DreamScape Interlude

Chapter Three

“Oh god…harder…yes…shit…I’m so close…” Harry moaned as the blonde sex god above him pounded into his willing body again and again.

“Gods, do you know…how fucking…tight…you are?” Draco asked huskily as he worked his body against the one beneath his.

Harry screamed as his orgasm hit him hard. With a couple more pounding thrusts, Harry felt Draco release into his body before the blonde slouched against him, still thrusting gently.

“I love you baby.” Harry whispered kissing the head of blonde hair resting on his chest.

“I love you too Harry.” Draco answered dropping a chaste kiss to Harry’s sweaty neck before shifting to lay beside him in a more comfortable position.

Harry bolted up in his bed to the sound of Jessica knocking on the door. He sighed and dropped back onto the mattress. Groaning, he pulled a pillow over his head and tried to ignore the knocking and the voice cal his his name.

“I’m up.” He called from under the pillow when he heard the door open.

“There is a shower waiting for you Harry.” Jessica said smirking at Harry’s futile attempt to feign sleep.

“Fine…thanks…can you make sure my coffee is ready for me afterwards…please?” Harry asked finally peeking out from under the pillow.

“Sure thing.” With that, the door closed blanketing Harry in blissful darkness again.

The young brunette sighed. He sat up again and almost immediately his lip curled in disgust. It was a well kept secret that Harry was a very neat person…finding a wet spot in his boxers was not something he welcomed. He shook his head and stripped his bed of its sheets, stepped out of his boxers and donned his robe before heading down the hall towards his bathrwherwhere his shower awaited him.

Twenty minutes and a cold shower later, Harry was dressed in tight form fitting black jeans, a black muscle shirt and an emerald green button down shirt left open and un-tucked. He finished off his ensemble with black leather boots and a sprits of cologne.

“Perfect.” He muttered as his glasses were replaced with contacts. He winked to his reflection before making his way down the stairs to the kitchen.

“Hey there handsome. You’re friends are in the sitting room. Here’s your coffee too by the way.” Jessica said handing him his morning kick start.

“Thanks.” Harry answered before walking into the sitting room.

“You two are here early.” He said startling his two best friends.

“Holy hell Harry.” Seamus exclaimed. “Don’t scare us like that! And what the hell are you wearing?” He asked.

“Really Seamus, use a little more alliteration this early in the morning why don’t you.” Dean said sarcastically. “But since you said it, who are you trying to seduce with the look?” He asked when Harry sat down sipping on his coffee.

Harry laughed. “Do I look that bad?” He asked.

“No you look that good. Every girl at school is gonna try to jump you, you know.” Dean quipped.

Harry smirked. “I’m counting on onrsonrson.” He answered.

“Who, pray tell, is this ‘one person’ if you don’t mind me asking that is.” Seamus asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re gonna be late if we don’t get going soon. Let me get my stuff.” Harry said heading towards the kitchen to drop his now empty coffee mug off.

“Hey, don’t forget we have practice today.” Dean said.

“Alright.” Harry said grabbing his gear bag along with his book bag. ‘Let the games begin.’ Harry smirked at the almost evil thought as it flitted through his mind as he made his way out the front door to Dean’s corvette.

Even though they were in a small town, they were all rich business families. They still lived like small town families did, waking up to do morning chores outside in the summer time, never staying out too late at night. It was all too much for someone who was never really part of a small town community to understand.

Draco stared in disbelief. Harry Potter was wearing something out of his norm. ‘He looks…good,’ he admitted to himself as he watched the brunette pass by talking to some of his teammates. Suddenly berating himself for the thought, Draco made his way to his locker to grab his morning books.

“Draco, please tell me you know how to do the last two problems for the Chemistry homework.” Hermione said as she leaned against the locker next to the blondes.

“Easy there ‘Mione. You know chemistry is my easiest subject. Did you understand Mr. Binns homework? I could use some help with that one.” Draco said.

“Sure. Mutual benefits, I like this relationship.” She said.

Draco laughed as they made their way to AP History. The blonde stopped outside the door to watch for Blaise when he noticed Pansy Parkinson and the other members of his unofficial fan club heading his way. “Shit.” He muttered. He hated them.

“Poor Dray.” Hermione teased.

“Hush.” He answered smiling.

“She’s not the biggest slut on the cheerleading squad for nothing you know. She’s trying to make you jealous.” She said logically.

