DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black,
Bellatrix Black or any other of the characters used. They are the sole
property of Joanne Kathleen Rowling, Bloomsbury Books and Warner Bros. This
is a work of Fanfiction - some of the personalities may be different, but I
cannot stress the importance of the fact that this is nothing to do with
the Harry Potter series by JK Rowling, so do not compare it with her work
and/ or writing style.
Thanks to Lyn and BlackLadyofDoom for their reviews.
Pairings: Harry/Draco. Rated 'R' for strong language and sexual depictions later in the story - not suitable for persons under 17 years of age.
Alexei Noire xXx
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Two: The Atypical Reverie~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The figure positioned itself over Harry and grunted slightly, grinding its hips against his. It moved closer to Harry's face, giving off the scent of Musk from its body and kissed his cheek. Harry let out a shuddering breath, as he lay motionless, shocked by this sudden onslaught. And then the person nibbled Harry's ear affectionately and whispered in an unmistakeably masculine voice.
"I...love...thee," it said with such unctuousness.
Harry gagged on his own saliva and made to push the person off him, but found that he was pushing no one, and that he had woken up to the flourishing excitement of the Gryffindor boys Sixth Year dormitory.
The voices of Dean and Seamus met his ears, and he looked frantically round his four-poster bed for any sign of the person that had been lying on top of him but to no avail. Harry was quite frightened now - this dream was a real eye opener, and he was not sure whether there was supposed to be any meaning in it, but what he did know was that Herbology was in ten minutes and he had only just woken up.
With incredible haste, Harry dressed and went down to the Great Hall - at the almost empty Gryffindor table and wolfed down some toast and pumpkin juice. He only just made it to Herbology, where he sat down next to Ron and Hermione at their Carmina Vulgaris plant.
"Where the bloody hell have you been?" Ron asked, pruning the plant.
Harry wheezed slightly and rested his head in his hands at the table.
"I just overslept is all," he muttered, picking up some shears and starting to hack off the bushy parts of the Carmina Vulgaris.
"Well, we're pruning this plant today," Hermione said, "and then we have to re-pot it later - but it needs to be left in two hours of sunlight before we pick the fruit off next lesson."
Harry nodded impartially and proceeded in cutting off the weedy parts of the plant. He needed to tell someone about this dream - it was only one dream, but it was so powerful that Harry was convinced it meant something. He could not talk to Ron about this - he just wouldn't understand. Hermione was the way to go, and he needed to catch her alone to explain this all.
"Right class," Professor Sprout declared, "That'll be all for today, but next lesson the fruit will be picked for the Sharpness Potions."
There was a flurry of activity as the class made to pack all their stuff away before their next lesson.
"Hey Harry, you done your Divination homework?" Ron asked, slinging his satchel over his shoulder.
"Umm, no," he replied preoccupied, "I'll...err catch up with you in a mo' I just need to ask Hermione something about our uhh Potions essay."
Harry ran over to Hermione's back as she made her way up to Arithmancy.
"Hey Hermione!"
She turned abruptly to face her friend and frowned in a puzzled manner.
"Hi Harry - what's up?"
"I need to talk to you," he replied.
"Well I've got Arithmancy at the moment, Harry."
"Fine, meet me by the lake at lunch time," he said with determination on his face, "See ya!"
And he ran back over to Ron to make their way to Divination together.
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"So what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Hermione asked her friend, with crossed arm walking round the lake.
Harry sighed.
"This isn't easy, Hermione," he said, looking forwards with his hands in his pockets.
"Just tell me, I promise I'll still be your friend no matter what."
"Promise?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
"Promise," she replied, looking back into his emerald eyes.
"Right, well I've been having these dreams."
"What kind of dreams?"
"They're these dreams that only lads get," he said, now looking down at the ground nervously, "One of THOSE dreams."
"Oh...OH!" Hermione's eyes widened as she nodded to urge him to continue.
