.
The nightmare he was dreading hadn't come the next night like he'd anticipated. Instead it came a few days later, and so he hadn't been expecting it, he hadn't even seen it coming.
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Draco was sitting on the windowsill in his room watching a small bird flying from branch to branch, not even flinching when the magicked tree reached up and crushed the little bird until it no longer chirped merrily. He was thinking about his plan. Could he do this? Was he really determined enough?
The door behind him opened then closed quietly, and he knew his father had entered the room, besides no one else was home as his mother once again went off some where in the French countryside. Had his father always planned these things? There was never any servants around when he wanted his son in bed, no appointments, or sudden visitors, and his mother was always gone…it just seemed a bit set up.
But he knew what he had to do next, and stopped thinking about these things. Slowly he turned and moved over to the man.
Lucius ran his hands through Draco's hair marveling at its softness, his fingers caressed his cheeks then traveled southward. As he stood behind his son he moved his hands seductively over his lower back, over his hips, then slowly caressed Draco's dick through his pants. To his own disgust her felt him self get hard as Lucius reached into his pants running his hand up and down his length.
"Do you like cumming for me Draco? I know you like this…" He whispered in his ear. After a moment his father withdrew his hand and stood in front of him.
The boy knew all his father wanted was to force him to give pleasure, but today Draco had something else in mind. A plan that hopefully would work.
"Father?"
"Hmm?" Lucius kissed the soft skin on the side of Draco's neck, biting, then running his tongue over the sore spot. And started to rain little kisses from his neck over to his shoulder.
"There is something I wanted to ask." Draco's forced himself to lean into his father's touch. The more Lucius found him willing the more he would listen to his son's plea.
"What is it Draco?" Lucius asked, although distractedly. He stood in front of him slowly unbuttoning Draco's shirt while this torture made him squirmed anxiously.
"I wanted to stay at Hogwarts over Christmas."
Lucius stopped in his movements. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why do you want to stay at your school? Have you got an affaire? Do you want to betray me?"
His hand clamped around Draco's neck making the boy wince.
"No! I would never betray you." Both of them gazed quietly at each other before Draco explained. "Some of the other Slytherins stay over Christmas, too. Professor Snape promised to show us some potions without the Gryffindors. To give us a competitive edge."
"You know I can ask Severous if this is true…"
Draco nodded eagerly, and he was able to do so without difficulty as his fathers grip had lessened slightly. It /was/ the truth and at the same time it was a wonderful opportunity for him to escape his father's attentions. "Please father. Allow me to use this advantage." Whatever games his fathered had planned for him over Christmas break it always seemed to be the worse. Over the summer it was just sex and beatings, but Lucius seemed to be more creative when he hadn't seen his son in a while and would only have him for a short period of time.
"Why should I do this for you? What's my reward? I would have to do without you for several more weeks!"
"I could give you...give you something...."
Lucius laughed cruelly. "I /own/ you, boy! What makes you think you can give something to me I haven't already taken from you?"
Draco didn't answer. He only fell to his knees in front of his father and began to open his trousers. Lucius grabbed his hair and jerked his head back.
"What do you think, you're doing?"
"I never before gave you what you've wanted...willingly." Draco saw the astonishment in his father's eyes as he rubbed seductively against his cock, although at the time he'd never been more ashamed of himself. He almost choked on his next words, but managed to make them clear and in an innocent tone, "Don't you want me?"
Lucius shoved him away but Draco had seen the desire in his eyes and so he moved forward again. With a deep breath he took his father's member in his mouth making the man groan in a sudden outburst of lust. "God, Draco...you are such a slut...oh yes..." Lucius ran his hands, almost lovingly, through Draco's hair while he gasped.
The man looked at him as he bobbed his head back and forth enjoying the sight of those pliant red lips, so close around his cock, stroking his skin...this thought almost sent him over the edge. But he didn't want to end this just yet, he wanted to torture his son as long as he would last.
Draco's skills in planning to get what he wanted could at times be genius, at least in that aspect he was momentarily proud of his son. But his paternal pride was distracted for a moment as Draco changed tactics.
He look him out of his mouth, but heard Lucius growl so he began quickly to lick, running his tongue over certain sensitive spots then blowing cool air. He traveled lower down to put his mouth to use on his balls, he knew Lucius loved having them sucked as he spread his legs a bit wider to allow him access to everything. And then once again moved to back to his head, continuing what he'd started.
