Chapter Five: Draco's Dream
We could go now? Harry's words rang through Draco's mind. I get to have him now! He thought, eagerly, I get to hold him and kiss him! They proceeded to the sixth floor and quietly stole into the room. When they had been in the empty room for no more or less than three seconds, Draco grabbed Harry and pushed him against the wall again. This time he wasted no seconds in talking, or breathing for that matter. All Draco knew was that when he put his lips to Harry's and his tongue in Harry's mouth, he was filled with a sweet bliss that melted him and seeped through every vein. It was sweeter than heroin. But more painful than cutting. It hit him harder than junk did, and coursed faster through his veins. It affected his brain quicker than cocaine. And made him higher than ecstasy or pot could take him.
Trying to be as gentle as he could, but needing Harry so badly his hands were shaking, Draco removed Harry's clothing as Harry removed his. When both were naked, Draco laid down their robes and lowered Harry's shaking body to the floor.
"The world has changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history." Draco quoted from a movie he had seen, that had, in some mysterious way, made him think of Harry. A man with bleach blonde hair and ice blue eyes, and a man with dark hair and gorgeous features in love. Yes, it seemed quite right to him.
Harry lay on his side and Draco kissed his back, and all the way down his spine. He rolled Harry over and put his lips on his burning erection. The sweet juices of Harry's love flowed into his mouth and he moaned in pleasure. Draco moved on top of him and stared into Harry's bottle green eyes. All time had stopped to him. He was no longer conscious of anything... anything but his lover's eyes and movement beneath him.
Over the next few days, Draco and Harry relished the time they had together. Every Potions class was more bearable. And even Care of Magical Creatures, without Hagrid but with the Slytherins, was better. At night they would meet in empty classrooms or bathrooms. Considering that Draco was a prefect, it was often the prefect's bathroom that they used. Draco was surprised by the thoughtful things his lover often did for him. For instance, on his birthday, Harry had made a magnificent cake, filled with Honeydukes sweets. And out-of-the-blue, he would surprise him with things from the Pleasure Box in Hogsmeade. However, Draco knew better than to inquire where his lover got these. When he would ask he would get an affectionate nip on the ear, a wink, and a "I have my ways." He did appreciate them, though.
For three months or so, the relationship went on like this. But Christmas break would soon be around the corner and Draco would be forced to go back to his abusive home. Harry, however, with the rest of the Weasley's and Hermione, was going back to the Burrow. These two things, irritated Draco to a point were he was taking his anger out on Harry. One night while they were sitting in the prefect's bath, not doing anything, Draco let his rage out.
"You shouldn't go back there. I don't want you to." Harry said reference to his home for winter holidays, "If you stay here, I'll stay too."
"I can't. Father would be suspicious."
"Father can go to hell. Just stay here with me. A week without being with you is hard enough, but two weeks?"
"Oh, go to hell, Harry!"
"No thanks."
"Piss off, then! Your fucking dad isn't Lucius Malfoy! Your god-damn father died didn't he? So how the bloody fuck would know what it's like to have a bloody father! Your father never had the chance to introduce you to drugs! You fucking wanker!" Draco grabbed a towel and stood up. Harry was speechless, so he continued, "You don't know the first bloody things about being a Malfoy or actually living! You have had people looking after you your whole god dammed life, haven't you, Perfect Potter! Everyone has to feel sorry for you because your fucking parents were killed and you have to live with filthy Muggles!" Draco stormed out, leaving a shocked Harry behind.
Draco didn't know why he had exploded like that. But everything little thing got under his skin these days. He went to his private room in the Slytherin house, his father had paid a lot of money to get it for him. Draco hated sharing. He soon found himself shooting up and snorting so much that he passed out. His dreams were strange and frightening. He had images of him beating and raping a little boy that looked like him and enjoying it. He had images of him and Harry. But Harry wasn't Harry in these dreams. He was... someone who seemed oddly like his father. And others where Draco was his father, and he was whipping Harry. He dreamed of Lucius finding him holding Harry and screaming, "YOU FILTHY BLOODY FAG! YOU HAVE POISONED THE MALFOY NAME! YOU HAVE PUT YOUR MOTHER AND ME TO SHAME! GET UP, BOY! I'M SORRY THAT YOUR MY SON, YOU DISGUSTING WORM!" Then Draco awoke with a start. The scars on his back stung as if he really had been whipped. It was strange though, because when Draco got into the shower, he noticed that the scars on his back from many whips, were no longer scars... they were gashes.
