Premonitions

Authors Notes and Legal Shtuff: I don\'t own Harry Potter nor any of the characters associated with it. Don\'t wish I did either...to much work. This is the first chapter in a series of what might be ten...unless I get lazy. In which case it\'ll never get finished. >_>;

Premontion


Night had fallen on Hogwarts, illuminating the ancient building in pale moonlight. It was not yet 9 in the evening though, and that meant the school was still quite active. The common rooms were full of activity, people playing Wizard’s Chess, cards, reading books or just plain having discussions. The only person who wasn’t having any fun at all was Draco Malfoy.

Admittedly, Draco wasn’t usually one for having normal fun. He enjoyed terrorizing other students, pulling pranks on his housemates, and even going as far as to plan his revenge on Harry Potter. And it was the last of these things that Draco was concentrating on that evening. He sat in a chair in the Slytherin common room, his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed in thought. This time however, his plans were forming into action.

For almost two weeks Draco hadn’t slept well. Everyone had noticed that the young man was nastier than usual, snapping even at his cohorts Crabbe and Goyle. What they didn’t know, and what he refused to tell them when they asked him what was wrong, is that he had been having dreams. Disturbing dreams. Dreams that involved....Harry Potter. GOD he hated that boy...and at the same time the dreams were so vivid...so...erotic. Erotic and Harry Potter did NOT belong in the same sentence, at least in Draco’s mind. And tonight, he would rectify the situation once and for all. He would confront Potter.

“Hey Draco, one of the 6th Years says he has a spell that can conjure knuts using pieces of fabric! Let’s go watch!” Crabbe was bouncing childishly with greed and pulling on his friend’s sweater, unknowingly annoying the blonde boy further.

“Crabbe, shut your bloody gob and leave me alone! Now!” Draco watched the other boy sulk away and swiftly rose from his chair and went to the chest in his room, procuring his cloak and wand and then heading out of the Slytherin section of the school. His path was a straight line to the central hall.

***

Neville Longbottom hated being outside the common room at night. Heck, he hated being away from anyone long enough for harm to come to him. But here he was, standing in the central hall of Hogwarts, walking along as if it was something he always did. He felt relaxed, as if the entire world didn’t exists...and for the first time he didn’t feel nervous or twitchy. Then he heard that voice...

“LONGBOTTOM!”

Neville squeaked and turned around. “Ah...ah...D...Draco! Um...I...er...”

Those blue eyes narrowed and looked the poor shaking boy right in the face. “Tell Potter to meet me in room 821 in the west wing.” He paused to let Neville get it down mentally then shouted, “NOW, PIPSQUEAK!”

“Right! Going!” And Neville went, faster than he’d ever gone in his life.

***

“Harry, I don’t like it. What do you think he wants with you?” Hermione stroked her cat gently, scratching it behind the ears and getting a happy purr in return. “You shouldn’t go.”

“In what might be a rare moment Harry, I agree with Hermione. Don’t go. You KNOW that that jerk is up to something.” Ron moved his knight and took one of Harry’s pawns, the piece getting knocked off the board by the lance of the enchanted playing piece. “Besides, you’ll get in trouble. You always do, you know. Oh...checkmate.”

Harry sighed and shook Ron’s hand. “Good game. And yes, I’m very aware of how often I get in trouble when it involves Malfoy. But come on guys...I’m better than he is. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back before you know it. He probably just wants to taunt me about the upcoming quidditch game. Wouldn’t put it below him...”

Hermione grimaced. “At least take the invisibility cloak. That’ll provide you with SOME safety in the halls.”

“Done and done. Don’t worry you two, I’ll be back in a flash.” Harry smiled warmly and went to grab his cape, wand and the invisibility cloak. He would meet Draco...and make that bastard understand that nothing could phase him.

***

The door to room 821 and shut quietly. Then the body of Harry Potter came out from beneath the invisibility cloak. The room was lit by a fire in the fire place and for the first time Harry realized he was looking at an old dormitory room. It was decorated in antique furniture and had a view of the lake below. “Wow...”

“Wow indeed, Potter. So glad you could make it.” Draco stepped out from the shadows of the corner and smiled wickedly. “I want to settle our rivalry right here. Right now.”

“Um...look Malfoy, nothing personal...but I seriously don’t think we have a rivalry except in your mind. You’re the one who hates me. I have nothing against you except when you bother my friends.” Harry’s face was expressionless as he watched the smaller boy come out from the shadows, the blonde hair illuminated in the glow of the fire. “So...what are you going to do? Kill me? It seems that’s all people want to do to me these days.”

