Over tired and over stressed Harry Potter laid vertical on his prosperous bed. His eyes were heavily shut as the miscreant Malfoy looked down upon his comely features. He was waiting for that opportune moment to have his wicked and disgusting way with the fine boy.
But he couldn't yet; he knew that once he started that Harry could feel literally him if he awoke. That brief but sexy, soft kiss back in the classroom did slide by barely. But that was due to Harry oblivious state of mind. Draco had read clearly in the text that the person (or persons wink, wink ladies) was completely attuned to their natural senses that the spell would be shattered.
Draco's plan was to bind Potter to the bloody bedpost and then have his amusement. Yes any second now he would fulfill this dark need. The need to shell out punishment toward the gold fuck.
Harry was drifting slowly into his tranquil spot. The only place where no one could bother him, his dreams. Granted that lately they were nightmares of becoming a Slytherin and biting the noses off of unsuspecting bunnies. He didn't really know what the fuzz balls meant though. He thought it might represent a tradition of He-who-will-not-be-named, but it wasn't a quite clear dream. Usually a bit fuzzy around the edges but at least Harry narrow it down to the rabbits and not witness nose-less horses.
However the dream, nay nightmare, that he was having now was even worse. He dreamed of being in a classroom tied to a desk, naked? He couldn't tell due to the uncomfortably tight blind fold across his upper face.
He tired to scream but was silenced by a crushing hand. He darted out his tongue and tired biting it off but this seemed to excite the person somewhat. Their other hand trailed to his face then hair caressing it lightly as if it were the only thing in the world.
True, it would've felt nice but he did feel vulgar because his body was being made whore property. His mind-started racing, the darkness was frightening him to no end. Who was this trying to reach him?
His money was on Ginny until he felt the hand travel to his stomach and rub circles over his six pack of abs. Ginny might have naught thoughts, but seeing the way she grew up well, he knew it was a slim change at being her.
Maybe it could be Hermione because he did hear her talk about his body when he got out of the shower. All blushing and studering, if she wasn't gonna end with Ron well he'd give her a chance at a go.
He gasped in his sleep as he felt the smooth fingers run across his thighs.
OKAY! WHAT THE HELL? It's was so not Hermione because he felt something that resembled a wand of a male (yes ladies it IS what you're thinking) against his side.
At that second he knew who it was. The one boy he loathed was touching him and making him feel sexy and good? Okay now he had lost his mind. It was the one and only....
Malfoy in the mean time watched (in lusty interest) the moaning and squirming male teen. His head moved from side to side in passion and contentment. Draco felt a spread of overwhelming pride that Potter finally appreciated him and his body.
But the most shocking was the fact that Draco hadn't had not tie the boy up and do the deed. Potter was dreaming of him out of his own free will!
TBC
A/n- Guess what? Tomorrow finally came! SO SORRY! I got into this prop job thing and I'm taking acting and SCHOOL BITES so please forgive and review!