When Harry finally got to the common room, he burst through the portrait
hole, surprising his two best friends who had just gotten back from
potions. When they first got a glimpse of him, Ron burst out laughing and
Hermione donned a concerned look, but was also trying to hold back a laugh.
"Uh, Harry?" Ron asked. "Why do you look like you just ran here all the way from the dungeon?"
"Although it isn't any of your business, I ran here from the prefect's bathroom," Harry replied.
"Why did you run here from the prefect's bathroom? Does it have anything to do with Malfoy?"
"It does have something to do with Malfoy but I'm not going to tell you what. Besides, I already told you it isn't any of your business."
"Well could you humor me and tell me why you don't have anything on over your chest except a Slytherin robe?" Hermione questioned, a grin lighting up her face.
"Alright, I admit it. I was snogging with Draco Malfoy on the floor of the prefect's bathroom and we both had our shirts and robes off and we would have had nothing on but I told him I wanted him and he said the same back to me and the spell on the potion wore off and then I ran all of the way back up here and met you two who started asking me all kinds of questions. Is that a good enough excuse for you?"
Ron and Hermione were both wide eyes and dropped jaws. They were both going to ask his what he was doing snogging Malfoy when they saw a glint in his eyes. They figured it meant that he was joking, which Harry knew they would think, but it was really a sign that he was telling the truth and his two best friends would hopefully never find out about it.
"Bloody hell mate," Ron said. "I can't start to understand how almost believed you. That was the best, and the sickest, thing I have ever heard before. How did you ever come up with such a good joke?"
Harry smirked and replied, "I'm tired and am going to sleep. But before I go let me just put some factual information into both of your heads; I wasn't joking."
Harry sauntered up the stairs to the 7th year dormitory and shut the door behind him. He undressed until he was wearing then lay down on his bed and smiled, pulling up the covers.
'This will be an interesting week,' he thought as he drifted off into dreamland.
*~*~*
Draco was going through some similar questioning that Harry was subjected to.
"Draco, why is you face so flushed. You look like you've been snogging someone! Who is it? It is that sixth year Ravenclaw girl that Blaise has been telling me about?" Pansy asked. "Or is it that seventh year Hufflepuff Hannah something or other?"
Draco glared at her and walked to his room, ignoring her questioning looks.
"Don't you walk away from me Draco Malfoy! Tell me who you were snogging, or I'll spread around a rumor that you and Harry Potter were shagging in the prefect's bathroom. Don't think I didn't see that hard on you had as you and Potter left potions earlier. It seemed to me that he had one too. Maybe you went to relieve them together."
Draco stopped halfway through his doorway. He turned around and stalked up to her, stopping inches away from her face. He gave her his worst glare and said, "you say anything like that to anyone, and I will personally hunt you down and make your like miserable. Remember what happened to Crabbe and Goyle when they said that I was shagging Blaise?" At Pansy's nod he continued. "That is nothing compared to what I will do to you. Got it?"
Pansy nodded again.
"Good."
Draco stalked into his room and slammed his door behind him. A wave of sleepiness came over him and he drifted to his bed and lay down. As his clothes were making him uncomfortable, he took them off. Being to lazy to put and bed clothes on, he pulled the covers over his naked body and fell asleep almost instantly.
*~*~*
Draco opened his eyes and realized that he was back in the prefect's bathroom. He was silently wondering how he had gotten there, when Harry came around the corner from the changing room.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Don't really know. Don't really care either. But bothering you right now seems pretty entertaining to me," Draco replied with a smirk.
Draco studied Harry a little closer. He was wearing a pair of black pants and no shirt. He had a towel in his hand and was drying his hair with it. Beads of water fell down his chest and a sudden urge to lick it off came over him.
'Snap out of it Draco!' he mentally scolded himself.
"Oh don't bother telling yourself that you're not attracted to me. I can plainly see that you want me for that a nice tent building there is giving you away." Harry said.
"I must be dreaming. There is no way in hell I would ever be attracted to you."
Harry glanced down at the bulge and smiled.
"Well it seems that you are as you are dreaming about me," Harry teased.
Draco blushed and said, "This is definitely a dream."
Harry advanced on Draco until he was mere inches from his face. He grinned and whispered, "if this is a dream then don't mind me doing this."
