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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
63
Views:
24,905
Reviews:
272
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Currently Reading:
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Ch. 6: Black hair, green eyes…
For disclaimer, summary, story codes and other information, please see the prologue.
Chapter the sixth: Black hair, green eyes…
Two weeks later
Malfoy Manor
12 August
Who would have guessed that this journal that Pansy gave me for Christmas would almost be full in less than a year! I suppose she was right about my needing some kind of outlet. There are times I think I might have exploded without being able to unload my stress and my anger in this book…I guess I need to add more pages to it.
I wasn’t going to mention The Dream, not even here. I decided to pretend it never happened. That, however, has not been successful. It’s been all I can think about! So hopefully, putting it down here will release me from my obsession.
Two nights ago was the first time I had The Dream. Last night, it happened exactly the same way. At first, I thought it was just a lovely soon-to-be wet dream (although I haven’t had one of those in quite awhile, not since I actually started having sex)—it had the same feeling to it. It started off in a hallway at Hogwarts. I was walking alone when a hand suddenly appeared out of thin air, grabbed my arm and pulled me into a dark, empty classroom. Before my eyes could adjust to the sudden darkness, I was reaching for my wand. It was too late, though. I was pushed against a rough stone wall and my mouth was claimed by another.
It was SO VIVID. I don’t recall ever having such a vivid dream before in my life. I could feel the other person’s tongue pry open my lips and slide between my teeth. I could feel their hands, one against my chest, one on my cheek. I could feel their hot tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. And I could feel myself kissing them back.
As is the way of dreams, my actions don’t make complete sense when examined in real life. I can’t imagine myself blithely kissing an unknown person who has shoved me against a wall in a classroom! But in the world of dreams, I didn’t push him away or start firing off hexes. I kissed him back.
Yes, by this point in my dream I knew it was a he. The proof was pressing insistently against my thigh. Although I have found myself fantasizing about guys more and more in the past year, I have never dreamed of one. Does this mean that my subconscious has accepted the fact that I’m…gay?
Gay. Yes, back to that topic. I wonder how many pages in this journal are filled with my thoughts on this topic. Am I really gay? I still think I might just be bi. But I haven’t fantasized about a girl while wanking off in…ages. It’s always a guy, a nameless, faceless guy. How can I decide if I’m gay, though, without ever having had sex with a man? What if I hate it? Or at least not like it as well as I like sex with women? What then? Am I still bi? Or just straight with a bit of a pervy nature? Fuck all, why can’t I just KNOW?!?
Enough, Draco. You’ve gone round about this subject enough to know it’s pointless. Back to The Dream, that’s what you sat down to write about.
The Dream goes on quite as it starts—with me participating willingly. While The Dream is quite clear while it is happening, it is a bit fuzzy in retrospect. I know that my shirt is off and that his is as well. I know he licked his way down my neck, across my shoulder, down my chest, around my nipples and over my navel before unfastening my trousers and taking me deep in his mouth. Hot tongue sliding over the head, licking up my pre-cum, down the vein that runs the length. Sucking, licking, twisting, blowing. Sucking. I know I’ve never had a blowjob that good in my life! The Dream man’s tongue is doing truly wicked things to my dick and I’m moaning, tangling my hands in his hair, fucking his mouth.
Then I’m cumming.
I swear, I’ve never cum so hard in real life. Every nerve in my entire body exploded when I shot my seed down my lover’s throat. I feel like I cum for ages and I know, even in my dream, that it takes me quite some time to recover enough to look down at the man still kneeling on the floor. The man’s whose face I can see for the first time.
A wicked grin.
Black hair, green eyes.
Scarred forehead.
Harry Potter.
Harry fucking Potter.
A/N: Please review! I’d like to know what y’all think of it so far!
Chapter the sixth: Black hair, green eyes…
Two weeks later
Malfoy Manor
12 August
Who would have guessed that this journal that Pansy gave me for Christmas would almost be full in less than a year! I suppose she was right about my needing some kind of outlet. There are times I think I might have exploded without being able to unload my stress and my anger in this book…I guess I need to add more pages to it.
I wasn’t going to mention The Dream, not even here. I decided to pretend it never happened. That, however, has not been successful. It’s been all I can think about! So hopefully, putting it down here will release me from my obsession.
Two nights ago was the first time I had The Dream. Last night, it happened exactly the same way. At first, I thought it was just a lovely soon-to-be wet dream (although I haven’t had one of those in quite awhile, not since I actually started having sex)—it had the same feeling to it. It started off in a hallway at Hogwarts. I was walking alone when a hand suddenly appeared out of thin air, grabbed my arm and pulled me into a dark, empty classroom. Before my eyes could adjust to the sudden darkness, I was reaching for my wand. It was too late, though. I was pushed against a rough stone wall and my mouth was claimed by another.
It was SO VIVID. I don’t recall ever having such a vivid dream before in my life. I could feel the other person’s tongue pry open my lips and slide between my teeth. I could feel their hands, one against my chest, one on my cheek. I could feel their hot tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. And I could feel myself kissing them back.
As is the way of dreams, my actions don’t make complete sense when examined in real life. I can’t imagine myself blithely kissing an unknown person who has shoved me against a wall in a classroom! But in the world of dreams, I didn’t push him away or start firing off hexes. I kissed him back.
Yes, by this point in my dream I knew it was a he. The proof was pressing insistently against my thigh. Although I have found myself fantasizing about guys more and more in the past year, I have never dreamed of one. Does this mean that my subconscious has accepted the fact that I’m…gay?
Gay. Yes, back to that topic. I wonder how many pages in this journal are filled with my thoughts on this topic. Am I really gay? I still think I might just be bi. But I haven’t fantasized about a girl while wanking off in…ages. It’s always a guy, a nameless, faceless guy. How can I decide if I’m gay, though, without ever having had sex with a man? What if I hate it? Or at least not like it as well as I like sex with women? What then? Am I still bi? Or just straight with a bit of a pervy nature? Fuck all, why can’t I just KNOW?!?
Enough, Draco. You’ve gone round about this subject enough to know it’s pointless. Back to The Dream, that’s what you sat down to write about.
The Dream goes on quite as it starts—with me participating willingly. While The Dream is quite clear while it is happening, it is a bit fuzzy in retrospect. I know that my shirt is off and that his is as well. I know he licked his way down my neck, across my shoulder, down my chest, around my nipples and over my navel before unfastening my trousers and taking me deep in his mouth. Hot tongue sliding over the head, licking up my pre-cum, down the vein that runs the length. Sucking, licking, twisting, blowing. Sucking. I know I’ve never had a blowjob that good in my life! The Dream man’s tongue is doing truly wicked things to my dick and I’m moaning, tangling my hands in his hair, fucking his mouth.
Then I’m cumming.
I swear, I’ve never cum so hard in real life. Every nerve in my entire body exploded when I shot my seed down my lover’s throat. I feel like I cum for ages and I know, even in my dream, that it takes me quite some time to recover enough to look down at the man still kneeling on the floor. The man’s whose face I can see for the first time.
A wicked grin.
Black hair, green eyes.
Scarred forehead.
Harry Potter.
Harry fucking Potter.
A/N: Please review! I’d like to know what y’all think of it so far!