Double holiday treat! Hmmmmmm . . . perhaps, a dream . . . yes, I think
that at the end of this chapter, I'll write a mini-story about Draco
watching the disc that Hermione gave him last chapter. If you guys like
that, review and tell me, and I'll add more dreams to the end of the
chapters! =)
Or something like that.
'You know, Malfoy's changed. He's . . .' The thought ran over and over in Harry's head. 'Malfoy's changed. He's . . .' It went through his brain over and over. 'He's . . .'
"He's what?" Harry said aloud. Luckily, there was no one to witness his little outburst. He sighed, and turned over. It was rather early, still, which was why he was all alone. In essence, Harry *was* trying to get some much-needed sleep, but he simply couldn't get those words out of his head.
'What was I going to say?'
Harry turned over again, so that he was looking at his pillow. It was green. 'Draco's eyes are green sometimes. And gray. And damn sexy.'
His eyes opened wide, but Harry didn't bother thinking 'why did I think that? I'm not that way!' Instead, his thoughts went more along the lines of, 'Why MALFOY of all people?'
//You know, Malfoy's changed. He's . . .//
The room was rather dark, even though it was only eight. Harry needed to get to the bottom of this.
The question was, how?
~~~
"Harry totally threw himself at Draco," Hermione said gleefully, recording the event in her diary in Moaning Myrtles bathroom. (Moaning Myrtle was currently in the lake with the giant squid).
"He started straddling him - on Draco's *broom* mind you - and had they not been in mid-air, I can only imagine . . ." Hermione sighed. If they hadn't have been mid-air, what would have happened?
It was a scary thought; what if they had still been going at it when the charm broke. Hermione had read up on that charm very carefully. First off, it didn't force the charm's recipient to do ANYTHING against their will. Second off, anything the charm's recipient DID do was something they indeed wanted to do.
Which meant that Harry wanted Malfoy.
Badly.
Hermione looked at her watch and realized it was starting to get late - she had to get back to the dormitories soon or she'd be wandering school after- hours, and that was no good.
~~~
Malfoy went upstairs to go to sleep. It was still slightly early - only Harry was sleeping; no one else was in the room.
'Ah, shit,' thought Draco. 'I still can't forget what happened earlier that day.'
He had liked it way too much. Well, if your biggest crush started making out with you out of nowhere, you'd like it too. And this was Draco's biggest crush ever. Screw crush, he was totally heads-over-heels for Harry.
And watching him sleep didn't help. Harry was sprawled out on his bed, and he kept turning restlessly.
'What I wouldn't do to see what you dream, Harry,' Draco thought, and fingered the disc Hermione had given him. 'Is every night like that?'
Draco shuddered in pleasure, imagining what Harry might dream every night. If it was anything like his own dreams . . .
'Oy, not again,' thought Draco as he realized that he was quite hard. 'And I really wanted to get some sleep for once.'
Sighing, Draco made his way to the bathroom.
~~~
The next morning it was rainy. It was wet. It was gray, dull, boring, annoying, whatever else could be used to describe the totally dismal and miserable weather outside.
"I'm so glad we don't have Herbology," said a black haired girl with purple eyes. "I wouldn't fancy going out in this weather. I'm SO glad I've got potions today."
"I agree with her," said Hermione as the three of them - Harry, herself and Ron - sat down for breakfast. "I would not fancy a trip to the greenhouses in that weather."
Harry was simply too busy thinking about Malfoy to respond.
"Harry - hey, Harry?" Ron poked him in the side, "Harry, you ok?"
Having being poking in the side, Harry jumped a little, and looked at Ron. "What? Did I miss something?"
"You're only about twenty planets away," said Ron, "What in the bloody hell are you thinking about that made you that out of it?"
Harry sighed. "You'd never believe me."
Ron figured, from the smirk on Hermione's face, that this had to do with the dare. 'I'd better start finding 10 galleons,' he groaned mentally.
"Eh, well, never mind then," Ron sighed. 'Ten galleons! Bloody hell, I'll never find that much money.'
