Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me. The characters and the world belong to a beautiful woman named J.K. Rowling.

This is rated M for a reason. You will find out quickly what those reasons are.

WARNING: Sex in this chapter. Sort of.

Draco's Dream

Harry caressed Draco's jaw, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I'll take care of you Dragon," he promised.

Draco curled his legs around Harry's hips, moaning as Harry hit his prostate.

"Please- Harry- Oh!"

Harry took Draco's lips in his own, sucking on his tongue as his thrust harder into that spot.

"Yes my love?"

"I- I'm going to-"

"Come for me Draco."

Draco Malfoy woke with two fingers in his entrance and Harry's name on his lips. He sighed wearily, used to these dreams by now, and removed the silencing charm from his bed.

"Scourgify," he whispered, vanishing the mess from his sheets.

He stripped from his sweaty pajamas before laying back down.

He'll never want you, he mind admonished, what's the point in dreaming?

Draco shut his eyes tightly against the oncoming tears.

Of course Harry would never want him. He was death eater scum. He was Malfoy Junior.

He curled his nose in disgust at what he had become.

How was he supposed to escape now? How could he find safety? Dumbledore was dead, and he would usually run to his godfather, but his godfather was the one to kill him!

Any doubts he had about his mentor's loyalties disappeared that night.

He buried himself in the covers.

Silk. They were silk, and thick, and probably cost enough to feed a country.

"I am revolting," he whispered to himself.

Would Harry help him? Somehow he doubted the Saviour would trust him. Would believe he really didn't want this.

But then, Harry always did have a big heart. It was one of the things Draco loved about him.

Maybe?

Draco nodded to himself.

This was his only shot. When school started again he would approach Harry, and beg for forgiveness. And safety.

He would ask the boy-who-lived for protection.

A flash of his dream flitted through his mind.

"I'll take care of you Dragon," the Harry in his mind whispered.

He held the image in his mind.

"Come for me Draco."

Those words held an entirely different meaning than they did minutes before.

Yes. Harry James Potter was his only shot.

Hopefully, he will trust me. I can't bare to see the disgust in his eyes.