Part Six- Best Dreams Ever Dreamt
Sweaty bodies, the scent of sex in the air, and the rapid breathing meant that the two sharing the bed in the Room of Secrets had just finished an awesome session of great shagging. Harry nestled, still panting, into a mass of pillows Draco resting his head below Harry's collarbone.
"So, the interview went well?" Harry opened eyelids to meet silvery eyes.
"I guess so. I mean Ms. Byron said that I had many fine qualities and another interview would happen. It will be in November-ish." He frowned a bit, then tried to lift the corners of his mouth in smile.
"Oh great, have fun with that one. In the meantime" Draco sat up and ran his hand through dark locks. Eyelids closed over emerald eyes, savoring the touch. Their lips met again and the heat was turned up again.
Tongues slipped and moved this way and that. Draco climbed on top of his lover and began to run pallid hands over the tanner body. Harry moved his own hands over Draco's arms and back. Draco had gained some much-needed weight in the last few weeks. Quidditch practice was taking its toll on the pair as well; misused muscles regaining their summer denied workouts.
Draco slowly moved across cheek and jaw, and began licking and nipping a trail down Harry's torso. He paused at his navel, then looked into emerald eyes. There was a glint that made Harry smile even wider. The stress of the day was forgotten completely, wrapped up and stored away by love and lust.
A hand trailed over a tanned thigh, smooth fingertips making their way over hip and sides. A smaller body spooned against his own was doing the caressing, as someone else's lips touches his own. The fingers left his side and interlaced with the lover doing the kissing. Harry looked down after lips parted, and saw Draco's hand entangled with someone who had purple painted fingernails.
A groan escaped his open mouth when the other lover nipped and suckled at his neck, while the other mouth worked below the hallow of his collarbone.
"Promise we won't wait this long again?" A feminine voice spoke. "Promise that we won't ever deny our needs again." It was Ginny's, but full of seduction and carnal desire.
"I promise..." Harry gasped as Draco began sliding his fingertips down his torso past the black curls that lead their trail down.
The dawn was breaking in through the drapes of his canopy bed. Harry was sore from head to toe, not to mention sticky.
"Fuck!"
"Harry?" Ron called somewhere across the dormitory. "Breakfast is almost over, hurry up or you'll miss the newest lecture on Nagas."
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." Halloween morning had started out happily enough, he just hoped that Ginny would be out of sight for the morning. Or else there was going to be some noise coming from the nearest, closed-in place from where they'd meet.
Ron was already scuttling off. Harry grabbed for the nearest, cleanest set of robes. He struggled to put them on in a half-wet dream daze, snatched his bookbag and ran to the Great hall.
Ginny wasn't there, and neither was Draco. Never had someone wanted to see two people so badly, and yet run if they were within a hundred yards. He hurriedly ate and ran for N.E.W.T's Care of Magical Creatures.
His heart fell as Percy was there with Hagrid. Don't let Percy stay, don't wanna talk to the bastard.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher barely acknowledged Harry as he passed by, blue robes fluttering behind him, clutching his arm in the white sling.
"He seems to be in a bad mood," Hermione commented.
"Yeah, he's not the only one," Ron commented. "Did ya see Snape take ten points from that Ravenclaw girl just because she dropped her books and one hit his foot? Git."
At that moment the Slytherins, the only two currently in the class, started giggling. Blaise and Theodore were looking at something in their hands.
"What could you two have anything intelligent to say?" Hermione snapped.
"We were just laughing at Potter, and his new girlfriend. Or should we say Draco's?" Blaise turned held up a picture; it was Draco and Ginny holding hands. She started giggling. "Oooh, Draco's been a naughty boy. Tsk, tsk. What will his Mummy have to say?"
"Well I would say that if you don't hand over the picture, your parents are going to find out about the midnight excursions you two have been on." Draco had appeared out of nowhere, but there was fury that marked his eyes. "Now I can't use force to get the damned photo, but as you know there is a curfew that as Head Boy, I have to enforce."
