Warning : slash. as in boy on boy. don't like don't read.

Okay, so the bolded words are in parlsetoungue (if anyone can figure out how to spell that, please let me know). Hope you like it! Constructive criticism appreciated. Enjoy!

Harry panted as Draco's lips left his to travel down his neck. Draco smiled against his skin as his mouth went lower to graze Harry's nipples. Harry arched into the touch and weaved his hands it's Draco's fine hair.

Harry hissed in satisfaction as Draco's hand wrapped around his cock.

"Do you like that," Draco asked, his voice light and teasing.

"Yes! Draco," Harry replied, slipping into parsletoungue without thought.

Hearing that, Draco groaned. "You're so sexy when you're hissing my name, Harry. So sexy. Say it again."

"Draco! Yes, just like that! Draco!"

"Harry."

"Harry! Wake up!"

Harry gasped and sat up suddenly. He squinted and tried to focus on Ron's blurry face.

"Ron? Wha-"

"You were dreaming, mate. Was it about Voldemort? You were thrashing around and everything. Are you all right? You were hissing stuff too."

"I'm fine, Harry panted back as he turned away from Ron.

"Are you sure? It seemed pretty bad.""

"Fine," Harry mumbled as he yanked the covers over his head. "Go back to bed."

Ron mumbled something that sounded like an apology and Harry's curtains closed again. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to let out any tears. Why was it that only the bad dreams came true?