Dreamscape

AN: Enjoy.

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The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. Harry’s hand was still raised in farewell.

‘He’ll be alright,’ murmured Ginny.

As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

‘I know he will.’

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

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Harry sat up panting and shuddering in his king sized bed, the covers wrapped around his sweat soaked body. He felt half ill and for a moment wasn’t sure why. Most prevalent of all was the feeling of suffocation. He scrambled to claw the entangled covers from his body, gasping to catch his breath as he did so. Without even noticing it, Harry rubbed his scar impatiently, a habit he hadn’t quite abandoned despite the fact that it hadn’t pained him in nearly three years. That realization brought the nightmare back to the forefront of his mind from where it was still fresh in the jumble of chaotic thoughts that were racing about in his head.

The reminder brought a low groan to his lips. The body beside him stirred, and Harry internally cursed himself for it. He suppressed the shivering of his own body and bit his lip, hoping he hadn’t woken the one who usually slept beside him in such deep comfort.

Unfortunately luck didn’t seem to be on his side.

‘Whas’matter?’ a half unconscious voice asked, and that alone was enough to relax Harry’s tense body.

‘Nothing love, go back to sleep.’ Harry murmured in what he hoped was a soothing voice. He still felt a little too disoriented to be able to tell exactly how in control he was of himself.

Perhaps that had been the wrong thing to say, or perhaps something of a quaver in his voice betrayed his true unease because the curled up bundle beside his stretched out a little and turned towards him.

In the moonlight that so amply lit the room Harry could now see bleary sleep filled eyes gazing at him. The chuckle that rose to his lips Harry bit back, knowing that his sentiments of how adorable the expression was wouldn’t be appreciated.

‘What’s wrong?’
‘Just a nightmare.’ Harry muttered, flushing a little as he said it. The whole matter was rather ridiculous after all, and the true ludicrousness of the moment dawned on him as the sleep washed away from his mind.

Draco sat up in bed beside him, his platinum hair, loose and ruffled, but still gleaming like moon-kissed hay in the faint light. His eyes were focussed now and his body was tense.

‘Nightmare?’ he asked, his tone curt, and though nothing in Draco’s form belayed anything but a cold practical sense that Draco adopted when dealing with things of a business nature, Harry knew that the blond was worried.

‘Nothing like that.’ Harry assured quickly, his hand quickly sliding over crumpled covers to find Draco’s. Under his touch the fist that Draco’s hand had been clenched into gave way to interlacing fingers.

‘Then what as it?’ Draco asked gently. It always surprised Harry how caring and indulgent Draco could be.

Harry hestitated, unsure as to how to answer Draco’s question without making himself look a fool.

‘Harry?’ Draco’s soft voice prompted.

‘Eh – well you see I had this dream that I was married to Ginny Weasley, and it was some dozen and a bit years from now...’ Harry mumbled and Draco snorted, though his hand tightened its weave of Harry’s own fingers. Harry could tell that Draco was just a touch jealous that he was dreaming of someone other than him. The blond could be vain like that, but even more so Draco was a possessive prick.

‘We were seeing out kids off on the Hogwarts train. Hermione and Ron were there...they had a couple kids too...Hugo I think was the name of the boy, there might have been a girl too...’ Harry trailed off, trying to remember.

‘Is this a premonition then?’ Draco asked, his manner teasing. Draco voice brought him back to reality.

‘Merlin, I hope not.’ Harry said with a shudder, ‘I can’t imagine what type of brain damage I must have suffered to have named my kid Albus Severus.’

Draco snorted with laughter, pulling his free hand from under the covers to press against his stomach as it consumed him. A few minutes latter, as Harry watched in mock annoyance, Draco finally gathered the wits to stop laughing and receive the glare that Harry was sending his way.

‘It’s not that funny.’ Harry muttered.


‘Oh really?’ Draco arched an eyebrow in disbelief, ‘I can’t think of a single thing that could be funnier.’

‘Oh well I can.’ Harry said, almost under his breath, but deliberately loud enough for Draco to catch.

‘And what’s that?’ Draco drawled, though the interest was still palpable in his voice.

‘Funny thing is you were in my dream too.’

‘Oh?’ Harry knew that the vain side of Draco was kicking in. ‘Pray tell.’

