Title: The stuff that dreams are made of
Harry knew he was dreaming again.
And just like so many other nights full of so many other dreams, he
could not control the dream.
A small voice whispered to him to wake up and to end the dream, but
the urge to spy on Voldemort was too strong. His breathing became
heavier as he walked down a darkened hallway, towards a room with the
door half open. Hearing a voice
just around the corner, he walked closer.
The high pitched voice slipped around him almost caressing him.
"Harry, you've come. Come closer." The voice was coming from a chair
situated in front of a fire place, with it's back to Harry. He
couldn't see around the back of the chair to catch a view of who was
speaking, but he knew it was Voldemort. His breathing became heavier
as his heart
pounded faster, causing him to sweat with fear.
"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming." Harry muttered in his sleep. he tossed
and turned while the images remained. He was pulled by an invisible
force into the room. Harry could feel his feet drag on the ground as
he was drug closer to the chair. The hideous voice oiled it's way
around him until he was almost with in view of the occupant and owner
of the voice.
Harry's eyes snapped open.
He held his breath as he focused on the red velvet curtains
surrounding his bed, recognition slowly sliding over him. Only then,
did he allow himself to breath. He was still at Hogwarts, safe and
secure in his bed. Taking a deep breath, Harry sat up in bed, taking
in the familiar view of the dormitory room. He was safe... for now.
Quietly, he stood and crossed to the bathroom, intent on getting a
drink of water.
He took a moment to splash his face, allowing the fragments of the
dream to rinse down the drain with the water. Staring at himself in
the mirror, he scrubbed at his scar that was still aching slightly.
Taking a deep breath, he left the bathroom and climbed back into bed.
Laying his head on his pillow, Harry allowed his eyes to close,
willing the dream to vanish.
As his eyes rolled back into his head, images swam around him again. This
time they were pleasant. He was in his bed, but there was a body next
to him, caressing him, stroking
his chest. "This is better," Harry thought dreamily as he let himself
fall deeper and deeper into his dream. "Cho" he muttered as he drifted away.
Harry stretched lazily as the hand continued to stroke his chest,
gentle fingers dragging their way from shoulder to shoulder, lightly
caressing each nipple, sliding their way lower. Harry moaned slightly
as they brushed the top of his shorts. Feeling soft lips touch his
own, he realized that his eyes were closed. Slowly, in that dreamy
way, he opened his eyes.
For a moment he was confused. He expected to
see dark hair and soft, lovely mocha brown skin, but instead all he
saw was platinum blond.
His confusion gave way as the kisser gently
slid a wet tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry opened obligingly,
tasting the caress, feeling the wetness of a tongue other than his
own. He let his eyes flutter shut again. The weight of the other body
was moving onto his own. His
heart sped up as those hands began to roam again. He lifted his own
hands and gently stroked the back of the person on top of him,
shivering slightly at the touch of warm, silky skin.
He continued to lick and tease the other mouth, tasting the tongue,
lips and finally
sliding down to nibble on the chin. He opened his mouth and drug his
bottom teeth across the stubble growing there...
STUBBLE?
Harry reeled for a moment, frozen in his dream. He began to wake up,
but an almost physical force snapped him back into his dream as if
someone had grabbed him and slammed him down. Harry struggled for a
moment until
the soft, gentle, wetness of a tongue sliding it's way up to his
earlobe made him not care who he was snogging. It was a dream after
all. he relaxed as the damp mouth nibbled on his ear, whispering to
him. "I've wanted you for so long, Harry"
Harry realized that his hand was still on the smooth back of his
dream lover. As he gently began stroking the soft back, reaching down to
caress the firm ass below, he realized the person was naked. He
cracked open his eyes again, to look at the person, but all he could
see was alabaster skin, a smooth gracefully curving back, connected
to a beautiful ass, and soft, short platinum blonde hair. His mind
began to put the pieces of whom he was with, together, when the person
gently slid down Harry's body and began to remove his shorts with his
teeth.
Harry's mind began to stutter as his shorts slid further down,
freeing his throbbing erection. Harry gave up trying to make out the
face as a wet mouth enveloped his throbbing cock. Harry had never
felt anything so amazing in his life, even stroking himself and
fantasizing that it was Cho licking him, it never felt like this.
Harry groaned as a
wet tongue slid up and down his shaft making him want to explode.
Harry reached down and grabbed a hand full of blonde hair, feeling
it's softness through his fingers. He had never had this in real
life. In real life, he'd only kissed before, but here, he was getting
a full blow job from...
The head picked up, flashing sensual grey eyes, perfect white skin
and mussed up blonde hair...
Malfoy!
Harry almost screamed, but Malfoy put a finger to his mouth in a shushing
motion, then bent his head down to continue licking Harry's cock.
