Harry/Draco - Nightmares and Daydreams (3/3)a
Title: Nightmares and daydreams
Author: Bloodstrom
Length: ~15,000 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentions of torture, guy on guy action, if you needed warning about that
Summary: Harry and Draco find themselves growing closer when Draco starts helping Harry with his nightmares
Authors note: This was written for the Draco tops Harry fest, for a prompt that can be found here. It's also my first time writing slash, and my first time writing anything this long. Thank you to wendypops and snowcrystal86 for betaing this. It wouldn't be half the story it is now if you hadn't helped me out!
Waking up to find Draco next to him was one of the most perfect moments of Harry’s life. Draco was cuddled up to his side, his arm thrown over Harry’s stomach, one leg hooked over his knees. Harry wished that he could fall back asleep, but a quick Tempus spell told him that breakfast was in an hour, so there wasn’t much point.
Instead, he took the moment to enjoy the view he was being treated to. Since his first stirrings of attraction to Draco, Harry had been compiling a list of his favourite parts of the boy. Last night had re-arranged the list slightly, putting Draco’s tongue in the top spot, closely followed by his lips and very clever fingers. The rest of the list had stayed the same though.
As girly as it was, Draco’s eyes were first. They were so much more expressive than Harry would have imagined, and the way that they would betray Draco’s true emotions was breathtaking. There were times that Draco would be joking around with Goyle, and though he laughed, his eyes were sad. When Harry made Draco laugh, he could tell that Draco was happy by looking in his eyes.
The next thing he liked about Draco was his arse, which he felt more than made up for the girlyiness of his first pick. The discovery of a weak non-verbal Wingardium Leviosa was a major find for Harry, and he had used it to knock quills off of Draco’s desk in class, just so he could watch him bend over.
At the moment, the arse in question was covered with a sheet, draped so as to perfectly frame one buttock, but hide the other. With a small thrill, Harry realized that if he so desired, he could reach down right now and grab Draco’s butt, but refrained from doing so only because he didn’t want Draco to wake up quite yet.
The third item on Harry’s list was Draco’s chest. Over the past month, he had had a great deal of time to admire it, and after the initial queasiness he felt at seeing the scar he had put there, Harry came to accept it as part of who Draco was. It wasn’t as ugly as Harry’s scars, rather, it was delicate, a white line running smoothly from one shoulder to the opposite hip, neatly bisecting Draco’s chest.
Draco chose that moment to flop over onto his back, and Harry took the opportunity to lightly graze his fingertips over the scar, branching out on small forays to Draco’s stomach, neck, and then to stop just short of one of Draco’s nipples. He was struck with the realization that he had no clue if it would feel good for Draco to have his nipples touched. Come to think of it, Harry didn’t know if he would enjoy it either.
Shrugging, Harry tweaked one of his own nipples with his free hand, and had to stifle a gasp as he found that yes, he did enjoy having his nipples played with. Not only that, but his morning wood, which had in no way flagged during his perusal of Draco’s body, was now immensely interested in the body beside him.
Harry abandoned his original plan of waking Draco up slowly and instead rolled over onto him and started to snog him with an intensity that Harry was sure would have rendered him speechless had Draco been talking. Harry felt the moment that Draco woke up, when he stiffened and made a strangled sort of grunting sound. Harry pulled away to say “Good morning,” and then went straight back for more.
For his part, Draco figured that there were many worse ways to wake up, and threw himself into the kiss wholeheartedly, reaching down to grab Harry’s arse so that he could grind the two of them together.
Harry let out a small squeak, and then rose to his knees as he scrambled for something under his pillow. Draco in turn decided to focus his attention on Harry’s neck. Finally finding what he was looking for, Harry whispered a Silencing Charm that trailed off into a string of moans and curses as Draco’s tongue worked downwards to find his nipple. Draco slowly rasped his tongue across it, before flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue, and Harry sat down hard. Right over Draco’s cock.
Now the two of them were moaning. Harry started rocking his hips, relishing the feel of Draco’s hard prick rubbing against his balls, and Draco was still doing wicked things to his nipples with his tongue. Harry leaned down so that he could get more friction on his own cock, and captured Draco’s mouth in the process.