Hermione smirked. 'Now, how to get this properly. I need Harry to actually admit his feelings without magic. . .'
Ah, the complicated thoughts of kids these days.
~~~
'It's all I can do to not jump on the table and scream at the top of my lungs, 'HARRY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WHY DON'T YOU ADMIT YOU LOVE DRACO?' Of course, I wouldn't I'm dar too nice,' thought Hermione, 'But I'm coming close to that point, and it's been less than a week.'
'I'm slowly learning that sometimes I have no patience at all. How ironic.'
Hermione twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, watching Harry watch Malfoy and watching Malfoy watch Harry.
'So close to screaming . . . ' Hermione thought. Potions class was horrible, Malfoy and Harry had been very unconsciously *flirting* with each other, but nobody noticed it except Hermione. And Ron, of course. 'Still, how in denial can Harry be?'
Hermione was soon to learn that Harry could be VERY VERY in denial if so he wanted to be.
~~~
The rest of the day, it was all Hermione could do not to jump on the table and start screaming.
So that is why, when at dinner Dumbledore announced a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow, and no classes, that Hermione got one of her more simple but brilliant ideas.
Screw leaving things to fate ('Yeah, like I've been leaving it to fate in the first place,' thought Hermione, rolling her eyes), Hermione was planning to do the most predictable thing in the whole freaking world.
She was going to set Harry and Draco up the old fashioned way.
On a blind date.
~~~
"Draco. Get over here." Hermione whispered as he walked past the empty classroom on the way to the common room.
"What is it?" sighed Draco. He was still having trouble getting over the fact that one of his enemies was trying to help him now, but if she could deal, so could he!
"Tomorrow, at the Hogsmeade trip. You're going on a blind date. With Harry."
Of course, the first words that came to Draco's mind were, "So it's not really that blind of a date, I take it."
"Not for you, of course," Hermione said, "But as for Harry, he shalln't have a clue." She grinned, positively delighted for coming up with this plan. 'It's so simple, no wonder I didn't see it before!'
Draco pondered this for a minute. "So how do I know that Harry won't just take the whole thing as a stupid joke then, and walk off?"
Hermione paused, and then said, "Well, first off, he's in Gryffindor. He's noble to a fault. If he agrees to go out on a blind date, and I ask him nicely enough, he'll do it no matter what. Second, he likes you so freaking much that -" Hermione cut off quickly, to calm down.
Malfoy was rather scared. He hadn't seen Hermione this close to screaming in awhile. He realized that she must be rather frustrated that Harry was like this.
"Ok, well, what do I have to do?" Draco asked amicably.
As Hermione made her way out of the classroom, she said simply, "I'll give you details tomorrow."
Draco swore under his breath. Hermione could have been in Slytherin, she was bloody evil enough to be sometimes.
~~~
"A blind date? Me? And who?" Harry said, sounding properly amazed.
Had Hermione not have practiced this for a bit beforehand, she would have screwed up and lost the bet. However . . . "Listen Harry. I'm bored. I'm absolutely bored out of my mind. I want to do something. So I searched around, and found a perfect somebody for you to go out with. Humor me?"
Harry looked at Hermione. "Are you sure you're not suffering from overwork?"
"Quite," replied Hermione with a glare that would have made Draco proud. "So will you PLEASE humor me and do it?"
Nodding, in hopes of calming Hermione down, Harry said, "Why not. What do I have to do?"
Hermione instantly calmed down. "Great. Ok, you'll meet this person inside the Three Broomsticks, on the third table to the left when you go to the farthest corner from the bar."
"Am I really to memorize that?" Harry asked.
"No, I'll point you to the right table," Hermione said happily, and Harry nodded.
"Great. I guess I'll, um, go get sleep now," He said quickly, wanting to get away from Hermione at the minute.
"Ok, that's a good idea. See you tomorrow." And Hermione went to her room as well, to get some MUCH needed sleep.
~~~
Ah, that was rather short, no? Kind of a teaser, if you will. Plus, I'm tired, and I needed to get this written before I fell asleep and then woke up thinking it was a bad idea.
