Author's Note: Once again I must admit my failure to the world. I do not
own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. Go read the books if you want the real
thing. I , on the other hand, just enjoy the stories, and am capable of
finding joy in every form of Harry Potter. Maybe you as well, so read fan
fictions, enjoy, maybe with some take off your pants O.o, well go on.....
Chapter Three, Falling into Sleep
The day continued with out too many Draco encounters. Even though lately bumping into Draco in the hallways , or being on the receiving end of a glare and smirk wasn't so bad. Instead of walking away from these encounters with Draco feeling less than human, Harry felt more alive. Harry lived for those small moments in which Draco gave him special attention, ever if it was viewed as cruel. Harry focused more on the point that Draco thought of him. Almost like Harry was holding his breath, waiting for Draco to allow him to breath.
Harry managed to change the topic when ever his friends brought up the subject of his wounds. It's not like he could simply tell them they came from dreams. Harry didn't need to try to put more doubt in people's minds that he was sane.
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Harry walked into the dorm bathroom carrying his towel and pajamas under the crook of his arm. Turning around after locking the door behind him, Harry walked over to the shower stalls. Placing his towel and night clothes over the shower rack, Harry stepped out of his well worn converses. Harry pulled his shirt up over his head, ruffling his hair into his eyes.
Harry scratched down his stomach as he sat down on one of the benches. Closing his eyes, he laid back across the bench, placing his feet on either side. Harry wriggled into a comfortable position, placing his hands over his eyes.
It was dangerous for Harry to close his eyes lately. If he wasn't dreaming then he was going over what had happened in his dreams. There was no escape from thoughts of Draco, once he closed his eyes, there Draco was. Touching him, kissing him.... and only in Harry's mind, he thought, loving him. Loving Harry.
Harry's hands traced along the same path down his stomach which Draco had done in the previous dream. His hands awakening the same feelings and physical reaction Draco had. Harry's hands mimicked Draco's light, feathery touches across his stomach, down over his thighs. But Harry couldn't do the things Draco had done to him. Draco had brought passion into Harry, over whelming needs. It wasn't the same when Harry did this, wasn't enough now for Harry to pleasure himself. Lately his body demanded Draco, Draco or nothing.
Harry sighed, opening his eyes, pulling his hands back up to rest on the bench by his sides. Harry pushed him self up on the bench. His head fell forward into his hands, his elbows resting against the wooden bench.
Throwing his legs over to the side of the bench, Harry stood up into a stretch. Harry pulled off his glasses, rubbing his now unfocussed eyes. Harry half blindly continued undressing, leaving his clothes in a pile on the ground. Harry walked into the shower, his hands stretched in front of him reaching for the nozzles. Harry turned the water all the way over to cold, letting the water fall full upon his body. Calming Harry's lust as Harry struggled to allow the water to cleanse his thoughts. It wasn't right to feel like this about some one, Harry thought. " It's so wrong,", his thoughts continued,"its like my soul is tarnished. I'm filthy..."
" I'm being so weak, letting some one get to me like this. Especially that some one being Draco. Is Draco worth all my spare thoughts. Am I good enough for Draco?"
Harry sighed, reaching up to slowly turn the nozzle to warm. Harry wrapped his arms around his chest, only shivering once he realized how cold his skin was to the touch. Harry could feel his heart beat through his chest. He couldn't help wonder if he was in control of his heart and emotions anymore. More importantly, if he ever had been.
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Draco pulled his night pants up, drawing the strings into a knot. Noting how warm and stuffy the castle was lately, Draco decided against wearing his night shirt. Draco sat down in bed on top of his sheets. Pulling the curtains shut around his bed, Draco quickly said good night to the others preparing for bed.
Falling back into his bed, the sheets formed a semi glove around him. Draco ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes, shutting out the night to allow his own darkness to come. It wouldn't be long until he begun dreaming...
Draco stepped into the unknown bathroom anxiously. He couldn't see anything, steam was in the air all around him. Suddenly Draco worried about walking around Hogwarts half dressed, but the thought was pushed out of his head when he heard a strange noise. Some one was crying just a few feet away.
Draco followed the cries through the steam, relieved that the bathroom was made the same way as Slytherins. Draco turned into the shower stall where who ever was crying seemed to be. Draco walked blindly in to the stall until he came upon a small frame huddled against the shower wall.
"Potter?"
