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 2

Harry stabbed at his bacon in the morning. He wasn't too hungry. A piece of toast had stopped the growling noise in his stomach. Now he was just bored. Hermione sat to his right babbling to Dean Thomas about an article her father had sent her about The Dark Lord, while Ron sat drooling over his eggs.

"Ron?" Harry couldn't help but chuckled as he watched his best friend zoom off into space. Sighing happily, Ron turned to Harry with a dim smile on his face.

"She came to me last night. All floaty and stuff. Corrr Harry. You should have seen her legs!" Ron placed his elbow on the table, his chin resting on his hand and gave a considerable sigh of contentment. Harry just laughed, clutching his side.

"Who was it?" He managed to squeeze out between his laughter. Ron Sighed again and looked across to the Ravenclaw table, where a girl with long blonde hair.

"Mandy Brocklehurst!" Harry exclaimed a bit too loudly, causing a few Gryffindors to turn and look at both Ron and Harry. Ron hit him on the arm, causing the green eyed boy to yelp quietly. Ron huffed looking sternly at Harry then returned to his day dream about the tall Ravenclaw. She was pretty, Harry thought to himself. Her legs were rather long and slim, as he had noticed a couple of times in the summer, as was her figure. And that blonde hair. Long to her waist and curled just perfectly. Harry could see why Ron was attracted to her. But Harry wasn't. He hadn't really thought about anyone in that way for a while. Unless he was asleep.

Sleep. A vivid picture flashed in his mind of the dream from last night. The blonde dominant over him, caressing his skin so perfectly, it was hard for Harry to keep in the whimper as he sat at the table. Looking up from his plate, his eyes met the icy blue ones that haunted him since last night. Malfoy raised his brow as he caught Harry staring and suddenly Potter turn a soft pink and avoided his eyes back to his plate again.

This is Malfoy! It was only one dream. It didn't mean anything he snapped to himself, rising from the table. He smiled at his friends and exited the hall, arriving for his first lesson rather early.

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"Anyone else exhausted?" Seamus buckled himself onto the sofa next to Harry, who also felt the same way. Today had been such a normal day until Care Of Magical Creatures. Hagrid had given the 7th year Gryffindors and Slytherins a task to collect Billywigs, an insect that's speed is so fast that most muggles or wizards wouldn't recognize it, until they are stung. The 7th years had chased them for over an hour around the grounds, the occasional student stung and off to the hospital wing. I.E. Neville.

Hermione and Ron had sat themselves on the floor, Hermione's head rested on Ron's shoulder with his head resting on hers. Harry chuckled and, with as much effort as he could be bothered to use, pushed himself off the sofa.

"I am off to bed. My body feels so… heavy" He groaned making his way up to his private room. Harry had been surprised when he was chosen as Prefect Boy. He and Lavender Brown hadn't expected it at all. Neither had done well in their 6th year O.W.L.'s but not as well as others had. But Harry didn't dwell on it too much. He had his own bedroom, his own bathroom as well as other advantages. He relished the fact that he and Lavender had gotten the roles over others. Though he didn't tell Hermione this of course as she was livid as it were.

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Once in his room, Harry shed from his clothes. And went into his bathroom. Resting his elbows against the sink and placing his head in his hands, he slowly closed his eyes. Just for a minute. Just so he could rest.

That was until he felt supple, wintry hands slide around his hips to his waist, and a chin resting on his shoulder.

"Why so tired Potter? Billywigs wore you out?" Harry lifted his head to gaze in the mirror. There, with his hair shaped round his face, his blue eyes softly, for once, staring back at his reflection, w as Malfoy. Harry Gripped the sink, looking down at the others arms wrapped around him. He could feel those silk pajama bottoms against his naked arse. He could also feel what effect Harry had on the other, feeling Malfoy's member hardening through his bottoms.

"Why are you here Malfoy?" Harry moaned deeply as he felt the other softly began to kiss his shoulder. Harry knew he should resist it, that somehow if was wrong.

"Because I want to be. Just like you want me to be" He spoke softly. Harry moaned loudly at how slow Malfoy was doing everything. It wasn't how he was last night. Malfoy's kisses moved from his shoulder, to his neck and then to his ear.

"I am going to suck you" He murmured sharply into the raven haired boy's ear. A soft cry left Harry's lips as Malfoy spun him round and lowered himself down. Harry leaned back against the sink as he watched Malfoy kiss down his stomach towards his firming dick. But as Malfoy lowered his head to seize Harry's throbbing member, he paused with a cheeky grin.

"But not tonight" Harry cried out in annoyance as he watched Malfoy disappear again, leaving the tortured Harry on the bathroom floor.

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Harry awoke, slumped on the floor, naked. He brought his hand to his face, rubbing his tired eyes. Swearing at himself, he found he was in a similar situation as last night. Covered in sweat and hard.

"Bugger" Harry swore as he lifted himself from the floor, when there was a knock at the door.

"Harry! Open up!!"

This isn't as good as the first chapter I know.

I will be writing one more tonight. Or perfecting this one