Nightmares, the cozy kind

Notes: Thanks to carelessmemory on LJ for betaing! *smooches*
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don\'t own Harry and Draco, they\'re JKR\'s...if I did, I\'d be offline now, doing all kinds of naughty things :)

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Nightmares, the cozy kind


Blond hair tickled his chest; a hot, wet and soft tongue lavished his nipples. His arms were stretched above him and bound at his wrists. Harry
panted heavily, his eyes were shut tightly and he let the sensation of his lover\'s touch sweep through his body.

\"Harry. Harry! Oh God, look at me!\" a familiar voice demanded.


Harry forced his eyes open and looked into Ron\'s alarmed eyes. Neville stood next to Ron, looking equally worried.

\"What-\" Harry began but didn\'t go on, instead he sat up and pulled his blanket tight around him, placing his hands over his crotch, hoping his friends had failed to notice the bulge in his sleeping pants.

\"Harry, are you all right? You were tossing around and groaning. Did you dream of him?\" Ron asked wide-eyed.

Harry blinked, trying to grasp whom Ron was referring to. He blinked again, rubbing his forehead and the scar. Of course! Ron thought he had dreamed of Voldemort.

\"No, not Voldemort, uhm, no. It was nothing, just a dream.\" Harry looked anywhere but at Ron or Neville\'s eyes. He felt his face get warm and hoped that they wouldn\'t see the blush in the dim light.

Seamus glanced at them from his bed, rubbing his eyes. \"What\'s going on?\"

Harry looked at him and tried to smile. \"Nothing, nothing. Go back to sleep.\" Having said that, Harry slid back under the blanket and rolled onto his side. He looked at Ron.

\"You should too!\" He pointedly shut his eyes and pretended to do just what he had told Seamus. Neville shrugged and turned back to his bed. Ron stood and frowned down at his best friend for a while, Harry could feel it. After a minute or so he let out a frustrated \'hmpf\' and returned to his bed.

Harry heard the breathing of his friends even and he knew they were asleep. His mind raced back to his latest dream. Malfoy. What was wrong with him? Did his conscious try to tell him something, try to warn him? I bet he\'s up to something! He must be! For Harry, there was no other reasonable explanation for his dreams. Hermione and Ron had told him he was imagining things when he had told them about his dreams -no details of course!- just that he was having weird dreams involving Malfoy.
Flopping onto his other side, Harry tried to relax and find some sleep. He would find out what Malfoy was planning. With that thought, he drifted off into a light slumber.

Ron woke him up shortly after dawn and they went down for breakfast. Harry ate very little and instead kept staring at the back of Malfoy\'s head. Draco gestured wildly and talked vividly and the Slytherins around him laughed. He joined them and Harry noticed the way Malfoy\'s hair moved when he laughed, a strand fell into his face and Harry felt the urge to brush it back, to let the soft pale strand glide through his fingers and-what? Irritated, he threw his fork onto his plate, angry with Malfoy for …existing.

Ron\'s eyebrows shot into his red hair and he stared at Harry with a slightly shocked expression.
\"Harry, what-?\"

\"It\'s Malfoy! I know he\'s up to no good! And even if you two won\'t help me, I\'ll-\"

Hermione interrupted him, \"-find out yourself. Yes Harry, we already know that! You\'re being paranoid.\" She stood, grabbed an apple and stormed out of the Great Hall.

Ron looked after her and sighed. \"She\'s right, you know?\"

Harry frowned, \"But Ron, I know there is something! Those dreams-\"

\"Oh stop it Harry!\" Ron grabbed his bag and followed Hermione. Harry bowed over his plate and poked at his food. Great, his best friends had left him, and to top it all he had Potions first this morning.
After two annoying Potions-lessons with Snape, boring Charms and Herbology lessons and an afternoon filled with homework, Harry entered the Great Hall for dinner. Hermione was still in a bad mood and snapped at him all the time.

