Chapter 2
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: M
Summary: Harry has a nightmare and decides to take a walk. Yes I know sounds like so many others out there, however him and Draco don't mysteriously fall in love with in a few moments hidden in the dark. Instead he finds Draco in a rather inappropriate position. What will happen if Draco catches him watching?
Inspiration: Written for Kore-or-myth's 100 pairings challenge where I claimed table F. Depending on how much fun and feedback I have I may just continue with all the tables. Unsure as of yet, but we'll see. I'm having fun so far! Enjoy!

'Risk'

"Your pathetic, Potter. You're a no good disgusting muggle loving piece of trash. A disgrace to the wizarding world. The Chosen one, the golden boy, the boy who lived, all names for someone worthy, but not you. You're not worthy, you're worthless, despicable. Vial."

"Enough!" Harry swiped his hand out in front of him trying to strike the figure before him; his arm went through as if the taller boy was nothing but air. Draco let out a hideous laugh.

"I'll never want you, never touch you, and never taste you. Why would I dream of such disgusting things? A pureblood perfection such as myself, why would I ever want anything to do with you? Your never on mind, the only reason I ever think of you is because I loathe you, try to find ways to get rid of you. Voldemort should have gotten rid of you, but he was weak then. He's stronger now, he'll kill you. You don't stand a chance. I can't wait until you dead. Rid the world of your trash and pollution. Stop fantasizing about me, stop wishing you could touch me or taste me, you can't. You'll never get the chance to be with me. "

"Stop!" Harry shouted waving his arms in front of him trying to make the image vanish. Something invisible wrapped around is arms and held him back making him thrash in vain. Tears streamed from his eyes and burnt his throat as he shouted over and over for the ghost to stop.

"Harry!" The image shouted face twisted in a sneer. "Harry!" it was getting closer breathing foul breath in his face. His perfect face transfiguring into a horrid image of Voldemort. "Harry!" Strong hands grabbed his shoulders, making him recoil and tremble.

"No! Stop!" Harry fought the shaking of those strong hands wriggling back and forth his own arms trapped by invisible cords.

"Harry!" with one sharp shake Harry opened his eyes and met the worry glazed hazel orbs of his best friend. "Harry, mate, just a nightmare."

Harry sat up untangling himself from the sheet, sweat dripping from the crown on his head and down his back. He reached out and collapsed on Ron, tears running down his eyes as he sought comfort from the one person he always counted on.

"It was horrible. Horrible." Harry mumbled against Ron's chest as sobs racked his body. Ron, accustomed to the nightmares, held him tight to his chest until the sobs subsided.

"Do you want to tell me about it? Or do you just want to forget?" Ron asked running a hand along the sweaty back of his best friend.

"I just want to forget." Harry whispered pulling away and wiping his face. "Thanks, for waking me."

"No problem, you want to go sit in the common room awhile, til you head clears?" Ron asked his face still full of worry.

"No, I'm still tired. I think the nightmares gone. Thanks again, though." Harry gave a weak smile and lightly pushed his friend from the bed. Ron reluctantly went back to his own bed, and Harry quietly drew the current around his four posters whispering a silencing charm before falling back against his pillow.

Crystal clear images of Draco Malfoy flashed before his eyes. Perfect masculine jaw line and high cheek bones surrounded by immaculately jelled white hair. Deep silver eyes burning into the very soul of him, showing not even a glimpse of emotion. Harry shivered and grabbed his blanket to pull tighter to his chin. Why couldn't he get that evil git out of his head?

All day every day, Draco Malfoy was all he could think about. To make matters worse, Draco had seemed to be lightening up on the three of them. No apparent reason, for Ron still bashed him whenever he got the chance. Draco just seemed tired with all the drama between the two houses. He would roll his fabulous eyes and saunter away, making to remark whatsoever. In fact, it had been days since Harry had heard the deep treble of the Slytherins voice.

Closing his eyes he let himself drift into one of his favorite fantasies. Draco's lips went from a disapproving sneer to a beautiful smile. His eyes, normally so dark and guarded, transformed to deep grey filled with joy and directed straight at Harry.

Shaking his head Harry tried to erase the fantasy. What was he doing? He had just dreamed of a horrible Malfoy, taunting him into tears, why would he want to fantasize about him now? Undoing the silencing charm Harry peaked through the curtains to make sure his friends were all sleeping, mostly to make sure Ron was back to sleep. He was, of course, sawing logs.

Harry tossed back the blanket and crept from the dorm, down through the empty common room and out the portrait hole. He didn't know where he was headed but he figured anywhere was better than laying in bed thinking about the slimy prat that had managed to command his thoughts the last week or so. He found himself wandering up the stairs to the astronomy tower, which should be abandoned at this hour. However, the closer to the top he got the more he noticed odd noises coming from above.

Slowing his speed he thought about turning back, but the noises turned to moans and groans and caught Harry's attention. Someone was getting a late night loving, and Harry found himself ever more curious about whom it was. He climbed the steps as quickly and quietly as possible peaking around every corner to make sure he didn't accidently wander too far.

Around the last corner Harry poked his head and nearly gasped out loud. Malfoy had a rather loud Theodore Nott bent over the stone railing. Harry's eyes went wide as his stomach dropped and his groin tightened.

"Harder, Harder, Gods yes, Draco Fuck me! Yes yes yes yes yesssss." The bent over Slytherin hissed. Harry felt his muscles tense and his dick twitch. He needed release, staring at these two, one of which demanded his attention every night.

Harry's hand strayed to the button in his boxers and popped it open, before he withdrew himself already stiff and ready. He watched as Draco's powerful hips thrust forward sending his rather large member into the moaning boy. He timed it perfectly so that his hand would imitate the movement going on in front of him. He kept his eyes trained on Draco's face, watching as the taller boy gave his all to every thrust.

A small moan escaped Harry's mouth before he could stop it. Draco's head swiveled toward him, eyes at first getting wide before a tiny smirk formed on his lips and he winked over at Harry whose hand was still pumping his swollen cock. Harry bit his lip and stifled another moan, while Draco kept eye contact with him. Deep grey, lust filled eyes holding tight to those emerald green orbs filled with lust and hatred.

Fueled on the knowledge that they were both thinking of the other Harry tipped his head back and growled Draco's given name before letting his seed splash the wall and his body rack with his orgasm. He opened his eyes in time to see Malfoy holding Theodore's head from turning in Harry's direction, while he himself stared at Harry's still throbbing cock. It took him a few more thrust before he two closed his eyes and groaned his release. A groan that sounded an awful lot like Harry's name.

Harry slipped out of sight, smiling as he cleaned up his mess. He put himself back in his boxers and was about to walk away when he was stopped by Theodore's voice.

"Someone was watching? Who?" there was a pause and then a startled, "Did you just call me Harry?"

Harry gave a smirk all his own before strolling back to his bed and falling in to a restful slumber.