Draco closed his eyes. He felt Lucius glide in and out of his mouth and internally he felt like crying. Never before he had felt so dirty, so used, so...
'I behave like the slut he made me. I'm just the way he always wanted me to be.'
He continued to please his father but with every move he felt a part of himself dying, leaving him pride-less and broken. He was revolted by himself. This was so wrong, so damn wrong. But he didn't know what to do instead. It was his only chance to use the skills his father had taught him in his advantage, and he silently prayed it would be over soon.
Draco's tongue swirled around the head of his cock. "Yes...ah…suck harder boy...ah, right there..." his hand encircled Lucius and he ran it up and down making sure to apply pressure while bringing it to his mouth which was moving erratically. Dracos' other hand was kept occupied as he massaged his balls. For the next few minutes all that could be heard were sucking noises, panting, and the occasional comment about what a whore Draco was turning out to be. When He knew his father was about to cum he tried very hard not to gag. And swallowed what he could, trying not to taste it.
Lucius withdrew himself still in the sensation of the orgasm, which lingered on for the following seconds. Then he again grabbed Draco's hair roughly and forced him to look in his eyes.
"I never knew you would ever made me believe there's hope for you. Today you proved to me that you are a real Slytherin." He went to the door but before he left he added with a smile, "By the way, you will /not/ be staying at Hogwarts over break. You are needed here."
Draco waited until he couldn't hear him anymore then he ran into his bathroom. While he threw up again and again, wiping cum off of his face with the back of his hand, his thoughts revolved around what just happened. And all for nothing.
Lucius had turned him into something he never wanted to be. A real Slytherin. Getting what he wanted by any means. Even if he had to sell his soul.
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Draco woke up panting.
It was his nightmares of nightmares.
The one thing he truly hated him self for.
The one thing he almost killed him self over.
That is why he was so frightened of his other dream a few nights before, it was so similar in ways.
He rolled over, with difficulty as his legs were already twisted in the sweaty sheets. And all night he laid there waiting for the sun to come up. Dreading the thought of telling Ginny what he'd dreamt of that night.
When morning finally came, Draco really was thankful he had his own private room. He looked terrible, circles under his eyes, and dried tears on his face. He got up some time around 5:30 AM, washed his face, and brushed his teeth then went back to bed for lack of anything better to do.
But somehow staring up at the ceiling just wasn't his idea of a good morning, not like it could be a good morning after the night he relived, but he needed something to get his mind off of things. Anything.
And that's when the idea struck him.
Ginny.
The owl had reached her almost immediately after he wrote it, but even he knew she was not a morning person. So it was about half an hour before she actually got around to coming to see him. After showering and doing other morning routines, throwing on some comfortable clothes, black fleece bottoms and a black tank top, and putting her hair in a pony tail she left Gryffondor Tower with many things on her mind. For example she found it odd though, that he would send her a note kind of note, not a professional 'I had a nightmare I guess you better come bother me bout it' kind of a note.
It was Saturday, and this was her time to sleep, especially as of late. She was more tired than usual, in fact she'd stopped wearing the crystal and only carried it in her pocket as it was just taking to much from her. As she was walking down through the dungeons that morning, she felt the power humming in her jean pocket, but turned her attention to what Draco could possibly want.
She'd woken up last night crying, it wasn't power she felt not the kind she was used to. It was fear, fear of dreaming and depression from the nightmare. Little bits came to her, along with feelings of loathing and self-disgust. But she couldn't really figure out what was going on. Whether he knew it or not but somehow he'd managed to block most of the dream from her, but to be a prat or to protect her she didn't know.
'I'd go with prat', she thought absently.
Silently she went through the images she had gathered. A little bird being clutched between branches, but the tree was alive as it mercilessly squeezed the life out of the little animal. DreamDraco was watching through a window some where, she could feel his depression. Then fear griped the real Draco, fear of dreaming this. Usually he just sucked it up and let the dream wash over him, he would always try and forget, but this time it was different. She felt him struggling to wake up, to thrash about, anything to stop what was about to play before his eyes. She saw him kneeling before his father, then it skipped to a scene of him throwing up. Over all she didn't get very much from what she remembered. All scenes were very brief, very quick.
Ginny shivered. What really seemed to creep her out was that he seemed to like it, she felt his willingness to please, to sell him self in any way he could to his own father. There were also other pictures she remembered of Lucius standing behind his son with his hands…
She stopped walking for a second, shaking her head and taking a deep breath. She wanted nothing to do with this, but it was her job. She had to, but it didn't mean she had to /think/ about these things.
