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Chapter 27: The Real Dream
We are moving our way through the Prisoner of Azkaban, at a slow and steady pace, and we pick up in the very first few pages of Chapter 10. ***
For Harry knew who that screaming voice belonged to now. He had heard her words, heard them over and over again during the night hours in the hospital wing while he lay awake, staring at the strips of moonlight on the ceiling. When the Dementors approached him, he heard the last moments of his mother’s life, her attempts to protect him, Harry, from Lord Voldemort, and Voldemort’s laughter before he murdered her...Harry dozed fitfully, sinking into dreams full of clammy, rotted hands and petrified pleading, jerking awake only to dwell again on the sound of his mother’s voice.
Around two in the morning, when Harry finally rolled over back to sleep again, a different dream began – one which he had definitely not expected amidst his current troubles. He was in a dark room, alone, in his pyjamas; except, instead of feeling scared or in anticipation of some horrible thing to happen, he felt ...fine. He was in a bed – one much comfier than the one in the hospital wing – with his eyes closed, feeling the soft wind from a summer’s eve blow in through the window, gently caressing his bare chest.
He couldn’t see anything – it was too dark – but as a result, his other senses perked up; he could smell the freshness of the air, hear the crickets off in the fields, and feel the soft linen that was draped over him.
Suddenly, he heard a footstep near his right; his breathing sped up, and though he was tempted to sit up and try to see what was going on, something inside him told him not to.
The footsteps drew closer, closer, closer, and then stopped, when whoever it was was just beside the bed. Harry could hear the other person breathing – it sounded like a man’s breath, oh no wait, it was too high, it must be that of someone his own age...
Harry heard a swoosh of clothing as the boy leaned in closer near Harry, and then suddenly lips were pressed against his...
WTF? Who is KISSING me? Harry thought, his heart speeding up.
It didn’t feel bad though, and after a moment held in embrace, Harry could feel his cock stirring. His eyes were open and he was trying to see who was doing this to him, but it was to absolutely no avail; it seemed impossible for it to be so dark!
The other boy broke away, and Harry seized the opportunity; he grabbed the boy by his shirt, pulled him close once more, and then asked, “who are you?”
His response was another kiss and a hand ghosting over his clothed erection; it rubbed the head ever so gently, before reaching down and gripping the inside of his thigh, massaging it slightly. The boy broke the kiss a second later, and used his other hand to grab his throbbing cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Harry pressed his head into the pillow and thrust his hips forwards, “d-don’t...don’t sto, ah, -op”
“Won’t” came a mumbled and unrecognizable voice; Harry wanted to ask who was doing this to him, but he wouldn’t be able to bear it if the boy stopped what he was doing.
The boy moved the hand that was stroking Harry’s thigh up to his face, stroking down Harry’s jawline, before he kissed Harry again. Harry was close, and when the boy snaked a hand down Harry’s bare chest, just past his belly button –
“AH!”
Harry came with a very loud gasp, creaming his pyjama pants, thrusting up – the other boy hadn’t even touched his cock and yet he provoked this reaction. His breathing began to slow down, and suddenly both hands left him and he heard footsteps running away. The boy whispered something from a distance, and then ...
Harry woke up, drenched in come and sweat. He opened his eyes and looked around – there was nobody there.
Sighing, he lay back, shucking off his pyjama pants, and then rolling over to go back to sleep.
***
20 minutes earlier.
Draco was standing in the Hospital Wing, wand in one hand, cock in the other; he had not been able to sleep well ever since the night he spent in the Great Hall, without jerking off to Potter once or twice first.
When he had seen Harry fall off his broom, Draco had leaped out of his seat, and run down ahead of everyone else to see if Harry was alright...he had never been so worried before in his life for anyone or anything (not even when Buckbeak had slashed him). He was next to Harry until Dumbledore sweeped him up and brought Harry to the castle, and every hour or so, Draco had gone to the Hospital Wing to see if he was alright – he was always surrounded by his stupid Gryffindor friends, so Draco had not been able to get in until now...now, when Harry was sleeping.
“Caedeoculis” Draco whispered, sealing Harry’s eyes. With his heart pounding at a thousand beats per second, he walked over to Harry. He saw Harry stir slightly, but he was reassured by his spellmanship that everything was fine.
Standing beside the bed, Draco contemplated what the fuck he was actually doing here.
INSIDE DRACO’S HEAD:
Draco: He looks so beautiful
Reason: But he is defenceless
Draco: All the better?
Reason: You do NOT take advantage of the weaker, Draco
Draco: Uh, read the badge, it says SLYTHERIN
Reason: do you really think that this is the way to resolve your inner feelings? By embracing the physical?
Draco: Yes!
Reason: Don’t lie...I know when you do.
Draco: Fuck off!
Reason: If you like him, and I know you do, you should ask him out; it’ll feel better for both of you.
Harry breathed in deeply, and Draco snapped back to attention. Shouting “Fuck you” to his Reason, he leaned in and kissed Harry...
It was everything that he had wanted, and more; by kissing those soft lips, he could feel the other boy breathing, feel his life force, feel him. And, oh boy, they were both horny now...
After getting Harry off, Draco had run out of the room – he just about down the stairs when he realized that the spell was still going...he mumbled “finito!” and then continued to the dorms, not daring to look back. For the first time, he got off four times in the span of an hour and a half, continuously imagining Harry beside him in his bed, before finally collapsing into a deep sleep.
***
It was a relief to return on Monday to the noise and bustle of the main school, where he was forced to think about other things, such as his dream the night before, even if he had to endure Draco Malfoy’s taunting. Harry had noticed that Malfoy was paying more attention to him every day, but he didn’t really care too much, though Malfoy was beside himself with glee at Gryffindor’s defeat.
