Author's Note: Please note I have seriously rearranged the scenes starting from Chapter 4 in this story it just wasn't working the way I had it, I hope you'll forgive me.

'A dragon is a creature that lives in the fires of hell and does not weep when he himself is burned by those fires.' -unknown

Warnings: This story contains slash, meaning homosexual relationships if you have a problem with this, don't read it. Simple.

Each New Day

Part 1: Heat

David Moon wasn't the type of guy anyone noticed. Though his grades were good and he was fairly attractive, he had a quiet way about him that made him easily forgettable.

When his 17th birthday came around in June, just before his 7th year he didn't think much of it. Besides the fact that his parents were now acting weird around him. But then, his parents had always been of the strange sort.

It wasn't until a a couple days before term started that he began to feel... off. He was an absent minded person so he tended to get everything done last minute, proven by the fact that he hadn't bought his school supplies until that afternoon.

"Mum I'm not feeling well I think I'll head to bed early." David's mother looked up concerned. Setting the pot on the back-burner, she went over and felt his forehead.

"Your burning up! Go lay down, I'll bring you some thing to eat later if you feel up to it." David nodded and went to his room to try and sleep it off. He fell asleep almost immediately.

'Dream'

He was lying on the softest of fabrics. Just the feel of it against him made his skin tingle. He opened his eyes slowly to his surroundings. The bed he was lying on was a huge four poster. As he looked around he noticed it was still night time and that he was definitely not at home anymore. When he tried to sit up he felt light headed and disoriented as if he had been drinking.

He could see the moon outside the window, pale and thin. It made him shiver. Suddenly a piece of shadow moved and revealed itself to be a naked man. He gasped and tried to move away, and at the same time get a better look at the man. He couldn't see his face clearly, it was still hidden in the shadows. But the man's shoulder length, black hair still hung loosely brushing just barely against his shoulders.

He refused to look further down than the man's chest, feeling nervous enough as it was. He couldn't move away as the man climbed unto the bed and he closed his eyes.

As the cold hands touched him, he shivered but, sighed and leaned into the touch. He couldn't move around or do anything about it, so he might as well enjoy it... As skin touched skin David gasped softly and felt a stab of arousal as a set of teeth clamped down on his neck. He tilted his head to give him better access. A rewarding tongue traced his jugular and he moaned and opened his eyes.

He wanted to kiss him...

He turned his head and was ready to meet the tempting lips of... Snape!

'End Dream'

David woke up shaking, he'd never been so aroused, much less by a dream before. The fact the he'd just had a wet dream about his Potions professor didn't seem to bother him as much as he thought it would.

All his senses were going haywire, he could smell everything! His skin also, seemed hypersensitive and there was a pull... like he needed to be some where else. Like what he wanted wasn't here and if he followed his senses he'd get what he wanted, though he wasn't really sure what that was.

The next day his father pulled him aside and asked him if he was having odd dreams. David said 'no', honestly because having wet dreams wasn't odd necessarily, it was actually pretty normal.

The next few days passed almost normally, though his temperature was still above normal (6 degrees), His senses and skin still hypersensitive and his dreams were becoming increasingly graphic.

He didn't want to tell his parents he had a lust-crush on his Potions professor.

He found an empty compartment near the middle of the train. He warded it closed, so he had compartment to himself. His nerves were shot. All the smells on the train were giving him a headache, and the pull that he'd been feeling was getting steadily stronger now that the train was moving. He put on his school robes and settled into his seat.

The ride to Hogwarts was a long one. He didn't want to sleep for fear he might have that dream again. And his hands shook horribly. So badly that when he'd tried to pick up a book, that he'd dropped it.

He was starting to get scared, this couldn't be normal.

When he got off the train he noticed people were staring at him, it was mostly the girls but a few of the boys were sending him appreciative looks as well. Not used to all the sexual tension in the air, David flushed, and tried to find a carriage as quickly as possible.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he found one to himself. He was sweating, his short light-brown hair plastered to his head. Casting a cooling charm he ran a hand through it, sighing. He wasn't going to be able to live like this, If his body didn't go back to normal he'd have to see Madam Pomfrey.

But Merlin, he hated hospitals...

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