Almost to Draco's room and she'd cleared her mind completely. The crystal in her pocket seemed to thrum with power as it got closer to its 'host'. It made more pictures flash before her, but she ignored them and planed to write for a new crystal soon, as this one was getting too pushy.
Not even knocking on the door she opened it. Hey, he wanted her over here didn't he? Well then, he can just be thankful she took the time. But to her disappointment he was not awake.
'Darn I can't pester him by jumping on his bed or something…' She thought childishly with a smirk.
Looking around his room she noticed some things. Like how everything was placed in a certain way, looking like the room came straight out of a magazine. Except for some clothes strewn about, and drawers open, everything was neat and tidy. No dust. No dirt. No pictures. No nick-knacks. Yes, it looked straight out of a magazine, just like no one resided there at all.
Then her eyes landed on Draco and she really started to look at him, observe him. Awake he was cool, distant, sneering, or his eyes told such a sad story if some one would just truly look into them they could tell. But as he slept…He was innocent, perfect, an angel that one day woke up on earth.
She blushed as her next thought came to her, 'He's beautiful.'
Now what would he think if she'd told him that? Actually he'd probably flaunt the fact that she admitted it then kick her out of the room. But right now, she could say what ever she wanted. He was like some marble carving, or a painting. Something absolutely timeless.
Taking that damned crystal out of her pocket she placed it on the dresser.
Virginia yawned. He wasn't awake and she didn't want to be either. Then an idea came to her, plain as day.
She was tired.
She wanted to sleep.
There was a comfortable bed not even 5 feet from her.
There was a boy in it but he wasn't awake to protest her presence.
Yes, her problems were solved.
Ginny slowly crawled into bed next to Draco. He did not wake, though he did move a bit. Lying on a pillow right next to him she memorized his features. She's never been this close to him before with out him glaring or at least joking around.
His eyelashes were so dark compared to his hair color. She reached up and touched his cheek then tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. He moved and her heart fluttered momentarily. But still, he didn't wake. After this little scare she thought she'd better stop while she was ahead. Burrowing her self under the blankets she rolled over so her back was facing him and thought about the smoothness of his skin and softness of his hair.
A few minutes later though she felt him move over, actually and more specifically, move toward her. He'd molded his body to hers. His one hand creeping under her pillow and his other hand clutching to her across her abdomen. His head rested behind hers. He clung to her protectively, burrowing his head in her hair.
After a few minutes of this Ginny Weasley thought probably the most traitorous of thoughts a Weasley could think. 'Hmmm, it's actually kind of nice sleeping with Draco Malfoy.'
With that last thought she fell into a deep sleep, her worries and previous stresses gone, her body relaxed, and she felt over-all comfortable.
This was right.
It felt /right/ to be with him like this.
Ginny drifted off to sleep.
When Draco awoke he felt like he'd been sleeping for years. His body for once was relaxed, and he wasn't clenching his jaw in his sleep. He couldn't remember that last time he hadn't awoken like that. But now…something was different. It still felt like his bed. But he felt like he was holding something. He tightened his grip, and found that he was indeed holding something, a female body to be exact.
'Fucking A, who did you sleep with and not remember…?'
But as he opened his eyes he didn't recognize her. His legs were tangled in hers, and they felt smooth. Her body was slim, breasts a little on the small side for his liking…but he did take her to bed so he guessed she couldn't be that bad looking. He still hadn't seen her face, or recognized her. Then she rolled over in his arms and he swore his heart stopped for a moment.
While Draco was damning himself for checking out Ginny, Ginny was trying to get back to sleep. She was in a half state of being awake, and she knew enough to scootch more toward where ever this comforting warmth was coming from.
He had to stop in the middle of his rant because she moved even closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and using his shoulder for a pillow. She sighed, giving a small smile and didn't move again.
'What was that saying?' he thought, 'If you can't beat them join them?'
And with that he held Ginny even tighter in his arms and went back to sleep. This felt right to him. Like they belonged together.
(A/N): heh, this last nightmare was a tad more…graphic, I think is the best word. But I had to make it that way because this was /THE/ dream Draco could not tolerate, his worst nightmare was giving him self willingly. That and when I first started this fic I was just not into detail, then I started reading other fics and trying to see why they were so much longer. And it seems there's an equivalent of a page and a half to two pages of detail and the characters just putting around! *Snorts* who'd of thunk it? So I'm trying to add more detail. Next chapter up soon.
