There is a moment between sleeping and waking when one is still stuck in the dream world, yet one's mind has become active enough that one believes that they're awake. It is at this time that one's dreams and fantasies come to life. This is exactly where Harry found himself. It was Harry's favorite time of day; it was where he could revel in his innermost fantasies without any worry as to the repercussions.

Harry's current dream was by no means unfamiliar to him, though for some reason there were a few key differences that he'd never noticed before. Most of his dreams at this time of the morning involved flesh on flesh. Some unseen lover (granted, usually male) who would explore Harry's body with his hands, lips, fingers, teeth. It was often an impersonal dream, but satisfying nonetheless. But this morning it was different. This time the dream seemed far more real than ever before. Never had the hands felt so read against his flesh, never had the mouth seems so warm, never had the dream been so complete, never before had his lover so fully consumed him, filled him, satiated his lust. This was the first time that his dream focused on the fact that it was in fact a real person making love to him, rather than a faceless body. This time Harry knew that his lover was real. In his dream Harry reached out to pull his lover towards him. He was real. For the first time, Harry looked into his lover's deep grey eyes and ran his fingers through the soft platinum hair. Harry drew his lover even closer so that their lips were almost touching and he could feel his lover's warm breath on his face.

"I love you Draco," Harry whispered before drawing his lover in for a kiss.

Waking up was the one bad part about these dreams. There was always a split second where there was nothing truer than that dream, then like a flash, Harry would be fully awake and realize that it had all been a dream and that he was in fact alone in his bed. It perhaps wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for that one euphoric second where Harry always believed it to be true. That somehow made the realization of the truth ten times worse. Waking up this time, though, Harry was not disappointed, not at first. This time Harry knew, even after he woke, that the dream was true. Draco had made love to him, and for some reason, it was the most perfect moment of his life. Harry kept his eyes closed after he woke, in order to keep the images and the sensations fresh in his memory. He smiled at the memory of coming in Draco's mouth, at Draco coming inside of him. He remembered that perfect moment when Draco lay across him and looked up into his eyes. He smiled at the thought of Draco kissing him. But then…it occurred to him like a sledgehammer, Draco never kissed him, that only happened in the dream.

Harry opened his eyes wide and realized much to his horror that he was still sitting in the armchair with his hands magically tied above his head and he was still wearing that green dress. It was now morning, though, and there was no sign of Draco.

"You Evil Manipulative Fucking Bastard!!!" Harry shouted out to the empty room.

Harry struggled to get up, but he realized that he was indeed quite stuck. After a while, panic began to set in. He was all alone in the Gryffindor tower with no one to unbind him. Even if he shouted his head off, it would be highly unlikely that anyone would hear him. So there was nothing for Harry to do but sit there and hope against hope that someone would find him. Harry glanced up at the clock and saw that for the second day in a row he had missed breakfast.

"Maybe someone will realize that I was missing and they'll come to check on me."

//Maybe Draco will come and check on you. That would be fun!//

"No it would not be fun and since when do you call him Draco? We do not call him that."

//I'm pretty sure that's what you called him in your dream, if I remember correctly.//

"That was a fricken dream! It doesn't mean anything. It's not real."

//No? Then what's that mess in your lap?//

Harry looked down at his front.

"Shit."

Harry was very irritated. Wet dreams were things you were supposed to have when you were tucked in your own bed and free to clean up in the shower afterwards. Not when you were tied to a chair in the commons room with no pants on. Harry struggled for a while to get the skirt he was wearing to cover himself up at bit, but with his hands tied above his head and the odd position he was sitting in, he merely managed to get the skirt even higher up around his chest.

"Fuck!" Harry yelled in exasperation.

//I know, it's frustrating, isn't it? All tied up and no one to appreciate it.//

"Oh. My. God! I know you're supposed to be my subconscious and all, but I swear I don't know you anymore!"

//Oh please, just because you're in denial doesn't mean I have to be!//

"I am not in denial!"

//So then you're prepared to admit that you really wouldn't mind if Draco showed up right now and gave you an encore of last night!?//

"Oh please! Draco's and arrogant conceited bastard and the very last thing I want is an encore of last night!"

//Really? Then answer this. Are you so upset with Draco just because he's and irritating twit or is it because you're upset that he left you tied up here without giving you a goodnight kiss?//

"I…I just think he's a twit, I don't want him to kiss me. That's gross."

//You honestly believe that kissing Draco would be gross?//

"Yes, now shut up."

//So last night when you closed your eyes in order to let him kiss you, you were really thinking 'god, I hope he doesn't kiss me, that would be gross'?//

"Yes, something like that. Now shut up!"

//And just now you dreamt about kissing Draco and you woke up with cum all over your lap because the thought of kissing Draco is "Gross"?//

"Yes! Shut Up!"

//And in the aforementioned dream you said that you loved Draco because the thought of kissing him is, and I quote, "gross"?//

"Would you just Sod The Fuck Off!!!"

