Funerals and Weddings

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Chapter the eighth: Taking It Further
One week later
21 August
Malfoy Manor

Draco slowly wandered over the gently rolling hills behind the Manor, down towards a small copse of trees that bordered the Malfoy family cemetery. Generations of Malfoys were buried there and it creeped Draco out to think that he would be as well one day. Shoving that morbid thought aside, he sat on his favourite fallen log with his back to the offending march of headstones blanketing the green grass.

Draco sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his white-blonde tresses. He was tired and confused. He had had The Dream every night now for over a week. The first eight times had been identical; two nights ago, however, The Dream had changed. It started off the same, but The Dream had continued past the part where Draco usually awoke, sweaty and sticky with his own sperm, after recognizing his mystery lover as Harry Potter.

Two nights ago, after Draco had looked down and seen Harry licking the last of the milky white dribbles from his cock, Harry had stood up and smiled at Draco. Draco knew he had smiled back and he could taste himself on Harry’s tongue when Harry leaned in to kiss him. Harry had sucked Draco’s tongue into his mouth, biting it gently as he released it. Draco clearly remembered the feeling of the faintly serrated edges of Harry’s teeth as he stroked them with his tongue. The kiss had gone on forever, tongues battling for dominance, teeth nipping at swollen lips. In The Dream, Harry had finally broken away, panting, and had looked Draco in the eyes. Draco felt as though Harry could see his soul, the gaze was so intense.

“Draco, I want you. I need you,” Dream Harry spoke for the first time, his voice deep and strained with lust.

Draco remembered feeling an answering lust boil through his own veins at the sound of Harry’s voice. He had willingly allowed Harry to turn him to face the wall, his hands braced on either side of his head.

Draco had smiled in anticipation when Harry stroked his bum before pushing one, then two fingers into his tight passage. He knew he had groaned as Harry had twisted those long fingers, preparing him. He had gasped aloud at the feeling of the head of Harry’s thickness sliding past his tight ring of muscle. That feeling…was indescribable. Amazing. Right.

The rest of The Dream was a blur—not as crystal clear as the rest of it. Draco had awoken remembering sensations of slickness, of stretching, of fullness, of thrusting--and of pleasure. Earth-shattering, mind-boggling pleasure. Panting and again covered in his own essence, Draco had woken from The Dream the instant he had cum.

Just thinking of The Dream made Draco ache and he shifted on the log before then conjuring a cushion so he would be more comfortable. Charming his journal and voice-activated quill to levitate in front of him, Draco began to speak.

“I’ve never been more confused in my life. What else can happen to me? Isn’t it bad enough that I’m trapped having the same fucking dream every night? Isn’t it bad enough that I obsess over these dreams during the day and look forward to returning to them every night?

“Yes. I admit it…I have come to look forward to The Dream. I slide into sleep each night, eagerly anticipating my visit with Har--er, I mean, Potter. Fuck it. Harry. How can I think of him as anything but Harry when he’s sucking my tongue, licking my nipples, pounding into my arse, stroking my cock and whispering dirty words in my ear?

“Part of me dreads returning to Hogwarts—that’s a first! But how will I be able to face Harry? I blush just thinking about it and Malfoys do not blush.

“But I’d rather face Harry than stay here any longer than necessary. My wonderful, weeklong reprieve from Father’s company abruptly ended early yesterday morning. As is his wont, he summoned me to his study shortly after he returned. He looked tired, but energized at the same time. There was the glint of madness in his eyes that I’ve noticed has gotten brighter each time I see him after he\'s returned from the Dark Lord’s side. It frightens me, that glint. I suppose I’m lucky that I have perfected the Malfoy Mask of Indifference so well, else what happened next might have been even worse.”

Here Draco paused and sighed heavily. He knew he needed to get this out before it could poison his system irreparably, but he didn’t think he could say the words aloud. Casting about, he transfigured a broken branch into a small table, ended the charms on his journal and quill, and began to write.

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