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The nightmare he was dreading hadn't come the next night like he'd anticipated. Instead it came a few days later, and so he hadn't been expecting it, he hadn't even seen it coming.
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Draco was sitting on the windowsill in his room watching a small bird flying from branch to branch, not even flinching when the magicked tree reached up and crushed the little bird until it no longer chirped merrily. He was thinking about his plan. Could he do this? Was he really determined enough?
The door behind him opened then closed quietly, and he knew his father had entered the room, besides no one else was home as his mother once again went off some where in the French countryside. Had his father always planned these things? There was never any servants around when he wanted his son in bed, no appointments, or sudden visitors, and his mother was always gone…it just seemed a bit set up.
But he knew what he had to do next, and stopped thinking about these things. Slowly he turned and moved over to the man.
Lucius ran his hands through Draco's hair marveling at its softness, his fingers caressed his cheeks then traveled southward. As he stood behind his son he moved his hands seductively over his lower back, over his hips, then slowly caressed Draco's dick through his pants. To his own disgust her felt him self get hard as Lucius reached into his pants running his hand up and down his length.
"Do you like cumming for me Draco? I know you like this…" He whispered in his ear. After a moment his father withdrew his hand and stood in front of him.
The boy knew all his father wanted was to force him to give pleasure, but today Draco had something else in mind. A plan that hopefully would work.
"Father?"
"Hmm?" Lucius kissed the soft skin on the side of Draco's neck, biting, then running his tongue over the sore spot. And started to rain little kisses from his neck over to his shoulder.
"There is something I wanted to ask." Draco's forced himself to lean into his father's touch. The more Lucius found him willing the more he would listen to his son's plea.
"What is it Draco?" Lucius asked, although distractedly. He stood in front of him slowly unbuttoning Draco's shirt while this torture made him squirmed anxiously.
"I wanted to stay at Hogwarts over Christmas."
Lucius stopped in his movements. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why do you want to stay at your school? Have you got an affaire? Do you want to betray me?"
His hand clamped around Draco's neck making the boy wince.
"No! I would never betray you." Both of them gazed quietly at each other before Draco explained. "Some of the other Slytherins stay over Christmas, too. Professor Snape promised to show us some potions without the Gryffindors. To give us a competitive edge."
"You know I can ask Severous if this is true…"
Draco nodded eagerly, and he was able to do so without difficulty as his fathers grip had lessened slightly. It /was/ the truth and at the same time it was a wonderful opportunity for him to escape his father's attentions. "Please father. Allow me to use this advantage." Whatever games his fathered had planned for him over Christmas break it always seemed to be the worse. Over the summer it was just sex and beatings, but Lucius seemed to be more creative when he hadn't seen his son in a while and would only have him for a short period of time.
"Why should I do this for you? What's my reward? I would have to do without you for several more weeks!"
"I could give you...give you something...."
Lucius laughed cruelly. "I /own/ you, boy! What makes you think you can give something to me I haven't already taken from you?"
Draco didn't answer. He only fell to his knees in front of his father and began to open his trousers. Lucius grabbed his hair and jerked his head back.
"What do you think, you're doing?"
"I never before gave you what you've wanted...willingly." Draco saw the astonishment in his father's eyes as he rubbed seductively against his cock, although at the time he'd never been more ashamed of himself. He almost choked on his next words, but managed to make them clear and in an innocent tone, "Don't you want me?"
Lucius shoved him away but Draco had seen the desire in his eyes and so he moved forward again. With a deep breath he took his father's member in his mouth making the man groan in a sudden outburst of lust. "God, Draco...you are such a slut...oh yes..." Lucius ran his hands, almost lovingly, through Draco's hair while he gasped.
The man looked at him as he bobbed his head back and forth enjoying the sight of those pliant red lips, so close around his cock, stroking his skin...this thought almost sent him over the edge. But he didn't want to end this just yet, he wanted to torture his son as long as he would last.
Draco's skills in planning to get what he wanted could at times be genius, at least in that aspect he was momentarily proud of his son. But his paternal pride was distracted for a moment as Draco changed tactics.
He look him out of his mouth, but heard Lucius growl so he began quickly to lick, running his tongue over certain sensitive spots then blowing cool air. He traveled lower down to put his mouth to use on his balls, he knew Lucius loved having them sucked as he spread his legs a bit wider to allow him access to everything. And then once again moved to back to his head, continuing what he'd started.