“We should finish up; Ron’s probably going to come by to wake me up soon,” Harry panted over Draco’s mouth, right before flicking his tongue out to lick across his lips.
“Then don’t mention Weasley again. That’s not a picture I want in my head while you’re on top of me.”
Harry grinned, and nudged Draco’s legs apart so he could lie between them. “Should I talk about something else then? I hear there’s a movement going around school to have someone go and check if the Giant Squid is a boy or a girl.”
“Harry, I swear if you don’t stop talking then I’m taking away your sex privileges for the next month.”
“But we haven’t had sex yet,” Harry said cheekily, though the effect was rather lost as Draco’s hands had found their way back to Harry’s arse.
“We will though, and later rather than sooner if you don’t. Shut. Up.” Draco punctuated with a jerk of his hips, and he could see Harry’s pupils dilate before he collapsed heavily into Draco.
“You like the thought of that, hmm?” Draco asked, receiving only an affirmative groan. “You like the thought of being on your back, legs wrapped around me as I push into you.” Harry gasped and jerked, his breath coming shorter, and Draco sped up his thrusting, wishing that they could take their pants off. He was just about to suggest it as the curtains flew open and a very unwelcome Ron appeared.
The three of them froze for a moment, and Harry was very glad that they were lying down. There was no way that Ron would miss the fact that he and Draco were both achingly hard if they had been sitting up. They were, however, in a rather compromising position and it would probably be better for all involved if they moved.
Coward, Harry thought, groaning slightly as he hid his face in Draco’s neck. He wished Ron would go away, but he didn’t think his best friend would take Harry dismissal all that well. Then again, that’s what Draco was for.
“Weasley, I’m trying to be nice to you for Harry’s sake, but would you kindly bugger off so that we can finish?” Ron’s jaw closed with an audible clack, and surprisingly, he left. Harry was certain that he actually did what Draco told him because he was extremely embarrassed. Ron’s reactions to any mention of sex were legendary around Hogwarts.
“Now, where were we?” Draco asked, beginning to snake his hand down Harry’s pants. Harry shook his head as Draco reached his recently flagged erection. Thankfully, Draco only shrugged. “I’m lucky that the sight of Weasley didn’t scar me for life,” he offered by way of explanation.
Harry rolled off to Draco’s side, letting out a forlorn sigh for Ron’s bad timing. “You know that he’s going to want an explanation, right?” spoke Harry after a moment of silence.
“Harry, I’m not explaining the birds and the bees to Weasley.”
“Not that, you git. He’s going to want an explanation for why we were doing that together in the first place.”
“Because it feels good.” Harry groaned.
“I can’t even tell if you’re teasing me or being deliberately dumb.” Harry paused, but was rather disappointed when Draco raised an eyebrow and refused to speak. “Fine! Draco, are we a couple?”
Draco looked a bit shell-shocked by the question, and Harry realized that maybe Draco hadn’t been playing dumb, but instead was actually oblivious to what Harry was trying to get at. Draco was quiet for a second, thinking over his answer, and when his eyes locked on Harry’s, they were full of worry.
“I wouldn’t mind,” He admitted in a small voice, almost like admitting he liked Harry was a sign of weakness. A year ago, it would have been, Harry realized, and a smile broke out on his face as he also realized that it must have taken a lot out of Draco to tell him that.
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind either,” Harry said through a face-splitting grin, and he pulled Draco into their first kiss as a couple. And Harry could have sworn it was their best kiss yet.
* * *
They took their time getting ready for breakfast, waiting until the dorm had cleared out before they left the relative safety of Harry’s bed. Harry ended up sitting on his bed in just his pants, distracted by watching Draco get dressed. Halfway through doing up his buttons, Draco called him on it, and with a blush Harry frantically started shoving on his own clothes. The end result was that his shirt had a few buttons in the wrong holes, and one of his trouser legs had been tucked into his sock.
Draco ended up having to set him to rights, and Harry couldn’t bring himself to be all that put out about it. Having Draco slowly undo each button and plant a kiss on the skin underneath more than made up for being late for breakfast.