Blaise's dark eyes went livid; Theodore just stared at Draco as though he'd never seen him before. Reluctantly she handed the snapshot to Draco; he crumpled it up and pocketed the trash. The dark female whispered something inaudible to the Gryffindors a few paces away, but the Head Boy merely scowled back.
"Okay, break up what ever yer fightin' 'bout." Hagrid's grunt voice broke the heavy silence. "If yer not gonna act like N.E.W.T students, don't come back to me class."
"If you can call it one," Theodore mumbled.
"Now lets get over ter the lake, I reckon Nemo is 'ungry." Nemo, the giant snake Naga that Hagrid had procured for his highest class. He adjusted the bloody bag over his shoulder and led the way to Nemo's dam.
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"Grrr! I hate potions!" Ginny slammed the book she'd been reading shut and began massaging her temples.
It had been almost two weeks since the Hogsmeade visit. The first Quidditch match had been played: Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. The score had been fairly close 110-160; it had been a Gryffindor victory for the seventh year in a row. Draco had been oddly quiet for a few days afterwards, then he returned to normal.
"Hey, it's not your fault you stink at potions." Draco picked up her book and flipped through the complex network of potions, herbs, fungi and plants. The redhead scowled for a moment, Draco spoke before she could open her mouth in protest. "The book is a fairly bad one. Here take my old notes." He handed her a thick stack of pages. She groaned and took them. "Don't worry, my notes aren't as bad as Granger's, well, at least most other people can understand mine."
"Thanks, Draco. I just don't know how I'm going to survive next year with out you." She took the notes and shoved them in her book.
"I got a secret, it called a quill, an owl and parchment." The Slytherin returned to his Transfiguration assignment.
"My problem is, too much work, not enough sleep. Not that I really do when I can." She sighed and pulled her Defense Against the Dark Arts book forward. "Basilisks, he gives us an essay to do on Basilisks! Bastard."
"What?!" Draco exclaimed, "he fucking gave you an essay to do on Basilisks?"
"I know that was my reaction, it was like 'Perce, I not only have I talked to one, the man who wielded it through me was You-Know...V...Voldemort.' I nearly cried." She turned her head away and delved into Dark Beasts and How to Defeat Them.
A few minutes of silence passed, broken only by occasional quill scratches and page ruffling. Draco looked up for a moment and saw a liquid crystalline tear soak into the pages of her book. He moved books of the seat next to Ginny, moved the oak chair over and put his arms around the sobbing redhead. He let her cry for a few minutes; her crying heard by nobody outside the silence charmed study room.
"What's the real problem, Gin?" Draco cooed, as her hysteria calmed down. Ginny looked up; puffy red eyes strangely outlined her bronze eyes.
"I can't sleep, and when I do...it's filled with...nightmares or. But at the same time filled with complete..." She bit her lip.
"What?" He moved a strand of hair away from her face.
"Complete joy. Only when I wake up I feel disgusted. In my dreams I'm hurting people, sometimes people I love. And there are times, usually after what little I eat; I'm so sick to my stomach I have to just lay down. That's when I usually have the sadistic dreams. But before that and between dreams, it's about..." she took a breath, "you and Harry."
Draco's eyes widened. She lusted after him the way he did for her and Harry? The fact that he had nearly the same types of dreams, the three of them together, was unnerving.
"The happiness I feel from those dreams is immaculate. I feel so, whole. It's stupid, I've got a crush on two gay boys." She wiped the remainder of wet tears on her sleeve.
"I didn't think you, liked me, us. Gin, I think..." the Head Boy sighed. "Nothing, never-mind."
"Don't tell Harry please. I don't to break the two of you up. I'd just rather enjoy from a distance." She closed her book and grabbed her bag. "Thanks for the notes, I'll bring them back soon."
"Keep 'em as long as you need 'em." Draco plucked his quill from the inkwell and began playing with it.
"It seems like all I do is embarrass myself around you." She chuckled half-heartedly and walked out of the study room.
In her room she flung onto the bed and cried herself to sleep. The night surprisingly dreamless.