Draco closed his eyes. He felt Lucius glide in and out of his mouth and internally he felt like crying. Never before he had felt so dirty, so used, so...
'I behave like the slut he made me. I'm just the way he always wanted me to be.'
He continued to please his father but with every move he felt a part of himself dying, leaving him pride-less and broken. He was revolted by himself. This was so wrong, so damn wrong. But he didn't know what to do instead. It was his only chance to use the skills his father had taught him in his advantage, and he silently prayed it would be over soon.
Draco's tongue swirled around the head of his cock. "Yes...ah…suck harder boy...ah, right there..." his hand encircled Lucius and he ran it up and down making sure to apply pressure while bringing it to his mouth which was moving erratically. Dracos' other hand was kept occupied as he massaged his balls. For the next few minutes all that could be heard were sucking noises, panting, and the occasional comment about what a whore Draco was turning out to be. When He knew his father was about to cum he tried very hard not to gag. And swallowed what he could, trying not to taste it.
Lucius withdrew himself still in the sensation of the orgasm, which lingered on for the following seconds. Then he again grabbed Draco's hair roughly and forced him to look in his eyes.
"I never knew you would ever made me believe there's hope for you. Today you proved to me that you are a real Slytherin." He went to the door but before he left he added with a smile, "By the way, you will /not/ be staying at Hogwarts over break. You are needed here."
Draco waited until he couldn't hear him anymore then he ran into his bathroom. While he threw up again and again, wiping cum off of his face with the back of his hand, his thoughts revolved around what just happened. And all for nothing.
Lucius had turned him into something he never wanted to be. A real Slytherin. Getting what he wanted by any means. Even if he had to sell his soul.
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Draco woke up panting.
It was his nightmares of nightmares.
The one thing he truly hated him self for.
The one thing he almost killed him self over.
That is why he was so frightened of his other dream a few nights before, it was so similar in ways.
He rolled over, with difficulty as his legs were already twisted in the sweaty sheets. And all night he laid there waiting for the sun to come up. Dreading the thought of telling Ginny what he'd dreamt of that night.
When morning finally came, Draco really was thankful he had his own private room. He looked terrible, circles under his eyes, and dried tears on his face. He got up some time around 5:30 AM, washed his face, and brushed his teeth then went back to bed for lack of anything better to do.
But somehow staring up at the ceiling just wasn't his idea of a good morning, not like it could be a good morning after the night he relived, but he needed something to get his mind off of things. Anything.
And that's when the idea struck him.
Ginny.
The owl had reached her almost immediately after he wrote it, but even he knew she was not a morning person. So it was about half an hour before she actually got around to coming to see him. After showering and doing other morning routines, throwing on some comfortable clothes, black fleece bottoms and a black tank top, and putting her hair in a pony tail she left Gryffondor Tower with many things on her mind. For example she found it odd though, that he would send her a note kind of note, not a professional 'I had a nightmare I guess you better come bother me bout it' kind of a note.
It was Saturday, and this was her time to sleep, especially as of late. She was more tired than usual, in fact she'd stopped wearing the crystal and only carried it in her pocket as it was just taking to much from her. As she was walking down through the dungeons that morning, she felt the power humming in her jean pocket, but turned her attention to what Draco could possibly want.
She'd woken up last night crying, it wasn't power she felt not the kind she was used to. It was fear, fear of dreaming and depression from the nightmare. Little bits came to her, along with feelings of loathing and self-disgust. But she couldn't really figure out what was going on. Whether he knew it or not but somehow he'd managed to block most of the dream from her, but to be a prat or to protect her she didn't know.
'I'd go with prat', she thought absently.
Silently she went through the images she had gathered. A little bird being clutched between branches, but the tree was alive as it mercilessly squeezed the life out of the little animal. DreamDraco was watching through a window some where, she could feel his depression. Then fear griped the real Draco, fear of dreaming this. Usually he just sucked it up and let the dream wash over him, he would always try and forget, but this time it was different. She felt him struggling to wake up, to thrash about, anything to stop what was about to play before his eyes. She saw him kneeling before his father, then it skipped to a scene of him throwing up. Over all she didn't get very much from what she remembered. All scenes were very brief, very quick.
Ginny shivered. What really seemed to creep her out was that he seemed to like it, she felt his willingness to please, to sell him self in any way he could to his own father. There were also other pictures she remembered of Lucius standing behind his son with his hands…
She stopped walking for a second, shaking her head and taking a deep breath. She wanted nothing to do with this, but it was her job. She had to, but it didn't mean she had to /think/ about these things.
