Dream Lover

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This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

“Excuse me?” Snape’s voice was a deadly whisper as he faced the foolish girl, standing so impertinently before him. “What did you say?” His hand twitched toward his wand and she watched him mentally catalogue every hex at his disposal that would hurt her, but not get him sent straight to Azkaban.

Hermione’s smug grin began fade as she mentally backed up a bit. Going over all the facts quickly, she once again felt on even footing. “I know about the spell. There is only one person in this castle who is capable of not only manipulating the Morpheus Charm, but also who has the Legilimency skills required to know how to create the portal for another person to enter the dreams. You, sir, are the only person who could have done this. My question to you is why?! Why on earth would you think Harry would be your soul mate??”

With a growl and an air of menace, Snape stalked around his desk, wand pointed at Hermione, who backed up, eyes wide with fear. Her own wand was in the bottom of her bag, not where she could easily or quickly get to it. She nearly laughed hysterically at the realisation that her books would be the death of her.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Miss Granger, but rest assured, I will find out. Legilimens!”

As she stood there shaking, she felt ghostly fingers rifling through her brain. It was the creepiest thing she’d ever felt, and she fought the intrusion to no avail. When he finally pulled back from her mind, she collapsed in a heap on the floor.

“I always wondered how it is that Mr. Potter has managed to escape unscathed from all his various adventures. Perhaps the Dark Lord would have been successful if he had only thought to remove you from the equation.” Hermione’s eyes widened at the threat implied in those words. Her gulp was loud enough to be heard by her professor across the room.

Standing shakily, she walked over and sank into the chair in front of his office desk, saying, “If it wasn’t you, sir, I honestly don’t know who it could have been.”

“I can't imagine a smart witch such as yourself would have made such a grievous error. Did you not think, Granger, before you haphazardly slapped facts together, stretching them to fit your warped conclusion?”

“You are the only person in this castle besides Professor Dumbledore who has the skills necessary to manipulate the spell to that degree. I looked it up, analysed it from every angle, and I know it requires a skilled Legilimens to create the spell that was used.” She sighed tiredly and rubbed her forehead. “I’m sorry, sir. I really am. But you have to admit, given the limited number of people who could have done this… I’m really very sorry.” Hermione, realising how severe was her mistake, began contemplating how she might make this up to her professor. With a sinking heart, she knew that the only thing that would make him happy at this juncture would be her sudden and painful demise.

Snape snarled at her before allowing, “You were correct that I am the only person in this castle that could have created that particular spell, because I did. Unfortunately, I created it when I was a student here and wrote it down in different places as I was working on it. I have the final version in my personal journal, which will help us to a certain extent, but will not tell us which version of the spell was used on Mr. Potter.”

Hermione’s forehead wrinkled in thought, these revelations sending her into research mode. “Where did you write it down, do you remember? It would have to be something that would have survived these years in a school. I would think any scrap pieces of parchment would have been disposed of after all this time.”

Snape nodded and after a few moments of thought said, “My potions textbook. It is the only thing I can think of that would still be in use and that could have fallen into the hands of a student. An unscrupulous student, evidently.”

Hermione raised one brow at him, declining to mention he had been the one to work out the manipulations on the spell in the first place.

“My mistake was in assuming that the spell had originally been cast on Mr. Malfoy. I simply cannot imagine why anyone would use a soul mate locator spell on Mr. Potter. It is beyond unthinkable.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, “It might have something to do with the fact that he’s handsome, courageous, friendly, witty, and loyal. Not to mention, he’s quite well off. Though that last bit is not well known, so it probably doesn’t signify in this situation.”

They both sat quietly for several moments, thinking about the spell and trying to determine who could have cast it. Hermione broke the silence with a pensive, “It will have been a girl, I think. Someone who is not only in love with Harry, but thinks that he could love them back. Otherwise, why cast the spell?”

“You don’t think it could have been a boy? Why?”