Malfoy snarled, whipping his wand out from under his cloak. “The hell I want to kill you! What makes you think that you’re even WORTH killing, Potter?! You’re a popular, smart, goody-two-shoes that has nothing going for you but fame! I’M DRACO MALFOY. MALFOY, Potter! One of the OLDEST wizarding families! I don’t NEED to kill you to win!”

Harry raised an eyebrow, obviously lost again. “Win what? Draco, are you alright? You just called me popular AND smart in the same sentence...and meant it as a compliment...”

“I...I...” Blushing, Draco turned around and faced the shadows again. “I meant it as an insult!”

“...you’re lying, Malfoy. Come on. Just tell me what the bloody problem is and don’t waste my time.”

“I...I’ve been having dreams Potter.” The boy’s shoulders slumped slightly, defeated by the inquiries.

“Dreams? What’s wrong with that? We all have them...” Harry winced as he was cut off by the other boy.

“Dreams with YOU in them, Potter. And not pleasant dreams where you die or get kicked out of this good-for-nothing school.” Draco whirled around, his face a flurry of emotions. “Dreams where...you’re...doing things to me...wrong things...bad things...things which make me sick!”

Harry sat down hard, landing on the carpeted ground of the room with a thud. His left eye twitched slightly as he thought about what Malfoy had said and formed visions in his mind. And the surprising result was not a shudder but rather a mental groan of pleasure. “I...I don’t know what to say...”

Malfoy crouched down and crawled over, tears welling up in his eyes. “Tell me you can stop these damned dreams, Potter. Tell me that and do it before I go insane!”

“Draco...” Harry restrained himself from reaching out to wipe the tears away, and instead handed the boy a kerchief. “There, wipe your eyes.”

“Thanks.” Draco took the piece of fabric and wiped his eyes thoroughly. The he handed it back to Harry. “I’m...not crying...it’s just...my eyes are dry. Allergies...”

Harry ran his hand through his dark hair and sighed. “What do you want me to do? I...I don’t think I can stop your dreams. And who knows. Maybe they’re premonitions.”

“Premonitions? You’re joking Potter.” Malfoy leaned back into a squat and grimaced. “That’s the largest load of...”

“Draco?” Harry watched as the other boy’s eyes went wide and his entire body started to shake. “Draco, Are you ok?!”

“Oh...oh god...no!” He flopped down onto the floor, curling his body into a sitting fetal position, pulling his cloak to cover his head and rocking back and forth. “It can’t be...it can’t be...”

“What? What can’t be? Damnit Malfoy, make some sense!” Harry crawled over to the blonde and put a hand on his left shoulder. “Talk to me. I promise none of this leaves this room. I swear on my life.”

Malfoy looked up, his body still shaking and tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’ve seen this situation before...in one of my dreams...it...it was the first dream too...and...we...”

‘Shit. What do I do?’ Harry thought. ‘I mean, if he IS having premonitions, then this is unavoidable...but if he’s making this up, he’s a damned good actor...god, what do I do?!’ Then his body acted on instinct, and for the first time ever Harry Potter drew Draco Malfoy into a comforting hug, stroking the blonde hair gently and whispering ‘It’s Ok’ over and over.

They sat there like that for what seemed an eternity, but was actually five minutes or so. Draco’s body slowly stopped heaving and he took in the scent of Potter’s neck. It was then that Malfoy realized why he’d really asked Harry to meet with him...and he was about to do something he could never tell his friends. Ever. “Harry...”

“Yes?” Harry leaned back and looked at Draco, hands on both of the boys shoulders.

Malfoy blushed heavily and murmured two unmistakable words. “Kiss me.”

It took a few moments for the words to sink in, and then a few more for Harry to think them over. If he kissed Malfoy...he would never be able to tell his friends. But this would be his only chance to find out what exactly it was that HE felt. So, he took Draco’s left cheek in his right hand, and drew the distance between them to a minimum, their lips less than an inch apart. With a throaty whisper, he said, “Anything you want.”

And they kissed. Their lips touched gently and softly and both boys shuddered in delight. It was as if electricity had just passed through both of them and gone right to their groins. Harry leaned back and smiled seductively. “Well?”

“I...think I want you to kiss me again, Harry. And this time...use some tongue.” Malfoy’s eyes were half-open and glazed over as the words left his mouth. For the first time in all their years of acquaintance, the two boys were felt nothing but pleasure being with each other.

