Beyond Beauty.

((This is just a pretty little story, I hope you all enjoy.))


Harry found himself strolling slowly through Hogwarts, passing windows filled with the cool brightness of winter, fat, fluffy snowflakes floating lazily down from the smooth, grey sky. He made his way to the Great Hall, the brightly colored decorations and lack of other students suggesting it was the Christmas Holiday. He slipped through the large doors and leaned his head back to gaze up at the flat, not-quite-white sky that hid the ceiling of the room. He smiled at the sight of the flakes that never quite reached him, padding across the floor to the center of the room, surprised to find a thick mattress covered in dark blue, velvet blankets there.

He glanced around slowly, then lowered himself to lay on his back, enjoying the disconnected feeling of being warm and comfortable and still able to watch the snow fall. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Hogwarts, the spicy smell of old parchment, lime scent of ancient stone and that delicious undercurrent of damp wool. However, as he turned his head into the wonderfully soft blankets another aroma rose to tease him with it's familiarity.

Limes, cedar and something musky and masculine that sent a warm trickle flowing through his veins. He pressed his face deeper into the blankets, feeling the scent intoxicate him, even as the soft blanket wrapped around his bare skin. Normally he would be embarrassed to realize he was naked in the middle of the Great Hall, but at the moment it seemed just right. He rolled over to snuggle deeper into the covers with a soft moan of pleasure, that elusive scent filling him up with a sensual heat.

"Harry." That familiar, cool, yet sexy, voice had an effect on him that was ten-times more pronounced than that of it's owner's scent and he moaned again, lifting his head to look up. Porcelain skin, platinum hair and silver eyes, lips the color of ripe strawberries, just as lush and tempting, peered down at him with a canted head. He was just as nude as Harry, and the sight of his delicate form so gloriously displayed sent a shiver racing down Harry's spine. "Draco."

His own voice was soft, breathless and sultry, his arms reaching for the slender blond, hungering for his touch, his lips, his body just as close as it could get. A smile curled the sweet mouth and Draco seemed to float down to him, body stretching full length over Harry's, skin to skin from chest to knee. Harry arched and wrapped his arms around his beautiful lover, tasting the ripe lips and finding their flavor far more addicting than sun-ripened berries. "I love you."

Harry woke with a jerk, eyes flying open and a groan locked behind his pursed lips as he felt his cock jerk and spend the last of his seed into his pajama pants. He shuddered and fell back, panting and trembling, the image of Malfoy nude still pulsing in his brain and making the tingling in his skin refuse to fade. He forced the dream from his mind, reaching for his glasses and slipping from his bed to tiptoe quietly into the bathroom. He stripped off his pajama bottoms while he waited for the bathtub to fill, stuffing them in the hamper, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

'That's the third time this week I've dreamed of Malfoy. And I've lost count how many times it's been since school started. What's wrong with me? And...why do they always end with me telling him that I love him?' He swallowed a whimper and slid into the hot water, closing his eyes as he submersed himself completely, remaining under until his lungs were burning for air. He popped back up and dropped his head back against the side of the bathtub, trying to recall the first time he'd dreamed of Draco that way.

'It was the second week of school, I think. That dream where I was following him around the school and he suddenly pounced out of an empty classroom and dragged me in with him.' Harry felt his face flush and his cock twitched, thoughts of past dreams dangerous even on the heels of such a satisfying orgasm. He pushed those memories away and nibbled his lips, letting the warm water relax him. 'But why? Of all the guys to start having wet dreams about, why Malfoy?'

He had been asking himself these questions ever since he'd realized that the dreams weren't just a fluke, and he was beginning to hate thinking about them. He knew that Draco was a very attractive guy, but they'd only ever fought and to suddenly be telling Draco he loved him almost every other night was totally bizarre. 'I wonder if it's a love potion or some sort of spell? Hermione would know, but how do you go telling one of your best friends that you're having wet dreams about one of your worst enemies?'