“It is not common knowledge that Harry is gay. In fact, he just came out to me and Ron within the past two days, though I have known for a while.”

“And you do not think someone else could have deduced his sexuality from his lack of feminine company?”

Hermione thought about that, but shook her head. “Honestly, everyone knows what Harry goes through every year with Voldemort—“ she cut herself off when she noticed her Professor flinch and pale at the name. “Sorry, sir. But everyone knows he has a lot on his plate right now and isn’t likely to think anything of it. I know Harry well and know how much he wants to be normal. To him, part of normalcy is being like any other teenager, having girlfriends, going to parties, that sort of thing. The only thing he has in his life that…You Know Who hasn’t touched is his Quidditch, which is why I think he’s always been able to use that as an escape.”

Snape shook his head and rolled his hand, obviously wanting her to get back to the matter at hand.

“Well, in my opinion, there are very few people who could be the culprit here. One of the Gryffindor girls, so myself, Parvati, Ginny, or Lavender. Padma, by association, since she’s always with Parvati. And Luna Lovegood. Now, out of those, we can eliminate anyone not in Potions. So scratch off Lavender, Parvati, and Padma. That leaves us with Luna and Ginny. Now, I know Luna’s family is fairly well off, so she wouldn’t need a second hand book, but Ginny… Well, I simply can’t believe she would do something like this. There has to be some other explanation.”

“Hmm. Why couldn’t it be Miss Weasley? Explain your reasoning.”

“While she has always had a crush on Harry, she would never again trust anything in a book other than the words that were originally written there. She learned that lesson the hard way with Tom Riddle’s diary.”

Snape nodded, agreeing in spirit. He also did not think the Weasley chit was capable of casting a spell of this magnitude. While she was admittedly clever, she wasn’t the brightest student. “Miss Lovegood, then. She is definitely smart enough.”

At Hermione’s incredulous look, he smirked and said, “Simply because her reading habits are not what you agree with, Miss Granger, does not mean she is an unintelligent witch. She is very bright. She is, after all, a Ravenclaw.”

Hermione nodded reluctantly. “The question now, sir, is what do we do about this? We can’t exactly accuse her without proof.”

“Oh, really, Miss Granger? Can’t we?” he asked snidely, not having forgiven her for her earlier allegations. “As you noted earlier, I am a skilled Legilimens. I will determine for myself if she is the one who cast the spell. Now, if you don’t mind, I have work to do. Oh, and before I forget, fifty points from Gryffindor.”

With a groan, Hermione left his office, chastising herself for her first ever self inspired impulsive action.

~*~

Harry twisted on the bed, lost in dark dreams of cloaks, masks, and threads of green light reaching for him. He felt stifled, held down, and started thrashing harder, hands fisted, feet flailing as he tried to get away. His scar was burning, throbbing, nearly bursting with pain. With a shout, he jerked awake, hearing Ron calling his name as he gripped his shoulders tight.

“Harry, mate, I know that wasn’t a wet dream. You okay?”

Harry sat up, panting and holding his forehead. “Yeah, it’s just Voldemort again. He’s angry and pleased all at the same time. Damn, but that hurts.”

Ron nodded though he really had no idea what Harry was talking about. “Yeah, okay mate.”

Harry looked at Ron self-consciously. “So, umm, you’ve had some time to think, huh?”

Ron’s mouth twisted but he nodded. “Yeah. I told you I wouldn’t say anything and I won’t.” His words were welcome, but the tone of his voice set Harry’s teeth on edge.

“Ron, I know you don’t like this. Hell, I don’t like this. You think it’s easy being in love with someone that I can’t really have?”

“What do you mean? Why can’t you have him?”

“Think about it, Ron. What do you think would happen to him, his family, and his friends if it got back to Voldemort that he was dating me? That we were lovers? How long do you think he would have to live? How long before Death Eaters kidnapped his mother? Before his entire house turned against him for being with me?”

“Then why are you doing this?!”