‘I distinctly remember that you...’

‘Yes?’ Draco prompted, as Harry paused.

‘Had a receding hairline.’

Silence. One sweet moment. Draco’s face look sculpted from white marble, the way it was frozen in the moonlight.

‘What?’ Draco hissed. His voice was low and he had closed his eyes, as though to calm himself.

‘You. Were. Balding.’ Harry reiterated. Slowly. Placing emphasis on every last syllable.

Draco’s eyes snapped open storm grey looking black in the shadows. They were unreadable. Draco watched him carefully for a moment. He blinked and broke his gaze, turning away and sliding back down under the covers which he jerked over himself.

Harry gave half a sigh. He had expected as much.

‘You’re not upset are you?’ Harry asked lightly.

‘Upset? Why would I be upset?’ Draco asked in that cold quiet voice he was wont to
adopt when he was hurt or more precisely, when he was indeed upset.

Harry dropped the act then. Slowing sliding back down so he was lying down again, Harry sidled up against Draco. The blond tensed, not that he wasn’t already coiled up quite tightly.

‘Come now Draco, have you forgotten already?’

‘What that you’ve been dreaming of fornicating with that redheaded wench?’


Harry ignored the slight against Ginny. ‘That I told you it was a nightmare.’ Harry didn’t wait for a response. ‘The only thing I dream about is you. Trust me on that.’ Harry murmured in a low, husky voice, wrapping his arm around the blond waist. A slow trembling shudder ran through the body that Harry had pulled flush against his own.

Draco turned to face him, his face pale, looking as though it was chiselled from the moonlight itself, his platinum hair falling in his storm cloud eyes. The sight of Draco drowned Harry’s breath in his very lungs.

‘And what exactly do you dream about?’ Draco asked, his voice velvety smooth. Every last trace of displeasure was gone from him then.

Harry found his own voice long enough to hiss four short words, ‘Let me show you.’

Draco moaned as Harry leaned forward to plunder his mouth. The sound was exquisite in the night and Harry revelled in the notion that he caused it, and more so in the knowledge that he was the only one privileged enough to hear it.

Draco’s hand slid beneath the old black t-shirt that he had on. It glided over the expanse of his torso, leaving him a little breathless as the paths they traced gave promises of pleasures to come. With every touch Draco awakened within him memories of past acts and Harry felt a little swept away by it all.

‘What is it you wanted to show me, Harry?’ Draco panted against his neck. The covers had slipped from their entangled form but neither noticed. ‘What is it you dream of?’

Draco’s words, the lust in them, the need in them, the trust in them, lit a fire in Harry. Something that was both soft and powerful all at once and in deep contrast to the hard and fiery flames that rushed molten in his veins to pool in his groin.

‘You and only you.’ Harry hissed. Shifting a little until he had Draco’s body pinned beneath his own. Draco tossed his head back with a wanton moan as Harry ground his erection into the hard bulge in Draco silk pyjama pants.

The both of them still fully clothed arched against each other in a perfectly synchronized pace that had them both panting heavily within moments.

Finally Harry pulled away, knowing that if he let it go on any longer that he wouldn’t be able to keep from coming. Draco didn’t protest at the loss but rather focussed his efforts on divesting them both of their clothes quite quickly.

Draco bent his knees and spread his legs, inviting Harry to him. Harry heard his heart thrumming in his ears as he crawled in between Draco’s spread legs. Even in the ethereal white of the moonlight Harry could see the flush of red that coloured Draco’s cheeks. Draco’s hard and arching cock jutted out from the wirey but equally platinum nest of curls that led in a slow trail from his navel to the base of his erection.

The deep guttural groan tore from his throat to see Draco so open and needing. When Harry quickly thrust two slick fingers into the blond without so much as warning, Draco bit his lip and arched into it. The third finger slid in without protest and Harry felt need clawing at his belly as he pulled his fingers from the clenching heat. He knew he was rushing, he knew that he should slow it down but Draco did nothing to discourage his impatience as he usually did. If anything the blond was absolutely consumed in passion.

Harry placed his right hand on the lower part of Draco’s left right and pressed his leg back to allow himself better access. With the tip of his cock at Draco’s entrance and his other hand holding Draco down firmly by the hip, Harry pressed forward.

