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Chapter 3: Sweet Dreams
Draco's surprise was soon overcome though, and he smiled sadistically. He made no move to push Harry off of him, or even to move, and Harry was still stunned by the fall, more so by landing on Draco.
"So what are you doing wandering the halls of Hogwarts at this time of night Potter? And with an invisibility cloak I see," he asked, looking at where the silvery fabric was strewn across the ground.
"I'd might ask the same of you Malfoy," Harry replied none too kindly as he pushed himself off the ground [and Malfoy] with his arms.
But Draco pulled him down again so that their noses were almost touching. He gave Harry another cruel smile before whispering in his ear, "I'm afraid that you won't be wandering the halls anymore tonight Mr. Potter."
With that he gently kissed Harry under his ear, moving slowly along his jaw with each kiss. Harry lay absolutely still, shocked. Right before Draco reached Harry's mouth, he paused, an evil glint in his silver eyes. He then suddenly rolled so that he was on top now. It was emerald eyes that were now surprised.
"Aren't you enjoying this Harry?" Draco asked before brutally kissing the Harry on the mouth, the Gryffindor barely noticing that Malfoy had called him by his first name.
The archenemies broke the kiss after a few seconds, their breathing rather erratic by now. The Slytherin had an extremely satisfied look on his face now. ::But is it really Draco?:: Harry thought as he started to become sleepy. Through fluttering eyelids he saw Draco's form blurring into something else. He barely had time to register that the person on top of him was not Draco and that something was terribly wrong before slipping into a deep and unnatural sleep.
The form of Draco finally shifted into a dark, void-like mass that was vaguely the shape of a man. The thing laughed, a deep, rasping noise. It looked at the slumbering figure of the raven-haired boy, and said in a whispering, dry, and sneering voice, "Sweet dreams Mr. Potter."
