Disclaimer: Surprisingly enough I do not own Harry Potter, I own none of
the Characters except those who do not feature in the books (duh). Mostly,
that's just the new girl . . .
Warning: This will contain slash, here's a hint, if you don't like it . . . don't read it!
Rating: R (I think - it might not be that good yet but I wanted to be on the safe side. . .
Title: Sweet Dreams
Author: Dodo
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Chapter 9
It was a dark outside. Even the moon was hidden behind thick, black clouds. Looking out of the window he could see nothing but darkness. But he wasn't outside. He wasn't being engulfed by the heavy night.
Safe inside the classroom, he turned away from the window.
Sat beside him was another body. He could feel the warm weight of a hand, resting peacefully on his lap and noticed that his too was in a similar position.
He slid closer to his comrade and felt the hand at the top of his thigh move slightly and he let out a slight moan.
The space between the two quickly disintegrated as the lust that flowed between them became more and more heated. The passion in his body was rapidly rising and he ached for more contact.
Straddling his midnight lover, he felt the heavy breathing on the nape of his neck hasten in expectancy of what was to come.
In a rush of fervent desire he cradled the other person's head in his hands and caressed willing lips with his own. The kiss was desperate, impatient, and soon the two had established a pulsating rhythm with their grinding hips and roaming hands. He was briefly aware that his top had been removed somewhere along the line but right then, in that moment, all he could think about was that he was kissing the most beautiful person in the world. Never had he been happier than he was now.
He noticed then a slight pressure at the top of his leg. It was becoming gradually more noticeable and he shivered with the delight of knowing that he had the power to fill his lover with such ecstasy at the slightest touch.
His finger traced a line down the centre of the smooth chest, pausing briefly to circle the belly button. Undoing a pair of jeans, he slipped his hand into a pair of soft, cotton pants and took his lover's erection in his hand. Stroking it gently along its length, he felt the body beneath his quiver with excitement.
As his gestures became more and more frantic, hungrier, he could hear an uncontrolled panting next to his head as a wet tongue run along the edge of his ear and he felt a gentle nibble on his earlobe. The nibbling however turned into ravenous biting as the man was pushed closer and closer to his edge.
Upon hearing the piercing scream and feeling the warm liquid in his hand, he relaxed into welcoming arms and simply lay there.
Draco Malfoy awoke with a start. Looking at the clock, he noticed that the time was little passed 4 am.
The dreams were becoming more involved, more frequent and more desperate. He had no idea what to do about them. He didn't even know who the other man was!
When he thought back to the pleasures he experienced in his dreams he felt a warm tingling between his legs. But it was not all fun and games. The scream of his lover's release was so full of unfulfilled desire and concealed pain that it haunted the young Slytherin, not allowing him a moment's peace. But there was nothing to be done, no way until the face in the darkness reveals it's self could Draco be with his lover in the flesh, be able to hold his hand and whisper sweet nothings in his ear.
He groaned. What was there do be done?
A dull thud could be heard echoing around the Hufflepuff tunnels as Crystal Rose fell out of bed. She opened her sleep filled eyes and looked round the room. Everyone else had gone.
Her normally silky looking hair was matted and falling all over her face, she had dark bags under her eyes and there was a glazed over expression inhabiting her face. All in all, Crystal did not look her best. She most certainly was not a morning person!
Looking at the clock she could see that she had over slept a little. She had missed breakfast by over an hour but luckily she didn't have any lessons this morning.
Grumbling slightly, the young girl picked herself up and staggered over to her chest to pick out some clothes. She dressed herself in a pale blue, summery skirt with a delicate floral pattern that came to slightly above her knees. She then chose a black vest top with Chinese symbols embroidered elegantly on the front in a blue that complimented her skirt perfectly. She picked her robe up off of the chair she had carelessly hung it over the night before and slipped it on over her clothes.
Walking over to the dresser, she caught a glimpse of a piece of white paper with her name written on it. She picked it up and folded it out.