“You think we just jumped into this? No, Ron, we didn’t. In fact, we’ve never been together outside our dreams.” Harry didn’t want to start the conversation down an alternate path by telling Ron about what had happened the previous morning in the washroom.

“Then how do you know, Harry? How do you know that he’s the one for you? How do you even know how he feels?”

“Because he told me, Ron. I can see it when I look at him. I know he’s a prat, and I know he has always treated us badly, but Ron, you don’t know how hard it is for him. He’s caught in the middle of this war, worse than you and I are. For him, it’s a division within his family, with his friends. We’ve always known which side we were going to land on. He’s torn because he’s got his family that is involved on one side, but then he doesn’t want anything to do with Voldemort. He can’t just come out and say that though, because it would put him and the people he loves in danger.”

Ron pursed his lips and shook his head, still stubbornly refusing to concede that Draco truly had no choice in how he acted.

Harry sighed, not wanting his relationship with his friend to be strained, but also not willing to deny the love he felt for Draco. “Ron, how would you feel if suddenly I started hating Hermione. For whatever reason, I hated her. Would you give her up for me? Or would you hope that I, as your friend, would love you enough accept her as your girlfriend?”

Ron sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Harry, it’s just…you’ve been having these dreams for how long now?”

Harry thought for a moment and said, “A few weeks. Why?”

“A few weeks and suddenly you’re in love with him? Love takes time to develop. How would you even know if you’re in love with him? I mean, no offence, but it’s not like you really have a whole lot of experience to fall back on.”

Harry stilled, these words slicing through him. How did he know that he was in love with Draco? It really had been a very short period of time since they had started meeting in their dreams…

“I know, Ron.” Harry smiled, suddenly as sure about this as he was that there was magic in the world. “I really do. I don’t know how to explain it to you, but Draco…he’s exactly what I need. In every way.” Harry’s smile turned to full-blown laughter, relieved and happy and alive in a way that he had never been before.

Ron, hearing that sound come out of his friend, felt the wall he’d built up start to crumble. Harry had never sounded so happy and carefree as long as Ron had known him. Not even winning the Quidditch Cup last year had made him this happy. Ron started pacing.

He knew, deep down in a place he refused to explore, that his friend might not survive the War. He knew that he himself may not survive it, but for Harry it was more in the range of a probability than a possibility. If having Draco in his life would make Harry happy, could he really stand in the way?

Turning back to his friend, he smiled sheepishly and held out his hand. “Harry, mate, you know I’m with you. No matter what, or who, you choose to do.”

Harry leapt to his feet and slapped Ron’s hand away, drawing him instead into a crushing hug.

Ron laughed and pushed away after a moment. “Whoa. Don’t want to get Malfoy jealous now, do you?”

Harry grinned brightly. “I wouldn’t have to worry about Draco. Hermione’d have my bollocks in a vice if I so much as thought about it.”

The friends shared a long, meaningful look before Ron noticed it was time to head to the Great Hall for dinner. Not even a silent confirmation of steadfast friendship could come between his stomach and food.

They chatted amiably all the way down to the ground floor, talking of Quidditch and classes, and generally just allowing their relationship to get back to normal.

As they entered the Great Hall, the general din of the students cut off as if a switch had been thrown. Harry looked around in confusion; he was receiving glaring smirks from the Slytherins, worried or pitying looks from the Hufflepuffs, calculating glances from the Ravenclaws, and a variety of expressions littered the Gryffindors. As he looked at his housemates, he felt a chill of foreboding. Several of the younger students were looking at him as if he were about to be eaten while the older student’s faces reflected outrage, anger, or pity.

“What’s going on?” Ron asked out of the side of his mouth.

“No idea,” Harry responded, going to his usual seat and looking askance at Hermione.

She set her mouth and shook her head, giving him an exasperated look. “Harry, what is the rule about the castle? If something is supposed to be a secret…?”

Harry felt every bit of blood leave his face, then come rushing back to stain his cheeks a fiery red. “Everyone knows. They all know I’m going to…” He dropped his head on the table and pounded it a few times for good measure.