“You know that Ron is going to tell Hermione,” Harry said on the way to the Great Hall. “He’s at least going to tell her that we were in bed together.”
Draco looked sideways at Harry. “Is this your way of asking if we can come out to your friends?”
“It’s not so much asking as telling you. Hermione can nearly smell lies, and it would be better to just tell her.”
Draco let out a dramatic sigh. “Is there nothing for it?” Harry shook his head. “Oh well then, may as well get it over with.” Draco grabbed Harry’s hand, and Harry realized they were already at the Great Hall. He was dragged rather gracelessly to the Gryffindor table, sat down across from Hermione, and then engaged in a rather enthusiastic snog.
When Draco finally relinquished his lips, Harry had to catch his breath before he looked over to see his best friend staring at them. Her eyes were wide, and she looked slightly gobsmacked, which was a rather foreign expression on Hermione. Ron was determinedly glaring in the opposite direction, his face as red as ever.
“So… when did this happen?” Hermione asked when she had somewhat recovered. Draco cut in before Harry could say anything.
“Well, we’ve been sleeping together for over a month now, but we only kissed last night.”
Harry dropped his head into his hands as Ron let out a strangled choking sound. “You’ve been sleeping together?”
“Not like that!” Harry hastened to tell them before Draco could get a chance. For his part, Draco looked like he was rather enjoying Harry’s tribulations, and they were definitely going to have a talk about that later. “Draco’s been helping me with my nightmares. He woke me up a couple of nights in a row, and after that it just seemed easier for him to stay in my bed.”
“Harry, if you needed someone to wake you up, I would have!” Ron had gone from being scandalized to indignant in one second flat. “I thought your dreams were getting better.”
“Ron, you know that if you woke me up it wouldn’t help.” Draco’s hand had found its way into his own, and Harry gave it a small squeeze. It helped with the slightly betrayed look that Ron was giving him.
“Of course I would have helped! Did you think I would just leave you to scream?” Ron had started flailing his arms around, and Hermione had to duck quickly to avoid being hit in the nose.
“I don’t think that Ron. But I do know that you would have wanted me to talk about it, and you would have wanted me to take potions or do a spell on me or something. Draco didn’t ask any questions, and he didn’t even know what I was screaming about. Mainly though, he reminds me that I’m not dreaming.”
Ron let out a frustrated sigh. “So you’re with him because he keeps the dreams away?” Ron sounded like he was grasping at straws, and that was the only reason that Harry didn’t yell at him.
“No, I’m with him because I like him.” Harry spoke slowly, like he was trying to teach a flobberworm to roll over. “I thought you would have figured that out by now.”
Draco, who had been uncharacteristically quiet through the whole exchange finally spoke up. “You don’t have to be nice to me Weasley. I don’t need your approval. As long as you don’t hex me in the hallways, I can manage.” Harry shot Ron a pleading look.
“So you’re saying that you’re going to stay with Harry, but I can still hate you?” This statement was followed up with the resounding crack of a book connecting with the back of Ron’s skull.
“Be reasonable, Ronald,” Hermione chided, speaking up for the first time since Ron had jumped into battle. “Draco has done much more to Harry than he has to you, and if he can forgive him, then you should too. I mean really, tell me one thing Draco’s done to you that would justify you holding this grudge?” Ron looked rather stricken, his objections dying in his mouth as he tried to find irrefutable evidence against Harry’s almost lover.
“He’s insulted my family loads of times!” He finally said with the air of someone giving an answer on a game show.
“Ron, you’ve insulted his family just as much.”
“But his father-” Ron broke off as Harry shot him a glare. “I know, I know, Malfoy’s not his father.” He glumly went back to eating, proving that nothing could put Ron off his food.
“He’ll come around, don’t worry,” she threw in Draco’s direction.
“Of course he will. No one can stand my charms for long.” Draco struck up a heroic pose before he deflated. “Oh Merlin, the world must be ending. I’m trying to befriend a Weasley.”
Harry patted his arm. “But you’re doing it for me,” he said, and shot Draco a bright smile. Draco’s heart melted in that moment and he could do little more than nod, which earned him a sweet kiss.