'Crystal,' it read, 'sorry we all left, we did try to wake you up but you're a sound sleeper! We've gone down to breakfast. See you there? Love from Nicola.'
Oops, guess not. She laughed to herself and began to unpack. She hadn't had much time to get herself sorted last night, what with the date and everything. The date! She grinned to herself as the memories of the previous evening came flooding back to her. It had been so wonderful!
She had been almost half an hour late meeting him; it had been so embarrassing. There was fashionably late, and then there was just plain rude. He hadn't seemed to mind though, he had just seemed glad that she had turned up, like he half expected her to stand him up. She had been slightly offended by that, but then she remembered that her late entrance might not have helped the situation.
After the late start, he showed her all around the castle. Well, not all around because that would have taken forever and, as he had told her, there were places that even he didn't know how to get to. Figures, she had thought, an old castle like this is bound to have secret passageways and rooms that not even the headmaster would know about.
After a while, they had gone out to the lake. They had sat there for what seemed like hours, just talking. He was a really lovely person and a good listener. They had talked about anything and everything. He had even explained to her some of those words she didn't know. Chocolate frogs she now knew were frog shaped chocolates that were charmed to jump as if the were alive. He had promised to get her some next time they were in Hogsmede.
Durmstrang she now knew was another school like Hogwarts, but with a slightly worse reputation. He didn't have a clue who the Marauders were, but when she asked about Death Eaters his eyes filled with pain and she could tell that it was a tender subject. She had quickly changed the subject and they continued as they were before.
He had walked her back to the greenhouse and then walked back to the castle, but not before the two had exchanged a heart-warming kiss. It was so soft and gentle and caring that Crystal knew that he felt the same for her as she felt for him. She needn't worry about this being a one-time fling.
After she had arranged her belongings in a pile on her dressing table (tidiness had never been one of Crystal's strong points) she decided to take a short shower. She preferred to take her time in showers and baths, but today she felt an exception was necessary, seeing as how she had already got up late.
She took her shower in record time then made herself look respectful for the day ahead; all in just under fifteen minuets!
Warning: This will contain slash, here's a hint, if you don't like it . . . don't read it!
Rating: R (I think - it might not be that good yet but I wanted to be on the safe side. . .
Title: Sweet Dreams
Author: Dodo
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~
Chapter 9
It was a dark outside. Even the moon was hidden behind thick, black clouds. Looking out of the window he could see nothing but darkness. But he wasn't outside. He wasn't being engulfed by the heavy night.
Safe inside the classroom, he turned away from the window.
Sat beside him was another body. He could feel the warm weight of a hand, resting peacefully on his lap and noticed that his too was in a similar position.
He slid closer to his comrade and felt the hand at the top of his thigh move slightly and he let out a slight moan.
The space between the two quickly disintegrated as the lust that flowed between them became more and more heated. The passion in his body was rapidly rising and he ached for more contact.
Straddling his midnight lover, he felt the heavy breathing on the nape of his neck hasten in expectancy of what was to come.
In a rush of fervent desire he cradled the other person's head in his hands and caressed willing lips with his own. The kiss was desperate, impatient, and soon the two had established a pulsating rhythm with their grinding hips and roaming hands. He was briefly aware that his top had been removed somewhere along the line but right then, in that moment, all he could think about was that he was kissing the most beautiful person in the world. Never had he been happier than he was now.
He noticed then a slight pressure at the top of his leg. It was becoming gradually more noticeable and he shivered with the delight of knowing that he had the power to fill his lover with such ecstasy at the slightest touch.
His finger traced a line down the centre of the smooth chest, pausing briefly to circle the belly button. Undoing a pair of jeans, he slipped his hand into a pair of soft, cotton pants and took his lover's erection in his hand. Stroking it gently along its length, he felt the body beneath his quiver with excitement.
As his gestures became more and more frantic, hungrier, he could hear an uncontrolled panting next to his head as a wet tongue run along the edge of his ear and he felt a gentle nibble on his earlobe. The nibbling however turned into ravenous biting as the man was pushed closer and closer to his edge.
