Hey every one! It's me again! You're probably thinking What the heck Luna, you just uploaded a fic, like, two weeks ago. And I would say Well, I just got some inspiration for this one, and the end came to me very quickly. So here it is! And we're all happy and prancing through golden fields. XD but anyway, enough of my ramblings.

This is a songfic for Addicted by Saving Abel, which means that if you haven't heard the song, it wont make much sense. I mean, it WILL, cause this one has a bit of a progressive plot, but it'll give you the whole experience. :D So go YouTube it or something.

Series: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry/Draco (Draco is UKE)

Rating: M for later chapters

Please do not read this fanfiction if you do not approve of any of the previous elements, yada yada yada...ENJOY! (^-^)

Strong, calloused hands made their way slowly down my exposed flesh, nails digging into my skin, leaving red streaks in their wake. A soft tongue and full, slightly wind chapped lips sucking and licking at my most sensitive areas. I gasped. I threaded my fingers through an unruly head of black hair, causing its owner to look up at me with burning, emerald-green eyes. The hands continued to travel lower, lower, until they reached the place I wanted to be touched most. A moaned name escaped my lips, "Harry..."

I jolted awake, sweat cooling on my skin, making me shiver. Realizing that I was in my own bed, alone, I rubbed my face, sighing in frustration at my own subconscious. I could still feel the ghosts of the caresses I had been treated to in the dream on my body, and then noticed that a certain part of my body was very sensitive, and extremely hard. I sighed again, this time in disgust. Of all the things, of all the people to be having these dreams about, it just had to be Potter. The one person I hated the most in the world, or at least had hated most until the beginning of this school year. Upon returning to Hogwarts, seeing Potter hadn't elicited the same response as it had in previous years. I found myself unable to keep my eyes off him. He had matured over the summer, his hair darkening to a shiny ebony, the light in his eyes increasing tenfold. Well, when he wasn't looking at, talking to, or even being aware of me. His reaction to me was the same as always; contempt and avoidance.

I had to act as though something hadn't changed in me, and that I of course felt the same way about him, naturally.

However, this was much easier said than done.

Occasionally, I would slip. He would catch me starring at him, or I would fail to put the usual disdain in my voice when I spoke to him. Little things, but they were beginning to add up, what with Christmas approaching and it being half way through the year already. Potter wasn't a moron, no matter how many times I told him so. He would figure it out eventually.

The dreams had stared not two weeks into the school year. At first, they were relatively tame, with no indication that the person pleasuring me, playing with my body, was Potter. But, as the weeks turned to months, the dreams became more explicit and complex, fueled by my growing desire. Every time I woke up, I wanted him more.

As you can probably tell, by this point and time, the dreams, my desire, and having to see him every bloody day in his bloody perfection, which only succeeded in making me want, need, him more, are driving me half mad. I didn't know how much longer I could function this way.

I was becoming very aware of how hard I really was, and, reaching out of the curtains surrounding my four-poster bed, I grabbed my wand from the bedside table. I cast silencing charms on said curtains, and slid my hand into my pajama bottoms. Taking hold of my member, I began stroking myself, images from various dreams mixed with my own fantasies flashing behind my eyelids. I moaned –silencing charms were one of the best spells created –as I came, whispering the name I had in my dream.

While I laid there, breathing heavily for a few minutes, starring up at the canopy of my bed, I came to a decision. One way or another, I would have Harry Potter. I was going to make him want me as much as I wanted him. He wouldn't be able to survive without me. I was through with this being one-sided.

I cast a couple of cleaning charms and replaced my wand on the table. I closed my eyes and drifted back into unconsciousness, dreams of emerald eyes clouded with need invading my otherwise good night's sleep.

Author's Note: I'm aware that this chapter is EXTREMELY short. It's more of a prolouge than a chapter, but whatevz...:) There will be at least 4 chapters to this fic, each relating to a different verse of the song. I will be putting the part it's related to at the begining of each chapter. But pleases remember that I am not taking all the lyrics literally. Some parts will be a loose interpretation so it fits with the plot. :)