Dream Lover

beta'd by the ever patient knightmare. If I could, I would keep her in my pocket and carry her with me always to make me sound half-way intelligent in my regular life. Much love, km!

Disclaimer: They're not mine. I wish I could claim them, but it's probably for the best that I can't. I surely wouldn't have finished the first book.

A/N: This chapter has indecency with a snake. Seriously. If you're squicked by that, please don't read any further! Also, please remember that the boys are dreaming. They are of age and are dreaming of moments throughout their school years. If I haven't scared you off yet, please read on.

Harry watched in horror as the snake flew through the air, landing with a hiss directly in front of Justin Finch-Fletchley. He looked around, waiting for Lockhart to do something, only to realize that everyone in the crowd was showing little reaction to the proceedings on the “stage” where the duel had been taking place. He looked down the end to Draco; instead of seeing the twelve-year old boy he had expected to see, he saw the seventeen-year old man that he’d come to desire with every breath in his body.

Realizing this was a dream, he concentrated and suddenly the room was empty, save him Draco, and strangely enough, the still hissing snake.

‘Be calm,’ he said to the snake in Parseltongue. ‘We mean you no harm.’

‘I am offended at the treatment of the false one. Serpents are not meant to fly.’

Harry smiled at the snake’s description of Lockhart as he continued his strange conversation. ‘Dragons are serpents and they are lovely fliers, but yes, I understand how you would not like to find yourself in a situation over which you have no control.’

The snake met his gaze, holding it steady for several seconds, seeming to take his measure. ‘Who is the other? The albino?’

Harry frowned. Albino? He started shaking his head in confusion before he was interrupted by an angry Draco.

“What is the meaning of this, Potter? Are you trying to get that snake to attack me?”

Harry’s gaze flicked to the blond, who he had nearly forgotten during his dialogue with the snake. White hair, pale skin…ah, Draco was the ‘albino’ to which the snake had been referring.

“The snake is not going to attack you, Draco. Stop being such a girl.” Harry smirked at the blush that spread across those soft cheeks, watching as the other young man dipped his head forward, hiding behind his loose hair.

The snake hissed in amusement. ‘He is very attracted to you, dark one. I can sense his lust like a cloud that hangs over him, following him everywhere.’

Harry looked at the snake, mouth dropping open a bit in amazement. ‘You can sense lust?’

‘Yes, it is very appealing to me. Makes me want to lick over him and taste it.’

Harry’s breathing became shallow as he thought about what the snake was saying. He concentrated again and suddenly Malfoy was standing in all his pale, naked glory. He stalked toward him, eyes eagerly taking in every inch of the previously unseen form. As he looked him over, he noticed Malfoy becoming aroused, and his own cock twitched in reaction.

Reaching Malfoy, he pulled the other boy’s wand through his loose grip, watching in fascination as the grey eyes widened. Sliding around behind him, Harry wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled the unresisting body flush against his still-clothed chest. He dipped his head, allowing his lips to barely touch the shell of the other boy’s ear as he whispered, “Shhh. It’s all right. I won’t hurt you.”

“What do you—What are you doing?” Malfoy asked as haughtily as his shaky voice would allow.

Dragging one hand up Draco’s firm, smooth torso, Harry tweaked a dusky nipple as he answered, “Pleasuring you.”

Draco yelped as he felt something slither up his leg. Potter was a hard presence at his back, and what his hands were doing… Draco couldn’t stop a moan from escaping his lips. He had realized he was dreaming when Potter had made the other inhabitants of this memory disappear, but he had been unable to take control at any point. And oddly, he felt entirely safe. The arm wrapped around him centred him, gave him something on which to focus other than his own nudity.

He gasped when he heard the hissing sounds of Potter speaking Parseltongue to the snake. This close, feeling the breath over his ear and neck, the sensations shot straight to his groin and he bucked his hips, needing touch there. His eyes slid closed and his head fell back on the brunet’s muscular shoulder as he gave in to the feelings he was currently experiencing.

‘Taste him,’ Harry said to the snake that was winding itself up Malfoy’s thigh.

The snake looked at him and blinked before opening its mouth impossibly wide and taking in the entirety of Draco’s length.

Draco moaned and brought his hands up, twining them in the thickness of Potter’s hair as he dragged the other boy’s mouth around and down for a passionate, open mouthed kiss. He refused to look down, not wanting to see his cock being devoured by the snake but loving the sensation of the muscular throat undulating and swallowing around him.

Harry continued to tweak at Malfoy’s nipples as he became lost in the kiss, pushing his hips slowly against the taut arse pressed so tightly against him. Malfoy moaned and spread his legs slightly, allowing Harry to press even closer.

Draco dragged his mouth away as something niggled at his brain. “How are you taller than me, Potter?”

Harry chuckled, not bothering to remove his lips from Malfoy’s neck as he replied, “It’s my dream, Malfoy. I can be and do whatever I want in my dream.”

Draco rumbled a nonsensical reply, not bothering to argue with Potter that it was in actuality his dream. He really couldn’t form a coherent reply at any rate; between what the snake was doing to his cock and what Potter was doing to his nipples and throat, he was about to explode into a thousand glittering pieces.

He lost control completely as he felt a slick, cool presence sliding sensuously over the skin behind his balls, pressing firmly and rhythmically as the snake constricted around his cock. With a shout he came, pulsing down the snake’s muscular, gripping throat, not noticing the tiny prick of fangs in his moment of pure bliss.