We could go now? Harry's words rang through Draco's mind. I get to have him now! He thought, eagerly, I get to hold him and kiss him! They proceeded to the sixth floor and quietly stole into the room. When they had been in the empty room for no more or less than three seconds, Draco grabbed Harry and pushed him against the wall again. This time he wasted no seconds in talking, or breathing for that matter. All Draco knew was that when he put his lips to Harry's and his tongue in Harry's mouth, he was filled with a sweet bliss that melted him and seeped through every vein. It was sweeter than heroin. But more painful than cutting. It hit him harder than junk did, and coursed faster through his veins. It affected his brain quicker than cocaine. And made him higher than ecstasy or pot could take him.
Trying to be as gentle as he could, but needing Harry so badly his hands were shaking, Draco removed Harry's clothing as Harry removed his. When both were naked, Draco laid down their robes and lowered Harry's shaking body to the floor.
"The world has changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history." Draco quoted from a movie he had seen, that had, in some mysterious way, made him think of Harry. A man with bleach blonde hair and ice blue eyes, and a man with dark hair and gorgeous features in love. Yes, it seemed quite right to him.
Harry lay on his side and Draco kissed his back, and all the way down his spine. He rolled Harry over and put his lips on his burning erection. The sweet juices of Harry's love flowed into his mouth and he moaned in pleasure. Draco moved on top of him and stared into Harry's bottle green eyes. All time had stopped to him. He was no longer conscious of anything... anything but his lover's eyes and movement beneath him.
Over the next few days, Draco and Harry relished the time they had together. Every Potions class was more bearable. And even Care of Magical Creatures, without Hagrid but with the Slytherins, was better. At night they would meet in empty classrooms or bathrooms. Considering that Draco was a prefect, it was often the prefect's bathroom that they used. Draco was surprised by the thoughtful things his lover often did for him. For instance, on his birthday, Harry had made a magnificent cake, filled with Honeydukes sweets. And out-of-the-blue, he would surprise him with things from the Pleasure Box in Hogsmeade. However, Draco knew better than to inquire where his lover got these. When he would ask he would get an affectionate nip on the ear, a wink, and a "I have my ways." He did appreciate them, though.
For three months or so, the relationship went on like this. But Christmas break would soon be around the corner and Draco would be forced to go back to his abusive home. Harry, however, with the rest of the Weasley's and Hermione, was going back to the Burrow. These two things, irritated Draco to a point were he was taking his anger out on Harry. One night while they were sitting in the prefect's bath, not doing anything, Draco let his rage out.
"You shouldn't go back there. I don't want you to." Harry said reference to his home for winter holidays, "If you stay here, I'll stay too."
"I can't. Father would be suspicious."
"Father can go to hell. Just stay here with me. A week without being with you is hard enough, but two weeks?"
"Oh, go to hell, Harry!"
"No thanks."
"Piss off, then! Your fucking dad isn't Lucius Malfoy! Your god-damn father died didn't he? So how the bloody fuck would know what it's like to have a bloody father! Your father never had the chance to introduce you to drugs! You fucking wanker!" Draco grabbed a towel and stood up. Harry was speechless, so he continued, "You don't know the first bloody things about being a Malfoy or actually living! You have had people looking after you your whole god dammed life, haven't you, Perfect Potter! Everyone has to feel sorry for you because your fucking parents were killed and you have to live with filthy Muggles!" Draco stormed out, leaving a shocked Harry behind.
Draco didn't know why he had exploded like that. But everything little thing got under his skin these days. He went to his private room in the Slytherin house, his father had paid a lot of money to get it for him. Draco hated sharing. He soon found himself shooting up and snorting so much that he passed out. His dreams were strange and frightening. He had images of him beating and raping a little boy that looked like him and enjoying it. He had images of him and Harry. But Harry wasn't Harry in these dreams. He was... someone who seemed oddly like his father. And others where Draco was his father, and he was whipping Harry. He dreamed of Lucius finding him holding Harry and screaming, "YOU FILTHY BLOODY FAG! YOU HAVE POISONED THE MALFOY NAME! YOU HAVE PUT YOUR MOTHER AND ME TO SHAME! GET UP, BOY! I'M SORRY THAT YOUR MY SON, YOU DISGUSTING WORM!" Then Draco awoke with a start. The scars on his back stung as if he really had been whipped. It was strange though, because when Draco got into the shower, he noticed that the scars on his back from many whips, were no longer scars... they were gashes.