Dream time! Yay! Meaning there's really no plot in this chapter, just a
really nice PWP scene. =) Also, this is like totally CasualVillians idea,
so give her credit! She and I watched CoS again and she came up with the
idea, and I'm just using it!!!!!
"Just you wait until tomorrow, Hermione," Harry said as he and Draco made their way up to their dormitory again. 'This is going to be great, I can't wait,' he thought, and then made a face at the unintentional rhyme.
"So, Harry," Draco said, grinned as he sat down on his bed, curtains open, "How do we get them to say they had the dreams?"
"Why, we take yet another leaf out of Hermione's book. We're going to record them." Harry looked please with himself for coming up with such brilliant ideas, even if Hermione used them first.
"Brilliant," Draco muttered as he lay down, preparing to fall asleep. "Night, Harry. Sweet dreams."
"Night. Sweet dreams to you to."
Ah, if only Harry knew how sweet.
~~~
The Dream (Right then, standard warnings apply. Don't think everything is going to work perfectly, because then it doesn't!)
~~~
He was in the Chamber of Secrets, he knew that much. Harry Potter looked around. The diary was gone, the dead basilisk was gone, even Ginny was gone. In fact, the only thing around telling him that anything even happened was the fang and the sword.
'Where'd everything go?' Harry wondered briefly. He picked up the sword, and sheathed it in a sheath that, too, appeared from the Sorting Hat. Then, almost without thinking, he grabbed the fang, and pocketed it (after washing off the poison).
He began walking down the long path to get out of the main Chamber, and as he passed through the snake guarded entrance, he realized he wasn't in the path to the chamber anymore. Instead, he was in a small room.
'Weird.'
Still walking, Harry crossed the room in less than ten steps. Sitting in a chair, apparently waiting for someone, was Draco Malfoy. His back was to Harry, and he was sitting backwards in the chair, leaning on the back.
'Oooooh, I think I can find a use for this fang now,' the thought came to Harry's mind almost involuntarily. He paused a moment, and then quietly pulled out the fang.
"Hey, Draco," he whispered, so quietly that Draco, less than three feet away, could barely hear him. Harry closed the distance between the two of them as Draco stood up, back still to Harry.
"Someone there?" Draco called out, in a bored sort of voice.
'That will never do,' Harry decided, 'He needs to have some fear in his voice.'
Less than an inch away from Draco's ear, Harry leaned forward the remaining few centimeters, and whispered into his ear, "Hey, Draco."
Harry was pleased as Draco jumped, just every so slightly. As Draco moved to turn around and see who it was, Harry slid his arm around Draco's waist, bringing them even closer together. With his other hand, he placed the very tip of the fang on the top of Draco's back.
"Don't turn around," Harry ordered. He could feel a small shudder run through Draco.
"What are you going to do?" Draco whispered. It was hard to tell if he was bored, or scared, or excited, or all three.
"Don't try to escape," said Harry, tracing a small line across Draco's back - not hard enough to cut skin, but enough to make Draco shudder again.
Harry enjoyed this new sense of power. Harry moved his arm from around Draco's waist to pull of Draco's shirt, before returning his hand to its original position around Draco's waist. He lightly traced patterns on Draco's back while his hand on Draco's waist dropped down and began undoing Draco's belt.
"So tell me," Harry asked, "How do you feel?"
Another shudder passed through Draco's body, and Harry could feel him sigh in pleasure. "I feel . . . good."
"You like this, don't you?" Harry continued, slowly returning the fang to its original position while he briefly removed his hand from Draco's waist to undo his own belt and pants.
Draco nodded slowly. "Yes."
"Good. Don't move." Harry probably didn't need to say that, as Draco was already extremely still, but it gave him such power.
Now they were as close as they could possibly be, and Harry carefully positioned himself at Draco's entrance, all the while keeping a firm grip on the fang, no need to slip and cut anyone.
"Remember, don't move," Harry said. Draco hardly needed to know that. "No matter what, if you move back, the fang will pierce your skin. But if you stay absolutely still, you'll be fine."
Draco nodded again, staying perfectly still. His eyes were alive in the feelings that being taken advantage of gave to you. But they weren't filled with fear, they were filled with trust. Harry smiled, and swiftly entered Draco completely.
"OH!" Draco practically shouted, and tried to remain still. He shuddered from the effort it took to stay still even while he had the feeling of being filled completely.
And then he was nearly empty again. "Don't do that," he muttered. "I won't be able to stay still. . . "
"You have to stay still, or you'll hurt yourself."