They kissed again, Harry slipping his tongue gently into Draco’s mouth and intertwining gracefully with its counterpart. They slowly began to fall backwards onto the ground and even when they landed with a ‘thunk’, Harry on top of Draco, they continued to kiss each other as if there would never be another chance in all of time to do it again. Their hands began to move in an exploratory dance, fingers brushing against limbs, sides and heads.

Draco broke the kiss and gasped as Harry’s fingers played with the boys nipples, squeezing and circling them through his shirt. “Uhn...Haarrry....”

“You’re...so...sexy. So lithe. I want you, Malfoy...under me, moaning my name, giving me the one thing you can never give anyone else.” Harry sat back and threw off his cloak and his sweater, leaving only his white school shirt on his chest. “Clothes off, Draco. I want you very naked.”

“If it was anyone else...I’d say no.” Draco smiled sexily and started to take off his clothes slowly, moving his body in an unkept rhythmic dance as the fabric started to fall away. After a minute or two all that was left were the tented school pants. He moved to take them off when Harry put up his hand.

“No, lover...I’ll do that for you...” Harry’s nimble fingers undid the clasp on Draco’s pants and pulled the zipper down. Giving a good tug he let the pants pool down around the blonde’s ankles and admired the straining briefs left in his way. “A briefs boy, Draco? I never figured you’d be one.”

“Shut up, Harry...you wear briefs too. And I bet you look damned good in them.” Draco blushed furiously as the dark eyes inspected him. “Now can I get thoroughly naked yet? My cock is killing me!”

“And it’s killing me too...looks like it’s in need of attention.” The brown-haired boy pressed a finger against the spot of wetness on the briefs and watched his prey shudder in pleasure. ‘I don’t know what I did to deserve this moment...but I’m sure as hell taking it!’ Sliding the briefs off Harry admired the very hard cock before him, the tip expelling precum in twitches. “Wow...it’s beautiful...”

Draco chuckled hoarsely and stroked Harry’s head. “I’ve never heard of an erection being called beautiful, Potter...but I’ll take it as a compliment. Now off with your clothes...I want to see yours too.”

“If that’s what you want...” Harry stood up and took off the rest of his clothes, revealing an also impressive erection. He grinned and pulled Draco against him, their erections rubbing together. “Mmm...you feel so warm...so good.. I want you so bad, Draco...”

“The feeling is mutual. I...want to moan under you. Please...take me. Right here.” Draco motioned to the bed in the room and pulled away from Harry, setting himself down on the comfortable furniture and scooting towards the pillows. He leaned back and opened his legs, presenting a most appetizing sight. “Come on.”

Harry licked his lips and crawled onto the bed, moving slowly over to the blonde, taking in what he considered one of the most beautiful sights he’d ever seen. That skin was glowing in the firelight, and the erection was glistening with the erupting precum from within the young boy. Bringing his head down, Harry licked the inside of Draco’s left leg, moving slowly up until he hit the crotch. Then he skipped that part of Draco that so wanted attention and continued up the lithe, smooth chest, tracing patterns on it with the tip of his tongue, feeling that soft warm flesh squirm beneath him.

Draco moaned softly, arching his back as Harry took one of his nipples and suckled on it, sending waves of pleasure through his body. And Harry continued on, taking the other nipple and giving it equal reverence. “Ooooh Harry! God, where did you learn to do this stuff?!”

“Well, in the muggle world they have this stuff called ‘pornography.’ My cousin Dudley has quite a bit of it, mostly given to him by Uncle Vernon. I’ve managed to get a few good looks from time to time and I picked up some ideas.” Harry chuckled and looked Draco right in those crystal-blue eyes, “And I figured I’d try them out on you. How’m I doing so far?”

The blonde kissed the brunette gently and smiled. “Very, very good. Now what other tricks do you have?”

“Mm...how about this one?” Harry crawled down Malfoy’s body and looked the twitching erection before him. Then, opening his mouth softly, he blew on the shiny pink tip causing Draco to arch his back. “Ooo...you like that one? Then you’ll really like this!”

“Ah..AHH! Oh god, Harry!” Draco felt heat all around him and looked down long enough to see Harry sucking reverently on his cock. ‘God...Harry Potter is sucking me off...and I’m enjoying it! Unng...he’s so good.’ He placed his hand on Harry’s head and started to thrust. “Harry...I...I’m going to...”

“Mmffff!” Hot semen spilled into his mouth and shot back into his throat. Harry barely had time to think and started to swallow the salty-sweet liquid, savoring it as it kept pumping out. Finally Draco’s erection stopped twitching and releasing and Harry came up and kissed his lover, slipping his tongue once again into that amazing mouth. Then he sat back on his haunches and grinned. “Like that?”