He groaned and climbed out of the tub, pulling the plug to let the water drain away before wrapping himself up in a towel. 'Maybe Snape? I wouldn't have to tell him who I'm dreaming about, and he's a lot less curious than 'Mione. Of course, the way my Occlumency is going, he'll probably find out anyway.' The thought of Snape seeing any of his very graphic, very humiliating dreams sent a shudder down his spine. 'Wish I had a pensieve."

He padded back into the dorm room quietly and checked his sheets for any stains before slipping into them without replacing his soiled pajamas, rather enjoying the silky sheets against his skin. 'I'll ask Snape tomorrow night before training.'

~~:~~

"Enter, Mr. Potter. I do hope you've been practicing, because I don't relish wasting my time on you." Harry stepped into the antechamber of Snape's suite and rolled his eyes, sighing at the predictable insult hurled his way. "Of course I've been practicing, sir. We are all aware how busy your Friday nights are, what with all the supermodels and whatnot." Snape sneered and pointed his wand, but was stayed when Harry threw up his hands. "Wait!"

The wand lowered and the Potions professor arched an imperious brow. "What is it, Mr. Potter?" Harry could feel heat climbing up his neck to stain his cheeks red and cleared his throat. "Well, I was just wondering if there's a way to tell if someone has been given a love potion or put under some sort of spell, sir." Snape blinked and canted his head, lips threatening to droop in an exasperated frown. "Why, Mr. Potter?" He went brighter red and turned his back on Snape, picking up a silver ball from a low table beside the door, rolling it between his hands. "Well, it just...lately I've been having this weird dreams and I wondered...you know, if it could be something like that?"

"How long have you been having these dreams and what do you mean by weird?" Snape's voice held a note of menace and Harry glanced back at him, clumsily trying to replace the silver ball and nearly letting it roll off the table in the process. "Sorry...There, it's okay. Well, see I've been having them almost since school started, and they're...uhm...personal." His face went scarlet, and he hoped that Snape wouldn't need further explanation, staring down at his hands in complete humiliation.

"So, you are having wet dreams? And it's always about just one person? Whom?" Harry's head jerked up, eyes widening as he stared at the Potions professor, sure that he was joking him. "I can't tell you that! Geeze, what does it matter anyway?" Snape sighed and folded his arms across his chest, glowering at Harry as if he were hopelessly stupid. "Because, Mr. Potter, it is possible these dreams are a result of the connection you share with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Any odd dreams or visions should have been reported to myself or Professor Dumbledore the moment they began."

Harry ducked his head and wrapped his arms around himself, squeezing tightly. "I seriously doubt Voldemort would be sending me wet dreams, Snape." Severus shook his head and before Harry realized what he was going to do, he felt the cold, eerie presence of Snape's conciousness in his mind. He struggled hard to block off all memories of his dreams about Draco, but it had been proven that he was no match for the older wizard. He prayed for the floor to open up and swallow him as dream after dream flashed through his mind, his cock twitching awake at the multiple images of a nude Draco.

"Draco Malfoy?" Snape's contemptuous voice cut across his memories and drew him back into the present, his hands curling into fists as he glared at the Potions professor. "Did you have to do that? Don't you realize how utterly humiliating it is to have some arsehole perusing your most intimate thoughts as if they were photos in an album?" Snape snorted and shook his head, stepping back slightly. "Ten points from Gryffindor for that insult. And I wouldn't worry about this being some sort of spell or potion, Mr. Potter. None that I've ever heard of have those results."

Harry winced, having been afraid he would say that, wishing it was something that could just be undone. He sighed and nodded, licking his lips. "Blast. Well, let's get on with it then." Snape shook his head and motioned to the door. "You are entirely too distracted to be any use tonight, and I can already tell you haven't practiced, so there's no point. We'll resume lessons next week, and I expect you to practice between now and then." Harry blinked and then darted out of the room before Snape could change his mind, tugging his cloak and map from his pocket.

