Only In Dreams

That is it, Harry thought. Cho Chang, I think we’re through. Harry was done with Cho. After that Valentine’s fiasco he was over Ms. Chang. Hell, he was over girls in general. Who needs them anyway? Boys understood him and vice versa. Plus fantasizing about boys always resulted in a wondrous orgasm when he wanked. He realized he favored boys when he accidentally saw the twins snogging each other last summer at the burrow and he got the biggest erection of his life.
Harry lie back in his four-poster bed and let his mind wander to thoughts of the available men at Hogwarts. Ron? No, although Ron was attractive, red hair is very hot, he was just his best friend. Ron loved Hermione anyway. Neville, Dean, Seamus? No. No. Well, Seamus did have that sexy accent but no.
Harry laughed to himself at the thought of getting all romantic with his fellow Gryffindors. His mind went to Harry’s obvious match, the boy who Harry has wanted for years. The boy was everything Harry could ever want or need in life. The boy, of course, was Draco Malfoy. But how could he ever get Draco? He couldn’t just proclaim his love in the middle of potions. What to do, he thought as sleep overtook him.
His dream that night was glorious, although he could only recall a naked Draco underneath him. As sleep faded from him, he thought of the dream and of all the Draco involved dreams that had filled his nights, then he got an idea. He jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes, and ran towards the common room.
Almost every morning before breakfast Hermione would sit and read or do homework in the common room; Harry hoped today would be no different.
“Nice day isn’t it, ’Mione?” He said casually.
She peered over her large book. “It’s raining.”
In truth, Harry hadn’t even looked outside. “Well it is a nice day if you like the rain.”
“What do you want Harry?”
He tried to act shocked but decided to just ask her.
“Fine.” He said, flopping down into a seat across from her. “I need help with a spell.”
This seemed to her attention. “Uh-huh.”
“I need to make a potion to go into someone’s dream.”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t really want to say but I promise it is nothing bad.”
She eyed him suspiciously for a moment.
“Okay,” she sighed. “I read a pretty simple one last week and it should only take a few days to make.”
***
Hermione gave him the recipe and helped him garner the ingredients. It was much easier than when they made the polyjuice potion. Harry sat on his bed and drank the potion quickly. After putting the cup aside he laid back and thought intently about the dream he was going to enter. He hoped like hell that Draco was already asleep.
Mist swirled in front of Harry’s eyes, as if he was walking through fog. Slowly, things began to take form. It looked like he was standing in the Slytherin common room. Draco was spread out on one of the leather sofas with his eyes closed; breath shallow. Harry exhaled as he took in the sight.
Cautiously he walked forward and slid on top of the resting Slytherin. Harry pressed his lips to Draco’s when Draco opened his eyes and pulled away, startled. His eyes focused on Harry and he relaxed.
“Potter, I was wondering when you would show up.” He said, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist.
“So you’re happy to see me?” Thoughts ran through Harry’s mind (wow! Draco was *really* into him? Did he dream about him as much as he did?). Harry had never been this turned on before; it seemed all the blood had pooled in his groin.
“Am I happy to see you?” Draco laughed. “Does this answer your question?” Draco ground his erection into Harry’s making them both moan and pant.
Harry leaned down and kissed Draco hungrily. He tore away to remove his shirt and watched as Draco mirrored his action. The heated kiss resumed. Harry ran his hands over Draco’s unbelievably soft skin. He could feel his body getting hotter; it felt as if they were going to melt together. One hand undid Draco’s pants as he moved the kiss over Draco’s body.
Draco’s hands massaged Harry’s scalp as he took his cock in his mouth. He seemed huge, but Harry wanted to consume Draco; as if his lust had turned to pure hunger. He licked in a tantalizing manner, first just below the crown of his prick then down the long shaft, causing Draco to moan loudly.
“Potter, have I ever told you how much I love your mouth?” He panted.
Harry lapped at the spot right between the base of his cock and balls. Draco writhing under him was getting too much to take. He pulled away and stood up to remove his pants. Draco looked at him, eyes smoldering, and sat up rightfully on the sofa. He worked at taking off his trousers and spread his legs so Harry was in between them. They were both nude, panting. Harry collapsed onto Draco and licked at his ear making him shudder.
“Harry…”
He used his first name.
“Harry, I want you to shag me. Now.”
“Mmm.” He found it so difficult to form words with Draco’s hands caressing his lower back. He turned his head to look around the room for some form of lube. Draco seemed to read his mind. He licked and spat on his hand and wrapped it around Harry’s cock. That was almost too much for him.
Draco’s legs locked around his as he thrust into the wanting body. “Oh god.” He wasn’t sure which one of them was speaking anymore. He rocked his hips sharply so his cock hit Draco’s prostate just right. He writhed and moaned loudly as Harry jerked on his dick, squeezing it slightly. Their lips met again. Harry felt Draco’s hands on his arse, groping and incessant. His fingers worked on Harry’s opening, gently fondling. He pushed his finger inside, at the same point the trickle of Harry’s orgasm turned into a crashing wave.
He cried out and came ferociously inside Draco but continued his movements. He looked at him, lost in passion. Then grey eyes locked with green.
“Say it,” he said.
“What?”
“Tell me. You. Love. Me.”
“Draco, I love you.”
With that Draco’s cum spilled out all over his stomach and Harry’s hand. They fell on the together, sharing light kisses.
“Did you mean it?”
“What?”
“That you loved me.”
“I have meant it for a very long time.”
Harry was happy, laying in the Slytherin common room and intertwined with Draco Malfoy. He looked over the edge of the couch and saw the mist and fog returning to the edges of the room. Shit, Draco must be waking up. He jumped up and grabbed his clothes.
“Why are you leaving, Potter?”
“I, uh, I just have to go. Would you do me a favor?”
“Anything.”
“Okay. Tomorrow, in Potions, after Snape gives the day’s assignment I want you to look at me and say my first name…”
“Why-” Harry was too wrapped up in his rapidly forming plan to stop talking.
“…Then, I will say your first name, so we can know our feelings are real.”
Draco gave him a confused look but smiled. “Okay.”
Harry kissed Draco one last time before turning to leave. He was at the edge of the fast fading room when he heard Draco say, “Harry, I love you.”
***
The next morning Harry woke up thinking about what had taken place. He had so many questions. Did Draco really feel the same as him? Would he recall the dream? Would anything happen in Potions? Was anything that happened considered real?
During breakfast, he was lost in thought and responded only in grunts. Most of the day seemed to go like that, until Potions. Right before hand he came out of his cloud and began to feel like a nervous wreck. The butterflies in his stomach seemed to be trying to escape. Why was he *this* worried? He sat down next to Ron and paid extra close attention to Snape.
“…And I hope most of you are competent enough to follow directions so we can avoid any incidents,” Snape drawled before sitting down behind his desk. Harry immediately turned his gaze on Draco.
Draco was looking at him intently. Their eyes locked, just as in the dream, and everything else faded to a light buzz. It was only them.
“Harry,” Draco said clearly.
Harry winked and battled a huge grin, “Draco.”
A mixture of confusion, shock, and excitement played over Draco’s face before he hurriedly turned to look the other way.