A Slytherin's Satisfaction

Disclaimer: Characters and all that good stuff belong to J.K. Rowling. No, I don't own either Draco Malfoy or Harry Potter, because if I did, I would force them out of the closet and into the Great Hall... during dinner. On the Head Table. Smearing each other with chocolate syrup and whip cream (cliché) and then they would be lick each other clean with their very talented tongues. And then AFTER that, I would have them.... (Okay, I'll be stopping now, before this disclaimer becomes X-rated.)

Summary: What gives our favorite Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, the ultimate bliss? Unadulterated satisfaction? ...Our favorite Gryffindor, Harry Potter, that's who. Now add strange situations and read about their first times.

A/N: Hello all! ::waves frantically:: Well, I am back, with a new chapter. Are you guys happy? Oh, well, I sincerely hope so. Thank you all SO MUCH for the reviews. This chapter is NOT a continuation to Chapter 4. It's its OWN story. It's quite pleasurable (or at least, I think so.) But you'll have to read and tell me if you agree. So, off you go! Read and review! Oh, this chapter is - AGAIN - in Draco's POV. The next story, which will be Chapter 7, will be Harry's POV, I swear. I was going to update 'A Slytherin's Satisfaction' with Harry's POV, but this little one-shot has been on my mind for awhile. So... enjoy!

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Into Gryffindor Territory

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Last night I dreamt of Granger.

Not in a sexual way, Thank God, but we were in compatible silence.

And suddenly, in my dream, she morphed into Potter.

Bushy brown hair became wild and black, brown eyes changed to different shades of green, pale skin tanned gracefully, girlish figure panned out into a rugged and manly build.

After seconds of watching Potter, I threw myself at him. I expected myself to kick his ass (again – only in my dreams) --- but I didn't.

My hands traveled under his jumper, across his chest, up his neck, down his back, to his ass, and he surprised me.

I guess I thought he would fight me with fists of his own, or yell sexual harassment, but he didn't.

He started to do things with his own hands that I didn't expect anyone, ever to do, to find all the right spots to hit.

And I never thought of him as doing this to anyone, let alone me.

But now, waking up and finding myself in such a state, I found myself troubled, groggy, sleepy, and horny. What's a boy to do?

And that is how I found my way padding along dark and freezing cold corridors walking the familiar path to the Gryffindor tower. (You don't have enemies and not know where they sleep...)

It didn't take long for me to charm my way past a very sleepy Fat Lady.

And it wasn't that hard to find myself in Potter's room, to find Potter's bed, and last of all to find Potter himself.

But how I found myself poking and prodding Potter away while simultaneously casting a silencing charm, I'll never know.

"Potter, wake UP!"

He shifted slightly and opened one eye, glanced my way and started muttering, "No way, another dream, go away, Draco isn't here, another dream..."

Ah, so Potter has been dreaming about me, has he?

Bending over at the waist, my mouth positioned right above his ear.

"Oh, but its not a dream, Potter."

His eyes open frantically; it must have been my breath in his ear, trailing down his neck, seeping into his skin.

"MALFOY?! What are you doing here?! No way, this is not real, this can't be real, Malfoy would NOT be in the Gryffindor Tower at midnight to come see me..."

My lips descended on his, to keep him quiet, my mind reminded me. But I knew it wasn't true.

I kissed him, knowing about the silencing charm, knowing about the consequences, because... I wanted to.

And this Malfoy always gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants it.

And right now... I want a very willing Harry Potter under me. Loving me.

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Notes: smirks Was that evil of me, to leave you guys right there? Well... let your imaginations go hog-wild! I have a question. Are any of you guys bothered that Harry and Draco have sex or "sexual relations" right off the bat? Because, for this particular one-shot, they can either have wild crazy sex for hours (which will be edited, for does not tolerate NC-17 stuff. GRRR), or a very interesting conversation. Shall we vote? Who wants sex between Harry and Draco?

::raises hand::

But really, tell me what you think. Okay, hope you all enjoyed! I'll try and write up the continuation to this soon, but you all know how reviews make me happy, don't you? So you know how to manipulate me into making me write faster? Yes – you've got it in one – review. You guys are brilliant.

Rivere Fenix