Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter etc. J.K Rowling does so she is very
rich and famous so she gets to appear on The Simpsons. glares Well Genius
people do get things like that.
Hi you're all welcome to make fun of this story because it isn't good, but oh well. Have fun!
Unwanted Dreams
Chapter one
Harry Potter woke up with a start, his hand instantly going to his forehead which was searing with pain. This was the third time this week. He tried to remember the dream, it had seemed so real, like all the others. He checked his new watch, 2:18 it told him, and he groaned. He took his invisibility cloak and headed to the washroom. He padded silently through the torch lit hallways blinking sleepily at the suits of armor. Once arriving at the washroom, he looked in the mirror. There sleepless nights weren't good for him, he was slightly pale and he had bags under his eyes, which were a duller green then usual. He ran his hands through his untidy hair and blinked sleepily at his reflection.
"I look like hell" he said to his reflection. His reflection just yawned at him.
"Why do these things always happen to me? I'll bet there's no one else in this school also going through the same sleepless nights." Little did he know in that same castle another 16 year old boy was waking just as suddenly as he did.
Draco Malfoy leapt out of bed so quickly one would have thought he'd wet his bed, but in a sense he had... Draco blushed angrily, what had happened? He was a sixth year, had a steady girlfriend, it was normal for him to be having these sorts of dreams, but this one was different. He looked at the offending wet spot on the bed and ran a hand over his green pajama bottoms, trying in vain to make the erection less noticeable, realizing only then that there was no one else awake in that room. He rushed to the slytherin washrooms and got into the shower. He had slept with Pansy a ton of times, so him having a wet dream about her would have been understandable, and it had happened already, which is why the silencing charm was around his bed. But this, not only was it not about his girlfriend, it wasn't even about a girl. True, it was accepted to think men are good looking, but the one he did dream of. The vivid green eyes were still burned into his head, and the quidditch training had made him very fit. But still, Potter was not someone who should be in Draco's future. He stepped out of the shower and went back to sleep.
The next morning Harry was late for breakfast and he hurried into his usual seat next to Ron and Hermione.
"Harry mate, you don't look so good," said Ron, a concerned look spreading over his heavily freckled face.
"It's the damn dreams again, since it's still happening, there's no chance I'm going to get out of Occlumency!" he said angrily. Hermione looked up from her eggs at this.
"Are you going tonight?"
"Unfortunately yes. But at least I won't miss Quidditch," The others grinned, they knew that was all that was on Harry's mind.
"Well you'd best be getting more sleep Harry," said Katie Bell from across the table.
"Yeah, we'll be needing you in the match against Slytherin," said George. The five of them looked over to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy was stabbing heartlessly at his eggs. He glanced up as Pansy put her hand on his leg, and he saw the Gryffindors looking at him. He smirked and then caught Harry's eye. He began turning red and quickly turned towards Pansy giving her a quick kiss. Harry looked over at Ron.
"What do suppose that was about?"
"I don't know, maybe something Pansy was doing under the table," Harry snorted with laughter.
"Yeah, seems like a typical Malfoy thing to do, get a hand-job under the table from his sluttish girlfriend," Ron grinned and got up from his seat.
"Well we should go now, it's Charms," Harry nodded in agreement and got up with him. As they left the Great Hall, he took a look behind him at the Slytherin table. He blinked in shock, for Malfoy was staring at him as he left, but not in his usual Malfoy way, he seemed less hateful. Harry shrugged, it was after all Malfoy's problem, and he had better things to worry about.
Hi you're all welcome to make fun of this story because it isn't good, but oh well. Have fun!
Unwanted Dreams
Chapter one
Harry Potter woke up with a start, his hand instantly going to his forehead which was searing with pain. This was the third time this week. He tried to remember the dream, it had seemed so real, like all the others. He checked his new watch, 2:18 it told him, and he groaned. He took his invisibility cloak and headed to the washroom. He padded silently through the torch lit hallways blinking sleepily at the suits of armor. Once arriving at the washroom, he looked in the mirror. There sleepless nights weren't good for him, he was slightly pale and he had bags under his eyes, which were a duller green then usual. He ran his hands through his untidy hair and blinked sleepily at his reflection.
"I look like hell" he said to his reflection. His reflection just yawned at him.
"Why do these things always happen to me? I'll bet there's no one else in this school also going through the same sleepless nights." Little did he know in that same castle another 16 year old boy was waking just as suddenly as he did.
Draco Malfoy leapt out of bed so quickly one would have thought he'd wet his bed, but in a sense he had... Draco blushed angrily, what had happened? He was a sixth year, had a steady girlfriend, it was normal for him to be having these sorts of dreams, but this one was different. He looked at the offending wet spot on the bed and ran a hand over his green pajama bottoms, trying in vain to make the erection less noticeable, realizing only then that there was no one else awake in that room. He rushed to the slytherin washrooms and got into the shower. He had slept with Pansy a ton of times, so him having a wet dream about her would have been understandable, and it had happened already, which is why the silencing charm was around his bed. But this, not only was it not about his girlfriend, it wasn't even about a girl. True, it was accepted to think men are good looking, but the one he did dream of. The vivid green eyes were still burned into his head, and the quidditch training had made him very fit. But still, Potter was not someone who should be in Draco's future. He stepped out of the shower and went back to sleep.
The next morning Harry was late for breakfast and he hurried into his usual seat next to Ron and Hermione.
"Harry mate, you don't look so good," said Ron, a concerned look spreading over his heavily freckled face.
"It's the damn dreams again, since it's still happening, there's no chance I'm going to get out of Occlumency!" he said angrily. Hermione looked up from her eggs at this.
"Are you going tonight?"
"Unfortunately yes. But at least I won't miss Quidditch," The others grinned, they knew that was all that was on Harry's mind.
"Well you'd best be getting more sleep Harry," said Katie Bell from across the table.
"Yeah, we'll be needing you in the match against Slytherin," said George. The five of them looked over to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy was stabbing heartlessly at his eggs. He glanced up as Pansy put her hand on his leg, and he saw the Gryffindors looking at him. He smirked and then caught Harry's eye. He began turning red and quickly turned towards Pansy giving her a quick kiss. Harry looked over at Ron.
"What do suppose that was about?"
"I don't know, maybe something Pansy was doing under the table," Harry snorted with laughter.
"Yeah, seems like a typical Malfoy thing to do, get a hand-job under the table from his sluttish girlfriend," Ron grinned and got up from his seat.
"Well we should go now, it's Charms," Harry nodded in agreement and got up with him. As they left the Great Hall, he took a look behind him at the Slytherin table. He blinked in shock, for Malfoy was staring at him as he left, but not in his usual Malfoy way, he seemed less hateful. Harry shrugged, it was after all Malfoy's problem, and he had better things to worry about.