Hermione patted his shoulder in sympathy, but ruined the effect by muttering, “Maybe now you’ll get over your ‘saving people’ thing.”

Harry grinned a bit at that. His thoughts raced around his head before he focused on what was truly important about this night. He was going to be with Draco, just the two of them, able to do everything they’d literally ever dreamed of. He settled his expression into a blank mask and lifted his head, holding it high while he put a small amount of food on his plate.

“Aren’t you going to eat more than that?” Ron asked, gesturing toward his plate with a drumstick right before he took a huge bite of dinner roll.

Harry shook his head. “I’m too…nervous to eat much,” he admitted.

Hermione gave him a worried look so he reached under the table and patted her leg to reassure her.

The trio ate in silence for several minutes ‘til a nudge from Seamus on his other side had Harry looking up to see a group of Slytherins headed his way, led by Draco. He watched Draco move, hoping his face didn’t betray his overwhelming hunger for the sexy young man. He lifted a brow as Draco stopped next to him.

“Did you need something, Malfoy, or did you get lost? This is the Gryffindor table,” he said quietly.

Draco smirked and said, just loud enough to be heard up and down the table, “I’ve come to collect my prize, Potter.”

Ron’s hand clenched into a fist and he half rose from his seat.

“Problem, Weasel?”

Before Ron could rise to Draco’s bait, Harry cut in with, “I thought we had a deal, Malfoy. No insults, no hexes, no jinxes.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s a term of endearment, Potter.”

“No ‘endearments’, Malfoy. I’m tired of this. If you want me to uphold my end of the bet, you had better uphold yours.”

Draco smirked. “Fine, Potter. The Slytherins will all be good little boys and girls.”

“You’d better. Some of us have bigger battles to fight than these petty childish squabbles. Now, what do you want?”

“I want payment, Potter.”

Harry nodded and turned back to his plate, saying, “I’ll send an owl to Gringotts in the morning. You should have your payment by the next day.”

“Oh no, Potter. Let me be more specific, and speak slowly, so I don’t lose you. Your part of the bet was two thousand Galleons and anything I asked of you. I’ve come to collect.”

Harry turned back slowly. “Fine, Malfoy. What do you want? Spell it out clearly, so there are no misunderstandings.”

Draco leaned in and quirked his brows at Harry before he sneered and said, “I want you on your knees, Potter. You’re going to beg me to fuck you. If you beg prettily enough, I might even do it,” he said, drawing ugly laughter from the gathered Slytherins.

Harry cocked a brow at Draco. “That’s it? That’s what you want from me?” he asked, trying desperately to maintain his aloof demeanour. When Draco had said, “I want you on your knees,” the mental image that flashed through his head had nearly made him groan.

He bit the inside of his cheek to fight down his rapidly rising passion. He had to keep up their charade; too much was riding on it.

Draco narrowed his eyes. “Stop delaying, Potter, and come with me.”

“I’ll go with you, but just with you. No one else. Take it or leave it.”

Draco huffed and turned back to his friends. “Leave.”

Harry was extremely impressed with the way the Slytherins obeyed that command. “Good lot of trained monkeys you have there, Malfoy.”

Draco raised one brow and asked quietly, “I thought there weren’t going to be anymore insults, Potter, or are you too good to stand by your own edicts?”

Harry flushed and said, “Sorry, Malfoy. You’re right.” Looking around the table at the silent and angry Gryffindors, he said, “If anyone is going to start anything, it won’t be us. Right, guys?”

No one said anything for a long while, before Dean spoke up with a quiet, “No, Harry. We won’t start anything. But we won’t have any problems finishing it if someone else does.”

Harry noted the nods that followed this statement and said, “Fair enough. I just wanted to make sure that I haven’t agreed to this bet for nothing. I really want the students to stop all the infighting. There is too much going on right now for us all to be squabbling so much. I’m sick of it. I expect us to set the example.”

