Was it a Dream?

DISCLAIMER: Ugh. This again! Yeah, yeah, yeah. I own nothing. (But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have Harry and Draco tied up in my basement.)
Draco: Let us go you mad bint! We aren’t your play things!
Harry: Shut it, Malfoy! You’ll only make her mad!
Me: I don’t get mad! I just get even! Keep that up, Draco, and I’ll have to punish you.
Draco: *sweats* Punish?
Me: That’s right. Punish. As in, you’ve been a very bad boy and I think you need to be spanked. Really HARD.
Harry: … *gulp*
Draco: On second thought…It’s not so bad down here.
Me: That’s what I thought.

WARNING!!! This is not HBP or DH compatible. And it also contains Harry Potter characters being sexy and all around seductive. In other words their all OOC. Contains HOT BOY-ON-BOY snogging and shagging! You’ve been duly warned!

SUMMARY: See chapter one.

PAIRINGS: DM/HP. HG/RW later, I think.

A/N: You guys awesome! You rock my sox!

On with the story…

Chapter 3: The Talk and Something More…

Harry was squirming in his seat. To say he was nervous was a total understatement. He knew that he had to get everything off his chest. It was driving him mad keeping it all in. There was so much that he and Draco had to say. Were they going to go on being enemies and pretend that nothing happened? He looked up and scanned the Slytherin table to find his blond lover. His eyes fell on Draco’s form and found him laughing it up with Blaise and Pansy. ‘I bet he’s not even thinking of me,’ Harry thought sourly. Just as this thought wiggled its way into his mind, it was forcefully pushed out when Draco looked up and his eyes landed on Harry’s. Draco winked at him suggestively, and Harry whimpered and squirmed even more, looking down at his plate. ‘Ok. So maybe he is thinking of me.’

“Harry, you alright?” asked Ron from across the table. Harry’s head shot up and found that half of his housemates were staring at him like he had grown a second head.

“I’m *cough* I’m fine!” He cursed at his cracking vocal chords as he smiled sheepishly and continued to push his food around his plate. “Really,” he added quietly. He jumped when he felt a small hand rest on his shoulder.

Harry felt some of the tension release from his shoulders at the feel of Hermione’s touch. She was always so understanding. He smiled up at her gratefully.

“Honest. I’m fine. I just have a lot on my mind right now,” he said nonchalantly waving a dismissive hand in the air. Hermione returned Harry’s smile with one of her own.

“We know. If you need an outlet, we’ll always be here for you Harry,” she said gesturing to Ron and herself. Harry smiled warily at his two best friends in the world, knowing that they might not be there for him in this. It was Malfoy he was dealing with after all. They could very well hex Draco from now until kingdom come! Even though it wasn’t his fault. He looked back over to the Slytherin table and found Draco still watching him. Draco nodded his head toward the doors to the Great Hall. Harry was confused for all of two seconds before his eyes widened in understanding and he nodded vigorously.

“Um, hey guys. I’ve to get some work done for Potions, so I’ll see you later, yea?” Harry rushed and didn’t wait for Ron or Hermione to protest.

“He’s skiving off to study for another class?!” hollered Hermione angrily. Ron just shrugged.

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A few minutes after Harry left the Great Hall Draco excused himself from the table politely and made his way to the entrance hall. He found Harry leaning against the wall trying to catch his breath. He looked a mess. ‘Fuck me! He looks sexy like that,’ Draco thought. He was startled to realize that he was actually thinking like this. Harry was definitely doing something to him. And he had to admit: he liked it. A lot.

Draco took the time to take in the sight that was Harry Potter. He was leaning up against the wall with his right hand planted flat against the wall at his side and his left hand draped over his eyes. His breathing was slightly labored and he was mumbling to himself. This made Draco chuckle. Potter talked to himself. Oh the possibilities! This was going to be loads of fun. He stored that information away for later use.

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard someone clearing their throat. His head snapped to the sound and found Draco leering at him. He let out a sigh of relief. He thought maybe Draco wouldn’t follow him. Then he took notice of how Draco was looking at him. ‘Merlin if he keeps looking at me like that…’ Harry thought with a shiver of pleasure. Draco began to slink over to Harry and leaned against the wall next to him. His face was close, and Harry tried very hard to swallow the lump that formed in his throat. Gods he wanted to kiss those lips again. He had to, needed to, but not here. Not where anyone could catch them. He wasn’t ready for that yet.

Harry pulled himself from the wall and grabbed the sleeve of Draco’s robes to drag him along behind him. Draco sputtered out his disagreement of this treatment when he found himself in another silenced classroom. ‘Déjà vu,’ thought Draco amusedly.

