Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or setting, but the idea is mine. I mean no offense to J.K.Rowling, and if she would like me to remove this story, I certainly will.

Author's note:

1. I plan on updating with the next part tomorrow, 9/2/04

2. Don't steal my idea.

3. Review if you like it or have some constructive criticism.

4. If you are going to flame me, note that I ignore all flames. The reason I do is this: If you are reading this it is for one of two reasons... First, you like something in the idea or saw something in the summary that intrigued you, or Second, you are an idiot who doesn't read the summary. I note this as Slash, Male on Male, and Rated R. If you don't like those things, then why are you reading it?

And So It Goes

Part 1: My Silence is My Self-Defense

(c) 8/1/04

Draco opened his eyes slowly, letting the early morning light greet him. Stretching his arms over his head, he relaxed into the warmth of his bed. He remembered his last dream, right before he awoke, and smiled slightly. This dream had been replaying in his mind nightly for the last three months, every night getting a little cleared. It started quietly enough...

Draco was sitting on one of the couches in the Slytherin Common Room. He was all alone in the room, staring into the fire, when all of a sudden, hands reached in front of him with a blindfold stretched between them. His dream self smiles and let the hands gently tie the blindfold around his head, plunging him into darkness. As soon as the blindfold was secure on his eyes, the hands left. There was a moment of silence, then with his darkness-enhanced hearing, footsteps. A hand touched his hand, caressing his fingers before gripping them and giving a little tug. Willingly, he stood and let the hands guide him.

For the next few minutes, they walked through the corridors, climbing stars and passing through numerous doors. Finally, they reached their destination. The hands put pressure on his shoulders, pushing him down to sit on a soft bed. The hands pushed him back against a pillow, rubbing his shoulders gently. A hoarse whisper called his name, and the hands fumbled at his clothes, opening them and pulling them off. Finally, when he lay nude on the bedspread, the only sound in the room was his breathing and the rustle of clothing being pulled from a body. He ached for the familiar feel of the body next to his, relished the thought of what would come next.

Now that Draco was back at Hogwarts, he waited anxiously to see whether the dream would come true. He stood up slowly, wanting to stay in bed but knowing he couldn't, to take care of the lingering evidence of his desire before he had to get to class.

He ached for the familiar feel of the body next to his, relished the thought of what would come next. The voice was back, whispering his name, hoarse with desire. Draco's body shivered slightly, his nipples tightening slightly with the chill in the air. He spoke again, in a whisper meant only for Draco.

"You want me. I can see your desire. I want you too." His voice caressed Draco like fingers trailing over his skin. "I love your body, my Draco. I love your pale skin, it absorbs light, it is so beautiful." A quiet laugh sent pleasure streaking down his spine. "I like that. My Draco. You're mine." One finger was drawn down Draco's jaw and he smiled.

"Always." Draco's voice mingled with that of the other young man, certainly filling each syllable.

Draco opened his eyes to blinding sunlight.

"Always." He tasted the word on his tongue and smiled slightly, his body and heart told him the word was true. His mind wandered in circles, trying to remember if he'd heard that voice before. "I'm yours." He whispered into the still and silent room. "Whoever you are."

He shifted, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Draco lay his head in his hands. Thankful again that being a prefect gave him a room of his own, he whispered, "I've heard your voice before, I know I have. So who are you?" He struggled to put a face to the voice, struggled to figure himself out.

Glancing at the window, to the sun that was well above the horizon, he judged he didn't have much time before he'd have to be down in the front hall. Today was Halloween, and there was a visit to Hogsmeade scheduled for today.

Draco sauntered into the entrance hall, moving around the large group of students eagerly chattering about what they would do when they got to Hogsmeade. Draco hovered on the edge of the crowd as they got ready to leave, searching the voices that filled the air for any clue as to his dream man.

Later that day, Draco moved down the crowded street, avoiding meeting the eyes of anyone he passed. Clutching his cloak tightly around him, he moved toward the shrieking shack, hoping that by this time everyone would have visited and left, leaving him the solitude of the haunted house and it's grounds. He had some deep soul-searching to do.

"Always." Draco's voice mingled with that of the other young man, certainly filling each syllable. His warm hand cupped Draco's chin and tilted his face into a kiss. As their tongues caressed each other, Draco reached up to the other boy, his hands carefully feeling the warm flesh above him. Draco wrapped his hands around the other boy and pulled him down to rest on top of the blond. Draco moaned as his erection was pressed against a length of thigh, as he felt the heat of his lover's erection against him. Draco slowly ran his hand down the body on top of him, settling the other boy comfortably between Draco's thighs.

Draco's body was aflame, aching with need when he woke. He had, somewhere along the way, fallen hopelessly in love with this boy who he'd only dreamed about. Sighing, he gripped his aching erection and brought himself to a shuddering climax in a few moments. This was becoming a morning ritual, and Draco wished that it could be a ritual with his love.

Later that day, Draco bundled himself as he walked down to Hagrid's cabin for the last Care of Magical Creatures lesson before Christmas break. He didn't really hear the chatter of the group of Slytherin's that bunched around him, but he did hear a low laugh behind him that caught his ear. He straightened suddenly and turned around, startling his fellow students, but only paid attention to the trio that was walking a little way behind him. Seeing his rival and his two sycophants, his mind raced, with one thought uppermost: No, not one of them! For a moment, he stared at them, then he started away from his friends, pausing only to motion them to go to class. He circled wide of the Gryffindor trio and hurried back up to the castle.