Neville cleared his throat and spoke up quietly. “Don’t worry, Harry. We’re behind you, mate. I know most of us are tired of the fighting, too.”

With a small smile at Neville, Harry stood up from his seat and looked at Draco, saying, “Well? After you, Malfoy.”

Draco nodded regally and strode quickly from the Hall, listening to make sure that Harry was following him. Once the doors closed behind them, he turned to Harry, a bemused look on his face. “I have no idea where to go. I didn’t expect your housemates to just let you go with me like that.”

Harry grinned and said, “If anyone was going to object to that point, it would have been Ron, and we had a little chat this afternoon. If you really don’t know where to go, follow me.”

Harry led Draco through the castle to the Room of Requirement, so excited at the thought of the night ahead that he missed how anxious Draco was becoming. By the time he opened the door on a beautifully appointed bedroom, Draco was twisting the material his hands together in a highly uncharacteristic fashion.

Draco strode into the room and began pacing in front of the fireplace, worry etching his pale, handsome features.

“Draco, love, what is it?” Harry asked. He had been prepared to be tackled to the floor as soon as they entered; to be left standing alone was a bit disconcerting.

Draco turned away from him and stabbed his fingers into the long strands of his hair. “Harry, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how you can even look at me right now! I humiliated you in front of the entire school, and—“ His words were cut off as Harry spun him around and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Pulling Draco’s body closer to his, he looked up the inch that separated them and said, “I don’t care, Draco. I don’t care who knows or what they think. I’m here, and I’m with you, and nothing is going to stop us from having this night. Do you understand?”

Draco looked away, face still drawn with self-disgust. “I shouldn’t have done that. There’s no excuse for it.”

Harry cupped Draco’s cheeks in his hands and forced the grey gaze to his own. When Draco was looking at him, Harry dropped his hands and slid down the lithe body, maintaining eye contact and not stopping ‘til he was on his knees before his lover. He opened his mouth and whispered, “This is how you wanted me, right? On my knees?”

A muffled protest burst from Draco, who tried to pull Harry back to his feet. Harry simply caught the slender, long fingered hands in his own, bringing them to his mouth as he placed a gentle kiss in the palm of each. “Please, Draco,” he murmured. “Please make love to me.”

Draco gave up the fight and fell to his knees in front of Harry, unable to refrain from touching his lover any longer. His first kisses were desperate and needy, and every time he stopped for breath, he would whisper apologies.

Harry finally stopped him by placing a finger on his swollen lips. “Enough, Draco. Stop torturing yourself over this. It’s done. You’ve given us one night to be together, let’s not waste it with apologies. I want to see you, all of you. I want to strip you down and put you in front of that fireplace. I want to touch every part of you that I can reach, and I want you to touch me back. I want to see myself reflected in your eyes.”

Draco groaned and stumbled to his feet, pulling roughly at his clothing. “I want that too, Harry. Merlin, how I want that.”

Harry stood and moved over to Draco, batting his hands away. “I want to do this,” he said roughly. Fingers shaking with a combination of nervousness and excitement, he was a bit slow to undress Draco. When he was finished, he felt the breath leave his lungs in a rush. Draco was simply perfection.

Harry tried to call to mind the way Draco had always looked in their dreams, but with the reality of him standing there, he couldn’t put forth the mental effort necessary to do so. He raised a shaking hand and placed it over Draco’s heart, reassured in some small measure by the fact that it was racing as fast as his own.

“Why are we so nervous?” he asked, raising green eyes to meet grey.

Draco shook his head and swallowed hard. “I don’t know why you are, but as for me, it might have something to do with the fact that I’m standing here naked and you’re still fully dressed.”

Harry laughed delightedly at that admission before quickly stripping out of his own clothing. “There,” he said finally, “that better?”

Draco was too busy looking at him to answer. Harry reached out and caught one of his hands, bringing it to his chest and placing it over his heart. “See?”

