Of course I know it's not my fault, as if an infant could protect its adult parents. That doesn't make this any less painful.
"Why are we here? Why is this happening?" I asked no one in particular.
"I don't know," Draco responded anyway. "I wonder if I could still…" He gripped me tightly as I assumed he tried to change the dream. Eventually, he sighed. "No good. This dream's all yours."
"How is that possible?"
"No idea, but…" He pulled me back to look at me, a strange smile on his face. "Did you just punch him in the face?"
A chuckle choked out of my throat as I wiped my eyes.
"Guess I did. You're quite the inspiration."
His teasing grin eased into a more genuine one as he took my face in his hands and kissed me.
"If you could be anywhere right now, where would you want to be?"
Resting my forehead against his and closing my eyes, I considered this.
"Maybe…" As soon as the image formed in my mind, Draco exclaimed.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." My eyes flew open. Instead of my childhood nursery, we were now kneeling on the floor of Draco's room in the manor. "You've been in here one time in a fucking dream! How are you able to just conjure it back in your own?"
Amusement curled my lips as I took in my surroundings.
"Maybe your subconscious is playing a bit of a part in this."
Shakily, I stood and went to the wardrobe.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked cautiously as I threw open the doors.
"I just wanted to look around more! We were in such a rush last time, I didn't get to investigate."
"Th-that's really not necessary." A trunk shoved to the back of his wardrobe caught my eye, and I knelt to open it.
"What do we have here?"
"There's nearly no way of knowing, but please-"
I threw the trunk open, and was surprised to find all manner of letters haphazardly shoved into it. Just as I withdrew the top-most letter and flipped the envelope to open it, Draco snatched it from my fingers and shut the trunk's lid with suspicious force.
"That's… Nothing. Isn't there somewhere else you'd rather be?"
My intrigued expression turned up towards him.
"What is that?" I eyed the letter in his hands, which he glanced down at with a swallow.
"L-like I said, nothing!" Hastily, he withdrew the letter behind himself. Honestly, it's like he's begging me to read that letter.
"Show me," I demanded as I stood to face him.
"Harry, I'd really rather you not-" Suddenly, the letter was in my hands, and I grinned up at him. "Hey-!"
Turning from his grasping fingers, I withdrew the letter from the envelope and unfolded it.
"Dear Wolf," I read aloud. My gut clenched as my eyes scanned the following message, but I'd only made it a paragraph in before Draco reached around me and stole the letter from my hands once again.
"Th-these have no right to be here, and you have no right to read them!"
As I turned to Draco again, he was clumsily shoving the letter back into its envelope, a bright pink spread across his cheeks.
"You were penpals?" I asked incredulously as I tried to hide my jealousy.
"We… Corresponded, yes…" He knelt to bury the letter back into the trunk before shutting the lid with determination. A sigh escaped his lips. "For a long time, he was… The only person I felt like I could talk to."
My jealousy loosened around my heart slightly. Before I had a chance to respond, Draco shut his wardrobe doors resolutely and stood to back up onto his bed.
"I-it's not fair, you rifling through my subconscious like this…"
He flushed down at his lap as I came to sit beside him.
"I'm sorry. There… Must be a lot you'd rather not relive," I assented, choking down my curiosity. Of course it wouldn't be this easy to learn more about him.
Rodolfo has come up way too often in these dreams we share… I hope Harry doesn't think I still have a thing for him. I hope he doesn't think we ever had a thing. All these letters were from me, but I never got any responses. I was only sixteen at the time, anyway.
We sat, awkwardly quietly, on my bed.
"Textbook infatuation, like I said," I eventually broke the silence. "I was just a child, it didn't-"
"You don't need to explain yourself to me."
Surprise finally brought my eyes back up to his face.
"But-!" I started to say, but Harry cut me off.
"Draco." He met my gaze, and the softness in his eyes made me swallow. "It's fine. Doesn't bother me. I've met your subconscious manifestation of Rodolfo, and I know he's not competition." The compassion in his face shifted into something like curiosity. "Obviously, he had quite the impact on you, but I intend to make an even bigger impact." His curiosity changed into something like ambition as he grinned at me. The anxiety that'd coiled in my gut eased as I returned his grin.
"You already have."
Without another word, Harry offered his lips to mine. The shame still festering in my chest rose into my throat like a knife as I kissed him back. I don't deserve him.