~~:~~

He spotted Malfoy in the library and moved silently through the school under his cloak, barely managing to dart through the door into the library before it closed after a departing first year. He followed a maze of aisles to the far corner where Draco was lounging in a chair, staring off into space. Harry slid down to sit back against one of the bookcases and watched Draco, feeling his heart thumping wildly in his chest and his cock hardening just from the sight of the beautiful blond.

Draco shifted and Harry had to cover his mouth as he caught sight of a very noticable lump in the front of his trousers, a lump that Draco's right hand lowered to press against gently. The soft moan from the Slytherin sent a shudder along Harry's spine and he silently begged him to take it out, wanting to see if his dream image of Draco's cock was similar to reality. Draco cast a swift look around, then Harry had to shove his hand against his mouth to stifle a moan when the blond unzipped his pants and pulled the thick length free of its cloth prison.

His eyes felt glued to the pale pink cock with it's throbbing veins and velvety skin, the uncut foreskin pulled back slightly from the ruby crown that glistened softly in the dim lights. The urge to crawl over and kiss that rigid, gorgeous shaft almost propelled Harry forward, but he fought it back and watched in rapture as Draco's slim fingers gently drew back the foreskin to fully expose the slick head. Harry swallowed hard and moved his right hand slowly over to press his palm down against the raging erection straining against his own slacks, moving silently to free himself as he stared at Draco.

Long, nimble fingers curled around the proud length and Draco curled his thumb to rub the ball of it over his crown, growling low in his chest as he began to stroke, hips humping slightly up to fuck himself through his gripping hand. Harry bit his lower lip hard to hold back his own sounds of ecstasy as he began to fist his cock in time with the blond, trembling and breathing heavily under his cloak. "Fuck, yeah...Suck it. Mmm...Gods, Harry!" Draco's whispered, lustful words sent a shock through Harry's system and at the sound of his own name in that rasping voice he jerked hard and came all over his hand and the front of his shirt.

'Did I hear that right?' His mind was in a turmoil of bliss and hope as he continued to watch the object of his obsession closely, listening intently and silently begging for Draco to speak again. Unfortunately Draco had lost the ability to voice words, and he grunted softly as his hips bucked hard off the chair and thick, white ropes of cum sprayed up to spatter across his shirt. The sight forced Harry to swallow back another groan, and his mouth watered, wanting to leap up and suck all traces of Draco's orgasm from his clothing and skin.

The flushed blond fell back panting and lay still for a few moments, gently caressing his softening length before casting Scourgify to remove the evidence of his actions, then tucked himself away. He cast another glance around before rising and heading out of the library, his cheeks still pink and his steps slightly wobbly. Harry stayed still and silent for several long moments after he had left, then cleaned himself with the same spell, before leaving to head up to his dorm, needing to think over this new information.

~~:~~

"Concentrate, Mr. Potter!" Snape snarled after once more managing to pass right into Harry's mind and go rifling through his memories, which seemed to all consist of Draco lately. "I realize that your teenage hormones make it difficult for you to understand how anything could be more important than sex, but do you think you could lay off dreaming about Mr. Malfoy long enough to at least try and practice?" Harry flushed brightly and shook his head, glaring at the Potions professor. "I did practice!"

Granted, it had only been for about twenty minutes the night before, and he'd swiftly found his thoughts turning to the incident in the library, but it still counted...right? "I'm beginning to think you are hopless, Mr. Potter. Too concerned with your loins to care whether He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named can go wandering about the deviant pathways of your mind anytime he chooses." This earned him a glare and Harry stiffened his shoulders, wishing he could kill Snape with the sheer force of his will. "So far you are the only one perverted enough to bother looking at those dreams, Snape. Maybe you are the deviant one!"