But, before I go to sleep, I must write the dream scene. Ah, that rhymes. Okidoki, enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~
POV Draco
~*~*~*~*~
Really. A disc. Why in the bloody hell did Hermione give me a bloody disc?
"Watch it. It's a recording of the most recent dream Harry has had. I think . . . you might find you two have much in common," Hermione said with a slight giggle. I was a bit suspicious, but I took the disc.
As she flounced out of the room, she added, "Especially when it contains chains, and lots of them."
I'm pretty sure I blushed at that. So Harry has dreams about me, does he? And how did Hermione know I have dreams about Harry? She's too smart for her own good.
But I did want to watch this recording.
~~~
Five minutes later, in the security of an empty password guarded room. (I found it just last year, I don't think anyone else knows about it), I took out my wand, and flicked it at the disc to get it to play.
The disc glowed brightly, and then a screen appeared, much like the movies. An image appeared, and I lost myself in it.
~*~*~*~*~
The Images The Disc Held (remember, this is a dream, so if stuff seems a bit illogical, that is because it *is* a dream. Just so you know, it's not extremely explicit, but rather just a nice little scene to keep people occupied with =) )
~*~*~*~*~
"So, we met again," Malfoy's voice cut through the darkness of the room, a swirling mist covering everything except for Malfoy, who was wearing only a pair of low cut leather pants. "Harry Potter."
The mist parted to reveal Harry, naked, tied to a bed, with many chains and bindings. The bed itself was large and covered in black silk.
"Hello, Draco," replied Harry, as if he were quite comfortable with the chains. "You know, you really MUST come up with something more original that that. It's becoming quite boring."
Malfoy rolled his eyes and climbed up onto the bed. "Even helpless, you still trust me." Malfoy noted.
"Of course," Harry said simply.
With a sigh, and a snap of the fingers, Malfoy had changed the room. Harry was no longer in chains, but rather sitting on the bed, which was now pure white. Harry himself had a pair of angel wings attached to him, and Malfoy (who was still wearing delicious leather pants) had a pair of demon wings.
"Hmm, not bad," Muttered Harry, looking at his wings, which blended seamlessly into his shoulder blades. "Quite convincing."
"A Hell's demon with an angel from Heaven. What do you think?"
"I think I like it," Harry said closing the space between the two of them, "But why would a demon come visit an angel. Unless, perhaps, there was something the demon needed?" Harry lightly traced an invisible line down Draco's bare chest, to just above his pants. "Or perhaps, wanted?" Harry flicked his finger out, and unzipped Draco's pants.
"Perhaps," said Draco, doing his best to remain in character, "Perhaps indeed that is why a demon would come to an angel. Perhaps an angel is the only one who can help a demon."
Harry pulled Draco's pants off, and noted that Draco was fully hard. He stuck the tip of his tongue out, and flicked it against Draco's erection.
"Per-oH!-haps, ahhhh," Draco said, moaning in pleasure, "Perhaps, an angel is willing to - ohhhh! - help?"
"Perhaps indeed," whispered Harry as he began moving his tongue up and down Draco's hard cock. Draco shuddered in pleasure.
"Of course, if the angel were to help the demon, the demon would help the angel," Draco said, as if it was obviously.
"But of course," replied Harry before he went back to sucking Draco like a Popsicle.
Within a few minutes, Harry found himself under Malfoy, who was positioned to enter him.
"Does the angel wish for release?"
Harry nodded, wordlessly. Malfoy, with his imposing wings, looked amazing. His blonde hair and pale skin contrasted deeply with the black wings. His gray eyes were glowing in an almost otherworldly way.
"Sometimes, however, demons do not keep their words." At this Harry looked a little pleading, but Malfoy continued, noting that when his hair was really messy, Harry looked perfect, "But then, sometimes a demon just wishes for something more fun."
Again, Harry found himself chained up to a bed, but this time, Malfoy was already inside of him, already moving, already part of him.
And then Harry woke up.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~
Well.
That was.
Ummmmm.
How you say . . .