Draco thought over this for a minute, and then was about to say something when Harry moved again, this time developing a short rhythm for a minute before stopping almost all of the way out again.
"Stop that," Draco mumbled, "That leaving me like this. I can't stay still much longer."
"You must stay still or I'll leave," Harry threatened rather ominously. Draco willed himself to stay perfectly still, but it was still nearly impossible. "What if I were to not do anything now?"
"I'd. . ." Draco paused, and then said, "I'd move."
"You'd impale yourself with a fang just to have me?" Harry said, as if it were commonplace for people to suggest doing that.
Draco paused again, and then nodded.
"Then do it," Harry said. He held the fang firmly in place, his other hand still on Draco's waist.
His eyes closed, and then Draco tensed himself to get ready to move. A little pain, but far greater would be the gain.
In a swift movement, he moved backwards, impaling himself twice; both on Harry and the fang.
He stayed there for a full minute, and then began to move forward again. And back. And forward.
Suddenly, there wasn't any more pain; dimly, Draco realized that Harry had dropped the fang, where it landed with a clatter on the ground. Both of Harry's hands were around Draco now, and the two of them moved together, joined as one.
White hot pleasure suddenly coursed through Harry, and as everything turned white, with twinkling stars, he woke up.
~~~
Not the dream (=p)
~~~
Harry woke up. The first thing he did was remember his dream, which had been quite vivid. He smiled. It had been a very nice dream. Then he rolled off his side onto his back, and noticed a little note hanging from the top of his bed.
He sat up, pushing on his glasses, and pulled down the note. Unfolding it, he began to read.
~Harry
Remember, I told you, my first target is always you. Sweet dreams.
Draco~
Harry groaned and crumpled the note in his hand. He took off his glasses and put them back on the table by his bed before saying, "Just you wait Draco."
Just as he was about to drift back to sleep, he heard Draco reply, "You can only wish."
Yeah, short. Whatever. Inuyasha is over now, so sleep is good for me! =) I'll write more tomorrow, I promise (Although reviews are always good incentive to write =p)
Which reminds, I haven't thanked my reviews in awhile! So, thank you to all my reviewers, I still love you all! And plus, you get complementary fruitcakes for the holidays! Give them to your relatives to give to their relatives to . . . you get the picture.
~Mysty
"Just you wait until tomorrow, Hermione," Harry said as he and Draco made their way up to their dormitory again. 'This is going to be great, I can't wait,' he thought, and then made a face at the unintentional rhyme.
"So, Harry," Draco said, grinned as he sat down on his bed, curtains open, "How do we get them to say they had the dreams?"
"Why, we take yet another leaf out of Hermione's book. We're going to record them." Harry looked please with himself for coming up with such brilliant ideas, even if Hermione used them first.
"Brilliant," Draco muttered as he lay down, preparing to fall asleep. "Night, Harry. Sweet dreams."
"Night. Sweet dreams to you to."
Ah, if only Harry knew how sweet.
~~~
The Dream (Right then, standard warnings apply. Don't think everything is going to work perfectly, because then it doesn't!)
~~~
He was in the Chamber of Secrets, he knew that much. Harry Potter looked around. The diary was gone, the dead basilisk was gone, even Ginny was gone. In fact, the only thing around telling him that anything even happened was the fang and the sword.
'Where'd everything go?' Harry wondered briefly. He picked up the sword, and sheathed it in a sheath that, too, appeared from the Sorting Hat. Then, almost without thinking, he grabbed the fang, and pocketed it (after washing off the poison).
He began walking down the long path to get out of the main Chamber, and as he passed through the snake guarded entrance, he realized he wasn't in the path to the chamber anymore. Instead, he was in a small room.
'Weird.'
Still walking, Harry crossed the room in less than ten steps. Sitting in a chair, apparently waiting for someone, was Draco Malfoy. His back was to Harry, and he was sitting backwards in the chair, leaning on the back.
'Oooooh, I think I can find a use for this fang now,' the thought came to Harry's mind almost involuntarily. He paused a moment, and then quietly pulled out the fang.
"Hey, Draco," he whispered, so quietly that Draco, less than three feet away, could barely hear him. Harry closed the distance between the two of them as Draco stood up, back still to Harry.
"Someone there?" Draco called out, in a bored sort of voice.
'That will never do,' Harry decided, 'He needs to have some fear in his voice.'
