Harry dreamed about Draco. He dreamed he and Draco were kissing. He was enjoying it, and he thought it was going to get even better, but he woke up from his dream, and found Draco was awake as well. They turned to each other and both blushed. Draco had apparently had the same dream as Harry. That or he had read his mind…
("Did you…") Harry asked wide-eyed. Draco laughed and answered. ("No. I just had an interesting dream about you. I turned to you and you blushed. I assume you must have had a dream of some sort as well.") He smirked at himself for being so clever. Harry responded with a simple ("Oh.") and then he laughed too.
Minerva walked in just after Harry burst out laughing. She looked at them curiously and then shook her head. She didn't want to know. She walked over to them and asked them politely, "Would you two mind sharing a common room? Seeing as you can no longer go back to your old common room Mr. Malfoy, and I am not supposed to allow students an entirely private common room, it seems only right." Draco's jaw dropped.
("I think it's a good idea Draco.") Harry's voice said in his head. ("Me too… Are you ok with that?") Draco asked nervously. ("Just say yes already!") Harry responded. Then they both turned to Minerva and said in unison, "We wouldn't mind at all."
Minerva laughed, and led them to their room. Poppy had told them they could go when they were ready, so Draco stood up, but he almost lost his balance, so he reached out and grabbed Harry's arm. Harry decided that Draco wouldn't be able to walk on his own, so he put his arm around his waist to hold him up. Draco didn't seem too bothered by that, so then they began to walk.
They had arrived at their room only minutes later, and Minerva began to tell them where everything was. They decided that they would rather look around and asked her to leave. She smiled at them and left.
Now Harry and Draco were trying to find the bedrooms. They went up the stairs in their common room and found a dorm like room with two large four-poster beds. They were both black, but one had silver accents and one had gold. There were some other pieces of beautiful furniture in the room, and Harry's jaw dropped at the beautiful windows.
There were two desks side by side facing the window. And then he walked over and fell on the bed with the gold and sighed, "Home…" Draco had just done the same thing; only he had walked over to the bed with the silver. They looked at each other and then stood up.
Draco was looking at Harry like he wanted to say something. Harry sensed this and asked in his mind ("What are you thinking?") Draco paused, and responded out loud. "You know how we both woke up blushing? I was wondering what you had dreamed about." Then he blushed again. Harry smiled at that, and although he was rather uncomfortable with the question, he answered out loud. "You." and he blushed again.
("What was I doing?") Draco's voice spoke in his head again. Though this time he sounded mildly seductive. ("We were kissing…") Harry honestly replied. He just left out that they were getting more passionate. ("Well then I think my dream was even better.") Draco projected. Harry was getting aroused already thinking about this. He was glad he wasn't visible yet. ("Show me.") Harry begged. And then Draco replied. ("Are you sure?") Harry smiled seductively. ("Yes.")
Before Harry knew what was happening Draco was exploring his mouth with his tongue. Harry moaned into the kiss, and Draco pushed him onto his back. He was now lying on the bed with Draco straddling him. Draco pulled away slightly and then he started to nibble Harry's ear. Harry let a barely audible moan escape his throat, and he wrapped his arms around Draco. Harry was hard now. Draco moved down slightly and started to nibble his neck. Harry was breathing hard and Draco wasn't done yet.
Draco un-buttoned the first button on Harry's shirt and followed his hands with his mouth. He continued, and when he got half way he sat up and took off his own shirt. Harry reached up instinctively to feel Draco's chest. Draco hadn't been expecting it and he took a sharp breath. He returned to freeing Harry from his shirt.
Draco bit his chest, fangs out, and Harry couldn't help but moan loudly. Draco rocked his hips, not intentionally, and there was a sharp intake of breath from Harry, and a moan from Draco as their erections brushed through their pants. That was all the permission Harry needed and he undid the button on Draco's pants, and slid down the zipper.
Draco was kissing him again and Harry slid his hands under Draco's pants and grabbed his ass, pressing his hips up to Draco, and eliciting a moan. Draco started to unbutton Harry's pants as well, and Harry waved his hand at the offending garments and suddenly both of them were in their boxers. Draco stopped and looked at Harry with a questioning look in his eyes.
Harry raised an eyebrow as if to say 'well' and Draco rocked his hips again. Harry flipped Draco onto his back, and Draco looked shocked. Harry's hand found it's way down to the Slytherin's boxers, and gave a light squeeze in between them. Draco moaned very loudly and pushed his hips up toward Harry.
Harry smirked this time and then he bit Draco's chest experimentally. The slytherin shuddered and moaned, and Harry used his fangs the second time. He bit into Draco's abdominal muscles. Draco moaned, "Harry…" and Harry moaned, he could feel them exchanging power and arousal. He withdrew his teeth and licked the wound. It closed almost instantly and Draco whispered again, "Harry…" ("Make me yours") he finished with his mind and locked eyes with the Gryffindor. Harry smiled again, and kissed him lightly. With another wave of his hand, their boxers were gone and they were flesh on flesh. Both of them moaned slightly, and Harry moved down.
Harry sucked his fingers and pushed one in first. Draco moaned, but not in pain. Harry added another finger, and began to scissor them, stretching Draco's opening and causing him to let out another loud moan. ("Are you ready?") Harry asked. Wondering if Draco had done this before. He knew he hadn't. Draco responded before he could ask the question he wanted to.
("Have you done this before? You seem to know what you are doing.") Harry blushed and answered him. ("No. I haven't done this before.") Draco smiled. ("I'm ready.") Then Harry lifted Draco's ankles over his shoulders and positioned himself at his opening. Harry pushed gently, and Draco gasped. Draco tightened around him for a moment and then he pushed against him, begging him to move.
Harry complied and pushed in slowly. Draco gasped when Harry hit his prostate. And he tightened causing Harry to moan in pleasure. Harry started to thrust faster, each time pushing in a little farther. Draco was looking into his eyes and Harry wasn't going to look away. Draco gave another moan and tried to speak. "Harry…I'm…I'm…going to…cum." Harry thrust one more, well-aimed, hard push, and Draco came, biting Harry's chest and tightening, causing Harry to come inside him. They both screamed each other's names as they came.
Harry fell on top of him. They were both panting, and they were still connected. ("Have you done this before?") Harry asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. ("Not with a man.") Was how Draco chose to respond. Harry lifted himself away from Draco and looked into his eyes. That's when Harry saw it.
Draco had a symbol on his forehead that was very light and looked like a scar. It looked almost like an elaborate sun. Harry knew it hadn't been there before, so he asked Draco about it. ("Where did that come from?") Draco looked at him again confused.
("What happened to your scar?") Harry was confused now and they both got up and looked in the mirror by his bed. Both of their jaws dropped. Harry's scar had turned into an identical symbol as the one Draco now had. "What does this mean?" Harry asked. Draco turned to him and spoke. "If this is what I think it is… then you've marked me." Harry was confused. "What do you mean I've marked you?" Draco then responded, "We have to go to the library. I'm not completely sure what it means myself." Harry looked at him. ("I need to talk to Hermione. She is a walking library.") Harry told him. ("Fine. But if she doesn't know then what?") Draco asked.