"Get out. If you do not spend more time practicing, I will be forced to report my findings to Professor Dumbledore and see if he can get you to pay attention to something other than your prick." Harry's eyes widened at the blunt language, and the idea of Dumbledore hearing about his dreams, then bolted from the room, face burning in shame. He stumbled mindlessly through the school and suddenly found himself in the Astronomy Tower, staring blindly out over the grounds. "Potter? Where's your fan club?"

The soft, mocking voice sent a shiver crackling down Harry's spine and electric tingles covered his skin, but he repressed the urge to moan. "Malfoy, what do you want?" He was relieved to hear the proper amount of scorn in his voice, but kept his back to the blond, fearing that if he looked at him he would embarrass himself. "Same thing you want, Potter." Harry bit his lower lip, almost missing Draco's answer as he tried to will away the raging hard-on that had sprung to life the moment he'd heard his dream lover's voice. "Wait...Huh?" He jerked his head to peek at Draco through the corner of one eye, his bad vision thankfully turning the other boy into little more than a pale blob above a darker blob.

"I said...I want the same thing you want." The change in Draco's voice sent another ripple of lust through Harry and he had to bite his lower lip very hard to keep from whimpering. "What...What do you mean?" He ducked his head and blushed hard when he heard the breathless tone of his voice, knowing there wasn't a chance Malfoy had missed it. "Mmm...Do you realize how good you sound when you are turned on, Harry?" A clattering chaos of confusion rattled through Harry's head and he leaned against the wall to keep from melting to the floor. That delicious tone had deepened until Draco was practically purring and the sound of his name in that lucious voice made his cock twitch wildly.

"Dr-Draco..." He could hear the soft pleading in his voice, and was surprised by it, though somehow he wasn't ashamed of being so weak with Draco. "Oh, Gods...Harry, don't do that again or I'll cum in my bloody pants." This time Harry couldn't resist it and he moaned out loud, sliding to his knees and pressing his face to the wall, trembling hard. He arched and cried out softly when he felt the elegant hand touch his hair, fingers combing through it. "I said stop that." Draco growled softly as he pulled Harry's head back and bent to claim his lips in a searing kiss.

The gentle tug on his hair and then the utterly blissful feel of Draco's lips against his sent Harry spiraling into a stratosphere of arousal that he had never before attained. One arm reached up to curl around the blond's neck and his lips parted at the insistence of the warm, moist tongue. Suddenly his mouth was full of the unique taste of Draco, and he suckled at the wriggling tongue, moaning into his obsession's mouth as he rolled his tongue to brush his. It seemed that they remained locked like that for ages, tasting and nibbling, sucking at one another's lips, and tongue. Finally Draco drew back, burying his face in Harry's neck as they panted wildly and gripped each other tightly.

"Fuck, Harry...Ever since that time in the library, I can't get you out of my head." Harry twitched and leaned back, staring into silvery eyes with bright green one's almost occluded by desire-dilated pupils. "You...knew I was watching you?" Draco chuckled and nodded, feathering light kisses over Harry's face as he whispered. "I heard you almost the moment you showed up, and since you're the only student who can go invisible..." Harry's cheeks turned cherry red and he ducked his head, trembling slightly. "So...you knew I was there and...and did that anyway?"

A wicked smile curled Draco's lips and he flowed down gracefully to join Harry on the floor, tilting his head to flick his tongue against the brunette's ear. "I did it because you were there, and judging from the sounds you were making, you were enjoying watching me as much as I was enjoying you watching." The husky whisper against his ear, breath warm against his sensitive skin, drew another moan from his lips. "Draco..." The blond leaned back and then released Harry, grinning broadly. "Let's do it now, Harry. Right here, so we can watch each other."

Harry's cheeks flushed hotter, but the jerk of his cock against his zipper proved that his desire to watch Draco cum, and have those beautiful silver eyes watching him cum, outweighed his embarrassment. He nodded as he swallowed thickly, eyes dropping to watch elegant white hands as they unzipped Draco's pants and lifted out the throbbing cock. He almost forgot to breathe, riveted to the gorgeous sight of Draco raging hard and leaking precum. "Harry...I want to see you, too."