Suddenly, Harry couldn't think of anyone he wanted more in the world.
He was getting one from Malfoy, and he loved it. He let his hand fall
back on Malfoy's head, letting his fingers drag through the soft
hair. He softly muttered "Draco" as Malfoy sucked harder.
Harry threw his head back as he felt the explosion coming closer and
closer. He began
to move his hips to the motion as Malfoy slid his mouth up and down
Harry's cock rhythmically. Harry shouted as he came in Malfoy's
mouth, shooting stream after stream of hot come straight down
Malfoy's throat. He could feel Draco swallow reflexively, which made
him begin throbbing again.
Harry let his head fall back as he gasped for breath before he pulled
Malfoy up. He roughly
began kissing him, licking his mouth, tasting his own
come, wanting to do the same thing to Malfoy. He rolled him over in
the bed, and began kissing his chest, down to his stomach, following
the trail of soft hair.
Below, Harry reached up with one hand and did
something he never thought he would do, let alone enjoy. He grabbed a
hold of someone else's cock and began to lick.
Something in him told him this was right, and he loved it. Harry
couldn't get enough of it,
he licked and teased and nibbled every inch of Draco's throbbing
member until Malfoy was moaning louder than Harry had been. Opening
his mouth, Harry let Malfoy slide down his throat. He slid in and out
and in and out until Malfoy was groaning, grabbing Harry's hair and
pushing him further.
Harry paused with Draco's cock deep in his
throat, and swallowed slightly, causing Malfoy to almost scream.
Harry could feel the pulsing of his member as he came. Harry pulled
back enough, so he could lick the end of his cock and taste the last
bit of Draco's sweet come.
Harry moved up to Draco's side and draped
himself across him, letting himself drift off to a dreamless sleep.
Harry awoke with a start. He looked around frantically, then
realized that he was in his own bed and it was all a dream. Slowly,
he became aware of a stickiness inside his shorts. "Oh Blimey" Harry
thought to himself.
He sat up, and reached across to his trunk,
pulling out a clean pair of shorts. He quickly switched them,
stuffing his soiled ones under his covers.
He climbed out of bed, and remembering the sex from the dream, Harry
smiled. "Much better than dreaming about Voldemort" Then, as the
dream came back into full focus, Harry almost sat on the floor as
he grabbed for the edge of his bed to sit on. Unexpectedly,
Harry began to get erect remembering the sensual grey eyes and
alabaster skin. He closed his eyes as he remembered the texture of
the silken blonde hair, and the feeling of Malfoy's cock in his
mouth. His breathing became shallower as his member began to pulsate.
Harry's eyes snapped open as he realized that he was fantasizing about Malfoy.
"UGH!!" Harry muttered to himself as he stood, willing his erection
to go down, but it wouldn't right away. Luckily there was no one else
in the room at the time. For some reason, Harry could not stop
thinking of Malfoy as he
showered and dressed.
He met Ron and Hermione and they all walked down
to the great hall together for breakfast. Just outside the doors, The
three of them ran into
Malfoy and his cronies. Seeing Malfoy, made Harry blush, as his dream
came screaming back to him yet again.
"Hello, Potter" Malfoy said maliciously "I've heard you've been
seeing 'You Know Who' everywhere" Crabbe and Goyle laughed
hysterically as Malfoy pantomimed fear "Oh! No! he's coming to get
me!"
All good feelings from the dream evaporated in that instant. "Who did
you hear that from?" Harry said evenly to Malfoy, careful to not let
his anger show.
"It's obvious, with that pathetic frightened look you constantly have
on your face, Potter." Malfoy sneered.
"Shut your mouth Malfoy, or I'll shut it for you." Hermione threatened.
Malfoy took a step back, obviously remembering the broken nose that
she gave him three years earlier. He sneered at Harry, and said "Have any good
dreams last night?" He let his eyes drop ever-so-slightly to Harry's
crotch, then back up to his face.
Harry's mind jumped. His voice
caught in his throat as realization hit him. He felt the blush
creeping up past his collar, taking a moment for his mind to catch up
with his mouth.
"As a matter of fact... it didn't have anything to do with Voldemort.
I rather enjoyed it. And you?" he said with a smile.
His smile grew as Malfoy blanched an even chalkier white than his
usual translucent.
"My god, it worked." Malfoy muttered under his breath as Harry,
Hermione and Ron all walked away leaving Malfoy with his cronies.
"What was that all about?" Hermione said huffily. "You
HAVE been practicing your occulamency, haven't you?"
"I was able to block the dream last night... With some help." Harry
smiled evilly.
Hermione looked at Harry, then back to Malfoy, then back to Harry, as
she stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw dropping open. Harry
continued walking as Hermione suddenly remembered where she was. She
ran to catch Harry up, squealing questions after him. Ron was already
eating, apparently oblivious to it all.
tbc...