Less than an inch away from Draco's ear, Harry leaned forward the remaining few centimeters, and whispered into his ear, "Hey, Draco."
Harry was pleased as Draco jumped, just every so slightly. As Draco moved to turn around and see who it was, Harry slid his arm around Draco's waist, bringing them even closer together. With his other hand, he placed the very tip of the fang on the top of Draco's back.
"Don't turn around," Harry ordered. He could feel a small shudder run through Draco.
"What are you going to do?" Draco whispered. It was hard to tell if he was bored, or scared, or excited, or all three.
"Don't try to escape," said Harry, tracing a small line across Draco's back - not hard enough to cut skin, but enough to make Draco shudder again.
Harry enjoyed this new sense of power. Harry moved his arm from around Draco's waist to pull of Draco's shirt, before returning his hand to its original position around Draco's waist. He lightly traced patterns on Draco's back while his hand on Draco's waist dropped down and began undoing Draco's belt.
"So tell me," Harry asked, "How do you feel?"
Another shudder passed through Draco's body, and Harry could feel him sigh in pleasure. "I feel . . . good."
"You like this, don't you?" Harry continued, slowly returning the fang to its original position while he briefly removed his hand from Draco's waist to undo his own belt and pants.
Draco nodded slowly. "Yes."
"Good. Don't move." Harry probably didn't need to say that, as Draco was already extremely still, but it gave him such power.
Now they were as close as they could possibly be, and Harry carefully positioned himself at Draco's entrance, all the while keeping a firm grip on the fang, no need to slip and cut anyone.
"Remember, don't move," Harry said. Draco hardly needed to know that. "No matter what, if you move back, the fang will pierce your skin. But if you stay absolutely still, you'll be fine."
Draco nodded again, staying perfectly still. His eyes were alive in the feelings that being taken advantage of gave to you. But they weren't filled with fear, they were filled with trust. Harry smiled, and swiftly entered Draco completely.
"OH!" Draco practically shouted, and tried to remain still. He shuddered from the effort it took to stay still even while he had the feeling of being filled completely.
And then he was nearly empty again. "Don't do that," he muttered. "I won't be able to stay still. . . "
"You have to stay still, or you'll hurt yourself."
Draco thought over this for a minute, and then was about to say something when Harry moved again, this time developing a short rhythm for a minute before stopping almost all of the way out again.
"Stop that," Draco mumbled, "That leaving me like this. I can't stay still much longer."
"You must stay still or I'll leave," Harry threatened rather ominously. Draco willed himself to stay perfectly still, but it was still nearly impossible. "What if I were to not do anything now?"
"I'd. . ." Draco paused, and then said, "I'd move."
"You'd impale yourself with a fang just to have me?" Harry said, as if it were commonplace for people to suggest doing that.
Draco paused again, and then nodded.
"Then do it," Harry said. He held the fang firmly in place, his other hand still on Draco's waist.
His eyes closed, and then Draco tensed himself to get ready to move. A little pain, but far greater would be the gain.
In a swift movement, he moved backwards, impaling himself twice; both on Harry and the fang.
He stayed there for a full minute, and then began to move forward again. And back. And forward.
Suddenly, there wasn't any more pain; dimly, Draco realized that Harry had dropped the fang, where it landed with a clatter on the ground. Both of Harry's hands were around Draco now, and the two of them moved together, joined as one.
White hot pleasure suddenly coursed through Harry, and as everything turned white, with twinkling stars, he woke up.
~~~
Not the dream (=p)
~~~
Harry woke up. The first thing he did was remember his dream, which had been quite vivid. He smiled. It had been a very nice dream. Then he rolled off his side onto his back, and noticed a little note hanging from the top of his bed.
He sat up, pushing on his glasses, and pulled down the note. Unfolding it, he began to read.
~Harry
Remember, I told you, my first target is always you. Sweet dreams.
Draco~
Harry groaned and crumpled the note in his hand. He took off his glasses and put them back on the table by his bed before saying, "Just you wait Draco."
Just as he was about to drift back to sleep, he heard Draco reply, "You can only wish."
Yeah, short. Whatever. Inuyasha is over now, so sleep is good for me! =) I'll write more tomorrow, I promise (Although reviews are always good incentive to write =p)
Which reminds, I haven't thanked my reviews in awhile! So, thank you to all my reviewers, I still love you all! And plus, you get complementary fruitcakes for the holidays! Give them to your relatives to give to their relatives to . . . you get the picture.
~Mysty