Changing Minds in Hard Times
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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24
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14,259
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73
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Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter Five
Draco was passed out on the bed, the clothing Harry had given him carefully laid out so as not to wrinkle it. He may not be a true Malfoy any longer, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to look his best. Especially for Harry.
He was dreaming the same dream he had almost every night. Harry was there in the soft bed beside him, naked and clearly unapologetic about that fact. The brunette leaned over him and gently placed a soft kiss on his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.” Dream Harry said, smiling softly.
Draco sighed and smiled happily. Dream Harry was making love to him, making the blond come so hard it was painful. He could feel the brunette’s seed spurting inside of him. It was everything he wanted it to be. How it should be.
And then things changed. Harry’s loving face and sparkling green eyes morphed into the features of Voldemort. His face contorted with excitement and hate. His dead eyes glowing excitedly.
“Dreaming the same sappy things, young Malfoy?” Voldemort asked as he continued to thrust, roughly. Voldemort wasn’t part of his dream. He was real. Inside Draco’s unconscious mind.
“No…get out…you’re not my master. I don’t belong to you. Let go!” He muttered, his voice rising to a loud plea.
Voldemort laughed. “Oh but you are mine. I will have you back. I will find you, young Malfoy.” Suddenly the dream was dissipating, and Draco sat up in the bed covered in sweat. He fought his hair out of his face and covered his face with his hands, trying to get calm again.
A nearby noise told him that someone was there, and he knew it had to be Harry.
“Bad dream?”
Yes, it was Harry. Draco slid his hands down his face and replied “Yeah. A bit of an understatement.”
“Want to talk about it?”
Draco blushed. He would rather reenact the part before Voldemort burst into it. He shook his head.
“No, but thanks, Potter.”
Harry nodded and turned to leave. Draco stopped him. “Potter?”
“Yes, Malfoy?”
“Voldemort was in my dream. He knows I’m here.”
“He can’t have you, Malfoy. Not while I’m around.” With that said, Harry turned and left the room.
He was dreaming the same dream he had almost every night. Harry was there in the soft bed beside him, naked and clearly unapologetic about that fact. The brunette leaned over him and gently placed a soft kiss on his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.” Dream Harry said, smiling softly.
Draco sighed and smiled happily. Dream Harry was making love to him, making the blond come so hard it was painful. He could feel the brunette’s seed spurting inside of him. It was everything he wanted it to be. How it should be.
And then things changed. Harry’s loving face and sparkling green eyes morphed into the features of Voldemort. His face contorted with excitement and hate. His dead eyes glowing excitedly.
“Dreaming the same sappy things, young Malfoy?” Voldemort asked as he continued to thrust, roughly. Voldemort wasn’t part of his dream. He was real. Inside Draco’s unconscious mind.
“No…get out…you’re not my master. I don’t belong to you. Let go!” He muttered, his voice rising to a loud plea.
Voldemort laughed. “Oh but you are mine. I will have you back. I will find you, young Malfoy.” Suddenly the dream was dissipating, and Draco sat up in the bed covered in sweat. He fought his hair out of his face and covered his face with his hands, trying to get calm again.
A nearby noise told him that someone was there, and he knew it had to be Harry.
“Bad dream?”
Yes, it was Harry. Draco slid his hands down his face and replied “Yeah. A bit of an understatement.”
“Want to talk about it?”
Draco blushed. He would rather reenact the part before Voldemort burst into it. He shook his head.
“No, but thanks, Potter.”
Harry nodded and turned to leave. Draco stopped him. “Potter?”
“Yes, Malfoy?”
“Voldemort was in my dream. He knows I’m here.”
“He can’t have you, Malfoy. Not while I’m around.” With that said, Harry turned and left the room.