The Dream
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,680
Reviews:
8
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Currently Reading:
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The Dream
Disclaimer: HP belongs to JKR, not me. Hey! That\'s my story and I\'m sticking to it.
Lord Voldemort was having a very interesting dream. It had started out as the usual, getting rid of Dumbledore, taking over the world, torturing a few disobedient followers. But then...
--
Candlelight flickering, providing just enough light to see what in tin the middle of the room. A bed, fitted with black satin sheets...and oh.
On the bed lay Draco Malfoy.
Voldemort took in a sharp breath as his eyes trailed over the pale form in front of him. Up long legs, over the curve of a perfectly formed arse, dipping down into the small of a strong back, gliding past broad shoulders to a slim neck and finally up to that so very unique Malfoy hair.
He walked over to the bed, his feet carrying him helplessly towards the form on the bed, pale, perfect skin glistening in the candlelight.
He watched as a hand driftedo vio view to trail lightly over that perfect body in front of him. His hand. He drew it up and tangled it into that hair, that blonde hair so pale it was almost white and was just as soft as it looked. Like gliding your hand through strands of silk.
Draco\'s head turned, and cool gray eyes stared into his own.
\"I was wondering where you were,\" he drawled, voice low.
Voldemort watched helplessly as the pale god in front of him rolled over, stretching his arms up and over his head, back arching. He couldn\'t help but trail his eyes down those long muscled arms, to the gleaming chest. His eyes drifted down a perfectly toned stomach, down to the boy\'s thick cock, rising from a nest of pale blond curls. His traitorous body responded in a rush of heat and propelled him onto the bed.
\"About time you joined me,\" Draco whispered, rising smoothly up to bring their lips together.
Oh...
It had been such a long time since he\'d had physical contact like this. The play of velvet lips on his, a warm tongue sliding against his, hands caressing his face, arms moving to embrace him.
\"Draco...\" he whispered, leaning his head back as pale lips slid down his jaw to kiss the sensitive skin of his neck, causing the most delicious of shivers to course through him. Hands slid down to his hips to grip them gently, fingers stroking softly. He was helpless as that hot, wet mouth trailed down his collarbone, nipping ever so slightly, and down his chest. Draco looked up at him as he took a pink nipple in his mouth, ripping a gasp from his lips. Sparks of pleasure raced through his body as a pale hand tortured one while that, that sinful mouth teased the other.
He trembled as Draco gently lowered him to the satin sheets, so cool and smooth underneath his feverish skin. Draco kneeled above him, and it seemed as if those gray eyes burned a path as they trailed over his body.
\"So perfect,\" Draco whispered as he reached down to trail lightly up one tense thigh. A hand flitted lightly over the straining flesh between his legs.
Voldemort groaned as a slim fingered hand wrapped tightly around him, stroking slowly. It was perfect, and he arched his back, trying to urge the hand to go faster, needing it to go faster.
A low chuckle seemed to caress his body, shivers sliding across his skin.
\"So eager...\"
Draco leaned in for another kiss as that hand, oh that hand, kept doing the most delicious things. He opened willingly for the luscious boy above him, helpless to do anything but endure the surges of pleasure rushing like fire through his veins.
And he just kept at it, that blond devil, hands and lips and caressing and stroking and Voldemort just lay there, trembling, his heart pounding against his ribs, eyes fluttering shut. He could feel the pressure building low in his body, and that mouth and those fingers just kept going and he just kept trembling and...and...
Oh.
--
Voldemort jerked awake, breath coming in short pants, and pajama bottoms decidedly sticky.
\"That boy really needs to learn Occlumency!\"
Lord Voldemort was having a very interesting dream. It had started out as the usual, getting rid of Dumbledore, taking over the world, torturing a few disobedient followers. But then...
--
Candlelight flickering, providing just enough light to see what in tin the middle of the room. A bed, fitted with black satin sheets...and oh.
On the bed lay Draco Malfoy.
Voldemort took in a sharp breath as his eyes trailed over the pale form in front of him. Up long legs, over the curve of a perfectly formed arse, dipping down into the small of a strong back, gliding past broad shoulders to a slim neck and finally up to that so very unique Malfoy hair.
He walked over to the bed, his feet carrying him helplessly towards the form on the bed, pale, perfect skin glistening in the candlelight.
He watched as a hand driftedo vio view to trail lightly over that perfect body in front of him. His hand. He drew it up and tangled it into that hair, that blonde hair so pale it was almost white and was just as soft as it looked. Like gliding your hand through strands of silk.
Draco\'s head turned, and cool gray eyes stared into his own.
\"I was wondering where you were,\" he drawled, voice low.
Voldemort watched helplessly as the pale god in front of him rolled over, stretching his arms up and over his head, back arching. He couldn\'t help but trail his eyes down those long muscled arms, to the gleaming chest. His eyes drifted down a perfectly toned stomach, down to the boy\'s thick cock, rising from a nest of pale blond curls. His traitorous body responded in a rush of heat and propelled him onto the bed.
\"About time you joined me,\" Draco whispered, rising smoothly up to bring their lips together.
Oh...
It had been such a long time since he\'d had physical contact like this. The play of velvet lips on his, a warm tongue sliding against his, hands caressing his face, arms moving to embrace him.
\"Draco...\" he whispered, leaning his head back as pale lips slid down his jaw to kiss the sensitive skin of his neck, causing the most delicious of shivers to course through him. Hands slid down to his hips to grip them gently, fingers stroking softly. He was helpless as that hot, wet mouth trailed down his collarbone, nipping ever so slightly, and down his chest. Draco looked up at him as he took a pink nipple in his mouth, ripping a gasp from his lips. Sparks of pleasure raced through his body as a pale hand tortured one while that, that sinful mouth teased the other.
He trembled as Draco gently lowered him to the satin sheets, so cool and smooth underneath his feverish skin. Draco kneeled above him, and it seemed as if those gray eyes burned a path as they trailed over his body.
\"So perfect,\" Draco whispered as he reached down to trail lightly up one tense thigh. A hand flitted lightly over the straining flesh between his legs.
Voldemort groaned as a slim fingered hand wrapped tightly around him, stroking slowly. It was perfect, and he arched his back, trying to urge the hand to go faster, needing it to go faster.
A low chuckle seemed to caress his body, shivers sliding across his skin.
\"So eager...\"
Draco leaned in for another kiss as that hand, oh that hand, kept doing the most delicious things. He opened willingly for the luscious boy above him, helpless to do anything but endure the surges of pleasure rushing like fire through his veins.
And he just kept at it, that blond devil, hands and lips and caressing and stroking and Voldemort just lay there, trembling, his heart pounding against his ribs, eyes fluttering shut. He could feel the pressure building low in his body, and that mouth and those fingers just kept going and he just kept trembling and...and...
Oh.
--
Voldemort jerked awake, breath coming in short pants, and pajama bottoms decidedly sticky.
\"That boy really needs to learn Occlumency!\"