“Oh...wow...” Draco struggled to keep his eyes open and from crossing. That...had been the most amazing experience of his life. “Harry...I...wow. You’re amazing...”

“I’ve still got one more trick up my sleeve. Lift your legs.”

Malfoy complied. He knew what was coming, and was actually looking forward to it. He was going to give his virginity to Harry Potter, and he was having no regrets. One finger, slicked by saliva, probed the entrance to his bottom and then slowly slid in. Draco’s body shuddered involuntarily, wincing at the pain and the pleasure. The finger seemed to probe around for a bit, then a second finger joined it, scissoring his hole and causing him to become quite erect again. “Y...yes! Haaaarrryyy! Please....please fuck me...”

“As you wish, love...” Harry took his throbbing cock and pushed at the entrance to that beautiful body. ‘Slowly. Slowly. Don’t hurt him...’, he thought. But as his manhood started to slide in he lost control of his inhibitions and thrust all the way in with one deft move, his lover shouting his name as his cock pounded into his body. “Ah...I...I’m sorry Draco...”

“Shut up and fuck me, Potter.”

The brunette grinned and started to thrust at an easy pace into the creamy body, eyes practically crossing with the pleasure of each push. He forced himself to look down and observe the young boy on the receiving end of his ministrations and found that the pretty face was contorted in pleasure. “Hah...hah...is...is it good?”

Draco opened his mouth and yowled as Harry hit his prostate again and again. “Fuck yes, it is! Don’t stop! Please!”

“I’ll never stop. Not as long as you want me to keep going.” Harry lifted Malfoy up and held him close, looking the boy right in the eyes as he fucked him. “I’m always going to be here for you, Draco...always and forever.”

“HeheheagghYES!” Draco arched his back again, feeling his chest press against Harry’s. “Do...do you always confess...love during sex, Potter?”

“No...you’re the first!” Harry’s lips went to Draco’s neck and sucked gently, causing a shudder in that beautiful body.

“AH! Well...then it’s both our first times...and...oh god...Harry, I’m going to cum!” Taking one hand he pulled Harry’s head up and drew him into a deep kiss as he felt himself go over the edge, whimpering into the other boys mouth as his semen exploded onto their chests with force.

As if orchestrated, Harry to felt himself loose his seed into the object of his affection, falling backwards as it shot out. Then as soon as it had started, it was over. All that was left were the two naked boys intertwined on the goose-down bed, holding each other close, kissing gently and tenderly.

“So...we have to keep this a secret...” Draco ran a finger down Harry’s toned chest, nuzzling his lovers neck as he spoke. “If anyone found out...”

“I know. This is our secret. Now and always.” Harry rested his head on Draco’s and sighed. “I...I think I love you, Draco...”

The blonde sighed. Suddenly he felt complete. Those words...they filled his soul just as Harry had filled him only a few minutes before. “And...I think I love you, Harry.” He paused and thought, suddenly sitting up, “Dear God, how long have we been here?!”

Harry sat up too, suddenly in a panic as well. “I...I don’t know! Shit, Hermione and Ron are going to start looking for me soon.” He rolled off the bed and quickly began to dress and Draco did the same. Soon they were both clothed and Draco went to open the door to the room. He felt Harry’s hand on his shoulder and he turned, facing his lover. Harry grinned and kissed Draco gently on the forehead. “Let’s do this again soon...just you and me. Away from everyone else.”

“Yeah. I’d like that, Harry. Next time, you let me know where and when.” Malfoy smiled happily and ran off down the hallway.

***

“Harry!” Two voices chorused as he walked into the common room. He smiled happily as his two friends rushed over to him.

“Oi Harry, you were gone for almost two hours! We thought that bastard had killed you!” Ron’s eyes were filled with relief as he grasped his friends arm.

Hermione looked at Harry and smiled. “I knew you’d be fine...but two hours was an awfully long time to be gone. What happened that made you so late?”

“Well...”, Harry paused, the smile on his face growing larger, “Let’s just say Malfoy and I have come to a common understanding.”

***

Draco slipped into the Slytherin common room which was oddly still busy. Crabbe and Goyle hurried over and started to pry into what he’d been doing and why he’d been gone so long. With a deft move, Malfoy knocked them both on their rears and went to his dormitory. He laid down on the bed and curled up, smiling happily...finally complete.

Then he felt something coming out of his rear and groaned. “Damnit! I forgot about that...”

Part I: Complete.