He leaned forward and gently kissed the blonde boy's lips. As he did this, all of Draco thoughts left him except for the one that told him to keep kissing Harry. Every kiss, every caress, every lick, nip and bite were coordinated perfectly. Somehow between all of these things, they managed to undress to nothing but their boxers.
Harry slowly sucked on the skin right below Draco's left ear while Draco was running his fingers up and down Harry's back. His hand slowly slid down to the waistline of Harry's boxers and on hand dipped in slightly and stroked the throbbing penis.
Harry abandoned Draco's neck and pulled his mouth down to his. He ground his hips into Draco's hand and moaned as the sensitive skin was touched.
Draco smiled into the kiss thinking that he could cause such pleasure out of one person. He gasped though as Harry roughly pulled him to the ground and started to kiss him all over. Harry's hands went to Draco's boxers and pulled the silky material off. He gasped at the beauty he saw before him.
"You're perfect," Harry stated.
Draco smiled and pushed Harry back and pulled off his last article of clothing. He grinned up at Harry and slowly brought his mouth down over the throbbing hard on. Harry's eyes closed and his hand immediately went into Draco's fine silver hair. When he was moments from his climax, he tightened his grip on Draco's hair, which in turn went faster.
Draco made sure to get of the liquid into his mouth before swallowing it. He smiled showing off his white teeth. Harry pushed him back so he was lying down and returned the breathtaking favour.
After, they both lay on the floor arms wrapped around each other; Draco suggested they take a shower. The two boys got up off the floor and walked to the shower, turning it on and lathering themselves up with soap.
Draco took Harry's hand in his and pulled him closer.
"Why is it that I can show my true feelings for you here in a dream but not anywhere else? I admit that I have had previous dreams about you, but not quite as real as this. I have always admired you and wanted to be your friend and sometimes I've wanted to be more than friends. Like right now," Draco admitted.
"I've liked you too. I'm glad that we can at least be together in dreams if not in real life. Maybe one day we will be together. I'm not sure whose dream we're in. Whoever it is, remember it well and talk to the other about it. We are a good pair Draco. Let's make sure we can have it that way for a while.
"And besides, not that Dumbledore and I killed Voldemort this past summer, there is nothing to stop us from being together except ourselves."
They kissed sweetly and held each other close.
*~*~*
In two parts of the castle, two boys woke up, both sweating like mad. They both realized that they would need to have a serious conversation with the other the next day.
"Uh, Harry?" Ron asked. "Why do you look like you just ran here all the way from the dungeon?"
"Although it isn't any of your business, I ran here from the prefect's bathroom," Harry replied.
"Why did you run here from the prefect's bathroom? Does it have anything to do with Malfoy?"
"It does have something to do with Malfoy but I'm not going to tell you what. Besides, I already told you it isn't any of your business."
"Well could you humor me and tell me why you don't have anything on over your chest except a Slytherin robe?" Hermione questioned, a grin lighting up her face.
"Alright, I admit it. I was snogging with Draco Malfoy on the floor of the prefect's bathroom and we both had our shirts and robes off and we would have had nothing on but I told him I wanted him and he said the same back to me and the spell on the potion wore off and then I ran all of the way back up here and met you two who started asking me all kinds of questions. Is that a good enough excuse for you?"
Ron and Hermione were both wide eyes and dropped jaws. They were both going to ask his what he was doing snogging Malfoy when they saw a glint in his eyes. They figured it meant that he was joking, which Harry knew they would think, but it was really a sign that he was telling the truth and his two best friends would hopefully never find out about it.
"Bloody hell mate," Ron said. "I can't start to understand how almost believed you. That was the best, and the sickest, thing I have ever heard before. How did you ever come up with such a good joke?"
Harry smirked and replied, "I'm tired and am going to sleep. But before I go let me just put some factual information into both of your heads; I wasn't joking."
Harry sauntered up the stairs to the 7th year dormitory and shut the door behind him. He undressed until he was wearing then lay down on his bed and smiled, pulling up the covers.
'This will be an interesting week,' he thought as he drifted off into dreamland.
*~*~*
Draco was going through some similar questioning that Harry was subjected to.
"Draco, why is you face so flushed. You look like you've been snogging someone! Who is it? It is that sixth year Ravenclaw girl that Blaise has been telling me about?" Pansy asked. "Or is it that seventh year Hufflepuff Hannah something or other?"
Draco glared at her and walked to his room, ignoring her questioning looks.