When he saw Malfoy rising from the Slytherin table, Harry followed him upstairs. He hid behind a sculpture when Malfoy stopped. After looking around, he started pacing and mumbling and Harry wondered briefly what Draco was doing but the answer showed up in form of a door. The Room of Requirement, of course, how could he forget about it?
Draco disappeared through the door and Harry hurried over but when he reached the place, the door was already gone.

He had to get in and see what Malfoy was doing in there. So he started pacing. I need to see what Malfoy\'s doing inside you. I need to see what Malfoy\'s doing inside you. I need to see what Malfoy\'s doing inside you. Nothing happened. I need you to become the place you became for Malfoy, three times he thought it and again nothing happened.

For more than ten minutes Harry tried every phrase that came into his mind but none of them worked. He was just about to give up when the door reappeared and opened. Frozen, Harry watched Malfoy come out and
close the door behind him. When he looked up, straight into Harry\'s eyes, he too froze in place. His eyes narrowed until they were merely blue slits.

\"Potter, what are you doing here?\" He took a few steps towards Harry. \"Following me?\" He was standing so close to Harry, their chests were almost touching

Harry stared into those blue depths. He opened his mouth to answer but found that it was too dry. He swallowed and a wolfish grin spread across Draco\'s features.

\"Scared Potter? Afraid that I might bite you?\"

He snapped his teeth at Harry\'s neck. Harry hissed when their chests touched, his heart racing. He could smell Malfoy, he took two deep breaths and before he realised it, he had closed his eyes. This was…Malfoy! His eyes shot open and he pushed Malfoy, who was still grinning, hardly moving at all. Instead he moved in closer and braced one hand on the wall behind Harry.

\"Wha-what do you want Malfoy?\", Harry choked out, trying not to breathe that smell or see those eyes staring at him. To his embarrassment and confusion he felt his straining erection in his jeans. Draco chuckled.

\"What I want? I\'ll take what I want.\" He traced one finger over Harry\'s ear and down to his lips. He used the finger to part Harry\'s unresisting lips, stroking the bottom lip until it was full and Harry was panting. Looking over Draco\'s shoulder, Harry saw that the door had not vanished. Without thinking he grabbed Malfoy\'s hand, and headed for the door.
Malfoy, suddenly caught off balance, followed without struggling.

The room they entered was rather small but cosy and only dimly lit. Flames danced in the fireplace, a green couch covered in velvet facing it.
A huge bed with red and gold covers stood beneath the windows that showed the grounds of Hogwarts.

Draco spun Harry around and pulled him closer, lips clashed down on his own. A tongue pushed between his and Harry opened to it. Draco kissed him hard and demanding. One of Harry\'s hands shot into blond hair and the other to Draco\'s shoulder. Their tongues battled for dominance but soon they found that it was useless and their kiss slowed down and they explored each other\'s mouths. Spinning around each other they moved towards the bed, only breaking apart to remove shirts and ties.
Harry felt the edge of the bed against his knees and sank down on it, pulling Malfoy down next to him. Draco rolled half onto Harry immediately and resumed kissing, his hands roaming over Harry\'s bare chest, stomach and back up. He rubbed one nipple with his thumb and pinched the other lightly, causing Harry to moan and arch up into Draco\'s touch.
He rubbed his erection against Draco\'s leg, Draco moaned and rubbed his own hard cock against Harry\'s leg in return. Harry’s hands gripped Draco\'s buttocks, squeezed and pulled Draco closer. Lips found Harry\'s neck and shoulders and kissed, licked and he even felt bites but Harry didn\'t care. He moaned and tried to get Draco\'s pants off without having to unwrap his legs around Draco\'s. He cursed under his breath and pushed Draco who started to unfasten his pants so Harry could focus on his own pair, slightly back.


