The Dreams of Reality
Co-Authors: Jelisee and Obscene Maureen
Chapter 9: What We Require
The next day, Draco woke up in the Hospital Wing, recovering from his injuries. He kept his eyes closed, for he was tired and wanted to continue to snooze.
"Oh Draco, poor baby…" A young, annoying, and vaguely familiar female voice crooned.
Damn it, the mother hen was back.
"If only I was there, I could have helped you against that little Muggle-loving weasel, what a little brat! Why didn't you hit him back, baby? Tell me! And why weren't Crabbe and Goyle with you? Usually you always have them around, but they said that you've been ignoring them for the past two weeks. Draco, Draco baby…"
Draco dug into his bed sheets with his fists, trying to restrain himself from telling Pansy to shut up. He just wanted to go back to sleep. Why the hell was she talking to him if she thought he was asleep, anyway?
Don't think about it, Draco told himself, just continue pretending you're asleep.
"Draco…Draco, listen to me." Pansy nagged. She then used her hand, and gave him a nudge on his shoulder. "Draco…Draco…"
Draco couldn't take it anymore.
"DAMN IT, GIRL, WOULD YOU STOP INVADING MY SPACE!" He yelled at her.
Pansy seemed taken aback by this remark, but only for a second. "Draco, what has gotten into you?"
"What has gotten into ME? You're the one whose nagging me with your 'Draco, Draco, why weren't Crabbe and Goyle with you' remarks! Just shut up and leave me alone, okay?" Draco wrapped this bedcovers around him, turned his face away from Pansy, and became silent and still.
Pansy stood beside Draco, silent, but then turned around and ran away from the Hospital Wing, while her shoes' tap tap's gradually grew quieter, until they diminished completely.
Draco smirked. If only she knew whom he really liked.
An hour later, Madam Pomfrey rapped on the door of the Hospital Wing.
"Mr. Malfoy, you have another visitor." She said.
Malfoy sat up eagerly. "Who is it?"
"It's Mr. Potter." The nurse said. "Oh, and you're free to go whenever you feel like it now, for your cuts have mended and your bruises have healed." She exited out of the room just as Draco gave a grateful "thanks".
A few seconds later, the head of a certain raven-haired boy popped in from behind the doorway.
"Come in." Draco said cheerfully, and Harry Potter walked back in to the Hospital Wing.
"How did Weasley take it?" Draco asked as soon as Harry settled down in a chair beside him.
"I think he'll be alright."
"That's cool." Draco said.
Harry leaned over and gave Draco a kiss on the lips, then whispered into his ear. "When can you leave the Hospital Wing, Love?"
Draco felt a warm sensation when Harry said that. "Well, Madam Pomfrey said that I could go whenever I want. Would you want me to go with you now?
"Please do."
Draco climbed off the bed, and Harry helped him change from his pajamas into his school robes.
"Want to finish off what we started yesterday?" Draco whispered to Harry in a low voice.
Harry gave him a smile. "You know I do. And this time, I shall be the one who decides where we go. Not you, ME."
"Oh? And where would that be, Mr. Potter?" Draco said in a mocking voice.
"You shall see, Mr. Malfoy. Close your eyes, and let me lead the way."
Draco did as Harry instructed him to, and put his palms to his eyes.
"No peeking." Harry instructed.
"I'm not." Draco said, slightly annoyed.
Draco followed Harry, who had his hands on both of Draco's shoulders in order to steer him in different directions. Draco felt awkward at first because he worried that Harry might push him into a wall as a prank, but began to trust Harry as the walk went on.
"Stop." Harry commanded. "Now, open your eyes."
Draco uncovered his eyes, and looked at the door in front of him.
"It's a broom closet, Harry."
"Oh please. Don't you recognize this hallway?"
Draco studied the hallway in which they were standing. "I think that this was the place Professor Umbridge led us Slytherins during our fifth year."
"That's right. Draco, this is the Room of Requirement, and it gives us what we want the most of all."
"What do we want most of all?" Draco asked stupidly.
"Privacy, of course."
Draco watched Harry close his eyes, take a deep breath, and push open the door.
"Oh…my…god." Draco exclaimed as he saw the interior of the room.
The pale-golden room had a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, which was about a good 15 feet over the heads of the two boys. On one side of the room was a large dresser with a great mirror over it; while on the other side was a beautifully designed dark red couch. And right in the middle was a tall, canopied bed which had translucent white curtains hanging down from it.
Draco heard the door click shut behind him, after he entered. Draco turned around and noticed that it was Harry who closed it, and was now whispering a locking spell.
Draco walked up behind Harry, and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. Draco then kissed Harry on the neck, the shoulders, and going lower.
"Wait." Harry said, stopping him.
Draco frowned. "What now?"
"Let's do you first." Harry said. He undid Draco's robes, revealing the shirt and trousers underneath. Harry gave Draco a push, and Draco collapsed onto the couch behind him.
Draco knew what was going to happen next, or at least had a hint to it. He began undoing the buttons to his shirt, and felt his arousal, which had already begun to rise when Harry had entered the hospital wing, began to ache painfully.
After Draco removed his shirt, Harry pulled down the zipper of Draco's pants, causing the blonde to become rather self-conscious.
He soon realized that he had no reason to be nervous, for Harry had grasped his cock, and began to massage thehead with his thumb.
Spasms of pleasure shot through Draco. Even when Draco had used his left hand to please himself, (a trick which most Hogwarts boys learned by their 3rd year, and all knew by their 5th) he had never felt anything as sensational as this.
That is, until Harry Potter brought his warm mouth onto it.
Draco gasped loudly, and grasped the cloth on the couch with his hands, scrunching them tightly. He felt that incredible, rhythmic feeling, as Harry began to suck slowly; licking and tasting him as if he were a baby's pacifier.
"Oh, Harry…" Draco groaned aloud. Harry then moved his right hand onto the base of Draco's groin, and began to massage Draco's "family jewels".
Because Harry was also born of the male sex, he knew what sensations and touches that a young man craves. He knew where to touch, he knew where to lick—he knew where to suck, he knew what it did.
Draco restrained himself from letting out a cry, though his mouth opened up and he squeezed his eyes shut, bucking his hips now and then.
When he finally came, he felt the rhythmic motions of Harry's throat contract and expand, which caused Draco to shudder from the ecstacy.
He fell back onto the couch, naked, breathing, eyes half-closed, while Harry gave a soft chuckle.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this. I grew very VERY lazy. What happened was that Maureen was supposed to write this chapter, but she grew lazy, so I started to write it, but I grew lazy too. I knew what to write and everything, but I've been busy, plus I'm writing my very own book on the side, so it was my first priority, and this my second. When you add that to all my school work, I have been very stressed out lately. -Jelisee
