter and been rewarded by Draco’s tongue swirling across the head as his hand gently massaged Harry’s shaft.
     Then, without warning, Draco had taken the whole of Harry’s cock deep into his mouth, sucking at the sensitive skin underneath. As he’d started to rock is head backwards and forwards Harry had felt the whole of his lower body contorting. Within a few short strokes he was gone, screaming Draco’s name as he came.

     Harry was surprised to find he wasn’t the only one in the common room. Hermione looked up as he trotted down the stairs from the boy’s dormitories, still only wearing his pyjama bottoms.
     ‘Hey Hermione, what’re you doing up this late?’
     ‘Thought I’d get my Charms essay out of the way,’ She smiled brightly ‘I know its not due in for tomorrows lesson, but I’ve been given a load of arithmancy as well. What about you?’
     ‘Couldn’t sleep.’ Harry yawned in spite of himself. His dreams had obviously taken their toll. Hermione frowned at that, her smile melting into concern.
     ‘Are you alright, Harry?’ We thought we might see you again after you got back from the hospital wing’
     ‘Oh, Madam Pomfrey gave me a sleeping potion’ Said Harry, hurriedly, saying the first excuse that came to mind.
     ‘Harry, I thought you said you couldn’t sleep’ Hermione folded her arms, she obviously wasn’t going to settle for his excuses.
     ‘Oh, er,’ Shit, thought Harry ‘Well, I took it as soon as she gave it to me. I woke up about half an hour ago and haven’t been able to get back to sleep since’
     ‘Right’ Said Hermione, in a voice that suggested she definitely didn’t think what he’d said was “right”
     Harry sighed and slumped in to the chair next to her. He seemed to be sighing rather a lot lately. Hermione must have noticed that too, because she leaned forwards and put her hand on his in what was evidently meant to be a comforting way.
     ‘You can talk to me, if you need to. You do know that, don’t you Harry?’
     ‘Yeah, I do. Thanks Hermione’ Harry smiled weakly. He didn’t think he could ever tell anyone about what was happening to him, least of all his closest friends. ‘I think I’ll go take a bath, I feel a bit feverish’
     ‘I don’t think a bath is the best cure for a fever, Harry’ Said Hermione, in all seriousness.
     ‘I know, Hermione, I just didn’t want to say I was all sweaty’ Harry grinned at the blush that appeared on her cheeks
     ‘Erm, well, why don’t you try the prefects bathroom.’ Hermione seemed to be getting very good at changing the subject at awkward moments. ‘You can use it this year, what with being the captain of the quidditch team’
     ‘Thanks, I will’ Harry grinned again, noticing for the first time the parchment she was working on. It had already hit the floor several feet ago. ‘You should have another go at sleep, too’
     ‘Oh, I haven’t actually been to bed yet’ Hermione seemed completely unconcerned by how late it was, but she started rolling up the dry end of her parchment anyway.
     ‘What, at this time of night?’ Harry wouldn’t have thought Hermione would have jeopardised being awake enough to study the next day for the sake of getting her charms essay in early.
     ‘It’s only one o’clock, Harry’ She said, giving him a slightly odd look. Harry was a little stunned by that, he’d thought it much closer to morning. Great, he thought, now I won’t be able to sleep properly for days. ‘Right, I think I’m going to take your advice and head up to bed’ She smiled at him ‘Enjoy your bath.’

     Harry practically ran all the way to the bathroom. As the memories of the dream had started to trickle back, he’d begun feeling dirtier and dirtier. He could still feel Draco’s body pressed against his, and it was making his skin crawl. Draco’s voice seemed to be inescapably ricocheting around his ears, making him want to scream, drown out those tormenting words. Everything that Harry had dreamed was replaying in his mind; The thought of that pale skin, platinum hair and those deep, grey eyes was driving Harry insane.
     He hoped no one else fancied a late night bath, he might tear his flesh off if he had to wait any longer to get clean.
     However, when Harry arrived, practically panting, at the statue of Boris the Bewildered that stood outside the prefects bathroom, he realised he didn’t actually know what the password was this year. He swore loudly despite the late hour and the possibility of waking people up, trying to remember the password Cedric had given him back in his fourth year.
     ‘Not that it’ll do me any good’ he thought, miserably, resting his head against the smooth wood of the bathroom door. As he did so, he felt the door give way slightly. Surprised, he pushed it, gently at first, and it opened further.
     ‘That’s not right,’ thought a puzzled Harry ‘Maybe they changed the type of magic on the door, so it only responds to the touch of the people allowed in’ He thought back to his own illegal bath during the Triwizard Tournament, pushing the door open further ‘Either that or-’
     Someone was already in there.
     Draco must not have heard Harry opening the door over the rush of water coming from the many taps that surrounded the almost swimming pool sized bath and were shrouding it in low clouds of steam. The blonde had taken his robes off already and now only had a single white towel wrapped around his waist, just long enough to keep him covered as he bent over the taps.
     Harry stood in the doorway, unable to move. Seeing the boy who’d been haunting him all night seemed to prevent his muscles from working. His mind, however, appeared perfectly capable of taking what he was seeing, though not in the way that Harry would have liked.
     ‘Merlin, he’s even more gorgeous than he was in my dream.’
     Harry’s eyes roamed all over Draco’s back, taking in his lean shoulders and slight figure, and the same milky skin that Harry had imagined pressed up against his own just minutes ago. He felt drunk, the thick clouds of steam that hung around the room fogging his mind, whilst the sight of Draco in such a state of undress set every nerve in his body on fire.
     Draco moved on to another set of taps, still unaware of Harry standing stock-still in the doorway. This time, as the blonde knelt down, Harry could see his inner thighs, sending his mind in to overdrive again. He imagined what it would be like to touch that soft skin, feel it clamped around his waist. Harry could feel his loins stirring again, he’d lost count of the amount of times it had happened that night.
     The towel suddenly slipped from around Draco’s waist as he made to get in to the bath. The thought of Draco’s thighs disappeared from Harry’s mind at that. He was mesmerised by the sight of the boy’s arse, and the stirring in his loins turned to a most definite and full-blown erection.
     Unfortunately, Draco chose that moment to glance in the mirror, and their eyes met.
     ‘Potter! What the fuck to you think you’re doing?!’ Draco’s head spun round to look directly at Harry, scrabbling to pick his towel back up from the floor. But one look at the bulge in the front of Harry’s pyjama bottoms made the question redundant. A look of horrified realisation crossed Draco’s face.
     Harry ran. He didn’t know where he was going, he just had to get away from that room. He couldn’t believe himself, couldn’t accept that his body had reacted that way to Malfoy. All the nausea and self-loathing came swarming back in to his body to tear at his heartstrings.
     ‘What’s happening to me?’ he cried silently as he tore round a corner, finally slowing as he saw a familiar suit of armour, behind which was hidden a shallow alcove. He squeezed behind the armour collapsed in to the alcove as if all the life had left him.
     ‘Why him?’ Harry curled up and started to weep quietly.


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Authors Note: Sorry it’s taken so long to get this chapter up, it was my mums birthday yesterday and I’ve been organising party stuff for the past couple for days. Right, well I hope you like this chapter - sorry for the pathetically short/non detailed sex scene, tis hard to write dream sequences. I promise the next one will be much better, just don’t expect to see Dominant!Draco again for a very long time ;]
Oh, and if I get another 5 reviews by Tuesday, I promise to spent the whole day writing fic.