"All day(night) I dream about sex"
Draco slept in his room, seeming peacefully upon silken sheets. The bed wasn't as sumptous as the Manor, but he had made arrangements here in this room to be suited to his tastes.
He turned to his side, and dreamed.
Another Potions lessons, only he and Wednesday didn't seem that focused on the cauldron. Interestly enough, their surroundings were that of the Potions classroom in Hogwarts. But he was too interested in her at the moment to care. Shared expressions, looks of lingering and longing. Now there was contact, lips pressed to each other. His hand reached up to touch locks of ebony...only now they were red.
He jerked away, and it was now Ginny there. He went to turn her into a weasel. Appropiate for a Weasley. But she just giggled, and her face shifted like Polyjuice Potion wearing off, and the red hair sprung out from her head into brown curls. Now it was that Mudblood Hermione smiling back, and reaching toward to him to kiss. He shoved her away, and her face shifted again.
Wednesday again, and this time, he smiled, and reached for her. But then features melted and reformed, courser now. More masculine....what the Merlin? Red hair again.... Another Weasley? This time her brother Ron was OMIGOD batting his eyes at him, and smirking like Draco himself usually did. He got his wand out, and hexed him.
Back to Wednesday, only the hexing did something with some of her clothes. Well, all right then. That's better. More reaching, more snogging, more stripping. Sinking to the cold stone floor. Breasts pressed against bare chest, he needed more. Close points of contact everywhere now. But something seemed wrong again. Other chest was now too flat, and wait a minute, no girl has THAT down there.
He went to back up and see. Dark hair, but shorter and messier...Green eyes sparkling with amusement. Seemed something rather Puckish about them even...
And his voice....not him....Merlin, please no, NOT HIM!
Harry just smirked back wordlessly, and reached for him again.
But by this time, Draco was screaming loudly and shrilly.
It took him a few moments to realize he was in his room at Milliways. By himself, and panting, and shivering with night terror sweats.
After (cold?) showering, redressed in clean pajamas, and some mental exercises to calm down, he later fell asleep. This time, his dreams were formless and forgettable.
He turned to his side, and dreamed.
Another Potions lessons, only he and Wednesday didn't seem that focused on the cauldron. Interestly enough, their surroundings were that of the Potions classroom in Hogwarts. But he was too interested in her at the moment to care. Shared expressions, looks of lingering and longing. Now there was contact, lips pressed to each other. His hand reached up to touch locks of ebony...only now they were red.
He jerked away, and it was now Ginny there. He went to turn her into a weasel. Appropiate for a Weasley. But she just giggled, and her face shifted like Polyjuice Potion wearing off, and the red hair sprung out from her head into brown curls. Now it was that Mudblood Hermione smiling back, and reaching toward to him to kiss. He shoved her away, and her face shifted again.
Wednesday again, and this time, he smiled, and reached for her. But then features melted and reformed, courser now. More masculine....what the Merlin? Red hair again.... Another Weasley? This time her brother Ron was OMIGOD batting his eyes at him, and smirking like Draco himself usually did. He got his wand out, and hexed him.
Back to Wednesday, only the hexing did something with some of her clothes. Well, all right then. That's better. More reaching, more snogging, more stripping. Sinking to the cold stone floor. Breasts pressed against bare chest, he needed more. Close points of contact everywhere now. But something seemed wrong again. Other chest was now too flat, and wait a minute, no girl has THAT down there.
He went to back up and see. Dark hair, but shorter and messier...Green eyes sparkling with amusement. Seemed something rather Puckish about them even...
And his voice....not him....Merlin, please no, NOT HIM!
Harry just smirked back wordlessly, and reached for him again.
But by this time, Draco was screaming loudly and shrilly.
It took him a few moments to realize he was in his room at Milliways. By himself, and panting, and shivering with night terror sweats.
After (cold?) showering, redressed in clean pajamas, and some mental exercises to calm down, he later fell asleep. This time, his dreams were formless and forgettable.