Summery: Harry is plagued by dreams every night. But they are not the ones that repel him from his bed.

Couplings: HP/DM

Disclaimer: I sadly own nothing except the storyline.

Chapter 1

Harry sat upon his bed reading the book Hermione had lent him. It wasn't the normal swotty books she read but this time a muggle novel. A crime novel. Harry had been enthralled for hours. He hadn't noticed Seamus and Neville come in to ask about dinner, or Ron knock vociferously on his Prefect Bedroom door to let him in. He hadn't read many books like it before. Dudley had a few but non that had interested him before. After 3 straight hours of reading, he marked his chapter and placed down the book. His eyes had grown heavy and his body ached for rest. Who was he to deny such a satisfaction? And it was late after all. 9pm. Everyone would soon be asleep. He wriggled out of his robes and into boxers ready for sleep. Nestling under the covers, he let sleep take over him, his body letting go completely.

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"Potter!" Harry woke with a start. He looked around the room with half open eyes, letting them adjust to the light and wake properly. The owner of the silken command stood at the foot of his bed. Harry's eyes wondered over the individual. Smooth and toned body, his chest exposed. Green silk pyjama bottoms hung low on the strangers slender hips. Harry's mouth became instantly dry, as did his lips. Running his tongue along them softly as his eyes met the others. Icy blue. It was dark in his room, very little light exposed, but he could still see those eyes. Mesmerising and wintry. They burnt into his own vibrant green orbs making him quiver.

"Awake at last Potter. I have been waiting for hours for you to wake from that gentle lie down you had" The stranger chuckled. It was a familiar resonance. A sound Harry couldn't quite register. That was until the stranger stepped out of shadows and into the little light that bounced around the room. Harry let out a small breath as Draco Malfoy emerged. Never had Harry seen the other in this way. So bare, so... sexy. Harry gulped and averted his eyes, knowing he had a tendency to stare. It only made Malfoy chuckle.

"Why are you here Malfoy? You know its past curfew." Harry watched the other as his eyes began to roam over Harry's exposed chest. His cheeks turned a slight crimson and he pulled the red covers higher over his body. "And how did you get in here anyway!"

Malfoy moved closer to the bed. To Harry's surprise the blonde climbed onto his bed, towering over the raven haired boy. Domineering, that was what Malfoy seemed right now. A trademark smirk graced his lips as he looked at the tremulous beneath him.

"Has anyone ever told you Potter that you ask too many questions?" Before Harry could answer, Malfoy had claimed his lips.

To Harry's surprise he kissed back, letting Malfoy take him over. The kiss was dominant from Malfoy and submissive from Harry. Draco tugged at the others bottom lip, his blue eyes sparkling with lust and desire. It shocked Harry, but not to the point where he wanted to push him off, but to the point where he wanted the two beasts in his eyes to take over, to have him. The others lips left Harry's lips and travelled down to his neck, suckling and lapping at the salty skin. Harry's neck had always been his most sensitive part of his body, and feeling those faultless lips against the skin made him whimper.

He could feel Malfoy's smirk against his neck and hearing Harry moan, the other lifted his lips from the sensitive neck.

"Until you sleep again My Lion" And with that Malfoy leapt off the bed and exited the room. Harry sighed in defeat as his eyes closed again.

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Harry woke with a start. His breathing was sharp and his chest rose and fell rapidly. He mopped his brow; it had a thin layer of sweat, as did his chest. And his covers... tented could be the only way to describe them. He licked his dry lips. He could still taste Draco. But it was a dream. A dream that had seemed so real. He could still feel every soft bit on his neck, the feel of naked chest on chest. Harry collapsed back onto his bed. Looking down at the raised covers he sighed. Never had he dreamt of Malfoy in that way. Never had he noticed those hypnotic eyes, that toned chest...

"Shut up Harry" he muttered to himself as he slid his hand down his chest and under the covers, taking his hard member in his hand beginning to stroke. He closed his eyes. Harry tried to think of Cho, Ginny, hell even Hermione or Luna! But they didn't help; he was no where near release.

"Fuck..." he grunted defeated and let the image of Malfoy float into his thoughts. There he was. His pale, toned body, moving slowly in and out of a black haired boy. Harry's hand moved faster, whimpering and writhing under the covers. The black haired boy threw his head back in pleasure as he came, at the same time Harry did, clinging to the bed sheet beneath him with his free hand. Panting he opened his eyes. He had recognised the boy even before he had cried out in pleasure. That boy was him.

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In the dorms of Slytherin house, in the Prefects Boys Bedroom just down the hall from the other boys' dorms, there lay Draco Malfoy. His Right arm cushioned his head as he stared at the top of his four poster bed. A smirk plastered across his lips. He tasted him still. Delectable has he had imagined. Next to his bed lay his wand, and a piece of parchment. On it read:

Somnio – To Dream

"Until tomorrow my Lion" He smirked and drifted off into his own world of imaginings.

My first Harry Potter for a while

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