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Potter!"

"May the earth open up and swallow me whole right now!" Harry looked expectantly up at the sky as if angels might possibly descend and rescue him from his worst nightmare of being discovered alone in the Gryffindor commons room tied to a chair with a girls dress shoved up around his chest and a lapful of his own cum by none other than Minerva Macgonnagal.

Seeing that there was no rescue at hand, Harry decided that turning a brilliant shade of beetroot red would be the appropriate thing to do given the immediate situation.

"You see, Professor, I can explain…"

"I assure you, Mr. Potter, that I have no intensions of ever learning what sort of sick thought process would lead a teenage boy to put himself in such an…erm…compromising position."

Harry noticed that Macgonagal was also a bright shade of red and here eyes seemed unable to break contact with his little boy bits.

"Ahem," Harry cleared his throat and pulled his legs up towards his chest in an attempt to retain at least a bit of his decency.

Macgonagal currently looked heavenwards hoping that anyone might save her from her misery of realizing that she just checked out The-Boy-Who-Lived.

"Well, the thing is professor…I really hate to put you out any, but I can't reach my wand and my hands are magically tied to this chair. So if you could possibly…?"

"Oh, yes of course. Finite Incantatem," Macgonagal muttered with a wave of her wand, finally releasing Harry and allowing him to thus cover himself up.

The two of them stared nervously at anything but each other for a while.

"Umm…I think we can simply forget this every happened," Macgonagal finally suggested.

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea."

"Right then."

"Okay…"

"So…I'll be leaving." A considerably dazed and still very red Macgonagall finally turned around and left.

"Holy Fuck…" was all Harry could think of to say once he was left alone.

//My sentiments exactly//

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At the other side of Hogwarts down in the dungeons Draco wandered aimlessly in circles. Back and forth through the commons room, up and down the stairs, and even round and round the couch for a while. It was the most inconceivable notion, but the fact was, Draco was bored and lonely.

"Fuck," Draco muttered to the empty room. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck."

This was definitely a first for Draco. He had always reveled in the moments when he could be alone, constantly hiding in his room, drawing the curtains of his bed closed around him and being perfectly content not to talk to a soul for hours at a time. He was quite frankly used to being alone, there being no one at Malfoy Manor to amuse him besides his parents. So it made no sense to him at all that he should currently find himself bored. The real problem was that he considered it entirely beneath him to admit that he was bored, so he really wasn't about to go and find someone to hang out with, that would be confessing that he was less than perfect.

Hey, Draco, do you mind? The boys and I got together and took a vote and well, we all want you to kill yourself.

"Hmph, what's new? So what did I do wrong this time?"

Well for starters, we're all dizzy and want you to stop walking in circles

"Oh sorry." Draco stopped circling the couch and sat down.

Thank you! All right then. Basically, we're all upset about the incident with Harry

"What!? Even the new guy! It was all his idea I swear!"

Yeah, well that's not what he's saying. Evidently you veered away from the script a bit

"What did I do wrong?"

Well, he really enjoyed the fucking bit and he says he was really impressed with your improvisation with the blow job. But the thing is, he's really mad at you about the end

"The end?"

Yeah, when you punched him. I don't think the new guy's gonna forgive you anytime soon for that one, and frankly the rest of us are not sure that we're altogether happy about it either

"What was I supposed to do then?"

Frankly, we were all kind of hoping you were gonna kiss him

"WHAT!? You can't all think that can you!? I mean, what about voice number four, he can't possibly have wanted me to kiss Harry!"

Well here's the thing. It's true that we weren't all sure about the whole thing after the blow job incident, but, well, after you fucked the kid, we were all really getting into it, even number four. And we were pretty disappointed when you didn't kiss him

"I can't believe this! All five of my voices have gone mad! Have you all failed to notice the fact that I'm not even gay!? Why on earth would I want to kiss Harry?"

In response Draco was greeted by all five of the voices in his head laughing at him.

"What is this!? Stop laughing at me! Stop it! I'm serious!"

Heh heh, sorry man, but that was just too funny 'I'm not even gay' oh god, that was just too funny. Okay, okay, I've stopped laughing. Whew!

"Look you guys, you may outnumber me five to one, but this is still my head, so I'm still in charge around here and I WILL NOT BE LAUGHED AT!!!!"

Hey, I said I was sorry! You just can't go around telling hilarious jokes like that and expect us not to laugh!

"It wasn't a joke, I was deadly serious."

Whoa man. I know you're a Slytherin and all and you're raised to lie from the day you were born, but lying to yourself like that is just wrong

"I'm not lying! What is wrong with you guys?"

Hey there's nothing wrong with us! You're the one fucked up in the head, so you just leave us out of it!

"I beg your pardon! If there's anything wrong with my head it's because you guys are in it!"

Well you don't have to be like that! We're only trying to help, but if you don't want our help, fine, we're out of here

At that Draco was alone once again without even the voices in his head to keep him company.

"Well Fuck…"

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