Draco’s brow furrowed for a moment before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the middle of Harry’s chest. Harry sucked in a harsh breath at feeling the soft lips against his skin. “Draco.”

Draco rolled his head to look up at him, eyelids sliding shut as he smoothed his cheek along Harry’s chest. “Yes?”

“Rug…in front of the fireplace. Please?”

Draco nodded and straightened up, pulling Harry close to him for a moment to nuzzle at his neck. “I’m not going to last,” he confessed. “I want you so much that just seeing you like this…”

Harry nodded his understanding and nudged against Draco, urging him to move backward. They shuffled to the thick bearskin rug in front of the fire and sank down onto it, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

Harry manoeuvred them until his back was to the fire and Draco features were highlighted by it. “Do you remember this?” he asked softly.

Draco gasped in realisation and nodded. It was just like the dream they’d had. Only this time, they wouldn’t have to worry about waking up. He smiled widely at Harry before moving forward into a long, slow kiss.

They took their time, exploring each other’s mouths and trying to draw out the experience, but their bodies were impatient with waiting. Draco finally drew back from the kiss, gasping, and he rolled them both over ‘til Harry was underneath him, the white fur of the rug a stark contrast to his tanned skin.

Draco lifted a hand and gently traced it over the well-defined muscles of Harry’s chest and abdomen before finally reaching for his prize.

When Draco’s fingers closed over him, Harry shouted and his hips bucked. He buried his face in the crook of Draco’s neck, undulating his hips against the hand holding him so tightly. “Gods, Draco, I can’t…”

“Shhh, it’s all right. Let go for me, love. Let go.”

Harry clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes closed as he gave in to his orgasm. “Ungh! Dracooo!”

Draco captured Harry’s lips with his own once again as he let go of his hard fought restraint and began rubbing himself against Harry’s hip. Harry stopped him, grabbing his hips and holding him still. When Draco would have protested, he shook his head and said, “Let me. I want to taste you.”

Draco rolled over and collapsed on his back, legs falling open in surrender, as Harry crawled between them. Looking into Draco’s eyes, he guided the head of his cock into his mouth. When Draco felt the warm wetness of Harry’s mouth surrounding him, he threw his head back and shouted, “Yes! Oh gods, Harry. Please, please, please.”

Harry obliged his begging lover and began to suck hard at the head of Draco’s cock. He flicked the tip of his tongue into the slit and then lowered his head, taking as much into his mouth as he could without choking. Pressing his tongue into vein that ran on the underside of the cock, he sucked and pulled up at the same time.

Draco was reduced to gibberish by this small action, his head tossing against the rug as he rushed headlong toward oblivion. With one final shout, he came, spurting into Harry’s mouth. Harry continued to suckle for a few moments and finally pulled away to say, “I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, but right now…I wish I had a camera, so I could take a picture of you like this. I don’t ever want to forget what you look like right at this moment.”

Draco pulled weakly at Harry’s shoulders, urging him up to lie next to him. When he had Harry arranged to his satisfaction, he pulled him into his arms and held him tightly. “I could spend my whole life doing this. Just holding you. I would give anything for tomorrow to never come. I don’t want to ever leave here.”

Harry nodded and stroked his hand through Draco’s mussed hair, pressing kisses to his neck and shoulder. “I love you, Draco.”

Draco’s arms tightened. “I love you, too, Harry. I don’t understand it. It seems so sudden, but I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.”

Harry froze and rose up on one elbow to look at Draco. “I forgot to tell you! I can’t believe I forgot to tell you!”

“Tell me what?” Draco asked, eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

“I know what happened. I mean, why we keep having these dreams. Hermione looked it up for me.”

“Hermione? You told Granger?”

“Well, Hermione and Ron. I wouldn’t have been able to get away tonight without a major war if I hadn’t. Actually, that’s why I told Ron. I told Hermione yesterday because she figured out something was going on between us.”

“What?” Draco asked, eyes flooding with fear.