"Well I had one last night," he said, stopping and facing Hermione, "And there was a lad in it."
Hermione paused, not sure what to think.
"Well?" Harry asked.
"Is that it?" she laughed, "Harry I don't think one dream about sex with another bloke would mean anything."
Harry shrugged, "But what if it does? I can't lie by saying that I've never questioned my sexuality - because I have."
Hermione gagged slightly and stumbled on a rock.
"Y-You have?" she enquired with surprise.
"Well... yeah. I mean I've always wondered what sodomy feels like, and the time that I kissed Oliver Wood -."
"YOU WHAT?"
"It was in our Third Year, after we'd won the Quidditch Cup - he snogged me full on the lips."
Hermione was looking quite scared now and muttered, "Oliver's gay?"
"Nah, I seriously doubt it," Harry said, "he just got caught up in the moment was all."
Hermione sighed and sat down at the edge of the lake, looking its fathomless waters.
"But there's no one you fancy at the moment is there?" she asked.
Harry sat down next to his friend and put a reassuring arm around her.
"Actually there is - but it's really stupid and I don't know where these feelings even came from."
Hermione looked up at him and tilted her head questioningly with a frown.
"I-I think I fancy Draco Malfoy."
Hermione scoffed derisively.
"Are you bloody serious?" she asked with a disgusted look on her face.
"I know it's the most ridiculous thing like ever - but I have feelings for him that I seriously cannot explain."
Hermione stood up suddenly.
"Harry I reckon you're going through a phase - I don't think you're gay and I don't think you fancy Draco Malfoy of all people. I mean he is SUCH a scumbag Harry!"
"Hermione!"
"No, seriously Harry I don't know why you even bothered to tell me this - you know how much I hate Malfoy, and now you go and tell me you wanna feel him up!"
Harry was speechless and stuttered slightly as his friend strode off back to the castle in a huff.
"I thought I could rely on you, Hermione," Harry said in soliloquy.
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Please Review with your thoughts and feelings towards this story.
As I have said before, I do not mind flames but keep in mind the fact that if you do not like a story, there's no point in reviewing it is there? So think before you review.
Alexei Noire xXx
Thanks to Lyn and BlackLadyofDoom for their reviews.
Pairings: Harry/Draco. Rated 'R' for strong language and sexual depictions later in the story - not suitable for persons under 17 years of age.
Alexei Noire xXx
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Two: The Atypical Reverie~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The figure positioned itself over Harry and grunted slightly, grinding its hips against his. It moved closer to Harry's face, giving off the scent of Musk from its body and kissed his cheek. Harry let out a shuddering breath, as he lay motionless, shocked by this sudden onslaught. And then the person nibbled Harry's ear affectionately and whispered in an unmistakeably masculine voice.
"I...love...thee," it said with such unctuousness.
Harry gagged on his own saliva and made to push the person off him, but found that he was pushing no one, and that he had woken up to the flourishing excitement of the Gryffindor boys Sixth Year dormitory.
The voices of Dean and Seamus met his ears, and he looked frantically round his four-poster bed for any sign of the person that had been lying on top of him but to no avail. Harry was quite frightened now - this dream was a real eye opener, and he was not sure whether there was supposed to be any meaning in it, but what he did know was that Herbology was in ten minutes and he had only just woken up.
With incredible haste, Harry dressed and went down to the Great Hall - at the almost empty Gryffindor table and wolfed down some toast and pumpkin juice. He only just made it to Herbology, where he sat down next to Ron and Hermione at their Carmina Vulgaris plant.
"Where the bloody hell have you been?" Ron asked, pruning the plant.
Harry wheezed slightly and rested his head in his hands at the table.
"I just overslept is all," he muttered, picking up some shears and starting to hack off the bushy parts of the Carmina Vulgaris.
"Well, we're pruning this plant today," Hermione said, "and then we have to re-pot it later - but it needs to be left in two hours of sunlight before we pick the fruit off next lesson."