Upon hearing the piercing scream and feeling the warm liquid in his hand, he relaxed into welcoming arms and simply lay there.
Draco Malfoy awoke with a start. Looking at the clock, he noticed that the time was little passed 4 am.
The dreams were becoming more involved, more frequent and more desperate. He had no idea what to do about them. He didn't even know who the other man was!
When he thought back to the pleasures he experienced in his dreams he felt a warm tingling between his legs. But it was not all fun and games. The scream of his lover's release was so full of unfulfilled desire and concealed pain that it haunted the young Slytherin, not allowing him a moment's peace. But there was nothing to be done, no way until the face in the darkness reveals it's self could Draco be with his lover in the flesh, be able to hold his hand and whisper sweet nothings in his ear.
He groaned. What was there do be done?
A dull thud could be heard echoing around the Hufflepuff tunnels as Crystal Rose fell out of bed. She opened her sleep filled eyes and looked round the room. Everyone else had gone.
Her normally silky looking hair was matted and falling all over her face, she had dark bags under her eyes and there was a glazed over expression inhabiting her face. All in all, Crystal did not look her best. She most certainly was not a morning person!
Looking at the clock she could see that she had over slept a little. She had missed breakfast by over an hour but luckily she didn't have any lessons this morning.
Grumbling slightly, the young girl picked herself up and staggered over to her chest to pick out some clothes. She dressed herself in a pale blue, summery skirt with a delicate floral pattern that came to slightly above her knees. She then chose a black vest top with Chinese symbols embroidered elegantly on the front in a blue that complimented her skirt perfectly. She picked her robe up off of the chair she had carelessly hung it over the night before and slipped it on over her clothes.
Walking over to the dresser, she caught a glimpse of a piece of white paper with her name written on it. She picked it up and folded it out.
'Crystal,' it read, 'sorry we all left, we did try to wake you up but you're a sound sleeper! We've gone down to breakfast. See you there? Love from Nicola.'
Oops, guess not. She laughed to herself and began to unpack. She hadn't had much time to get herself sorted last night, what with the date and everything. The date! She grinned to herself as the memories of the previous evening came flooding back to her. It had been so wonderful!
She had been almost half an hour late meeting him; it had been so embarrassing. There was fashionably late, and then there was just plain rude. He hadn't seemed to mind though, he had just seemed glad that she had turned up, like he half expected her to stand him up. She had been slightly offended by that, but then she remembered that her late entrance might not have helped the situation.
After the late start, he showed her all around the castle. Well, not all around because that would have taken forever and, as he had told her, there were places that even he didn't know how to get to. Figures, she had thought, an old castle like this is bound to have secret passageways and rooms that not even the headmaster would know about.
After a while, they had gone out to the lake. They had sat there for what seemed like hours, just talking. He was a really lovely person and a good listener. They had talked about anything and everything. He had even explained to her some of those words she didn't know. Chocolate frogs she now knew were frog shaped chocolates that were charmed to jump as if the were alive. He had promised to get her some next time they were in Hogsmede.
Durmstrang she now knew was another school like Hogwarts, but with a slightly worse reputation. He didn't have a clue who the Marauders were, but when she asked about Death Eaters his eyes filled with pain and she could tell that it was a tender subject. She had quickly changed the subject and they continued as they were before.
He had walked her back to the greenhouse and then walked back to the castle, but not before the two had exchanged a heart-warming kiss. It was so soft and gentle and caring that Crystal knew that he felt the same for her as she felt for him. She needn't worry about this being a one-time fling.
After she had arranged her belongings in a pile on her dressing table (tidiness had never been one of Crystal's strong points) she decided to take a short shower. She preferred to take her time in showers and baths, but today she felt an exception was necessary, seeing as how she had already got up late.
She took her shower in record time then made herself look respectful for the day ahead; all in just under fifteen minuets!
