Chapter 6: Dream

Harry glanced at Charlie who was sitting in front of the fireplace with his older brother. He knew that the older one now knew about them and he didn't like it, something inside him told him that this was a mistake, that his story with the handsome dragon rider might not end well. He looked away and walked towards his godson. He really had no reason to worry about his heart on Christmas Eve, so he might as well focus on what was important: this little boy he loved as if he were his own. The baby had been covered with gifts, as had Victoire, and both were now sleeping peacefully in their playpen. Leaning against the park fence, he thought to himself that he really didn't spend enough time with Teddy.

"Do you want to sleep at my place tonight?" Andromeda offered him and settled down beside him.

"I don't want to bother you," he replied, hoping she would insist.

He really didn't want to be alone for Christmas, but all the Weasleys were staying at the Burrow, Hermione and Fleur were sleeping there too. However Harry had felt like too much and had declined the invitation. He knew that the situation, with Fred's death, was still very heavy for them and Molly had almost seemed relieved by his refusal. She had held a ceremony for her deceased son the next day and Harry knew it was going to be a difficult time for the whole family.

"You never bother me Harry, you may not be like a son, but like a nephew to me. You are also a very important person to my grandson and it makes me very happy that you two can spend time together."

"Thank you," he replied simply.

"Maybe we'll go then," the witch added, looking around at the more or less sleeping redheads around them.

Harry nodded and went around the room to greet and thank his friends. It was hard for him to just shake Charlie's hand, but he restrained himself. He knew the redhead would send him an owl as soon as he arranged to visit incognito. Finally, he took his godson in his arms, Andromeda reduced all the packages and had them transported to her home.

Naoil, her house elf, was in the living room in less than a second. She took the packages and slipped away. Harry followed Andromeda through the corridors of the big house to Teddy's room. He realized that Naoil had already put the boy's presents away, leaving only the little Christmas pajamas he had just received, the little stuffed wolf Molly had knitted, and the magic nightlight George had given him. Harry had been a little suspicious of the latter gift at first, but the redhead had assured him that it was the most reliable and harmless thing around. The night light looked like a Golden Snitch that flew softly over the bed, giving off a subdued light. The light formed stars and animals on the ceiling and walls. A second identical little ball was in Harry's pocket, this one meant to warn its owner if the baby ever needed him.

"If it ever gets all red and starts to vibrate, just say Teddy and hold it tight," George had told him very seriously.

The dark-haired man changed Teddy without him waking up under Andromeda's tender gaze, then laid him down. He stayed a few moments to contemplate him, feeling at peace and invaded of love at this sight.

Finally, Andromeda pointed to the door in the wall to the right of the crib. They opened it together and Harry found a beautiful room with beige walls and brown furniture. He knew it wasn't his host's room, his was in green tones and was on the other side of Teddy's room. Naoil was waiting for them in the middle of what he concluded was his room for the night.

"Does Master Harry need anything? I can go to Master Harry's if need be."

"Thank you Naoil, I will. Just ask Kreatur, he will know what to give me."

The elf bowed and disappeared in a pop. The two wizards left alone exchanged a small talk until Naoil returned with a black travel bag. They wished each other a good night and Harry grabbed his toothbrush from the top of the bag without looking at what else was in it. Quickly, he got ready for the night and went to bed, sleep taking him quickly.

The feeling of the sheets against his skin was pleasant, but that was not why he felt good, there was someone with him in that bed. This man, he had no doubt about it, was laying behind his back. They were both naked and Harry could feel his muscular torso against his skin, his erection against his buttocks, his arm around his waist, his mouth pecking at his neck. The dark-haired man moaned, rubbing his pelvis a little against the hard rod. The man grunted, his voice sounding deep, much deeper than Charlie's. Harry opened his eyes and looked at the arm that held him: white skin as if there was no blood underneath, blond hair, long but obviously strong fingers. A great strength emanated from this individual, but strangely Harry was not afraid when he discovered that it was not Charlie with him. He was even reassured by the vision of that arm, which immediately reminded him of the stranger from his previous erotic dreams.

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The man made slide his arm along the chest of the brown to seize his erection. The breath of Harry blocked in his throat one second then left in the form of a strange moan. Without really controlling himself, he began to move the basin, masturbating himself in this white hand and massaging in the same time the penis wedged between his buttocks and the chest of the unknown. The pleasure went up quickly in him, without he can prevent it or slow down the rhythm. On the contrary, it accelerated its blows of basin, moaning more and more strong, until cumming on the sheets.

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The heart beating the chamade, the short breath, the lower belly sticking of its own semen, Harry awoke in startle. It took him a few moments to realize that he was alone, that there was not and had certainly never been a blond, sexy stranger with a deep voice in his bed. He sighed. With a gesture he made the traces of his dream disappear and lay down again, thinking. He had well noticed that he dreamed much more often of this stranger since he was with Charlie and that it was the principal reason of his bad feeling on the future of their relation. Sexually, he was however contented with the redhead, this one was an attentive and passionate lover. Fortunately these dreams never occurred when they were together, but just after he left or that Harry touched himself thinking of him, as if this stranger waited just that the dark-haired man was ready to be introduced to him.

However he could feel that he was falling in love with the dragon rider. He was finding it harder and harder to let him go every time they saw each other. He was thinking of going to spend some time in Romania with him and he thought about him whenever he had free time. Maybe spending more time with him, without hiding, might be a good idea to clear his head.

Knowing he couldn't go back to sleep, Harry went to his bag to see if Kreatur had put the book he was reading in there. That's when he discovered a gift package with a letter from Charlie. Excited and happy to discover this intention, he quickly tore open the package. He discovered a pair of pants and a jacket, both made of dragon leather. Harry was extremely touched by this, he knew that this kind of clothing was highly sought after because of its significant ability to protect against... well, against almost anything. The clothes were in brown tones, discreet, it was possible to wear them without drawing too much attention. You really had to have a nose for it or be an expert to recognize the material. Curious, Harry quickly put on a pair of boxers and a shirt that were in his bag and tried on the pants. These were just the right size, perfectly fitting his shape in a very sexy way. The short jacket that he put over it, broke a little bit this seductive side to give him an air rather adventurer, or biker. For once, he appreciated what he saw in the mirror.

Despite his self-appreciation, he decided to change into a pair of comfortable jeans and, over his shirt, the sweater knitted by Molly that he had received the day before. He looked at the time, he still had time before Teddy woke up. So he sat down at the bedroom desk, grabbed some writing materials and began to write.

"Charlie,

Thank you so much for your gift, I like it very much and I'm sure you'll enjoy seeing me in it... although I'm not sure I'll wear it for long if I do.

I'd like to get away from England for a bit, so we can enjoy being together without having to worry about the press. So how about I come and spend the end of my school vacations with you in Romania? You leave on the 2nd, right? I will have one week left.

I hope we can meet again at my place before that.

Kisses."

Harry closed the letter and called Naoil to bring him an owl he could borrow. Once his mail was sent, his dream clearly forgotten, Harry headed for Teddy's room, who must have been awake from the little cries he was making.

He found the child wide-eyed, in awe, his hands reaching for the ceiling. Harry smiled and took him in his arms to allow him to touch the luminous shapes on the wall.