With a deliberation that Harry felt he had no patience for he sheathed himself fully within Draco. The blond moaned and bucked his hips. Harry hissed as Draco clenched around him. He gazed down at Draco for a second and saw that his eyes were closed tight.

‘Dray?’ Harry murmured, rocking his hips in slow shallow movements to accommodate the bucking arch of Draco’s restless hips. ‘Are you alright?’

Harry watched the harsh rise and fall of Draco’s chest, the way the muscles on his abdomen clenched and unclenched with ever shallow thrust of his own hips, the way Draco slowly tossed his head from side to side as he rode out the movements. It was different. Usually Draco took it slow at first, always a little ginger about the whole act of taking it, but today the way he drove their connection nearly overwhelmed Harry, left him wanting to simply forget all niceties and pound Draco into the bed.

Storm grey eyes snapped open.

“I just need to feel you.’ Draco muttered, half under his breath. Harry barely caught it.

Draco’s chest heaved with the effort of breathing and the blond was covered in a soft sheen of sweat. A shiver seemed to run through him as his gaze caught in Harry’s emerald eyes and he reached up one hand to tangle his hand in Harry’s ebony locks.

‘I need to know that this isn’t just some dream.’ Draco murmured. Harry nodded in understanding, and began to move faster, going deeper with every thrust. Draco threw his head back and moaned, and the sound that filled Harry’s ears was almost enough to make him come.

Draco jerked Harry down for a kiss and Draco’s lips burned against his at they slid against each other, their tongues swiping and caressing each other. Draco’s body arched up to meet his every thrust in perfect rhythm and Harry abandoned th effort of trying to keep the blond pinned down. He instead let his left hand wander to Draco’s weeping erection.

Harry could practically see the breath leave Draco’s lungs as he thumbed the slit. The favour was returned as the clenching of Draco’s heat around his thrusting cock made him see white.

Draco’s body stiffened a little on the next thrust, freezing in a half arch, and his expression was one of utter pleasure. With the next shift of his hips Harry leaned down to place a rough bite on Draco’s collarbone, feeling with his body the way Draco responded to his cock pressing up against that sweet spot deep inside him.

Harry clenched his hand tighter as he stroked Draco’s cock and the next thrust in sent Draco careening over the edge. The sound of his own name in Draco’s hoarse tones, the clenching heat around him and the straining, arching body below him threw him over the edge too, and as Draco’s come washed hot and white over his hand he emptied his seed within Draco, letting, the blond’s clenching sheath milk every last drop from him before he pulled out to collapse on top of him.

Harry breathed in the musky scent of Draco’s sweat as he lay with his face against the crook of Draco’s neck, where his platinum hair was wet and plastered to his skin. Harry let his hand trail to the mark he knew he had left on Draco’s collarbone and it felt..almost...almost real.

“I guess it’s time to wake up love.” A voice murmured.

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Harry sat up panting. His body was covered in sweat but he felt more hot than cold. There was a half uncomfortable, half familiar wetness in his pants. Harry sat dazed for a second, still feeling overcome by recollections of a dream that felt too real to be just that, a dream.

Draco’s voice still rang distantly in his mind, and as he tried to hold on to the sound he thought that the voice sounded rather forlorn. Or perhaps, he thought, it was just his mind playing tricks on him, an in that instant he found that he could no longer grasp what Draco’s voice sounded like, nor how he smelled, not the feel of Draco’s hands on his body. The dream fled into nonexistence.

A sudden chill entered him and Harry threw himself back down on the bed, barely able to keep from trembling though he didn’t want to examine why. He pulled the discarded covers over himself and as spread himself out on the king size bed which was entirely his and his alone; a feeling of loneliness crept over him like a shroud.

It had been seven years since his scar had last pained him. But the slow constant ache in his chest would not abate.

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AN: I've been meaning to write this since I read DH last summer but I didn't get the chance until now. Originally it wasn't such a sad ending, but I'm not feeling particularly cheery today so this is how it turned out. I know I haven't written anything in forever but I've been rather busy. It is now past 6am and I need to be up in less than an hour so I shall go crash now.........

- Incessant_Darkness