Somehow they managed to get completely naked and Draco was back on Harry. He reached down and took Harry\'s thick cock into his hand, stroking it with slow, fluid movements. Harry groaned and pushed up into the hand that pleasured him. He didn\'t notice that Draco rummaged through the nightstand with his other hand. A thin layer of sweat covered his body and he felt his balls tighten. He wanted to say something but found that he could hardly moan \'close\'. Suddenly the hand was gone. Harry whimpered at the loss and lay back panting, trying to get his bearings.

\"Why did you-\", he started saying but Draco\'s lips on his silenced him. Malfoy moved between Harry\'s tights and he heard a clicking noise. He briefly wondered what had caused the sound but didn\'t get far. He felt a slick finger at his entrance and broke the kiss and the finger stilled. \"No!\"

\"Ssshh! Let me try, you will like it, I promise!\", he kissed Harry\'s lips swiftly.

Harry contemplated it for a moment. Draco wouldn\'t hurt him, at least not like that. To hurt Harry he would find meaner ways. He moved his hips towards Draco\'s hand and saw a smile form on the other boy\'s face. Another kiss, deeper this time and the finger pressed into him gently but firm all the same. It felt uncomfortable but it didn\'t hurt. Draco sucked Harry\'s tongue into his mouth and swirled his own tongue around it, in the same instant he added a second finger. Harry\'s tongue stilled and he nudged it gently. He slowly opened Harry, loosening muscles for him. He struck Harry\'s prostate and a jolt of pleasure ripped through Harry\'s body and he let out a low moan, clawing at Draco\'s back. Draco grinned at his Harry and let his fingers rub over the tender spot again.

\"Oh God!\" Harry panted and pushed back onto the fingers inside him. Draco still smiled and stroked his free hand over Harry\'s chest.

\"I told you you’d like it!\"

He leaned down and kissed and licked Harry\'s abdomen. Placing a kiss on the head of Harry’s penis he withdrew his fingers. He reached for the lube and coated himself. He locked his gaze with Harry\'s as he slowly pushed inside. Harry told himself to relax but it was difficult. Draco\'s cock was by far larger than his fingers and now it began to hurt. The thought of telling Draco to stop shot through his head but just when he opened his mouth, Draco was fully inside of him and stilled, giving Harry time to get used to the feeling of being filled. The view of Draco above him, panting, blond hair hanging in his face, blue eyes watching him, the firm but not overly muscled body covered in sweat, left Harry staring open mouthed, forgetting about the pain for the moment.

Draco closed his eyes and swallowed hard. When he opened them again, he saw Harry smiling and returned it. He resumed stroking Harry\'s cock and started moving his hips, slowly and carefully at first, but after he corrected the angle of his movements to make sure to hit Harry\'s prostate, the young man underneath him started to move on his own. They found a rhythm that slowly sped up and soon the room was filled with moans of the pair.

Harry reached up to Draco\'s face and Draco took his thumb into his mouth and began sucking fiercely. Harry\'s hips jerked and he withdrew his thumb and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. The changed angle deepened Draco\'s thrusts and after two more Harry came, crying out against Malfoy\'s mouth, his whole body shaking. The clenching of firm muscles around his cock sent Draco over the edge too and he emptied himself into Harry, then collapsed onto the other boy. Panting hard, both couldn\'t move for what seemed to be years. Finally Draco found the strength to pull out and roll off Harry. They lay in silence until Harry noticed that Draco was asleep. Harry pulled the red and gold blanket over Draco and moved to pull his clothes back on. He left silently, stopping at the door; he looked back at the sleeping figure that looked somewhat lost alone in the huge bed.


The next few days Malfoy and Harry behaved like nothing had happened between them. Harry spent some time thinking about it and came to the decision that he didn\'t regret what had happened.
Exactly one week later a note flew onto his Potions desk.

Hey Potter,
Still up for some fun?
Same place tonight, after dinner.
D.

Harry grinned, slipped the note into his pocket and went back to stirring his potion.

~~~Fin~~~

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