“Draco…what are we?” Harry asked abruptly.

“What are we? Merlin, Potter, we haven’t done anything serious yet and you’re already needy,” Draco teased.

“You know what I mean. Two enemies can’t dry hump and think that things just stay the same. Besides, I-” here he had to swallow around the lump in his throat again. Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to tell his most hated enemy (second to Voldemort, of course) that he would very much rather be friends; lovers even? He looked up to Draco and caught his eyes again and he knew the answer. He didn’t see hate or disgust. What he saw was…he couldn’t place it. Certainly it wasn’t love. No, he was just seeing things; putting too much into that one look. Even so, he was still going to go through with this. He started it after all.

“I’d much rather be friends with you.”

Draco was completely floored! It took seven long years, but finally Harry Potter was accepting his friendship. Except now Draco actually wanted it. He went from hoping that he’d accept back in first year, to hating him for not, back to hoping again. Draco knew that he should be furious at Harry for making him ride a virtual roller coaster (yeah I know roller coasters are a muggle invention! Call it creative license. ;3) of emotion and tell him to “piss off,” but all he could feel was total and complete joy. Because, after all, friendship always lead to other more interesting activities. “Really?” he asked coyly; looking down at him with half lidded, sultry eyes, finding real amusement in Harry’s bright blush.

Harry realized that Draco was again quite close and he felt the heat rise in him at the need to touch the gorgeous blond in front of him. He cleared his throat and nodded his head. “Yeah. Maybe even…you know…friends with benefits,” he answered as he brought a hand up to trace lightly on Draco’s aristocratic jaw.

“Hmm. That sounds…bloody fantastic,” Draco purred. He felt his cock twitch at thought of Harry plunging balls deep in him. Oh Gods I’ve gone mad!’ he thought. But he didn’t want to lose sight of why he was here. He had promised himself that he would come clean and tell Harry about the dreams.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I have to confess something to you”

Harry gulped in nervousness. Was he going to admit he was in love with him? Bloody hell. He nodded to let Draco know that he was listening. Draco cleared his throat and continued. “I wanted to tell you about…”

“About what?” Harry prompted.

“About my dreams.” Harry’s eyes widened at this.

“Dreams? You mean like…erm…well y-you know…” Harry stuttered, making a vague thrusting gesture. Draco nodded. Harry blinked two or three times, then launched himself at Draco, knocking them both into the nearest desk.

“Potter! What-?” Draco tried to protest, but found that he liked the way Harry was trying to suck his face off instead. He pushed his hips up into Harry’s and groaned in pleasure as both their arousals ground together deliciously. The sensations ripped a moan from Harry and he knew that he was lost. He absently began to grind his hips into Draco’s and his hands began to urgently undo the ties of his school robes and slide them off Draco’s shoulders and onto the floor. Next he lifted the undoubtedly expensive wool vest over his head, untied his Slytherin tie, and unbuttoned his crisp, white shirt. As soon as Draco’s creamy skin was exposed, Harry latched onto it, suckling and kissing and nipping. He traveled down Draco’s chest and found one of his perky man-nipples just waiting for attention. And so he latched onto to that too.

Draco mewed and arched up into Harry’s talented mouth. He felt Harry smile smugly around his hyper sensitive nipple, but didn’t care. All he wanted was Harry to move lower, lower; lower still until he reached the place that he needed him the most. He didn’t have to wait long. Harry soon got bored with both nipples and moved down the rest of Draco’s sexy, tight abs until he reached the waste band of Draco’s ridiculously expensive trousers. He was sure Draco would complain loads about the state of his clothes after their romp, but didn’t care.

Harry soon had said trousers unzipped and his underpants pushed down just enough so that his cock was free and standing at proud attention. Harry nearly drooled at the sight. God it was absolutely glorious! He wasted no time diving right in. With one hand gently holding Draco’s cock and the other fumbling around with his own zipper, (just to relieve pressure, mind you. He wasn’t planning on touching himself. He would wait for Draco to take care of him) Harry licked from base to tip, teasing the pulsing vein. Draco elicited a mixed sound of a grunt and a whimper that bolstered Harry’s courage.

Draco looked down at the same time Harry took all of him in his hot, wet mouth. “Oh Gods…” That sight turned him on more than anything else in his entire life. The sight of Harry Potter down on his knees taking all of his hard cock into his mouth almost made him cum right then and there. But then Harry began to suck and Draco was sure that was the end. He would embarrassingly cum in ten seconds flat and that would be it. He looked down again and saw Harry’s green eyes looking back up at him as he sucked him like a champ.