Author: Bloodstrom
Length: ~15,000 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mentions of torture, guy on guy action, if you needed warning about that
Summary: Harry and Draco find themselves growing closer when Draco starts helping Harry with his nightmares
Authors note: This was written for the Draco tops Harry fest, for a prompt that can be found here. It's also my first time writing slash, and my first time writing anything this long. Thank you to wendypops and snowcrystal86 for betaing this. It wouldn't be half the story it is now if you hadn't helped me out!
Waking up to find Draco next to him was one of the most perfect moments of Harry’s life. Draco was cuddled up to his side, his arm thrown over Harry’s stomach, one leg hooked over his knees. Harry wished that he could fall back asleep, but a quick Tempus spell told him that breakfast was in an hour, so there wasn’t much point.
Instead, he took the moment to enjoy the view he was being treated to. Since his first stirrings of attraction to Draco, Harry had been compiling a list of his favourite parts of the boy. Last night had re-arranged the list slightly, putting Draco’s tongue in the top spot, closely followed by his lips and very clever fingers. The rest of the list had stayed the same though.
As girly as it was, Draco’s eyes were first. They were so much more expressive than Harry would have imagined, and the way that they would betray Draco’s true emotions was breathtaking. There were times that Draco would be joking around with Goyle, and though he laughed, his eyes were sad. When Harry made Draco laugh, he could tell that Draco was happy by looking in his eyes.
The next thing he liked about Draco was his arse, which he felt more than made up for the girlyiness of his first pick. The discovery of a weak non-verbal Wingardium Leviosa was a major find for Harry, and he had used it to knock quills off of Draco’s desk in class, just so he could watch him bend over.
At the moment, the arse in question was covered with a sheet, draped so as to perfectly frame one buttock, but hide the other. With a small thrill, Harry realized that if he so desired, he could reach down right now and grab Draco’s butt, but refrained from doing so only because he didn’t want Draco to wake up quite yet.
The third item on Harry’s list was Draco’s chest. Over the past month, he had had a great deal of time to admire it, and after the initial queasiness he felt at seeing the scar he had put there, Harry came to accept it as part of who Draco was. It wasn’t as ugly as Harry’s scars, rather, it was delicate, a white line running smoothly from one shoulder to the opposite hip, neatly bisecting Draco’s chest.
Draco chose that moment to flop over onto his back, and Harry took the opportunity to lightly graze his fingertips over the scar, branching out on small forays to Draco’s stomach, neck, and then to stop just short of one of Draco’s nipples. He was struck with the realization that he had no clue if it would feel good for Draco to have his nipples touched. Come to think of it, Harry didn’t know if he would enjoy it either.
Shrugging, Harry tweaked one of his own nipples with his free hand, and had to stifle a gasp as he found that yes, he did enjoy having his nipples played with. Not only that, but his morning wood, which had in no way flagged during his perusal of Draco’s body, was now immensely interested in the body beside him.
Harry abandoned his original plan of waking Draco up slowly and instead rolled over onto him and started to snog him with an intensity that Harry was sure would have rendered him speechless had Draco been talking. Harry felt the moment that Draco woke up, when he stiffened and made a strangled sort of grunting sound. Harry pulled away to say “Good morning,” and then went straight back for more.
For his part, Draco figured that there were many worse ways to wake up, and threw himself into the kiss wholeheartedly, reaching down to grab Harry’s arse so that he could grind the two of them together.
Harry let out a small squeak, and then rose to his knees as he scrambled for something under his pillow. Draco in turn decided to focus his attention on Harry’s neck. Finally finding what he was looking for, Harry whispered a Silencing Charm that trailed off into a string of moans and curses as Draco’s tongue worked downwards to find his nipple. Draco slowly rasped his tongue across it, before flicking the bud with the tip of his tongue, and Harry sat down hard. Right over Draco’s cock.
Now the two of them were moaning. Harry started rocking his hips, relishing the feel of Draco’s hard prick rubbing against his balls, and Draco was still doing wicked things to his nipples with his tongue. Harry leaned down so that he could get more friction on his own cock, and captured Draco’s mouth in the process.