Part Two
And just like so many other nights full of so many other dreams, he
could not control the dream.
A small voice whispered to him to wake up and to end the dream, but
the urge to spy on Voldemort was too strong. His breathing became
heavier as he walked down a darkened hallway, towards a room with the
door half open. Hearing a voice
just around the corner, he walked closer.
The high pitched voice slipped around him almost caressing him.
"Harry, you've come. Come closer." The voice was coming from a chair
situated in front of a fire place, with it's back to Harry. He
couldn't see around the back of the chair to catch a view of who was
speaking, but he knew it was Voldemort. His breathing became heavier
as his heart
pounded faster, causing him to sweat with fear.
"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming." Harry muttered in his sleep. he tossed
and turned while the images remained. He was pulled by an invisible
force into the room. Harry could feel his feet drag on the ground as
he was drug closer to the chair. The hideous voice oiled it's way
around him until he was almost with in view of the occupant and owner
of the voice.
Harry's eyes snapped open.
He held his breath as he focused on the red velvet curtains
surrounding his bed, recognition slowly sliding over him. Only then,
did he allow himself to breath. He was still at Hogwarts, safe and
secure in his bed. Taking a deep breath, Harry sat up in bed, taking
in the familiar view of the dormitory room. He was safe... for now.
Quietly, he stood and crossed to the bathroom, intent on getting a
drink of water.
He took a moment to splash his face, allowing the fragments of the
dream to rinse down the drain with the water. Staring at himself in
the mirror, he scrubbed at his scar that was still aching slightly.
Taking a deep breath, he left the bathroom and climbed back into bed.
Laying his head on his pillow, Harry allowed his eyes to close,
willing the dream to vanish.
As his eyes rolled back into his head, images swam around him again. This
time they were pleasant. He was in his bed, but there was a body next
to him, caressing him, stroking
his chest. "This is better," Harry thought dreamily as he let himself
fall deeper and deeper into his dream. "Cho" he muttered as he drifted away.
Harry stretched lazily as the hand continued to stroke his chest,
gentle fingers dragging their way from shoulder to shoulder, lightly
caressing each nipple, sliding their way lower. Harry moaned slightly
as they brushed the top of his shorts. Feeling soft lips touch his
own, he realized that his eyes were closed. Slowly, in that dreamy
way, he opened his eyes.
For a moment he was confused. He expected to
see dark hair and soft, lovely mocha brown skin, but instead all he
saw was platinum blond.
His confusion gave way as the kisser gently
slid a wet tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry opened obligingly,
tasting the caress, feeling the wetness of a tongue other than his
own. He let his eyes flutter shut again. The weight of the other body
was moving onto his own. His
heart sped up as those hands began to roam again. He lifted his own
hands and gently stroked the back of the person on top of him,
shivering slightly at the touch of warm, silky skin.
He continued to lick and tease the other mouth, tasting the tongue,
lips and finally
sliding down to nibble on the chin. He opened his mouth and drug his
bottom teeth across the stubble growing there...
STUBBLE?
Harry reeled for a moment, frozen in his dream. He began to wake up,
but an almost physical force snapped him back into his dream as if
someone had grabbed him and slammed him down. Harry struggled for a
moment until
the soft, gentle, wetness of a tongue sliding it's way up to his
earlobe made him not care who he was snogging. It was a dream after
all. he relaxed as the damp mouth nibbled on his ear, whispering to
him. "I've wanted you for so long, Harry"
Harry realized that his hand was still on the smooth back of his
dream lover. As he gently began stroking the soft back, reaching down to
caress the firm ass below, he realized the person was naked. He
cracked open his eyes again, to look at the person, but all he could
see was alabaster skin, a smooth gracefully curving back, connected
to a beautiful ass, and soft, short platinum blonde hair. His mind
began to put the pieces of whom he was with, together, when the person
gently slid down Harry's body and began to remove his shorts with his
teeth.
Harry's mind began to stutter as his shorts slid further down,
freeing his throbbing erection. Harry gave up trying to make out the
face as a wet mouth enveloped his throbbing cock. Harry had never
felt anything so amazing in his life, even stroking himself and
fantasizing that it was Cho licking him, it never felt like this.
Harry groaned as a
wet tongue slid up and down his shaft making him want to explode.
Harry reached down and grabbed a hand full of blonde hair, feeling
it's softness through his fingers. He had never had this in real
life. In real life, he'd only kissed before, but here, he was getting
a full blow job from...
The head picked up, flashing sensual grey eyes, perfect white skin
and mussed up blonde hair...
Malfoy!
Harry almost screamed, but Malfoy put a finger to his mouth in a shushing
motion, then bent his head down to continue licking Harry's cock.
Suddenly, Harry couldn't think of anyone he wanted more in the world.