Bloody amazing. Excuse me, but I need to go to the bathroom now.
And I need SLEEP. Please review and tell me if I should add more dreams or not!
Or something like that.
'You know, Malfoy's changed. He's . . .' The thought ran over and over in Harry's head. 'Malfoy's changed. He's . . .' It went through his brain over and over. 'He's . . .'
"He's what?" Harry said aloud. Luckily, there was no one to witness his little outburst. He sighed, and turned over. It was rather early, still, which was why he was all alone. In essence, Harry *was* trying to get some much-needed sleep, but he simply couldn't get those words out of his head.
'What was I going to say?'
Harry turned over again, so that he was looking at his pillow. It was green. 'Draco's eyes are green sometimes. And gray. And damn sexy.'
His eyes opened wide, but Harry didn't bother thinking 'why did I think that? I'm not that way!' Instead, his thoughts went more along the lines of, 'Why MALFOY of all people?'
//You know, Malfoy's changed. He's . . .//
The room was rather dark, even though it was only eight. Harry needed to get to the bottom of this.
The question was, how?
~~~
"Harry totally threw himself at Draco," Hermione said gleefully, recording the event in her diary in Moaning Myrtles bathroom. (Moaning Myrtle was currently in the lake with the giant squid).
"He started straddling him - on Draco's *broom* mind you - and had they not been in mid-air, I can only imagine . . ." Hermione sighed. If they hadn't have been mid-air, what would have happened?
It was a scary thought; what if they had still been going at it when the charm broke. Hermione had read up on that charm very carefully. First off, it didn't force the charm's recipient to do ANYTHING against their will. Second off, anything the charm's recipient DID do was something they indeed wanted to do.
Which meant that Harry wanted Malfoy.
Badly.
Hermione looked at her watch and realized it was starting to get late - she had to get back to the dormitories soon or she'd be wandering school after- hours, and that was no good.
~~~
Malfoy went upstairs to go to sleep. It was still slightly early - only Harry was sleeping; no one else was in the room.
'Ah, shit,' thought Draco. 'I still can't forget what happened earlier that day.'
He had liked it way too much. Well, if your biggest crush started making out with you out of nowhere, you'd like it too. And this was Draco's biggest crush ever. Screw crush, he was totally heads-over-heels for Harry.
And watching him sleep didn't help. Harry was sprawled out on his bed, and he kept turning restlessly.
'What I wouldn't do to see what you dream, Harry,' Draco thought, and fingered the disc Hermione had given him. 'Is every night like that?'
Draco shuddered in pleasure, imagining what Harry might dream every night. If it was anything like his own dreams . . .
'Oy, not again,' thought Draco as he realized that he was quite hard. 'And I really wanted to get some sleep for once.'
Sighing, Draco made his way to the bathroom.
~~~
The next morning it was rainy. It was wet. It was gray, dull, boring, annoying, whatever else could be used to describe the totally dismal and miserable weather outside.
"I'm so glad we don't have Herbology," said a black haired girl with purple eyes. "I wouldn't fancy going out in this weather. I'm SO glad I've got potions today."
"I agree with her," said Hermione as the three of them - Harry, herself and Ron - sat down for breakfast. "I would not fancy a trip to the greenhouses in that weather."
Harry was simply too busy thinking about Malfoy to respond.
"Harry - hey, Harry?" Ron poked him in the side, "Harry, you ok?"
Having being poking in the side, Harry jumped a little, and looked at Ron. "What? Did I miss something?"
"You're only about twenty planets away," said Ron, "What in the bloody hell are you thinking about that made you that out of it?"
Harry sighed. "You'd never believe me."
Ron figured, from the smirk on Hermione's face, that this had to do with the dare. 'I'd better start finding 10 galleons,' he groaned mentally.
"Eh, well, never mind then," Ron sighed. 'Ten galleons! Bloody hell, I'll never find that much money.'
Hermione smirked. 'Now, how to get this properly. I need Harry to actually admit his feelings without magic. . .'
Ah, the complicated thoughts of kids these days.
