A/N: This story starts out really sucking but I got about 8 chapters done already and I swear it gets really good…when I read it over I'm all excited like 'holy shit what's going to happen next?'. Then I remember I'm writing the damn thing and I get to decide LMAO.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…just borrowing.
Harry Potter lay in his dorm bed, unable to sleep. He stared at the ceiling, letting random thoughts form in his head but not liking the turn they were taking.
'"Come on you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest
the laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.
It seemed to ages for Sirius to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch....
Harry shook his head to release the vision from his head. Tears filled his eyes for the millionth time in what felt like only days. More memories flooded his head before he could stop them.
From right behind him a drawling voice said "Very good Potter, now slowly turn around and give that to me".
Harry's eyes narrowed, the prophecy, if Trelwany had just kept her stupid fake trap shut none of this would have happened. Malfoy's Drawl repeated over and over in his head.
Malfoy, His thoughts really didn't need to stray there. He hadn't even been thinking about Malfoy Junior. But still his mind filled with his face, his silver eyes, his pale skin and mostly his lips. Harry shook his head again, he had been trying so hard for the past week not to think about Malfoy, but it was completely useless seeing as how he was always wondering why he was thinking about Malfoy in the first place.
Harry tried to fall asleep, and sleep finally found him, whether he got any rest is a different story.
Harry tossed in his sleep as his dreams turned from fitful to slightly disturbing.
"Tell me what you want me to do" Draco said running his hands through Harry's hair "Tell me you want me "
"Oh...gods Draco.... I...I want you.... Draco" Harry moaned out.
Draco smirked and raked his fingernails down Harry chest so rough they left gashes. Harry arched into the touch, wincing in pain, but deriving pleasure in it as well.
"Tell me you're mine" Draco said.
Harry cired out "I'm.... Yours...please Draco" he said.
"What?" Draco asked "Tell me what to do" He said.
"Fuck me" Harry moaned out.
Harry woke up with his heart pounding and his pants considerably tighter 'what the fuck was that all about?' he asked himself 'since when do I dream about Malfoy.... And like that!'.
Harry blinked consecutively for about 5 minutes before deciding he needed a really cold shower. He got out of the bed and headed to the showers.
He headed down to breakfast and sat down next to Hermione "Hey Harry" She said not looking up from her book.
"Hey Hermione, Ron" Harry said.
"hph Hphre" Ron said with his mouth full.
Hermione scrunched up her face disgustedly "Ron, don't you're spraying food everywhere".
The doors to the great hall opened and Harry turned to look at them, in walked Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson, Harry's eyes widened comically he blushed and looked back down at his plate.
Across the hall, Draco looked over to the Gryffindor table in time to catch Harry's eye's widen, then he blushed and looked down at his plate. Draco raised an eyebrow but otherwise completely ignore the other boy existed.