“Oh, no, not like that. She thought you were doing something evil to me, so don’t worry that we’re giving ourselves away.”

Draco let out his pent up breath in a sigh of relief. “So, what did Granger say?”

“Well, she found out what is happening to us. I told her about you and the dreams, and she went and looked it up. Apparently,” here Harry looked down to where he was fiddling with the rug. “Um, apparently we’re soul mates.”

Draco smiled slowly. “Soul mates?”

Harry nodded, still unable to look Draco in the eye. “Yeah, the spell that someone cast on me was some kind of soul mate spell. That’s how you got sucked into my dreams, anyway.”

Draco shook his head in awe. “Soul mates. That actually makes a lot of sense.”

“Why?”

“We’ve always been drawn to one another. Always. And every encounter has been rather passionate, wouldn’t you say?”

“We spent our entire school careers trying to kill each other up to a few weeks ago,” Harry reminded him dryly.

Draco nodded and waved that reminder off. “We only did that because we didn’t realise we were in love with each other. Love and hate are opposite sides of the same coin, Harry.”

Harry nodded and looked at Draco, licking his lips as he said, “So, now that we have that out of the way, want to go try out that bed?”

Draco chuckled at Harry’s less than subtle attempt to talk him into bed. “Last one there has to bottom!”

The boys raced to the bed, Draco’s longer legs giving him the advantage. He flopped back on the mattress, laughing at the look of nervous anticipation on Harry’s face.

Harry climbed up on the bed slowly, eyes drinking in the vision Draco made against the sheets and pillows. As he crawled toward the top of the bed, he allowed himself free reign with the body under him, dropping lingering kisses on the inside of Draco’s knee, the protruding hip bone, the delicate rim of his navel, the curve of his shoulder, and a thousand places in between. By the time he made it to Draco’s lips, the other boy was panting and twisting the bed sheets under him.

“Harry,” he moaned softly, the grey of his eyes nearly lost in the dilation of his pupils. Harry stretched out on top of him, a shiver running through him at the full body, skin on skin contact. When his hips brushed Draco’s, he gasped and rocked against him, pulling pleading noises from Draco.

Draco brought his hands up to Harry’s hips, holding him still. He didn’t want to go too fast this time, he wanted to linger, to take his time and bring them both to the brink of insanity before they succumbed to pleasure again.

With that goal in mind, Draco flipped them both, drawing Harry underneath him as he sought to learn every taste and texture, to implant in his memory the very essence of his lover. The refrain, we have this one night, kept playing over and over in his mind, spurring him to nearly desperate lovemaking. He was marking Harry’s skin everywhere he touched and kissed, wanting to imprint himself on him.

When he sank his teeth into the tender skin at the inside of a muscular thigh, Harry’s cry brought him back to himself. “Oh, love, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

Harry shook his head, eyes bright and shining with desire. “I…it felt so…again. Please, Draco, do that again.”

With a small smile, Draco lowered his head and, gaze remaining locked with Harry’s, set his teeth in the same marks he’d so recently left. A flicker of his tongue caused Harry’s breath to catch and then, when he started moving restlessly, Draco began to bite down, gently at first and then with increasing pressure. Harry’s eyes rolled up in his head and he fell back against the pillows, losing control and beginning to shake, on the fine edge of passion where everything is bright and colourful and shines with dazzling light.

When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he began to beg Draco, “Fuck me, Draco, please, please! I want you in me! Please, Draco, now! Please!”

Draco raised himself up and silenced Harry’s pleas with a whisper soft kiss. “Have you ever done this before, Harry?”

Harry, breathing ragged, merely gave a small shake of his head.

Draco closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to rest against Harry’s chest, willing himself to go slowly, to take his time so as not to hurt his lover. He whispered a lubrication charm and smiled when Harry jumped at the unusual sensation of wetness there. He shifted until he was lying next to Harry before gently sliding his hand up between his thighs.