“We should finish up; Ron’s probably going to come by to wake me up soon,” Harry panted over Draco’s mouth, right before flicking his tongue out to lick across his lips.
“Then don’t mention Weasley again. That’s not a picture I want in my head while you’re on top of me.”
Harry grinned, and nudged Draco’s legs apart so he could lie between them. “Should I talk about something else then? I hear there’s a movement going around school to have someone go and check if the Giant Squid is a boy or a girl.”
“Harry, I swear if you don’t stop talking then I’m taking away your sex privileges for the next month.”
“But we haven’t had sex yet,” Harry said cheekily, though the effect was rather lost as Draco’s hands had found their way back to Harry’s arse.
“We will though, and later rather than sooner if you don’t. Shut. Up.” Draco punctuated with a jerk of his hips, and he could see Harry’s pupils dilate before he collapsed heavily into Draco.
“You like the thought of that, hmm?” Draco asked, receiving only an affirmative groan. “You like the thought of being on your back, legs wrapped around me as I push into you.” Harry gasped and jerked, his breath coming shorter, and Draco sped up his thrusting, wishing that they could take their pants off. He was just about to suggest it as the curtains flew open and a very unwelcome Ron appeared.
The three of them froze for a moment, and Harry was very glad that they were lying down. There was no way that Ron would miss the fact that he and Draco were both achingly hard if they had been sitting up. They were, however, in a rather compromising position and it would probably be better for all involved if they moved.
Coward, Harry thought, groaning slightly as he hid his face in Draco’s neck. He wished Ron would go away, but he didn’t think his best friend would take Harry dismissal all that well. Then again, that’s what Draco was for.
“Weasley, I’m trying to be nice to you for Harry’s sake, but would you kindly bugger off so that we can finish?” Ron’s jaw closed with an audible clack, and surprisingly, he left. Harry was certain that he actually did what Draco told him because he was extremely embarrassed. Ron’s reactions to any mention of sex were legendary around Hogwarts.
“Now, where were we?” Draco asked, beginning to snake his hand down Harry’s pants. Harry shook his head as Draco reached his recently flagged erection. Thankfully, Draco only shrugged. “I’m lucky that the sight of Weasley didn’t scar me for life,” he offered by way of explanation.
Harry rolled off to Draco’s side, letting out a forlorn sigh for Ron’s bad timing. “You know that he’s going to want an explanation, right?” spoke Harry after a moment of silence.
“Harry, I’m not explaining the birds and the bees to Weasley.”
“Not that, you git. He’s going to want an explanation for why we were doing that together in the first place.”
“Because it feels good.” Harry groaned.
“I can’t even tell if you’re teasing me or being deliberately dumb.” Harry paused, but was rather disappointed when Draco raised an eyebrow and refused to speak. “Fine! Draco, are we a couple?”
Draco looked a bit shell-shocked by the question, and Harry realized that maybe Draco hadn’t been playing dumb, but instead was actually oblivious to what Harry was trying to get at. Draco was quiet for a second, thinking over his answer, and when his eyes locked on Harry’s, they were full of worry.
“I wouldn’t mind,” He admitted in a small voice, almost like admitting he liked Harry was a sign of weakness. A year ago, it would have been, Harry realized, and a smile broke out on his face as he also realized that it must have taken a lot out of Draco to tell him that.
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind either,” Harry said through a face-splitting grin, and he pulled Draco into their first kiss as a couple. And Harry could have sworn it was their best kiss yet.
* * *
They took their time getting ready for breakfast, waiting until the dorm had cleared out before they left the relative safety of Harry’s bed. Harry ended up sitting on his bed in just his pants, distracted by watching Draco get dressed. Halfway through doing up his buttons, Draco called him on it, and with a blush Harry frantically started shoving on his own clothes. The end result was that his shirt had a few buttons in the wrong holes, and one of his trouser legs had been tucked into his sock.
Draco ended up having to set him to rights, and Harry couldn’t bring himself to be all that put out about it. Having Draco slowly undo each button and plant a kiss on the skin underneath more than made up for being late for breakfast.