(chapter three to be continued. yes, I want you to hate me, mm, yeah, like that. hehe, sorry, i'm weird.....) please review, it makes me feel wonderful
Chapter Three, Falling into Sleep
The day continued with out too many Draco encounters. Even though lately bumping into Draco in the hallways , or being on the receiving end of a glare and smirk wasn't so bad. Instead of walking away from these encounters with Draco feeling less than human, Harry felt more alive. Harry lived for those small moments in which Draco gave him special attention, ever if it was viewed as cruel. Harry focused more on the point that Draco thought of him. Almost like Harry was holding his breath, waiting for Draco to allow him to breath.
Harry managed to change the topic when ever his friends brought up the subject of his wounds. It's not like he could simply tell them they came from dreams. Harry didn't need to try to put more doubt in people's minds that he was sane.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harry walked into the dorm bathroom carrying his towel and pajamas under the crook of his arm. Turning around after locking the door behind him, Harry walked over to the shower stalls. Placing his towel and night clothes over the shower rack, Harry stepped out of his well worn converses. Harry pulled his shirt up over his head, ruffling his hair into his eyes.
Harry scratched down his stomach as he sat down on one of the benches. Closing his eyes, he laid back across the bench, placing his feet on either side. Harry wriggled into a comfortable position, placing his hands over his eyes.
It was dangerous for Harry to close his eyes lately. If he wasn't dreaming then he was going over what had happened in his dreams. There was no escape from thoughts of Draco, once he closed his eyes, there Draco was. Touching him, kissing him.... and only in Harry's mind, he thought, loving him. Loving Harry.
Harry's hands traced along the same path down his stomach which Draco had done in the previous dream. His hands awakening the same feelings and physical reaction Draco had. Harry's hands mimicked Draco's light, feathery touches across his stomach, down over his thighs. But Harry couldn't do the things Draco had done to him. Draco had brought passion into Harry, over whelming needs. It wasn't the same when Harry did this, wasn't enough now for Harry to pleasure himself. Lately his body demanded Draco, Draco or nothing.
Harry sighed, opening his eyes, pulling his hands back up to rest on the bench by his sides. Harry pushed him self up on the bench. His head fell forward into his hands, his elbows resting against the wooden bench.
Throwing his legs over to the side of the bench, Harry stood up into a stretch. Harry pulled off his glasses, rubbing his now unfocussed eyes. Harry half blindly continued undressing, leaving his clothes in a pile on the ground. Harry walked into the shower, his hands stretched in front of him reaching for the nozzles. Harry turned the water all the way over to cold, letting the water fall full upon his body. Calming Harry's lust as Harry struggled to allow the water to cleanse his thoughts. It wasn't right to feel like this about some one, Harry thought. " It's so wrong,", his thoughts continued,"its like my soul is tarnished. I'm filthy..."
" I'm being so weak, letting some one get to me like this. Especially that some one being Draco. Is Draco worth all my spare thoughts. Am I good enough for Draco?"
Harry sighed, reaching up to slowly turn the nozzle to warm. Harry wrapped his arms around his chest, only shivering once he realized how cold his skin was to the touch. Harry could feel his heart beat through his chest. He couldn't help wonder if he was in control of his heart and emotions anymore. More importantly, if he ever had been.
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Draco pulled his night pants up, drawing the strings into a knot. Noting how warm and stuffy the castle was lately, Draco decided against wearing his night shirt. Draco sat down in bed on top of his sheets. Pulling the curtains shut around his bed, Draco quickly said good night to the others preparing for bed.
Falling back into his bed, the sheets formed a semi glove around him. Draco ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes, shutting out the night to allow his own darkness to come. It wouldn't be long until he begun dreaming...
Draco stepped into the unknown bathroom anxiously. He couldn't see anything, steam was in the air all around him. Suddenly Draco worried about walking around Hogwarts half dressed, but the thought was pushed out of his head when he heard a strange noise. Some one was crying just a few feet away.
Draco followed the cries through the steam, relieved that the bathroom was made the same way as Slytherins. Draco turned into the shower stall where who ever was crying seemed to be. Draco walked blindly in to the stall until he came upon a small frame huddled against the shower wall.
"Potter?"
(chapter three to be continued. yes, I want you to hate me, mm, yeah, like that. hehe, sorry, i'm weird.....) please review, it makes me feel wonderful