Harry whimpered, the sound of Draco in the grip of orgasm was too sexy to be imagined and the look on his face… The blond’s jaw was clenched tight, his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, muscles flexing all along his lithe body as his hips jutted forward, slinging the snake off him with the force of his release. Harry drew his dream lover back against him and rubbed along that pert arse, grinding into it as his hands clenched around slim hips, digging in enough to leave bruises that would not be felt for hours. He sighed Draco’s name along his neck just before he bit down on that tender skin, increasing his thrusts until with a flood of wet warmth, he came against Draco’s back.

With a shuddering breath he opened his eyes…to his darkened dormitory.

~*~

Draco slowly opened his eyes, blinking in the charmed morning sunlight streaming through the windows. He felt so relaxed and well rested this morning, and knew it was all because of the dream he’d had during the night. He’d never had an orgasm as explosive as the one he’d imagined…

He felt his sheets, noticing the stiff spot at his waist where apparently he’d ejaculated all over the silk. Damn! These sheets were expensive. He hoped he hadn’t ruined them. Well, as long as they’re ruined anyway, I might as well take advantage of it, he thought with a small wicked grin. He ran his hand down over his chest, flicking over his sensitive nipples with a sigh while he replayed the dream in his mind.

He wondered idly if being turned on by the thought of a snake going down on him was the sign of a cracked mind, then decided he really didn’t care.

His hand continued on its downward path as he teased himself slowly, lingering over the soft hair that ran in a line down his firm belly, then circling around over his hips. With a hiss he pulled his hand back. Shit! That hurt! He lifted the sheet and peered down at himself.

It took precisely two seconds for Draco Malfoy to realize he had indeed gone round the bend. There, on his hips, were two perfect handprints. Well, fingerprints really, from where someone had obviously gripped him too hard in a moment of passion.

Draco started laughing, a slightly high-pitched hysterical sort of laugh, and within moments the other occupants of the dorm were awake and casting dark looks his direction. Hyperventilating at this point, it wasn’t long before darkness rose up to meet him.

~*~

Harry walked in to the Great Hall, ravenously hungry after his escapades of the night before. Or rather, the escapades that he’d had during his erotic dreams of the night before. He was actually surprised he felt so well rested this morning.

He looked across the hall toward the Slytherin table as had become his habit over the past week and nearly tripped over his feet when he noticed Malfoy was missing. His heart leapt to his throat as he began imagining all sorts of horrible calamities befalling the blond.

Without stopping to think of it, he crossed over to Theodore Nott and asked in a voice harsh with worry, “Where’s Malfoy?”

The pinch-faced boy looked up and snapped, “He’s in the hospital wing! What’s it to you, freak?!”

Harry felt his face draining of all blood and he blindly turned and stumbled his way back across the hall to the Gryffindor table, where he collapsed into his seat.

Ron turned a shocked face to him and asked, “What the hell were you doing over there, Harry? You do know that’s the Slytherin table, don’t you mate?”

Harry just looked at him dazedly, not able to gather his thoughts together enough to respond.

He looked at Hermione in anguish as he whispered, “I need to go to the hospital wing.”

Hermione looked at him, anxious concern lining her face as she nodded and asked gently, “Do you want me to walk you there?”

Harry pulled himself together enough to shake his head as he slowly stood and made his way to the hospital wing.

~*~

“Mr. Malfoy, is there anything else you need to tell me?” Madam Pomfrey asked sternly, not at all shocked at the dreams Draco had explained to her he was having. She’d been a medi-witch in a school full of hormonal teenagers far too long to bat an eyelash over a mere dream.

“I…no, nothing! I had a dream and woke up and…this! You are going to fix this. I am a Malfoy, and I will not--” Draco broke off before he descended into hysterics again. ‘Am I going crazy? Oh Merlin, I’m going to end up in St. Mungo’s.’ he thought hysterically, thrusting his fingers into his hair.

Dropping his hands back into his lap and taking a few deep, calming breaths, he sneered at Madam Pomfrey, “I am not crazy and you will not send me to St. Mungo’s. Do we understand one another? If you even think about it, I will have your job.”

The medi-witch sighed impatiently before telling him in a no-nonsense voice, “Of course you aren’t going crazy, Mr. Malfoy. It seems to me that you have some sort of sleeping disorder.” She glared at the arrogant boy in the sterile hospital bed and added with pursed lips, “You might want to question your dorm mates and see if one of them is receiving ‘nightly visits.’”

Draco turned three shades of red before burying his head in his hands. If he was fucking someone in his sleep, he was going to jump off the Astronomy tower.

“Once I’ve healed you, I want you to go to Professor Snape for some sleep therapy. He has several potions which are able to control your sleepwalking and other night-time activities.”

Draco nodded resignedly, thankful that his problem would go no further than the medi-witch and his Head of House. He missed hearing the door to the hospital wing open and close as an invisible figure left the room.

~*~

Harry fell back against the wall, stunned at what he’d overheard. Malfoy was having dreams eerily similar to his own. When he’d woken after the first dream, he’d noticed a small bruise at the base of his throat but had put it off as a Quidditch injury. Now… Now he wasn’t so sure.

His hand went to his neck and he closed his eyes and rubbed along the skin lightly as he replayed the dream in his mind. The Forbidden Forest, Care of Magical Creatures class, sunlight streaming all around them. Harry rubbed his hips against those of his nemesis, needing the friction. He whispered Draco's name over and over as the blond bit down on the sensitive place at the base of his throat. He opened his eyes again, breathing slightly erratically as he once again remembered the feel of teeth, the brush of soft lips, and the touch of a tongue right there.

A sharp, terrified scream pierced his reminiscing. Through the door he heard Malfoy’s hysterical shout.

“What do you mean fang marks?!”

TBC