Not mine... We all know this... But I shall warn you that this is a Gay sex story... get out if you don't like it lol . anyways... actually the sexual stuff will at this point only be about every other chapter... but I hope I don't dissapoint... this is as far as I've EVER gotten in a Harry potter Bassed Fanic... and I hope to finish it... wish me luck.

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Harry was dreaming. He was back at Hogwarts, walking through the forbidden forest. It was so real, he could feel every twig that snapped under his bare feet, every blade of grass bended by his toes. Yet he was blind. He couldn't see any of the startlingly emerald plants , bathed in silver moonlight, that were surrounding him, he couldn't see the white bark of the Aspen, or brown of the pines, But he could feel their smoothness as he passed, and the roughness of the bark. He was led through the forest, with never a misstep to foul him.

Led by a whispering voice that sounded like an angel.

He wasn't scared, neither of the blindness, nor the whispers that tempted him into an unknown fate, because he had had this dream many times before.

He felt himself getting closer to the voice, could feel it in the trembling of anticipation that shook his very bones. Sure enough, moment's later he felt the feather soft caress of slim fingers, trailing up his bare torso and curling possessively around his neck.

"There you are, My love," A smooth as quicksilver voice whispered in his ears, sending warmth dancing across his skin in a delightfully ticklish way. Then lips softer than rose petals were pressed to his. The moan that the phantom creature let out, was nearly drowned in Harry's own. The kiss was broken so that their cheeks could press and rub together, even though the cheek was deceptively soft, it was still strong, and angular as a male's.

The first time Harry had had this dream, the realization that the voice that stirred his lust, the fingers that stroked along his flesh, and the lips that knew how to torture him until he was mad, belonged to a fellow male, Scared him into almost waking up. But something lulled him back to sleep, luring him back into the fantasy. It sent his mind racing in to terribly jumbled nonsense.

~It's just a dream…. No one else ever has to know, it's mine, I don't have to share it if I don't want to….~

So then, just as now, He let those masculine hands roam over his naked flesh, every part of his being. He inhaled the pleasure of his kisses, arms wrapping around his phantom. Some could consider it Rape, not even knowing who the other was, you couldn't properly consent to this sort of sensual assault. But Harry didn't care, what this phantom did to him, was far more beautiful than any other felling he ever had. His body rocked and arched into every touch. Every particle of his being begging for more.

His Fingers slid through hair softer than silk, his other hand gripped a hip that was firm, and made for holding, his mouth pressed and sucked against the other, as if drawing ambrosia and life giving nectar from every crevice and recess of the Phantom's mouth. The phantom ran his hands down to where their unclothed erections strained together, holding them as one and sliding ever so slowly up and down.

Harry whimpered, screaming in his head for more, but he never said a word, any more of those would break this spell, and that was to be avoided at all costs.

He thrust into the hand, moaning when that caused friction not only against those long and able fingers, but against the other hot and velvety erection. The Phantom gave an answering moan, and copied his movement, both thrusting until it became clear they needed more.

Harry didn't know how it happened, the phantom never whispered a spell, or removed his hands from Harry's body, but when one of them slipped between Harry's legs, and rubbed at his entrance, it was slick and coated with lube of some sort. It smelled earthy and a bit like jasmine, and rain. Harry gasped, his toes curling in the grass, as one finger slipped inside him, the pleasure of it all was almost to much to bare. His body was begging for more as he thrust back on the finger, grinding until another was added and they brushed against something that was wonderful. A third followed suit, and soon he was writhing in the ecstasy of those fingers brutally teasing his nerves.

Then Harry didn't care anymore, He knew the male was bigger than most could boast, bigger than Harry even, because Harry needed him inside him, He needed the feel of that hardness stroking him right were he needed it the most, more than air. Because he refused to climax before he felt the other moving inside him. Harry moved his hand of the Phantom's hip, to push the other hand out of him. The hand in the soft hair also shifted, until it wrapped around the male's neck and gripped his shoulder roughly. He had to force his Hand off the other's to grab a tree branch above him, just to give him enough leverage. Then, Muscles straining as he lowered himself, Legs flexing around his lover, He slid onto the other's turgid flesh.

"Harry" the other's voice moaned, hands flying to his hips and lower back to balance them. Their cries of pleasure matched as Harry lifted up again, and the other's sex brushed against that little bundle of nerves that almost made him swoon from to much sensation. He was filled to the max capacity by his lover, and there was no way he'd rather be at the moment. As his arm lifted him up, and crashed him back down, the Phantom's body surged upwards to pound into him. The sound of skin and murmurs of delight were all that was to be heard, echoing seductively though the still forest.

They moved as if they had one brain, dancing the to the oldest rhythm of time as the neared a singular goal. Their pant's, and the phantom's murmurs, the only lyrics to this song. Then the music was exploding, their souls shattering with the sound of it, Harry let go of the branch to cling more firmly to his lover , feeling as if his essence had left his body and was traveling through space and time.

"My love…" The Phantom's voice called after him.

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Harry woke up slowly in his bed, that voice still a ringing echo in his ear, He knew it was dreadfully familiar, but it was almost as If his brain dared not place it. Muggle cars honked and roared out side his flat's window, and he almost growled when he found himself awake.

His sheets were covered in sweat and other things, balled around his bare skin, He was flat and satisfied at the moment, but had the strangest feeling that he wasn't two seconds ago, He also felt dreadfully empty. This was always how he felt after that dream, sated and satisfied, and even more surprisingly, more tired than he should. He shook the feeling off and got up to go take a shower, He had to get to the Auror office in an hour anyways.

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Miles away in a bigger house, with a quieter yard, Another male woke up in a lounging chair, with a sated smirk of his own. His hands had been resting behind his head while he dosed. As His eyes refocused on his surroundings he moved his hands and sat up. with a tumbler of scotch now resting in his pale and fine boned hand he swirled the amber liquid, before bringing it slowly to his lips.

Draco Malfoy paused before taking a sip. 'My love,' he whispered with a fierce longing. 'My love'…