Dreams To Build A Life On

Title: Dreams To Build A Life On
Author: Juno
E-mail: Juno_skywalker@yahoo.com
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17 due to adult sexual content
Summary: Dreams can inspire many things, even love amongst bitter rivals.

AN: I don't own HP or its characters, damn it! So, I can't make any money off of this but the story is mine, so, enjoy. I would like to thank my excellent beta for all the hard work. Love ya, Lenny!

~~~~~~Dream On ~~~~~~

Harry drummed his fingers on the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Lunch was nearly over and he still had his divinations homework to complete. The assignment was easy enough. He just had to write about the dream he had of his future mate and what they were like. The Professor had said the tea she had given them would help them to see their future with that person. Only problem Harry hadn't gotten any sleep because the tea had kept him up all night running to the loo. It looked like he was going to have to do what he normally did in her class, bull shit his way through it.

*Okay Harry just think it through. One step at a time.* he thought to himself.

Closing his eyes Harry began to write. He had learned to write like this over the summer vacation in order to finish his homework in the dark. With no way to buy batteries he had to use his flash light sparingly to keep from using them up. Oddly enough Harry found this also helped him in arranging his thoughts and access information in his memory.

A picture of Legolas from the Lord of the Rings movie he'd managed to sneak out to see popped into his head. He drifted off to sleep even as he wrote. When Harry awoke to the sound of the bell ringing he looked down at the scroll, only reading the last two lines of what he'd written in his sleep. Thinking for a moment, Harry added a few more lines to his paper to make it more dramatic.

*There now. That should make the professor happy.* he thought. Harry quickly jotted down some things about home and family then said a drying spell on the paper before rolling it up. He collected his things and grabbed two sandwiches before dashing out the door to get to class.


Divinations class two days later:


"I must say I'm very disappointed in most of you. Few of you took the dream mate assignment seriously. Therefore, everyone except for Lavender Brown, Padma Patil and Harry Potter has to re-do the assignment. Now before we re-brew the tea I a would like for you all to hear of what was written by them so you will see the kind of details I'm looking for." Trelawney read snippets of both the girls papers then looked at her students. "Now both of these were great work." Smiling at the girls as she said this. "However, neither had the kind of passion Mr. Potter's had in his writings."

"Now there were detailed descriptions of his mate's physical appearance. My favorite however was the very last that was written." The professor cleared her throat and read. "Without my love by my side, I will kill the Dark Lord but the Dark Lord will take me with him to his grave. For without my mate I have nothing to live for, no reason for being. However, my love gives my life purpose again and our two hearts will beat as one."

There was nothing but silence as very one in class listened to the paper. Harry was desperately trying to find some place to hide. He could feel everyone's eyes staring at him . Geez did she have to read it out loud? At least she hadn't made copies to show everyone. Judging by the pointed look and the major blush the professor wore when she had stated that there were very detailed descriptions in his paper, he had a sinking feeling it was very personal.

Ducking his head and blushing hard enough to match the red of the pillow he sat on, Harry thought . *First thing I going to do when I get that paper back is read it. Then I'm going to burn the damn bloody thing.*

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Draco sat listening to Potter's paper and debated on whether or not he should post that paper all over school or just read it out loud during dinner the tomorrow night. *I had better read through it first to see if it's worth the trouble.* Draco thought to himself.

Later that night Draco sat in his bed with the curtains closed and getting undressed. Completely naked, Draco scooted under the covers and got comfortable before beginning to un-roll the scroll that he had borrowed from the professor's desk that afternoon. He'd kept it well hidden to insure that no one would go telling Potter he had it. Wouldn't do for that to get out.

Smirking Draco began to read.

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Potter wrote:

My life, soul, and heart's mate is a six foot male. He has eyes like mirrors that reflect the troubles of his life and the world around him, filled with ghosts of the past and spirits of the future deeds to be done. His eyes are painted a bitter sweet blue-grey that glow with an inner strength like that of distant pale stars that burn within the vast heavens, which will some day be as bright as the north star.

His lips feel like velvet but are firm beneath mine. I taste his mouth and it is a heady mixture of sweet raspberries, tangy citrus orange, and something that can't be anything else but his own unique flavor.

Skin like alabaster and smooth like silk, he slides against my own tanned flesh, touching me in ways only he knows I like. His flesh is flawless but for a birth mark on his inner thigh. I run my fingers through his freshly washed un-gelled hair, reveling in its kitten soft texture and I watch the firelight play across his silver blond strands. His voice flows over me, through me, in me. Makes me cum when he screams my name.

Body like an athlete but not overly muscular, I love the feel of him as he is pressed close to me or withering beneath me with his legs wrapped around my waist as I claim him. Loving when he is on top of me, moving within me with his long, thick hardness. Or when we are spooned together whispering words of love in the middle of the night.

He chases away my darkness by making me laugh. He brings out the best and worst in me, freeing me of the ice incasing my heart.

I love him. My heart sings it for anyone who would listen. Without my love by my side, I will kill the Dark Lord but the he will take me with him to his grave. For without my mate I have nothing to live for, no reason for being. However, my love gives my life purpose again and our two hearts will beat as one.

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Draco was stopped cold. He couldn't finish the rest he was shaking so hard. *MERLIN! It was him. Harry was in love with him, Draco Malfoy.* Everything he read was a perfect description of his body, from the hair to the birthmark. Even his love for raspberry and orange hard candies was present in the paper. Draco felt revealed, vulnerable, and he didn't like it one bit. How did Harry know so much about him? Did he make it up or did Harry really dream about him? Did Potter just use him to get out of telling the truth but if so how did he know about his birthmark? Why did it stir something inside of his heart at the thought of being Harry's life mate? Why did it feel so right? Most of all, why was he so turned on just thinking of all the things they could do to each other's bodies?

Draco swallowed hard as he re-read the part about them being lovers. He began to stroke himself slowly. In Draco's mind his mouth feasted on tanned skin. His eyes looked deeply into eyes as green and wild as the very forest itself. His fingers carded through raven locks. Draco's cock sheathed deep within Harry's body. He was surrounded by him. Touching, tasting, seeing, smelling and hearing everything as if he were actually within the Gryffindor's arms. Moaning and panting, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it over his face just in time to muffle the noise he was making. Draco's hand picked up speed as the scenes from Harry's words played through his mind. Draco cried out Harry's name as he came picturing his seed filling Harry's body.

He lay there, scroll on the bed, nerves on fire, cum all over his hand and belly, and all he could do was wish that it were real. Only after his head stopped spinning did he clean himself and his sheets up with a spell. Settling back into the bed, Draco finished the scroll and sighed. Their life sounded exactly like the life he'd always wanted as a child; warm home, family, laughter, and love... lots of love.

Draco brought his body pillow down from the head of the bed and pressed it close to his body. He could picture Harry and he like that, spooned together, whispering to each other just as Harry had spoken of in his writings.

"H.P. Malfoy, it has a nice ring to it" he thought as he drifted off to sleep that night dreaming of Harry Potter becoming his.