As soon as this thought formed, my wrists were seized by an unseen force and brought together at the headboard of my bed, pulling me back onto the mattress. I gasped as Harry cocked an eyebrow at me. Shit…
"I still don't understand how our dreams are intertwining like this, but while I'm in control…"
Suddenly, I was completely unclothed. Harry leaned over me, eyeing me in such a way that I swallowed again. What exactly is he intending to do here? My curiosity was interrupted as he lowered his lips to barely touch mine. My heart raced in my chest.
"Why not have a bit of fun?"
Heat flooded my face as he kissed me again. The unseen force binding my wrists to the headboard was not a force I could fight, I quickly discovered.
"What are you doing?" I asked, much more breathily than I'd intended as he straddled my naked form.
"Oh, this and that," he answered noncommittal, a devious grin stealing into his face. Before my very eyes, he was suddenly undressed, and my mouth went dry. "Honestly, I think you owe me after last night."
Memories of my fingers around his throat, my whispers in his ear, invited a tentative kind of dread into my chest. Suddenly, he sat up against my hips, eyeing me with pleasure. No sooner had I registered this look in his eyes than I was clad in all manner of straps and bindings, leather and rope. My wide eyes glanced down at myself before shooting up to his amused expression.
"Harry…?"
The rope around my ankles began to pull my legs apart, and suddenly there wasn't enough oxygen in the room.
"Would you rather hear me promise I'll be gentle with you? Or promise that I won't?"
Where did this confidence come from? How the hell did he manifest a chest holster? Oh, fuck…
"I…" I tried to answer him, but as the ropes drew my legs further apart, he nestled his own between my thighs and my answer was lost.
"Not that it'd matter one way or the other, but I'd love to hear your requests." He lowered his grin to my lips, and his breath caressed my face. I swallowed.
"You… You're going to fuck me, right?" This was an obvious question, but when he didn't answer, I continued. "I…" This is a dream, but if I cum here, will I cum in real life? I quickly concluded there was no right answer, and struggled against my invisible bindings again.
"What's wrong? Can't decide?" He positioned himself to enter me, and I gasped.
"What if…?"
"What if I make you cum without actually touching you?" He'd read my mind, but I was distracted as the first ever truly Slytherin smirk crossed his face. Speechless as I was, he didn't wait for my reply as he pushed himself into me. My hands uselessly struggled to free themselves as he did so, observing me intently. The heat in my cheeks warmed a degree as I gasped.
It's not fair I should feel this so realistically when it's a dream.
Harry's moan ghosted against my lips as I groaned in return. I'd already had him inside me, but the dream version of this sensation was like utter bliss. Can he make me cum faster than normal in a dream?
"Tell me, Draco," he insisted as his hips closed against my thighs. "Gentle? Or not?"
"Fuck you," I breathed back against his grinning lips. Like I have any say in the matter.
"Wrong answer," was his last words before he began absolutely drilling into me. Moan after moan was drawn from my lips as he ravaged me, but his teasing lips finally withdrew from mine as he lowered his mouth to my neck. His stomach was close enough to my erection to draw several strangled cries from my mouth as his teeth caught my jugular. One of my gasps was transformed into a hiss as he bit down, and I felt my skin being sucked into his mouth.
"H-" I'd meant to exhale his name, but it was lost in the shriek that ripped from my lips. I tried once more, in vain, before the event horizon came into view. The pitch of my voice rose seemingly on its own as Harry's athletic ability was performed on me in full. Somehow, he managed to reel in his own moans enough to speak.
"Scream for me, Draco," he demanded.
With a final, powerful thrust, Harry indeed stole a scream from my lips. Wet warmth spread across my chest as a similar sensation filled me. We lay there, panting, for what felt like hours before I finally felt my wrists released. Where I knew there would've been soreness had this been reality, I felt none. Only ecstasy wracked my body as Harry withdrew from me and laid beside me. Neither of us said a word for several minutes as we caught our breath.
"That's… For last night…"
An amused chuckle snuck its way into my labored breathing.
"Fucking hell… I should… Tease you more often…"
We exchanged exhausted laughs before I realized there was no mess to clean up. Oh, shit… I bet I've messed the bed in real life. I bet we both have.
"Harry," I groaned as I flipped over onto him. "I haven't had a wet dream in years."
He gave a breathless chuckle as he pulled me into him.
"Good," he announced as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "I'm going to fuck Rodolfo out of your head if it's the last thing I do."
Laughter possessed me at his words.