"Don't you walk away from me Draco Malfoy! Tell me who you were snogging, or I'll spread around a rumor that you and Harry Potter were shagging in the prefect's bathroom. Don't think I didn't see that hard on you had as you and Potter left potions earlier. It seemed to me that he had one too. Maybe you went to relieve them together."
Draco stopped halfway through his doorway. He turned around and stalked up to her, stopping inches away from her face. He gave her his worst glare and said, "you say anything like that to anyone, and I will personally hunt you down and make your like miserable. Remember what happened to Crabbe and Goyle when they said that I was shagging Blaise?" At Pansy's nod he continued. "That is nothing compared to what I will do to you. Got it?"
Pansy nodded again.
"Good."
Draco stalked into his room and slammed his door behind him. A wave of sleepiness came over him and he drifted to his bed and lay down. As his clothes were making him uncomfortable, he took them off. Being to lazy to put and bed clothes on, he pulled the covers over his naked body and fell asleep almost instantly.
*~*~*
Draco opened his eyes and realized that he was back in the prefect's bathroom. He was silently wondering how he had gotten there, when Harry came around the corner from the changing room.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Don't really know. Don't really care either. But bothering you right now seems pretty entertaining to me," Draco replied with a smirk.
Draco studied Harry a little closer. He was wearing a pair of black pants and no shirt. He had a towel in his hand and was drying his hair with it. Beads of water fell down his chest and a sudden urge to lick it off came over him.
'Snap out of it Draco!' he mentally scolded himself.
"Oh don't bother telling yourself that you're not attracted to me. I can plainly see that you want me for that a nice tent building there is giving you away." Harry said.
"I must be dreaming. There is no way in hell I would ever be attracted to you."
Harry glanced down at the bulge and smiled.
"Well it seems that you are as you are dreaming about me," Harry teased.
Draco blushed and said, "This is definitely a dream."
Harry advanced on Draco until he was mere inches from his face. He grinned and whispered, "if this is a dream then don't mind me doing this."
He leaned forward and gently kissed the blonde boy's lips. As he did this, all of Draco thoughts left him except for the one that told him to keep kissing Harry. Every kiss, every caress, every lick, nip and bite were coordinated perfectly. Somehow between all of these things, they managed to undress to nothing but their boxers.
Harry slowly sucked on the skin right below Draco's left ear while Draco was running his fingers up and down Harry's back. His hand slowly slid down to the waistline of Harry's boxers and on hand dipped in slightly and stroked the throbbing penis.
Harry abandoned Draco's neck and pulled his mouth down to his. He ground his hips into Draco's hand and moaned as the sensitive skin was touched.
Draco smiled into the kiss thinking that he could cause such pleasure out of one person. He gasped though as Harry roughly pulled him to the ground and started to kiss him all over. Harry's hands went to Draco's boxers and pulled the silky material off. He gasped at the beauty he saw before him.
"You're perfect," Harry stated.
Draco smiled and pushed Harry back and pulled off his last article of clothing. He grinned up at Harry and slowly brought his mouth down over the throbbing hard on. Harry's eyes closed and his hand immediately went into Draco's fine silver hair. When he was moments from his climax, he tightened his grip on Draco's hair, which in turn went faster.
Draco made sure to get of the liquid into his mouth before swallowing it. He smiled showing off his white teeth. Harry pushed him back so he was lying down and returned the breathtaking favour.
After, they both lay on the floor arms wrapped around each other; Draco suggested they take a shower. The two boys got up off the floor and walked to the shower, turning it on and lathering themselves up with soap.
Draco took Harry's hand in his and pulled him closer.
"Why is it that I can show my true feelings for you here in a dream but not anywhere else? I admit that I have had previous dreams about you, but not quite as real as this. I have always admired you and wanted to be your friend and sometimes I've wanted to be more than friends. Like right now," Draco admitted.
"I've liked you too. I'm glad that we can at least be together in dreams if not in real life. Maybe one day we will be together. I'm not sure whose dream we're in. Whoever it is, remember it well and talk to the other about it. We are a good pair Draco. Let's make sure we can have it that way for a while.
"And besides, not that Dumbledore and I killed Voldemort this past summer, there is nothing to stop us from being together except ourselves."
They kissed sweetly and held each other close.
*~*~*
In two parts of the castle, two boys woke up, both sweating like mad. They both realized that they would need to have a serious conversation with the other the next day.