Author's Note: Again I must proclaim I don't own Harry Potter, I just use
his body. I must congratulate J.K. Rowling for being the master mind behind
these wonderful books, so she gets paid for it *mumbles*. Ah, I don't mind!
It gives me great pleasure writing these! So, I must warn people who
accidentally found this story, there will be boy gay male smut scrapped
through out the book. OK, so the story is doused in it, get over it. So,
Please enjoy, takes off you clothes, and leave a review if you like!
Chapter One, Part Two , Making Dreams
Draco woke up breathing heavily with a trace of a smile on his face. Shivering when a cool breeze blew through the dorm, Draco began searching for his blankets. After sitting up and a bit of exploration, Draco found his sheets crumpled up on the ground around his bed. Sighing, Draco rested his head in his hands. Why was he having these dreams? He never expected this to happen after he took the dreams potion. He read and re- read everyday the summary of the potions after effects...
"... will expose your most secret desires to you through dreams. You'll you walk through and live in the world you desire. Dreams can show you everything, things you didn't even know you want, be warned..."
Draco had taken the potion thinking it would offer some sort of escape. Escape from a world with everyday battles, never ending wars. Instead of giving Draco his dream world though, a freedom, it only built a matching prison for his mind to go along with his body. Now not only did he have to face a world succumbing a bit more every day to the battles of Voldermont vs. the world, he had to do it with out a decent nights rest. Even worse, now he didn't know what side he was on. None of Draco's thoughts or actions were stable, thats why he had taken the potion. Hoping that it would give him something stable, something Draco could own. Something only Draco wanted, and only Draco had.
Draco owned these dreams, even if they were slowly tearing away at him. One was allowed to make his own potion, and Draco guessed he had. But why were his dreams about Harry. About Harry in that way.Why was it turning out in every dream all Draco wanted was to make Potter happy, filled. Loved? Hadn't Draco taken the potion for himself, for his own needs? Then why did it seem every damn night he lived for that bloody git Potter?
Draco's tongue flickered over his front teeth, deep in thought. What was that taste, copper? Draco lifted his fingers to his mouth, pulling them away to see his fingertips colored to match the darkness of night. Blood? Draco jumped up, running towards the bath room. Pushing open the door, Draco was temporarily blinded by the always left on fluorescent lights. Damn loose tiles, Draco thought as his toe struck against one as Draco stumbled towards the sink. Checking his reflection in the mirror, Draco was puzzled by the fact his mouth didn't seem to have any wounds. Then he remembered,
"Potter, I bite Potter..."
But that was just a dream, Draco angrily added in an after thought. Padding silently back to bed, Draco tried to push the the thoughts out of his head. He'd made Potter so happy, " no, don't think like that," Draco cursed him self inwardly.
"but he was so beautiful..."
No, I don't need him... I must go on as always, by myself...
I don't need love...
Potter...
(will add chapter two very very soon.I just have to type it on the computer, oi. Hope you enjoyed this.If you feel like it, leave a review. Thank you, Joy)
Chapter One, Part Two , Making Dreams
Draco woke up breathing heavily with a trace of a smile on his face. Shivering when a cool breeze blew through the dorm, Draco began searching for his blankets. After sitting up and a bit of exploration, Draco found his sheets crumpled up on the ground around his bed. Sighing, Draco rested his head in his hands. Why was he having these dreams? He never expected this to happen after he took the dreams potion. He read and re- read everyday the summary of the potions after effects...
"... will expose your most secret desires to you through dreams. You'll you walk through and live in the world you desire. Dreams can show you everything, things you didn't even know you want, be warned..."
Draco had taken the potion thinking it would offer some sort of escape. Escape from a world with everyday battles, never ending wars. Instead of giving Draco his dream world though, a freedom, it only built a matching prison for his mind to go along with his body. Now not only did he have to face a world succumbing a bit more every day to the battles of Voldermont vs. the world, he had to do it with out a decent nights rest. Even worse, now he didn't know what side he was on. None of Draco's thoughts or actions were stable, thats why he had taken the potion. Hoping that it would give him something stable, something Draco could own. Something only Draco wanted, and only Draco had.
Draco owned these dreams, even if they were slowly tearing away at him. One was allowed to make his own potion, and Draco guessed he had. But why were his dreams about Harry. About Harry in that way.Why was it turning out in every dream all Draco wanted was to make Potter happy, filled. Loved? Hadn't Draco taken the potion for himself, for his own needs? Then why did it seem every damn night he lived for that bloody git Potter?
Draco's tongue flickered over his front teeth, deep in thought. What was that taste, copper? Draco lifted his fingers to his mouth, pulling them away to see his fingertips colored to match the darkness of night. Blood? Draco jumped up, running towards the bath room. Pushing open the door, Draco was temporarily blinded by the always left on fluorescent lights. Damn loose tiles, Draco thought as his toe struck against one as Draco stumbled towards the sink. Checking his reflection in the mirror, Draco was puzzled by the fact his mouth didn't seem to have any wounds. Then he remembered,
"Potter, I bite Potter..."
But that was just a dream, Draco angrily added in an after thought. Padding silently back to bed, Draco tried to push the the thoughts out of his head. He'd made Potter so happy, " no, don't think like that," Draco cursed him self inwardly.
"but he was so beautiful..."
No, I don't need him... I must go on as always, by myself...
I don't need love...
Potter...
(will add chapter two very very soon.I just have to type it on the computer, oi. Hope you enjoyed this.If you feel like it, leave a review. Thank you, Joy)