Authors note: There will be another dream in this chapter. Though, it's QUITE a bit different then the first one. It's a bit "kinkier". Enjoy and please review.
His brain clouded when he entered the tower, the air heavy with the perfume coming from the fire that was always lit. He sat down trying to clear his head, but to no avail. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, due to the combination of the heat, the perfumes and his lack of sleep. He put his head down on the table and his eyes soon drifted shut, taking him into his dreams.
'Where am I?' he wants to say. When he tries to speak, he finds that his mouth is covered by a strip of black silk. Anything he manages to say gets muffled by the material. He looks around the room. He doesn't entirely recognize it. He goes to sit up, but finds he cannot move very far. His arms are tied above his head, held in place by cold metal chains. It's only now that he realizes that he is chained up in some sort of dungeon and that he is completely naked. 'What the bloody hell is going on here?!'
As if on cue, the door to his cell swings open, admitting a thin, muscularly built man wearing a golden mask. The rest of his body is covered by tight, black leather. At first, Draco can only stare into the piercing green orbs behind the mask. His gaze travels down the man's shoulder, down his arm landing on the nine tail whip clutched in his hand. His eyes dart back up to the man's own. A smirk settles just beneath the mask. The figure strides forward, removing Draco's gag. "What are you going to do to me?" Draco asks nervously as soon as the fabric is removed, though he can't help but be slightly aroused. The figure wraps his lips around the blonde's in a crushing kiss, slamming him back against the wall, eliciting a moan from the bound boy. He leans over to Draco's ear, his hard on pressing into the blonde's thigh. "I'm going to fuck you. Hard," he growls. 'I know that voice!' Draco thinks. 'It's –
"Together, let us cast ourselves into the future!" Trelawney cries, waking Draco.
Draco sat up instantly. 'What the hell was THAT all about?! Why was I dreaming about getting practically raped!? And by HIM of all people!' He shot a quick glance over at The Golden Boy. 'It's a good thing I woke up when I did… Otherwise, who knows what would've fallen from my lips... THAT would have been awkward…' He shifted his legs to hide his slight arousal. 'Nothing major. By the time this lesson starts, it'll be gone.'
His theory was correct: as soon as Trelawney went around telling people their horrible fates, his dream completely left his mind. He had to bite back a laugh when she told Potter that he was going to "Perish in a horrific run in with a rabid Thestral," and that it would be "So much worse as he wouldn't be able to see the thing coming."
"Professor," Harry said, looking at her like she didn't have the slightest clue about what she was saying, as usual. "I CAN see Thestrals. And I'm not the only one."
"No, dear boy. It is impossible to see them. They are invisible, dear." She gazed at him with her bug like eyes as though he were a small child that she was explaining a brand new concept to. Harry's cheeks reddened as he started getting annoyed throughout the discussion. Leaving it at that, she made her way over to Draco. She tilted his chin up to look into his face. He had to try very hard not to laugh as she stared into silver orbs with her own ridiculously magnified eyes.
She gasped and jumped back, settling herself down in her winged chair. "Oh, dear boy…" she said breathily. 'Please, don't say that I've got The Grim or something ridiculous like that…' Draco thought, holding back the urge to roll his eyes. "You are going to experience great change in your life soon. Painful change. A change that will alter who you are entirely. Tell me, my child! Have you been bitten by an animal recently, by chance?" A few of her more dedicated students gasped, realizing what she was implying.
"No," Draco responded coolly. "I have not been bitten by anything."
There were more gasps and the professor sat straight up. "Oh, so you are one of THOSE then, are you?" Her voice sounded almost angry, accusing him of being something truly vile. He could feel everyone's eyes on him and the blonde shifted, uncomfortable with the tension he sensed building in the room.
"No, I'm not…" His voice was weaker than he would've liked.
"You know this for a fact?" She held fast to her skeptical, accusing tone.
"Well… no, but-"
She walked swiftly to stand in front of him. "Then how can you be so sure that you aren't, in fact, what I say?" She had a victorious gleam in her eyes as she strode back to her table. She raised her crystal ball.
"Our lesson today, my dear children, is to gaze into the crystals. You must clear your minds of all thoughts in order to open your inner eye." She set down the crystal and threw her hands into the air. "Cast yourselves into the future and see what is yet to come!"
