Dreams of the enemy

Ok I know it’s taken me forever but I had a block on this story but here it is.
PS I don’t own anything.


Professor Mc Gonagall cleared her throat still waiting for her answer. Harry looked at her wondering what they could say. The truth was a bit far fetched and she probably wouldn’t believe them. Turning back to his dragon he saw that he was having the same problem.
“Well?” Mc Gonagall asked.
“Well you see it just that um well.” Harry spluttered. “Ah screw it!” he shouted in frustration. He then grabbed the back of Draco’s head and brought their lips crashing together. The kiss was fairly simple but Draco turned it into something passionate in no time.
When they broke apart they encountered varying reactions. Mc Gonagall seemed stunned beyond words, Ron was slowly turning the same colour as his hair, Hermione was just staring at them and Snape kept muttering under his breath.
“I’m scared for life.” He said. “You had to do it. Why, why that?”
“Oh come on Sev.” Draco said. “You’ve seen worse.”
“Don’t remind me.” Snape blanched.
“How? How could you?” Ron said finally finding his voice. “HE’S MALFOY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. YOU KNOW FERRET FACE! HOW COULD YOU?”
“How could I what?” Harry asked feeling his temper rise. “How could I what? Fall in love? Is that what you wanted to know? Or let me guess you want to know how I could fall in love with Draco. Well Ron you don’t need to know that. As my friend you should be happy for me because I’m happy!”
“Harry.” Hermione said in a small voice. “If you are as happy as you say you are then I’m happy for you. Even if it is Malfoy.”
“Thanks ‘Mione.” Harry smiled. He felt Draco nudge his leg and nod toward Professor Mc Gonagall. Harry’s head of house kept opening and closing her mouth like a fish.
“Well Professor does that answer your question?” Draco drawled. All the woman could do was nod.
Leaning down Harry whispered. “She looks a bit like Snape did$that time.”
“Yup.”

It didn’t take long for rumours to spread through out the school. But most of them were so far from the truth it was hilarious.
“How do you think Harry is coping with this?” Neville asked the group, minus Ron who wasn’t talking to anyone.
“He seems to be doing fine.” Dean said. Harry had indeed been taking all of this very well. Almost as if it didn’t matter.
“I have an idea as to how we can find out.” Seamus told them.
“We already tried talking to him.” Neville said.
“Well they say that dreams are the window to the soul.” Seamus said.
“No they don’t.” Hermione told them. “It’s eyes that are the window.”
“Oh it’s close enough!” Seamus exclaimed. “Let’s just take a quick peak and see if his emotions are maybe being translated into dreams.”
After much debate Seamus finally won and they were off to the dormitory. Unfortunately not everyone in the dorm was asleep.
“What are you doing?” Ron asked.
“What do you think?” Hermione lashed.
“We’re going into Harry’s dream to see how he feels about everything that’s happened.” Neville told him.
“Then I’m coming to.”

As they landed they did not find themselves in the dormitory or the Quidditch pitch or the Slytherin dorm but a dungeon room much like the potions lab. There were three occupants. Harry, Draco and Snape.
“It should all subside in time if you don’t do anything out of the ordinary.” Snape was saying.
“I guess your right.” Harry sighed. “It’s just hard you know.”
“I know baby.” Draco said kissing his cheek. “But we’ll get through it.”
“I’m sure you will.” Snape said standing up. “Well I best be off since I have some important business to attend to.”
“Yeah right.” Harry and Draco laughed.
“I do!” Snape cried indignantly.
“Please come off it.” Harry laughed. “You just want to go see Remus.”
“What!” Snape said.
“Like we don’t know.” Draco said. “Oh harder harder. Oh Remus Remus.” Draco moaned doing a very good interpretation of Snape.
“I hate you.” The potions master grated out before warping away.
“Snape and Remus.” Seamus said. “Who would have guessed it?”
“So what do you want to do know?” Draco asked Harry once they had stopped laughing.
“I don’t know.” Harry sighed. “I don’t feel like doing much lately.”
“Don’t I know it.” Draco sighed before perking up. “I have an idea that I know will make you feel better, it always does.”
“You mean?” Harry asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You know it will affect you in real life.”
“Yes Harry. Merlin I already told you yes.”
“Fine.” Harry said as the setting changed.
“Oh no.” Neville whimpered. “When this happens it’s never good.”
The dream invaders looked around to find that they were still in a dungeon but this room was littered with all types of whips and other sex toys. They watched as Draco dropped to his knees in front of Harry and bowed his head.
“Do you want a safe word?” Harry asked.
“No.”
“Love that’s dangerous.”
“Harry how many times have we done this?”
“Lots.”
“Exactly and you’ve never hurt me. You’re too good at this master stuff.”
“Alright.” Harry said before picking up a whip.
“Why do you like this stuff anyway?” Draco asked. The answer he received was a hard smack on his back.
“Did I say you could talk?” Harry asked as he began gathering various implements.
“No master.” Draco replied.


Haha ain’t I a stinker?
Jinx.