“I know. I don’t like loose sluts. Sloppy seconds aren’t my style anyways. Come on, we’re gonna be late.” He said before Pansy had the chance to talk to him.

Harry smirked and walked into the classroom, nodded to one of the boys from the soccer team and sat down. As the class started, Harry felt eyes on him and smirked. He knew EXACTLY who was staring at him. He raised his hand and waited for the teacher to look up.

“Mr. Binns,” Harry finally said.

“What is it?” The elder asked.

“Sir, may I go to the bathroom?” He asked.

“Fine, just get out of my classroom.” He answered. He was clearly annoyed by the interruption.

Harry took the pass and left the classroom heading down the hall to the lower levels of the building. He knew Draco was following him-he had a way to get what he wanted with the teachers- he also knew the lower levels of the school were empty until after the first lunch shift. He smirked and walked into his afternoon English classroom- which was empty for the time being- and hid in the shadows beside the door.

Draco was curious. Before he knew what hit him, his body was pinned against a closed door in the dark classroom he had just entered. His mind registered soft lips mere centimeters from his skin before he heard a low chuckle.

“So tell me, Malfoy, how does it feel to be on the receiving end?” Harry asked with a hard thrust of his hips.

“Let me go Potter.” Draco answered weakly.

“I dunno, I think you like this.” Harry taunted.

Draco struggled half heartedly. He inhaled sharply when their hips met. “Just let me go.” He said choking back a moan when Harry’s tongue snaked out to lick the skin of his neck. ‘Damn, why didn’t I stay in New York?’ He thought, trying desperately to keep his mind off of what was happening. He was the one who was supposed to be in control, not Harry.

\"You know, I’ve been having dreams about you. Are you curious enough to find out what you were doing in those dreams?” Harry asked huskily next to the blonde’s ear.

Draco felt his rationale mind slowly slipping away. His deepest desires were coming forth-the ones he tried to quell. He had secretly always wanted to be seduced and dominated. His pride wouldn’t let him think about it. He finally gave in to his over powering desire.

“Tell me.” he said breathlessly.

“You’re always making me scream so loud, pounding in and out of my body, telling me how tight I am…how gorgeous I look when I come. Then there are the dreams that you’d be begging me to fuck you faster…harder…deeper.” Harry whispered the last three words in what Draco would describe as pure sex as he kissed and nipped the blondes neck in between words.

“Oh gods…yes…” Draco hissed feeling his knees get weaker.

‘Now or never.’ Harry thought as he leaned in to kiss Draco. Tongues met and danced in an ancient ritual of passion as moans were torn from both their throats. Pulling away for air, harry grinned.

“See you in class Draco.” With his name whispered in his ear, Harry left draco alone to try and gain some self control over his body.

Oliver wood looked up when Harry walked back into the classroom almost 20 minutes later. Being the only senior in the classroom really annoyed him, but there were certain advantages. One of said advantages was being able to keep four of the varsity soccer players in line. Oliver smirked when Draco walked back into the classroom looking extremely irritated as he took his seat.

“Hey Dean, pass this to Harry.” Oliver said handing a folded note to him.

“Sure thing cap.” Dean said. “Seamus, pass this to Harry, it’s from the cap.” He said.

Seamus nodded and passed the note over to harry. “It’s from Oliver.” He said.

Harry opened the note and smirked. Scribbling something down, he passed the note back to Seamus, who sent it through Dean to Oliver.

“Alright class, you’ve got some free time, homeroom bell is about to ring. Do whatever you want.” Bin Binns said.

Oliver, Seamus, and Dean converged on Harry. “Tell me you’re joking.” Oliver said.

“Nope.” Harry answered.

“Joking ‘bout what?” Seamus and Dean asked together.

Oliver showed them the note while Harry waited.

“Oh geez Harry, a football player?” Seamus asked.

“Malfoy to boot?” Dean asked.

\"Is this really worth it?\" Oliver asked.

\"Hey my choice, and yes cap, it is worth it.” Harry said.

Hermione and Blaise moved towards Draco to find him more upset than normal. He didn’t even look up when Blaise asked him what was wrong. Hermione arched an eyebrow and followed her friends line of sight.

“It’s Potter isn’t it? She asked.

“Yep.” Draco answered.

“What happened?” Blaise asked.

“He stole my breath.” Draco replied.