Everyone looked at the crystal orbs on the tables in front of them. Most didn't take it too seriously, but there were those who were leaning closely in, trying to see the faintest shadow of a premonition. Draco and Blaise were among those looking half-heartedly into the crystal ball.
"You see anything yet?" Draco muttered, his head propped up on his arms as he laid them on the table.
"Nope," Blaise responded, looking bored out of his mind. "You?"
"Nope. All I see is…" He trailed off as the smoke within the crystal began to swirl. He raised his head, transfixed. The smoke parted, revealing a shadowy figure. He was clutching his head and his heart, trying not to scream out. Suddenly, the figure's eyes sprang open, immersed in the light of the full moon as he shifted, taking on the form of a wolf with platinum blonde fur. As soon as it had appeared, the vision was gone and the orb empty once more, aside from the smoke.
Blaise leaned forward. "What did you see, Draco? You look like you're a muggle that's just seen a ghost…"
Draco shook his head, his eyes wide, unable to verbalize a response. 'Are you KIDDING me!? What is going on?!' He ran his hands through his hair, letting out a sigh.
The bell rang and everyone stood to leave. Draco shook his head, gathering his stuff. "I'm not going to Transfiguration today, Blaise… I'm not feeling well. I'm going to head back to my room and lie down for a bit…"
"Yeah, you don't look so good…" Blaise gave him a pat on the shoulder as they reached the corner where they would part ways. "Get some rest, man…" Draco nodded as he watched Blaise round the corner.
He passed by Lupin's classroom as he headed to the dungeons. He looked at the closed door, contemplating what the professor had said earlier. 'Nothing… 'strange' going on?' Draco scoffed and muttered, "More than I'd care to admit… Especially to you…"
He paused outside a portrait of a white rose-bush. He ran his finger along one of the thorns, tearing a small cut in his skin. As he ran it over the largest white rose, it took on a shade of deep crimson, absorbing his blood. As the scarlet spread throughout the rose-bush, the portrait swung open, letting him into his chamber.
He nearly collapsed on to his bed, a splitting headache tearing at his brain. He groaned loudly, clutching at his head. He looked out the window. It was growing dark outside; the stars beginning to come out. 'It's a full moon…' Lupin's lesson kept flashing into his mind. 'Tonight...' His thought was cut off as he was struck with another sharp pain, making him cry out and clutch at the covers of his bed.
He dashed into his bathroom, tearing open the cupboard above the sink. He grabbed a potion of bright purple: a tonic for migraines. He had been getting them a lot lately, seeming to get worse every day. He splashed some cool water on his face before heading back into his bed chamber. It wasn't long before he fell into sleep.
"Who's there!?" he shouts. Though he appears to be alone in the dark corridor, he had definitely heard the footsteps of another. "Show yourself!" He stands in the light of the moon, pouring in through one of the great windows. His wand rises when he sees a figure emerge from thin air. It's Harry, removing his invisibility cloak. "What do you want, Potter?"
Harry takes confident strides forward, removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. "What do YOU want, Malfoy?" He stops when he too is standing in the moonlight. His emerald eyes glitter with desire as he stares into Draco's eyes of quick silver. He leans forward. "Do you want ME?" He practically purrs his question in the blonde's ear, sending shivers down his spine. He closes his metallic eyes in ecstasy. Harry reaches up and begins undoing the Slytherin's tie, moving the fabric away from Draco's pale, slender neck."If so, then take me…" He clamps down on the exposed flesh, earning a low growl from Draco.
Draco's eyes spring open, revealing slitted pupils. A smile curls on to his lips, exposing fangs. He takes Harry's lips into a kiss, pushing the smaller boy back against the wall. Harry's legs wrap around the slim waist, his fingers tangling in the platinum blonde locks. The kiss quickens, in complete, lust driven need. Harry moans, allowing Draco's tongue room to explore.
Harry presses himself against Draco, their erections colliding. Both boys moan at the friction. Both teens can feel their heartbeats racing as the blonde's hand slides down Harry's torso, landing on his belt…
Note: Cliffhanger! Sorry to disappoint. (Trust me, it hurts me to stop right there…) Those of you lemon fans, I PROMISE it WILL happen! Please review.