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Chapter Two
That night Draco was plagued by unfulfilled dreams. He sat up in
bed at 2 in the morning,
sweating in his green and silver striped satin pajamas. He opened the bed curtains and glanced at the beds of the other 2nd year Slytherins. Listened for a moment to Crabbe's reassuring snore, and Goyle's familiar dream induced whimpers, he sounded like a puppy dog, laying on a rug in front of the fire, kicking it's feet and dreaming of chasing a fox. Draco pulled the bed curtains tight and laid on his stomach beneath the thick green coverlet, pulling his pajama trousers down to his knees. He lifted up enough to put a pillow under his hips, and kept his body raised slightly above the bed, breathing as shallowly as he could. He kept one hand on the bed in front of him for support, and slowly, tentatively, put the other between his legs. He was already hard from the dreams he'd been having, from the slow deliberate way he'd gone about getting himself comfortable, from the knowledge that four other boys were asleep on the other side of his bed curtains.
He closed his eyes, and pictured Lockhart. Gilderoy, with his perfect blond coif, his body, Draco imagined hardened from all his battles against the Dark Arts. Firm soft flesh along his belly, he imagined running his hand from Gilderoy's belly button down to his firm hard member, taking it in his hands, as he took his own cock in one hand, he imagined it was Gilderoy touching him, he imagined Potter too, a vague pale boy pressing hot wet kisses onto the nape of his neck, he wanted to imagine more, he thought swiftly of all the things he wanted to do to them, and of all the things he wanted them to do to him. But he couldn't hold off any longer, he came fast, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise, breathing heavily into the darkness.
He rolled over, pushed the dirtied pillow away. He felt wrong then, laying with his trousers down, after his body stopped throbbing. He pulled his trousers up, stuffed the pillow under the
covers beside him for a house elf to collect later, and rolled over, in a fetal position, and hugged himself until he fell once again into a fitful sleep.
AN: UNFINSIHED CHAPTER; RR, anyway. ;)
xoxo
sweating in his green and silver striped satin pajamas. He opened the bed curtains and glanced at the beds of the other 2nd year Slytherins. Listened for a moment to Crabbe's reassuring snore, and Goyle's familiar dream induced whimpers, he sounded like a puppy dog, laying on a rug in front of the fire, kicking it's feet and dreaming of chasing a fox. Draco pulled the bed curtains tight and laid on his stomach beneath the thick green coverlet, pulling his pajama trousers down to his knees. He lifted up enough to put a pillow under his hips, and kept his body raised slightly above the bed, breathing as shallowly as he could. He kept one hand on the bed in front of him for support, and slowly, tentatively, put the other between his legs. He was already hard from the dreams he'd been having, from the slow deliberate way he'd gone about getting himself comfortable, from the knowledge that four other boys were asleep on the other side of his bed curtains.
He closed his eyes, and pictured Lockhart. Gilderoy, with his perfect blond coif, his body, Draco imagined hardened from all his battles against the Dark Arts. Firm soft flesh along his belly, he imagined running his hand from Gilderoy's belly button down to his firm hard member, taking it in his hands, as he took his own cock in one hand, he imagined it was Gilderoy touching him, he imagined Potter too, a vague pale boy pressing hot wet kisses onto the nape of his neck, he wanted to imagine more, he thought swiftly of all the things he wanted to do to them, and of all the things he wanted them to do to him. But he couldn't hold off any longer, he came fast, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise, breathing heavily into the darkness.
He rolled over, pushed the dirtied pillow away. He felt wrong then, laying with his trousers down, after his body stopped throbbing. He pulled his trousers up, stuffed the pillow under the
covers beside him for a house elf to collect later, and rolled over, in a fetal position, and hugged himself until he fell once again into a fitful sleep.
AN: UNFINSIHED CHAPTER; RR, anyway. ;)
xoxo