For Harry knew who that screaming voice belonged to now. He had heard her words, heard them over and over again during the night hours in the hospital wing while he lay awake, staring at the strips of moonlight on the ceiling. When the Dementors approached him, he heard the last moments of his mother’s life, her attempts to protect him, Harry, from Lord Voldemort, and Voldemort’s laughter before he murdered her...Harry dozed fitfully, sinking into dreams full of clammy, rotted hands and petrified pleading, jerking awake only to dwell again on the sound of his mother’s voice.
Around two in the morning, when Harry finally rolled over back to sleep again, a different dream began – one which he had definitely not expected amidst his current troubles. He was in a dark room, alone, in his pyjamas; except, instead of feeling scared or in anticipation of some horrible thing to happen, he felt ...fine. He was in a bed – one much comfier than the one in the hospital wing – with his eyes closed, feeling the soft wind from a summer’s eve blow in through the window, gently caressing his bare chest.
He couldn’t see anything – it was too dark – but as a result, his other senses perked up; he could smell the freshness of the air, hear the crickets off in the fields, and feel the soft linen that was draped over him.
Suddenly, he heard a footstep near his right; his breathing sped up, and though he was tempted to sit up and try to see what was going on, something inside him told him not to.
The footsteps drew closer, closer, closer, and then stopped, when whoever it was was just beside the bed. Harry could hear the other person breathing – it sounded like a man’s breath, oh no wait, it was too high, it must be that of someone his own age...
Harry heard a swoosh of clothing as the boy leaned in closer near Harry, and then suddenly lips were pressed against his...
WTF? Who is KISSING me? Harry thought, his heart speeding up.
It didn’t feel bad though, and after a moment held in embrace, Harry could feel his cock stirring. His eyes were open and he was trying to see who was doing this to him, but it was to absolutely no avail; it seemed impossible for it to be so dark!
The other boy broke away, and Harry seized the opportunity; he grabbed the boy by his shirt, pulled him close once more, and then asked, “who are you?”
His response was another kiss and a hand ghosting over his clothed erection; it rubbed the head ever so gently, before reaching down and gripping the inside of his thigh, massaging it slightly. The boy broke the kiss a second later, and used his other hand to grab his throbbing cock.
“Oh, fuck,” Harry pressed his head into the pillow and thrust his hips forwards, “d-don’t...don’t sto, ah, -op”
“Won’t” came a mumbled and unrecognizable voice; Harry wanted to ask who was doing this to him, but he wouldn’t be able to bear it if the boy stopped what he was doing.
The boy moved the hand that was stroking Harry’s thigh up to his face, stroking down Harry’s jawline, before he kissed Harry again. Harry was close, and when the boy snaked a hand down Harry’s bare chest, just past his belly button –
“AH!”
Harry came with a very loud gasp, creaming his pyjama pants, thrusting up – the other boy hadn’t even touched his cock and yet he provoked this reaction. His breathing began to slow down, and suddenly both hands left him and he heard footsteps running away. The boy whispered something from a distance, and then ...
Harry woke up, drenched in come and sweat. He opened his eyes and looked around – there was nobody there.
Sighing, he lay back, shucking off his pyjama pants, and then rolling over to go back to sleep.
***
20 minutes earlier.
Draco was standing in the Hospital Wing, wand in one hand, cock in the other; he had not been able to sleep well ever since the night he spent in the Great Hall, without jerking off to Potter once or twice first.
When he had seen Harry fall off his broom, Draco had leaped out of his seat, and run down ahead of everyone else to see if Harry was alright...he had never been so worried before in his life for anyone or anything (not even when Buckbeak had slashed him). He was next to Harry until Dumbledore sweeped him up and brought Harry to the castle, and every hour or so, Draco had gone to the Hospital Wing to see if he was alright – he was always surrounded by his stupid Gryffindor friends, so Draco had not been able to get in until now...now, when Harry was sleeping.
“Caedeoculis” Draco whispered, sealing Harry’s eyes. With his heart pounding at a thousand beats per second, he walked over to Harry. He saw Harry stir slightly, but he was reassured by his spellmanship that everything was fine.
Standing beside the bed, Draco contemplated what the fuck he was actually doing here.
INSIDE DRACO’S HEAD:
Draco: He looks so beautiful
Reason: But he is defenceless
Draco: All the better?
Reason: You do NOT take advantage of the weaker, Draco
Draco: Uh, read the badge, it says SLYTHERIN
Reason: do you really think that this is the way to resolve your inner feelings? By embracing the physical?
Draco: Yes!
Reason: Don’t lie...I know when you do.
Draco: Fuck off!
Reason: If you like him, and I know you do, you should ask him out; it’ll feel better for both of you.
Harry breathed in deeply, and Draco snapped back to attention. Shouting “Fuck you” to his Reason, he leaned in and kissed Harry...
It was everything that he had wanted, and more; by kissing those soft lips, he could feel the other boy breathing, feel his life force, feel him. And, oh boy, they were both horny now...
After getting Harry off, Draco had run out of the room – he just about down the stairs when he realized that the spell was still going...he mumbled “finito!” and then continued to the dorms, not daring to look back. For the first time, he got off four times in the span of an hour and a half, continuously imagining Harry beside him in his bed, before finally collapsing into a deep sleep.
***
It was a relief to return on Monday to the noise and bustle of the main school, where he was forced to think about other things, such as his dream the night before, even if he had to endure Draco Malfoy’s taunting. Harry had noticed that Malfoy was paying more attention to him every day, but he didn’t really care too much, though Malfoy was beside himself with glee at Gryffindor’s defeat.