“You know that Ron is going to tell Hermione,” Harry said on the way to the Great Hall. “He’s at least going to tell her that we were in bed together.”
Draco looked sideways at Harry. “Is this your way of asking if we can come out to your friends?”
“It’s not so much asking as telling you. Hermione can nearly smell lies, and it would be better to just tell her.”
Draco let out a dramatic sigh. “Is there nothing for it?” Harry shook his head. “Oh well then, may as well get it over with.” Draco grabbed Harry’s hand, and Harry realized they were already at the Great Hall. He was dragged rather gracelessly to the Gryffindor table, sat down across from Hermione, and then engaged in a rather enthusiastic snog.
When Draco finally relinquished his lips, Harry had to catch his breath before he looked over to see his best friend staring at them. Her eyes were wide, and she looked slightly gobsmacked, which was a rather foreign expression on Hermione. Ron was determinedly glaring in the opposite direction, his face as red as ever.
“So… when did this happen?” Hermione asked when she had somewhat recovered. Draco cut in before Harry could say anything.
“Well, we’ve been sleeping together for over a month now, but we only kissed last night.”
Harry dropped his head into his hands as Ron let out a strangled choking sound. “You’ve been sleeping together?”
“Not like that!” Harry hastened to tell them before Draco could get a chance. For his part, Draco looked like he was rather enjoying Harry’s tribulations, and they were definitely going to have a talk about that later. “Draco’s been helping me with my nightmares. He woke me up a couple of nights in a row, and after that it just seemed easier for him to stay in my bed.”
“Harry, if you needed someone to wake you up, I would have!” Ron had gone from being scandalized to indignant in one second flat. “I thought your dreams were getting better.”
“Ron, you know that if you woke me up it wouldn’t help.” Draco’s hand had found its way into his own, and Harry gave it a small squeeze. It helped with the slightly betrayed look that Ron was giving him.
“Of course I would have helped! Did you think I would just leave you to scream?” Ron had started flailing his arms around, and Hermione had to duck quickly to avoid being hit in the nose.
“I don’t think that Ron. But I do know that you would have wanted me to talk about it, and you would have wanted me to take potions or do a spell on me or something. Draco didn’t ask any questions, and he didn’t even know what I was screaming about. Mainly though, he reminds me that I’m not dreaming.”
Ron let out a frustrated sigh. “So you’re with him because he keeps the dreams away?” Ron sounded like he was grasping at straws, and that was the only reason that Harry didn’t yell at him.
“No, I’m with him because I like him.” Harry spoke slowly, like he was trying to teach a flobberworm to roll over. “I thought you would have figured that out by now.”
Draco, who had been uncharacteristically quiet through the whole exchange finally spoke up. “You don’t have to be nice to me Weasley. I don’t need your approval. As long as you don’t hex me in the hallways, I can manage.” Harry shot Ron a pleading look.
“So you’re saying that you’re going to stay with Harry, but I can still hate you?” This statement was followed up with the resounding crack of a book connecting with the back of Ron’s skull.
“Be reasonable, Ronald,” Hermione chided, speaking up for the first time since Ron had jumped into battle. “Draco has done much more to Harry than he has to you, and if he can forgive him, then you should too. I mean really, tell me one thing Draco’s done to you that would justify you holding this grudge?” Ron looked rather stricken, his objections dying in his mouth as he tried to find irrefutable evidence against Harry’s almost lover.
“He’s insulted my family loads of times!” He finally said with the air of someone giving an answer on a game show.
“Ron, you’ve insulted his family just as much.”
“But his father-” Ron broke off as Harry shot him a glare. “I know, I know, Malfoy’s not his father.” He glumly went back to eating, proving that nothing could put Ron off his food.
“He’ll come around, don’t worry,” she threw in Draco’s direction.
“Of course he will. No one can stand my charms for long.” Draco struck up a heroic pose before he deflated. “Oh Merlin, the world must be ending. I’m trying to befriend a Weasley.”
Harry patted his arm. “But you’re doing it for me,” he said, and shot Draco a bright smile. Draco’s heart melted in that moment and he could do little more than nod, which earned him a sweet kiss.