He kept his gaze locked to Harry’s, watching for the smallest sign that he was unsure or uncomfortable. When all he saw was acceptance and love, he pushed Harry’s legs apart slightly and placed his fingers at his entrance. “If it starts to feel uncomfortable, let me know, okay?”

Harry nodded and smiled, trust shining in his eyes. When Draco pushed his forefinger past the tight ring of muscles, Harry closed his eyes and bowed his back, lifting off the bed. Draco stopped and was about to pull back out when Harry shouted, “No!”

Draco stilled, unsure what Harry wanted. Harry forced his eyes back open, and assured Draco, “It doesn’t hurt, I promise. But you’re in me, finally, and it feels so good, so right…”

Draco smiled and continued edging his finger in, twisting it a bit to loosen the muscles. He kept getting sidetracked by the look on Harry’s face, though, and by the time he was ready to add a second finger, Draco was so hard he was in pain. Slowing his movements and taking deep breaths, he was soon ready to continue.

Still watching Harry closely, he pulled his forefinger out and added his middle finger to it, gently pushing forward with them and causing Harry to writhe under him. “So much,” he gasped. Draco nodded, brow furrowed in concentration. He didn’t want to hurt Harry, but he was so damn eager to be inside him.

To distract them both, he leaned forward and licked slowly up Harry’s cock as he gently inserted a third finger, spreading his fingers out and twisting them, working swiftly to widen the hole. While Harry continued to twist and turn under him, Draco thrust his fingers deep and turned them, searching for…”Yes! Oh, gods, Draco! What are you…? Oh, yes, oh Merlin, oh Draco!” Harry lost all ability to speak after that, reduced to open mouthed pants and hoarse screams.

When Draco felt him tense in anticipation of coming, he withdrew his fingers, cast a new lubrication spell on both Harry and himself, and quickly moved to kneel between Harry’s legs. Whispering, “I love you,” he slid inside, stopping several times to allow Harry to adjust.

As soon as he was fully sheathed, he captured Harry’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss, smoothing his hands down Harry’s chest in an attempt to soothe him. Harry, however, was having none of that. Wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist, he began eagerly thrusting his hips up, trying to spur Draco into action.

Draco moaned into Harry’s mouth and pulled out almost all the way before slowly gliding back in until his balls hit Harry’s arse. They broke apart screaming at the sensations that action garnered, hands grasping each other tightly, Harry’s legs nearly squeezing Draco in half as his pleasure overwhelmed him.

Draco had been holding tightly to his composure as he began thrusting, needing to make this perfect for Harry. When he felt Harry’s passage begin to contract around him, however, he lost every thought in his head and began thrusting raggedly, all control gone in his nearly animalistic need to satisfy them both.

Harry couldn’t have remembered his own name at that point, the pleasure exploding through his body was overriding everything else. With a soundless scream, he peaked, his come spurting between them, slicking their bellies and chests.

Draco fell soon after, filling Harry to overflowing with his seed. Collapsing on top of Harry, he fought to recapture his breath, knowing he was probably crushing him, but not able to move to rectify the situation.

Harry wrapped shaky arms around Draco and simply linked his ankles together where they remained around Draco’s hips. He would have covered every bit of his lover with every bit of himself if it were possible, but as this was the most he could do, he took advantage of that.

When their hearts settled into a steady rhythm and their breathing had evened out, Draco rolled to his side. Harry, still clinging to him, rolled as well and they spent over an hour just looking at each other and speaking occasional words of love. The experience for each of them had been more than either could describe, and they were loathe to break the perfect atmosphere of bliss that surrounded them by speaking of anything significant.

After a while, Harry’s eyes began to droop, hard as he fought against it. Draco kissed him on the forehead, right over his scar, and murmured, “Sleep, love. I’ll find you in our dreams.”

Harry nodded and snuggled as close as possible before closing his eyes completely and giving in to sleep. Draco followed soon after, his dreams wrapped up in the man in his arms.

Unfortunately, they weren’t the only ones to occupy their dreams that night…

TBC