It was Valentine's Day.

What Harry hated most about Valentine's Day was that he was always the one without a date. Why it always had to be him, he did not know. After all, he was the Saviour of the Wizarding world, and thus, should be stockpiling with lovers. Unfortunately, the twits that had any interest in him were only in it for his fame, or his money, or his looks. This Valentine should not be any different, but that was about to be changed.

During breakfast, amongst the red hearts fluttering around, an owl dropped a parcel at Harry. He looked at the box in his lap, elaborately wrapped in shiny silver paper and shimmery ribbons, it looked high-end, and definitely not within the pocket range of any normal Hogwart's student. Several pairs of eyes were on him, some of curiosity, some of envy, and some of jealousy. What they were all waiting for was to see what was in the box.

Harry carefully pulled the ribbon free and opened the lid. Another box rested inside, the same designs, only a little smaller than the first. A note lay on top of the box.

Harry,

I am sure that you are curious. Come to the Room of Requirements tonight at 11 for a night of fun and discovery. Take the box with you. Do not open it yet.

Always yours,

M

Harry was not sure who that was. There weren't too many people whose name started with M that he could recall. The only names he could recall from his year were Mandy Brocklehurst, Michael Corner, Marietta Edgecombe, and Malcolm Baddock, none of whom had pursued him in the past, nor shown an interest in him. He was very confused. The writing looked familiar enough, but he just could not place it.

However, the Gryffindor's natural curiosity won out. At 10:40, he slipped out of his rooms hidden by his Invisibility cloak, the silver box tucked securely under his arms. Walking past the hallway three times, he focused on the location of his anonymous admirer. A large door appeared, much to Harry's relief, and he entered.

Inside, the room was splendid, and Harry hung back a little, staring around in awe. The high ceilings, the chandelier that was dimmed, and the rose petals trail on the ground were obvious results of thorough planning. Whoever this person was, Harry was already impressed. In the center of the room stood a large, king-sized bed with posts extending from its headboard and sheets that looked soft and satiny. Harry noticed that the trail of rose petals ended there and blushed. Obviously this person wanted him in bed. Tonight.

"Glad that you decided to show up, Harry," a male voice purred, seductively. "Why don't you come to bed, and let me show you something."

Harry approached the white sheets cautiously, noticing for the first time the small Pensieve bowl resting on the pillow. "Look into it," commanded the honey-rich voice, and Harry willingly complied, diving head first into the memory.

HPDM SLASH FOLLOWS COVER YOUR EYES IF YOU DONT WANT TO READ SOME HOT BOY ON BOY ACTION PLEASE!

Harry fell facefirst onto the ground, curiously still in the same room. This time, however, there were two occupants on the bed, voicing their mutural pleasures. Harry blushed, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he moved in closer to see what was going on. The two figures on the bed were Draco Malfoy ... and himself?

"Mmm … more, Draco," Dream-Harry moaned, pleasure infiltrating his addled brain and forcing him to grind his weeping cock harder against Draco's firm abdomen. Beads of sweat mingled with the thick, unruly strands of his hair. The sweet smell of sweat and sex was heavy in the air.

Draco's blonde tresses were also soaked with perspiration. As he snapped his hips forward, pushing his erection in and out of Harry's tight arse, he took the chance to capture Dream-Harry's lips in a kiss. The kiss started as a sweet and innocent brush of lips but quickly turned passionate, their tongues duelling for dominance. Dream-Harry tasted of cinnamon and exotic spices and Draco just couldn't get enough.

Dream-Harry was pinned to the bed by Draco's weight, his wrists bound tightly to the headboards with silk ties. He struggled against the cuffs to no avail, so he began to meet Draco in the middle, thrust for thrust. Draco tasted like strawberries and chocolate, courtesy of Harry, and his sinful lips were making a rather large red mark on Dream-Harry's neck now. Dream-Harry moaned, half in pleasure, half in pain, and panted for air as Draco moved back to reclaim his mouth.

Draco's movements were more hurried, less languid, as he felt his climax approaching. One of his hands snaked down to wrap around Harry's leaking prick and worked over him with quick, rough pulls. The other hand slid down Harry's chest and found a nipple, twisting it harshly. This earned a shocked gasp of pleasure from the body underneath him, which he swallowed with kisses.

Dream-Harry moaned again, his body heating from the exertion so much that he was sure that he would melt. "Please, Draco, I need to-," He groaned when the fingers on his nipple twisted it the other way, before beginning the torment with the other.

"Need to what, Harry?" Draco questioned, his voice sounding hoarse and breathless. "His thrusts were becoming erratic, and he could not reign himself in much longer. The hand that was stroking Harry's cock fastened pace. "Come for me, Harry," Draco purred, rolling the R's in Harry's name.

That was all it took for Harry to come, shooting his seed all over Draco's hand and chest and his own chest. The tight clenching tunnel around Draco was too much for the Slytherin, and he came a second later, gasping Harry's name, spilling himself deep inside Harry. He gently kissed Harry's forehead, and smiled, a lover's smile. "I love you."

HPDM SLASH ENDS HERE. IT IS NOW SAFE TO CONTINUE!

Harry was ejected from the memory and found himself disoriented, and rather painfully hard. That was not a memory, it was a fantasy! Draco's fantasy, it appeared to be.

"Come back next week Harry. Same time, same place. I know you want to act that fantasy of mine out, don't you?" The voice, now familiar, taunted him, but with lust, not malice. Harry swallowed dryly, and dashed out the room with his cloak, forgetting his present behind him.

"Happy Valentine's Day." A soft voice murmured from the shadows. He stood up to leave, scooping the fallen box up to take with him.

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A/N: Yay, first one-shot posted. :) Want to know what's in the box? What are Draco's true intentions? Want to find out? Review! I may write a sequel if there's enough moral support for one.