~~~
'It's all I can do to not jump on the table and scream at the top of my lungs, 'HARRY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD WHY DON'T YOU ADMIT YOU LOVE DRACO?' Of course, I wouldn't I'm dar too nice,' thought Hermione, 'But I'm coming close to that point, and it's been less than a week.'
'I'm slowly learning that sometimes I have no patience at all. How ironic.'
Hermione twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, watching Harry watch Malfoy and watching Malfoy watch Harry.
'So close to screaming . . . ' Hermione thought. Potions class was horrible, Malfoy and Harry had been very unconsciously *flirting* with each other, but nobody noticed it except Hermione. And Ron, of course. 'Still, how in denial can Harry be?'
Hermione was soon to learn that Harry could be VERY VERY in denial if so he wanted to be.
~~~
The rest of the day, it was all Hermione could do not to jump on the table and start screaming.
So that is why, when at dinner Dumbledore announced a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow, and no classes, that Hermione got one of her more simple but brilliant ideas.
Screw leaving things to fate ('Yeah, like I've been leaving it to fate in the first place,' thought Hermione, rolling her eyes), Hermione was planning to do the most predictable thing in the whole freaking world.
She was going to set Harry and Draco up the old fashioned way.
On a blind date.
~~~
"Draco. Get over here." Hermione whispered as he walked past the empty classroom on the way to the common room.
"What is it?" sighed Draco. He was still having trouble getting over the fact that one of his enemies was trying to help him now, but if she could deal, so could he!
"Tomorrow, at the Hogsmeade trip. You're going on a blind date. With Harry."
Of course, the first words that came to Draco's mind were, "So it's not really that blind of a date, I take it."
"Not for you, of course," Hermione said, "But as for Harry, he shalln't have a clue." She grinned, positively delighted for coming up with this plan. 'It's so simple, no wonder I didn't see it before!'
Draco pondered this for a minute. "So how do I know that Harry won't just take the whole thing as a stupid joke then, and walk off?"
Hermione paused, and then said, "Well, first off, he's in Gryffindor. He's noble to a fault. If he agrees to go out on a blind date, and I ask him nicely enough, he'll do it no matter what. Second, he likes you so freaking much that -" Hermione cut off quickly, to calm down.
Malfoy was rather scared. He hadn't seen Hermione this close to screaming in awhile. He realized that she must be rather frustrated that Harry was like this.
"Ok, well, what do I have to do?" Draco asked amicably.
As Hermione made her way out of the classroom, she said simply, "I'll give you details tomorrow."
Draco swore under his breath. Hermione could have been in Slytherin, she was bloody evil enough to be sometimes.
~~~
"A blind date? Me? And who?" Harry said, sounding properly amazed.
Had Hermione not have practiced this for a bit beforehand, she would have screwed up and lost the bet. However . . . "Listen Harry. I'm bored. I'm absolutely bored out of my mind. I want to do something. So I searched around, and found a perfect somebody for you to go out with. Humor me?"
Harry looked at Hermione. "Are you sure you're not suffering from overwork?"
"Quite," replied Hermione with a glare that would have made Draco proud. "So will you PLEASE humor me and do it?"
Nodding, in hopes of calming Hermione down, Harry said, "Why not. What do I have to do?"
Hermione instantly calmed down. "Great. Ok, you'll meet this person inside the Three Broomsticks, on the third table to the left when you go to the farthest corner from the bar."
"Am I really to memorize that?" Harry asked.
"No, I'll point you to the right table," Hermione said happily, and Harry nodded.
"Great. I guess I'll, um, go get sleep now," He said quickly, wanting to get away from Hermione at the minute.
"Ok, that's a good idea. See you tomorrow." And Hermione went to her room as well, to get some MUCH needed sleep.
~~~
Ah, that was rather short, no? Kind of a teaser, if you will. Plus, I'm tired, and I needed to get this written before I fell asleep and then woke up thinking it was a bad idea.
But, before I go to sleep, I must write the dream scene. Ah, that rhymes. Okidoki, enjoy!
