Drarry – dreaming of you

Slash warning!

Harry Potter woke up abruptly, drenched in sweat. He had twisted himself into his blankets, and it took him several minutes to untangle himself. His throat was parched. He helped himself to a glass of water, the coolness clearing his mind. Why had he woken up? What had he been dreaming of? He strained to remember. He then regretted it.

Harry was sat at the edge of the lake, in the company of Draco Malfoy. Wait, what? Why was he with Draco Malfoy? Malfoy was saying something. "I'm really glad you agreed to meet me, Harry. There's something I've wanted to do for a while now, but I've never really known how to… Harry-" Hang on a minute, why was Malfoy calling him by his first name? "-I like you. As in, like you as more than a friend, which I know we never were." Malfoy suddenly leaned in close to Harry. Harry had the sudden urge to lean in closer, and before either of them knew what was happening, they kissed.

That was when Harry had woken up. He had been dreaming about Malfoy again. He'd been doing it non-stop in the past few weeks. But why? He most definitely was not attracted to the slimy git, that much he knew. But he couldn't deny that Malfoy wasn't good-looking… And those eyes, those captivating eyes… And his lips, like delicate rosebuds that Harry wanted so much to kiss…

Harry shook himself, desperate to get his thoughts together. He couldn't like Malfoy. Malfoy was a boy, for one, and Harry liked girls. Didn't he? Ginny was very pretty, everyone said so and he agreed, but to Harry, she was more like a little sister, than a possible girlfriend. And other girls in the school. He noticed them, sure, but he didn't feel attracted to any of them. But Malfoy… he had always thought that there had been something between them, masked by the hatred, waiting to be revealed. Please tell me this isn't it, begged Harry.

"Hermione I need to talk to you. Alone." Harry knew he could trust Hermione. He would have told Ron as well, but he thought Ron would have been less pleased with his discovery. Hermione looked at him quizzically, saw that he was serious, and rose from her seat in front of the fireplace. Ron looked at the pair of them, a troubled look on his face, which disappeared when Hermione kissed him gently. "I'll be back soon," she addressed Ron. "But while I'm gone, you should at least try and do some of your own work for McGonagall."

"Malfoy I need to talk to you. Please." Harry had decided to talk to Malfoy, as Hermione had suggested, and had cornered the other boy at the end of a Potions lesson. He knew that no one would burst in on them, because it was lunchtime after Potions on a Friday, and everyone would be in the Hall.

"What do you want, Potter?" Malfoy snapped, his voice full of venom.

"Look, I'm sorry that we ended up as rivals. I want to stop fighting with you. Please."

"Is that it?" the blonde drawled, looking thoroughly uninterested.

"And also… I'm not gay, I swear. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but it's-"

"Stop babbling and spit it out already!"

"I can't stop dreaming about you. I've tried everything, but I can't control it."

"Oh." Malfoy lost his smirk.

"I don't know why, but in each one, we seem to…"

"To what?" Worry flew across the blonde's face.

"To… kiss."

"Oh." Malfoy moved closer to Harry. "Was it good?" his smirk returned.

"I dunno, I guess. I always seem to wake a few seconds into it."

"Typical you, Potter. Ruin all the fun when it's barely even started."

"Wait, what?" The blonde was uncomfortably close to Harry now.

"I'm just saying. Theoretically, I think kissing you would be… fun." Was the blonde just teasing, or was he serious? Harry thought.

"Seriously?"

"Theoretically, of course. I'm not gay, Potter. Not for anyone," Malfoy paused. "Except… maybe for you." Malfoy was circling Potter now, positioning himself behind the spectacled boy. What is he doing? Harry worried, feeling tense. Malfoy continued. "I've liked you for a while now, Potter. I've often wondered what your lips would taste like, how your skin would feel against mine. You have very nice eyes, by the way." Harry was confused. Draco Malfoy liked him? And as more than friends?

"Potter, I think I love you." Said Malfoy softly, peppering little kisses on the exposed flesh of Harry's neck. Harry heard a near inaudible moan escape him and closed his eyes, arching his neck back for more. Control yourself, idiot. But at Draco's touch, he couldn't help but relax from his tense state.

"I love you, Potter. And I know you feel for me somehow too, you've proved it. I know you want me really, Potter, and there's no point in denying it." He swirled Harry around to face him, their eyes meeting.

"Beg."

"Excuse me, Potter?"

"Beg me for my affection."

"No. No way."

"So you don't love me enough to beg them?"

"No, I do love you. I just don't except to have to grovel for your affection."

Harry smiled. "Good. I wasn't expecting you to grovel. Now," he stroked Malfoy's luscious, platinum blonde hair. "Kiss me."

"Not if you're only going to hold it for a few seconds."

"Shut up, Malfoy." And Harry grabbed the front of the grey-eyed boy's robes and pulled him into a deep kiss.

The kiss was better than either of them had expected, flooding both boys with a warmth they hadn't experienced ever before. Their hands explored each other's bodies, fingers entangling themselves into locks of hair, slipping under robes and running themselves up and down on the bare flesh, forming goosebumps wherever they passed.

Harry felt Draco's hand make their way further and further down to his waist, but Harry pushed them away.

"Not today. This is all too new for me. I just want to enjoy this moment as it is, clean, and not nude."

"Boring" Draco grinned, before biting Harry's lip teasingly. "Fine. Now can we return to that amazing kiss we were both enjoying?" And Harry was pushed gently against the wall, and kissed again, by soft lips that tasted so nicely of green apples.

Eventually, when neither boys had any breath left, they broke apart, still closely entwined. "You realise how weird this would look if someone walked in on us?" Harry laughed.

"I couldn't care, less Potter. I'm with you, and I'm happy, so screw what people think."

Harry laughed. "And I'm happy with you."

They kissed for a while longer, tongues exploring each other's mouths, both boys enjoying the taste and feel of each other.

"We have to go before a bunch of first years end up seeing something."

"Aaw, Potter, ruin all the fun. I was enjoying that," Draco grinned, making Harry's body tingle.

Then the two pulled apart unwillingly, and left for their next lesson, both knowing that this was going to be a thoroughly interesting year at Hogwarts for both of them.

The end?