The gentle insistence in Draco's voice snapped Harry from his daze of lust and he hurriedly fumbled to free himself with trembling hands, breathing hard and then gasping when he finally managed to extract his painfully hard length from his pants. He heard a low growl of pleasure and looked over to Draco, shivering when he saw the blond's eyes were locked on his long, slender length, a few shades darker than the other boy's and lacking the foreskin. "Oh, Fuck...Harry, you're gorgeous." Harry studied Draco's face as he wrapped his hand around his burning hot cock and began to languidly stroke, thumb curled to tease around the leaking slit in the tip.

"You're beautiful, Draco. No....beyond beautiful. They haven't invented a word that can describe you, yet." Harry's voice was soft and breathy, eyes lowering to watch Draco pump his hand over his cock, licking his lips as the shaft swiftly grew slick with the sticky fluids oozing up from the tip. He timed his strokes to those of his obsession and moaned his name, hips jerking slightly to thrust his shaft through his fist, his own leaking precum smoothing the way. "Harry...Harry..." Draco purred his name, grunted it as he arched up, both of them lost within the heat of the moment, until they had risen and moved close enough that their pulsing crowns brushed.

"Fuck!" Draco cried out at the first feel of Harry's cock against his, and shifted his hips to make them rub across one another again. Harry exhaled in a rush, a violent tremor shaking him to his toes, and he moved his head closer, until he could feel the blond's rapid breaths against his lips. "Kiss me, Draco...Please!" He barely had time to get the words out before his mouth was firmly claimed and their tongues were wrestling once more, each of them shifting and stroking faster. Bumping and pressing, rubbing the heads of their cocks together as they soared toward their climaxes, cries and whimpers muffled within the hot, moist caverns of their joined mouths.

Suddenly Harry felt Draco twitching against him, and the blond's teeth sunk into his lower lip gently, then a molten stream of hot cum shot forth to coat his aching cock. The feel of Draco's cum on his skin sent Harry over the edge with a sob of pleasure and they were twitching and shuddering as one, spurting their seed on one another until they were both covered and collapsed onto their sides, panting and trembling. Harry released himself to lift his hand to his mouth, hungrily lapping up the warm, white cream on his fingers, starved for the taste of his lover. Draco watched with hooded eyes and moaned, sweet pain flashing through his cock as the action forced another twitch through it. "Oh, Gods...Harry you are so fucking hot."

Green eyes opened, drunk on the afterglow of their mutual orgasm, and he reached down to scoop more of Draco's cum from his skin and clothing, loathe to let even one drop of the faintly bitter, yet delicious, substance go to waste. He watched Draco's face clench with another jolt of pleasure as he silver eyes watched him, and he smiled a little, purposefully licking his lips with a wicked deliberation. "Mmm...You taste so good, Draco. Next time I want to suck you so you can cum directly into my mouth. I want to feel your cock twitching between my lips."

Draco's eyes widened and he flung himself onto the brunette, pinning him to the floor as he kissed him ravenously, hands clenching in the unruly dark strands of his hair. Harry arched up against Draco and returned the kiss, letting the sinful Slytherin taste himself on his lips and tongue, arms curling around him. He whimpered in disappointment when Draco broke the kiss, but a heavenly bolt of sunlight shot through his heart at the words he panted against his lips. "This is my mouth, Potter. My mouth, my cock, my body....You belong to me and I to you, understand? If I ever catch wind of you doing anything with anyone else, I'll kill you."

Harry laughed tenderly and sighed, turning his head to lick gently at Dracos' soft cheek, murmuring dreamily. "I love you too, Draco."

((Was supposed to be a one-shot. But, I need one more chapter to finish it properly.))