Harry nodded impartially and proceeded in cutting off the weedy parts of the plant. He needed to tell someone about this dream - it was only one dream, but it was so powerful that Harry was convinced it meant something. He could not talk to Ron about this - he just wouldn't understand. Hermione was the way to go, and he needed to catch her alone to explain this all.
"Right class," Professor Sprout declared, "That'll be all for today, but next lesson the fruit will be picked for the Sharpness Potions."
There was a flurry of activity as the class made to pack all their stuff away before their next lesson.
"Hey Harry, you done your Divination homework?" Ron asked, slinging his satchel over his shoulder.
"Umm, no," he replied preoccupied, "I'll...err catch up with you in a mo' I just need to ask Hermione something about our uhh Potions essay."
Harry ran over to Hermione's back as she made her way up to Arithmancy.
"Hey Hermione!"
She turned abruptly to face her friend and frowned in a puzzled manner.
"Hi Harry - what's up?"
"I need to talk to you," he replied.
"Well I've got Arithmancy at the moment, Harry."
"Fine, meet me by the lake at lunch time," he said with determination on his face, "See ya!"
And he ran back over to Ron to make their way to Divination together.
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"So what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Hermione asked her friend, with crossed arm walking round the lake.
Harry sighed.
"This isn't easy, Hermione," he said, looking forwards with his hands in his pockets.
"Just tell me, I promise I'll still be your friend no matter what."
"Promise?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
"Promise," she replied, looking back into his emerald eyes.
"Right, well I've been having these dreams."
"What kind of dreams?"
"They're these dreams that only lads get," he said, now looking down at the ground nervously, "One of THOSE dreams."
"Oh...OH!" Hermione's eyes widened as she nodded to urge him to continue.
"Well I had one last night," he said, stopping and facing Hermione, "And there was a lad in it."
Hermione paused, not sure what to think.
"Well?" Harry asked.
"Is that it?" she laughed, "Harry I don't think one dream about sex with another bloke would mean anything."
Harry shrugged, "But what if it does? I can't lie by saying that I've never questioned my sexuality - because I have."
Hermione gagged slightly and stumbled on a rock.
"Y-You have?" she enquired with surprise.
"Well... yeah. I mean I've always wondered what sodomy feels like, and the time that I kissed Oliver Wood -."
"YOU WHAT?"
"It was in our Third Year, after we'd won the Quidditch Cup - he snogged me full on the lips."
Hermione was looking quite scared now and muttered, "Oliver's gay?"
"Nah, I seriously doubt it," Harry said, "he just got caught up in the moment was all."
Hermione sighed and sat down at the edge of the lake, looking its fathomless waters.
"But there's no one you fancy at the moment is there?" she asked.
Harry sat down next to his friend and put a reassuring arm around her.
"Actually there is - but it's really stupid and I don't know where these feelings even came from."
Hermione looked up at him and tilted her head questioningly with a frown.
"I-I think I fancy Draco Malfoy."
Hermione scoffed derisively.
"Are you bloody serious?" she asked with a disgusted look on her face.
"I know it's the most ridiculous thing like ever - but I have feelings for him that I seriously cannot explain."
Hermione stood up suddenly.
"Harry I reckon you're going through a phase - I don't think you're gay and I don't think you fancy Draco Malfoy of all people. I mean he is SUCH a scumbag Harry!"
"Hermione!"
"No, seriously Harry I don't know why you even bothered to tell me this - you know how much I hate Malfoy, and now you go and tell me you wanna feel him up!"
Harry was speechless and stuttered slightly as his friend strode off back to the castle in a huff.
"I thought I could rely on you, Hermione," Harry said in soliloquy.
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Please Review with your thoughts and feelings towards this story.
As I have said before, I do not mind flames but keep in mind the fact that if you do not like a story, there's no point in reviewing it is there? So think before you review.
Alexei Noire xXx