“Yes, Harry! Oh gods, yesss! Fuck! You look so good…sucking my cock! I can’t-” He hissed when Harry hummed against is cock sending the sensation through Draco’s body in mini shock waves. Harry released his cock with a wet pop just as Draco thought he was going to explode. “Sorry,” Harry said when Draco whimpered at the lose, “but my jaw hurts. I’ve never done this before.” Draco went to grab his arm to pull him back up, but he shook his head vigorously.

“No way. I’m finishing this. And don’t hold back. I want to see you cum. I want to see you stripped and unadulterated,” he whispered huskily as he once again trapped Draco’s cock in his mouth. It felt as hard as stone, but the skin that surrounded it was like velvet. And he didn’t taste that bad. Not all too great, but he could get used to it.

Soon he could feel Draco twitching inside of his mouth as he worked his tongue all around the length and knew that he was close. Draco grabbed up handfuls of Harry’s hair as he thrust enthusiastically into Harry’s talented mouth. “Ooh fuck…me…yes, Yes, YES, YES!!! Ooohh Fuck!! Gonna…Cum!!!” Draco threw his head back and shouted as he shuddered violently and all his passion spilt forth into Harry’s waiting mouth.

Harry clamped his mouth over Draco’s jerking cock and lazily bobbed his head, milking his lover of every drop of his hot white cum. He found he liked Draco’s cum. Not too bitter or salty. But not too sweet either. It was just simply Draco. Harry swallowed up the last spurt and released Draco’s softening member with a lewd slurp licking up some of what dribbled down his chin and what ended up on his fingers.

Draco, meanwhile, was trying to catch his breath. He felt like he might’ve almost passed out for a minute back there. Good gods that was good! Still trembling, he took in as deep of a breath as he could manage and opened his eyes to see Harry cleaning up cum from his fingers. ‘Jesus!’ he thought as his cock twitched. Harry must’ve noticed because his eyes widened and he looked up at Draco, his face stunned.

“Already?”

“No, it’s just that-you sucking my cum from your fingers-” he let out a whimper. “It’s well…Sexy, that.” Gods he was pervert!

“Oh,” said Harry simply. He stood up and winced as he realized that he hadn’t cum yet. Soon Harry found himself pushed up against the desk with Draco over him. He was attached to his earlobe and Harry gave a sharp gasp when he felt a cold hand grip his cock.

“Ready Harry? You were such a good boy and didn’t touch yourself. One good deed deserves another, right?” At this Harry nodded his head. “Right. So now…” He trailed off as he began to pump Harry’s cock in his tight fist, lubricated by copious amounts of pre-cum. He stopped for second to push Harry’s trousers and pants down to release his member from its confines. Draco resumed his torturous pleasure on Harry’s length, sometimes swirling his palm around tip. Soon Harry, too, was shuddering his release and moaning Draco’s name loud and proud.

After Harry could catch his breath, he and Draco shared a lazy kiss and extracted themselves from each other, and Draco cast a quick cleansing spell on them both. They both got their cloths back in order (in Draco’s case putting everything back on, practically).

“So um, about those dreams,” Harry started, but was interrupted by Draco raising a hand to stop him.

“Never mind. They’re really stupid and-”

“It’s okay. Er, well I’ve sort have been having some too. And surprise! You’re the main star,” Harry admitted shyly. ‘Ho ho! No wonder he’s been all frisky, and cheeky, and ambushing me! He’s probably been wanking to visions of me like I’ve been of him!’

“Well well! This is a startling twist. If they were anything like mine, then I’m sure you were terribly frustrated…sexually,” Draco teased.

“So, what now? Do we keep this to ourselves, or come out?” Harry asked carefully. Draco tapped his chin as he thought, and then smirked at Harry cheekily. “I think it’s time that we announce our new budding relationship. And if your friends or mine don’t like it, they can bugger off.”

“Good.” Harry couldn’t care less about thinking things through at this point, or whether his housemates (save Ron and Hermione, of course) cared about their relationship. Just then the period bell rang, and Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and together they burst through the door. The students in the corridor jumped at the sound of the door banging open, and then jumped again at the sight of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy walking down the hall holding hands no less.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other in complete shock. “Well I told you they weren’t nightmares ‘Mione. And you owe me fifty Galleons,” said Ron dryly.

“Oh bugger. I hate it when you’re right!”

TBC

A/N: Well there you go. I hope you like it. Please review!!!

Oh and I know that 50 Galleons is a lot, but I'm too lazy to change it. >:P

Lots o’ Luv!
HarrynDracos_Melissa ;)