He was getting one from Malfoy, and he loved it. He let his hand fall
back on Malfoy's head, letting his fingers drag through the soft
hair. He softly muttered "Draco" as Malfoy sucked harder.
Harry threw his head back as he felt the explosion coming closer and
closer. He began
to move his hips to the motion as Malfoy slid his mouth up and down
Harry's cock rhythmically. Harry shouted as he came in Malfoy's
mouth, shooting stream after stream of hot come straight down
Malfoy's throat. He could feel Draco swallow reflexively, which made
him begin throbbing again.
Harry let his head fall back as he gasped for breath before he pulled
Malfoy up. He roughly
began kissing him, licking his mouth, tasting his own
come, wanting to do the same thing to Malfoy. He rolled him over in
the bed, and began kissing his chest, down to his stomach, following
the trail of soft hair.
Below, Harry reached up with one hand and did
something he never thought he would do, let alone enjoy. He grabbed a
hold of someone else's cock and began to lick.
Something in him told him this was right, and he loved it. Harry
couldn't get enough of it,
he licked and teased and nibbled every inch of Draco's throbbing
member until Malfoy was moaning louder than Harry had been. Opening
his mouth, Harry let Malfoy slide down his throat. He slid in and out
and in and out until Malfoy was groaning, grabbing Harry's hair and
pushing him further.
Harry paused with Draco's cock deep in his
throat, and swallowed slightly, causing Malfoy to almost scream.
Harry could feel the pulsing of his member as he came. Harry pulled
back enough, so he could lick the end of his cock and taste the last
bit of Draco's sweet come.
Harry moved up to Draco's side and draped
himself across him, letting himself drift off to a dreamless sleep.
Harry awoke with a start. He looked around frantically, then
realized that he was in his own bed and it was all a dream. Slowly,
he became aware of a stickiness inside his shorts. "Oh Blimey" Harry
thought to himself.
He sat up, and reached across to his trunk,
pulling out a clean pair of shorts. He quickly switched them,
stuffing his soiled ones under his covers.
He climbed out of bed, and remembering the sex from the dream, Harry
smiled. "Much better than dreaming about Voldemort" Then, as the
dream came back into full focus, Harry almost sat on the floor as
he grabbed for the edge of his bed to sit on. Unexpectedly,
Harry began to get erect remembering the sensual grey eyes and
alabaster skin. He closed his eyes as he remembered the texture of
the silken blonde hair, and the feeling of Malfoy's cock in his
mouth. His breathing became shallower as his member began to pulsate.
Harry's eyes snapped open as he realized that he was fantasizing about Malfoy.
"UGH!!" Harry muttered to himself as he stood, willing his erection
to go down, but it wouldn't right away. Luckily there was no one else
in the room at the time. For some reason, Harry could not stop
thinking of Malfoy as he
showered and dressed.
He met Ron and Hermione and they all walked down
to the great hall together for breakfast. Just outside the doors, The
three of them ran into
Malfoy and his cronies. Seeing Malfoy, made Harry blush, as his dream
came screaming back to him yet again.
"Hello, Potter" Malfoy said maliciously "I've heard you've been
seeing 'You Know Who' everywhere" Crabbe and Goyle laughed
hysterically as Malfoy pantomimed fear "Oh! No! he's coming to get
me!"
All good feelings from the dream evaporated in that instant. "Who did
you hear that from?" Harry said evenly to Malfoy, careful to not let
his anger show.
"It's obvious, with that pathetic frightened look you constantly have
on your face, Potter." Malfoy sneered.
"Shut your mouth Malfoy, or I'll shut it for you." Hermione threatened.
Malfoy took a step back, obviously remembering the broken nose that
she gave him three years earlier. He sneered at Harry, and said "Have any good
dreams last night?" He let his eyes drop ever-so-slightly to Harry's
crotch, then back up to his face.
Harry's mind jumped. His voice
caught in his throat as realization hit him. He felt the blush
creeping up past his collar, taking a moment for his mind to catch up
with his mouth.
"As a matter of fact... it didn't have anything to do with Voldemort.
I rather enjoyed it. And you?" he said with a smile.
His smile grew as Malfoy blanched an even chalkier white than his
usual translucent.
"My god, it worked." Malfoy muttered under his breath as Harry,
Hermione and Ron all walked away leaving Malfoy with his cronies.
"What was that all about?" Hermione said huffily. "You
HAVE been practicing your occulamency, haven't you?"
"I was able to block the dream last night... With some help." Harry
smiled evilly.
Hermione looked at Harry, then back to Malfoy, then back to Harry, as
she stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw dropping open. Harry
continued walking as Hermione suddenly remembered where she was. She
ran to catch Harry up, squealing questions after him. Ron was already
eating, apparently oblivious to it all.
tbc...
Part Two