~*~*~*~*~
POV Draco
~*~*~*~*~
Really. A disc. Why in the bloody hell did Hermione give me a bloody disc?
"Watch it. It's a recording of the most recent dream Harry has had. I think . . . you might find you two have much in common," Hermione said with a slight giggle. I was a bit suspicious, but I took the disc.
As she flounced out of the room, she added, "Especially when it contains chains, and lots of them."
I'm pretty sure I blushed at that. So Harry has dreams about me, does he? And how did Hermione know I have dreams about Harry? She's too smart for her own good.
But I did want to watch this recording.
~~~
Five minutes later, in the security of an empty password guarded room. (I found it just last year, I don't think anyone else knows about it), I took out my wand, and flicked it at the disc to get it to play.
The disc glowed brightly, and then a screen appeared, much like the movies. An image appeared, and I lost myself in it.
~*~*~*~*~
The Images The Disc Held (remember, this is a dream, so if stuff seems a bit illogical, that is because it *is* a dream. Just so you know, it's not extremely explicit, but rather just a nice little scene to keep people occupied with =) )
~*~*~*~*~
"So, we met again," Malfoy's voice cut through the darkness of the room, a swirling mist covering everything except for Malfoy, who was wearing only a pair of low cut leather pants. "Harry Potter."
The mist parted to reveal Harry, naked, tied to a bed, with many chains and bindings. The bed itself was large and covered in black silk.
"Hello, Draco," replied Harry, as if he were quite comfortable with the chains. "You know, you really MUST come up with something more original that that. It's becoming quite boring."
Malfoy rolled his eyes and climbed up onto the bed. "Even helpless, you still trust me." Malfoy noted.
"Of course," Harry said simply.
With a sigh, and a snap of the fingers, Malfoy had changed the room. Harry was no longer in chains, but rather sitting on the bed, which was now pure white. Harry himself had a pair of angel wings attached to him, and Malfoy (who was still wearing delicious leather pants) had a pair of demon wings.
"Hmm, not bad," Muttered Harry, looking at his wings, which blended seamlessly into his shoulder blades. "Quite convincing."
"A Hell's demon with an angel from Heaven. What do you think?"
"I think I like it," Harry said closing the space between the two of them, "But why would a demon come visit an angel. Unless, perhaps, there was something the demon needed?" Harry lightly traced an invisible line down Draco's bare chest, to just above his pants. "Or perhaps, wanted?" Harry flicked his finger out, and unzipped Draco's pants.
"Perhaps," said Draco, doing his best to remain in character, "Perhaps indeed that is why a demon would come to an angel. Perhaps an angel is the only one who can help a demon."
Harry pulled Draco's pants off, and noted that Draco was fully hard. He stuck the tip of his tongue out, and flicked it against Draco's erection.
"Per-oH!-haps, ahhhh," Draco said, moaning in pleasure, "Perhaps, an angel is willing to - ohhhh! - help?"
"Perhaps indeed," whispered Harry as he began moving his tongue up and down Draco's hard cock. Draco shuddered in pleasure.
"Of course, if the angel were to help the demon, the demon would help the angel," Draco said, as if it was obviously.
"But of course," replied Harry before he went back to sucking Draco like a Popsicle.
Within a few minutes, Harry found himself under Malfoy, who was positioned to enter him.
"Does the angel wish for release?"
Harry nodded, wordlessly. Malfoy, with his imposing wings, looked amazing. His blonde hair and pale skin contrasted deeply with the black wings. His gray eyes were glowing in an almost otherworldly way.
"Sometimes, however, demons do not keep their words." At this Harry looked a little pleading, but Malfoy continued, noting that when his hair was really messy, Harry looked perfect, "But then, sometimes a demon just wishes for something more fun."
Again, Harry found himself chained up to a bed, but this time, Malfoy was already inside of him, already moving, already part of him.
And then Harry woke up.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco's POV
~*~*~*~*~*~
Well.
That was.
Ummmmm.
How you say . . .
Bloody amazing. Excuse me, but I need to go to the bathroom now.
And I need SLEEP. Please review and tell me if I should add more dreams or not!