Elements of Surprise

Chapter 2:
The Dream

Harry walked along the beach near a raging and wild ocean. He didn’t know why he enjoyed the crashing of the waves upon the jagged rocks, but it brought him a feeling of safety and security, as weird as that sounded.

He knew that he was dreaming, he always did when he came to this place. He came here so often that he had figured out how to bring things into this dream. A lot of the time his subconscious even brought in items, or at times even people, one certain person for that matter.

Harry looked up with his gorgeous green eyes and saw the one person who always seemed to grace his ‘Hidden Shadow Dream’ as he called it, Draco Malfoy. He walked towards the platinum-haired wizard, wondering if Draco even ever remembered being in Harry’s dream.

The two boys finally stood next to each other. Startling green eyes met steel-grey.

“Hello Handsome!”

“Hello Gorgeous!”

Harry always enjoyed this part of his dream, because he knew that he would never have the chance, or the courage, to do any of what he was about to do, when he was awake.

He reached out and touched Draco’s soft, pale cheek, caressing it and sliding his hand down Draco’s neck, to his hand. Draco shivered, knowing what was coming next.

Harry brought Draco’s hand to his mouth, kissing each digit and laving open-mouth kisses to the inside of Draco’s palm.

Draco ran his hand through harry’s raven-silk tresses, allowing a small moan to escape his throat. Harry kissed his way up to Draco’s elbow, then his shoulder, up Draco’s neck, and finally meeting Draco’s soft and smooth lips with his own.

Harry knew that Draco would never remember what happened in these dreams, but still, each time they met, they both took their touching slowly.

Draco’s palm met with Harry’s hard chest, and slid down towards the most chiseled abdomen that ever graced the planet earth.

Harry kissed his way down Draco’s face, towards the the juncture between Draco’s shoulder and his neck. He began sucking and licking, leaving a mark, that he wished would really be left on the real Draco, but sadly, Harry knew that this was only a dream.

A low moan rumbled through Draco’s chest, making Harry more excited than he had ever thought he could be from a simple noise.

Draco began to lose his patience with Harry’s slow kisses, and ripped Harry’s white button-up shirt from his body. Draco had wanted to feel Harry’s glorious skin, and that is exactly what he got.

Harry, surprised by Draco’s sudden forcefulness, moaned low in his throat, wishing that the real Draco, and not the dream one, would really do this to him sometime.

Harry had been having many daydreams that Draco would corner him somewhere, smash their chests together, tear off Harry’s shirt and began rubbing their slick and sweaty bodies together, snogging one another senseless.

Harry’s mind was pulled back to what was currently happening in his dream, Draco’s hands had slowly slid down his chest, then massaged his chiseled abdomen. Harry grabbed onto Draco’s head, running his hands through Draco’s silky tresses. Harry had noticed that Draco had stopped putting gel in it. He thought it made Draco look like an even more sensual, sex-God.

Draco’s glorious pale and well-mannered fingers began unbuttoning Harry’s black pants as he kissed down Harry’s body. His pale, pink lips trailed their way down Harry’s abdomen and began sucking their way down the trail of hair that ended at the base of a part of his body that, at the moment, was as hard and swollen as it had ever been during the entire sixteen years of Harry’s life

Harry felt his black silk boxers sliding down his legs, and then Harry felt Draco’s warm breath , blowing slowly over his shaft. He felt Draco lean his head down and saw him slowly flick out his tongue...but before that wonderfully skilled tongue could touch the tip of Harry, Draco, as well as the entire beach, was ripped away from him.

Harry sat up with a start. Hermione stood at the end of Harry’s bed, calling his name over and over again.

“Finally, Harry! Merlin’s beard, what took you so long to wake up? I’ve been in here for half an hour trying to wake you up. Breakfast ends in half an hour, you need to get dressed.”

Hermione stood there, tapping her foot, waiting for Harry to make a move to begin getting ready. He only sat there looking at her, trying to slow down his labored breathing.

“Mione, you need to leave so I can get ready. Don’t worry Mummy-Mione, I’m a big boy, I think I can handle getting dressed by myself!”

Hermione humphed and then began making her way towards the door out of the boy’s dormitory. Before she turned the handle, she turned back around to look at the scraggly, just woken-up Harry, and said, “Harry? Were you having a nightmare about He-who-must-not-be-named, because you were moaning and your face was contorted as if you were in pain? You kept saying, ‘Oh Merlin!’ like you were hurt or injured in some way. Are you feeling well? Nothing happened, did it?"

Harry hid his blushing face behind his raven-tresses and stuttered out, “N-no ‘Mione! It was just a regular...umm...nightmare. It wasn’t a vision or anything.”

“Oh! All right then!” Hermione turned around and made her way out the door.

Harry fell back into the bed, wondering how he was going to get rid of his ‘problem’ before meeting up with Hermione and Ron at breakfast.