Almost to Draco's room and she'd cleared her mind completely. The crystal in her pocket seemed to thrum with power as it got closer to its 'host'. It made more pictures flash before her, but she ignored them and planed to write for a new crystal soon, as this one was getting too pushy.
Not even knocking on the door she opened it. Hey, he wanted her over here didn't he? Well then, he can just be thankful she took the time. But to her disappointment he was not awake.
'Darn I can't pester him by jumping on his bed or something…' She thought childishly with a smirk.
Looking around his room she noticed some things. Like how everything was placed in a certain way, looking like the room came straight out of a magazine. Except for some clothes strewn about, and drawers open, everything was neat and tidy. No dust. No dirt. No pictures. No nick-knacks. Yes, it looked straight out of a magazine, just like no one resided there at all.
Then her eyes landed on Draco and she really started to look at him, observe him. Awake he was cool, distant, sneering, or his eyes told such a sad story if some one would just truly look into them they could tell. But as he slept…He was innocent, perfect, an angel that one day woke up on earth.
She blushed as her next thought came to her, 'He's beautiful.'
Now what would he think if she'd told him that? Actually he'd probably flaunt the fact that she admitted it then kick her out of the room. But right now, she could say what ever she wanted. He was like some marble carving, or a painting. Something absolutely timeless.
Taking that damned crystal out of her pocket she placed it on the dresser.
Virginia yawned. He wasn't awake and she didn't want to be either. Then an idea came to her, plain as day.
She was tired.
She wanted to sleep.
There was a comfortable bed not even 5 feet from her.
There was a boy in it but he wasn't awake to protest her presence.
Yes, her problems were solved.
Ginny slowly crawled into bed next to Draco. He did not wake, though he did move a bit. Lying on a pillow right next to him she memorized his features. She's never been this close to him before with out him glaring or at least joking around.
His eyelashes were so dark compared to his hair color. She reached up and touched his cheek then tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. He moved and her heart fluttered momentarily. But still, he didn't wake. After this little scare she thought she'd better stop while she was ahead. Burrowing her self under the blankets she rolled over so her back was facing him and thought about the smoothness of his skin and softness of his hair.
A few minutes later though she felt him move over, actually and more specifically, move toward her. He'd molded his body to hers. His one hand creeping under her pillow and his other hand clutching to her across her abdomen. His head rested behind hers. He clung to her protectively, burrowing his head in her hair.
After a few minutes of this Ginny Weasley thought probably the most traitorous of thoughts a Weasley could think. 'Hmmm, it's actually kind of nice sleeping with Draco Malfoy.'
With that last thought she fell into a deep sleep, her worries and previous stresses gone, her body relaxed, and she felt over-all comfortable.
This was right.
It felt /right/ to be with him like this.
Ginny drifted off to sleep.
When Draco awoke he felt like he'd been sleeping for years. His body for once was relaxed, and he wasn't clenching his jaw in his sleep. He couldn't remember that last time he hadn't awoken like that. But now…something was different. It still felt like his bed. But he felt like he was holding something. He tightened his grip, and found that he was indeed holding something, a female body to be exact.
'Fucking A, who did you sleep with and not remember…?'
But as he opened his eyes he didn't recognize her. His legs were tangled in hers, and they felt smooth. Her body was slim, breasts a little on the small side for his liking…but he did take her to bed so he guessed she couldn't be that bad looking. He still hadn't seen her face, or recognized her. Then she rolled over in his arms and he swore his heart stopped for a moment.
While Draco was damning himself for checking out Ginny, Ginny was trying to get back to sleep. She was in a half state of being awake, and she knew enough to scootch more toward where ever this comforting warmth was coming from.
He had to stop in the middle of his rant because she moved even closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and using his shoulder for a pillow. She sighed, giving a small smile and didn't move again.
'What was that saying?' he thought, 'If you can't beat them join them?'
And with that he held Ginny even tighter in his arms and went back to sleep. This felt right to him. Like they belonged together.
(A/N): heh, this last nightmare was a tad more…graphic, I think is the best word. But I had to make it that way because this was /THE/ dream Draco could not tolerate, his worst nightmare was giving him self willingly. That and when I first started this fic I was just not into detail, then I started reading other fics and trying to see why they were so much longer. And it seems there's an equivalent of a page and a half to two pages of detail and the characters just putting around! *Snorts* who'd of thunk it? So I'm trying to add more detail. Next chapter up soon.
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