A tangle of limbs…saliva and sweat…a haze of red…frantic desperation and sweet release…primal…passionate…obsession…eyes slammed shut…screams...stained…
Draco Malfoy sat bolt upright, panting and drenched in sweat. He closed his eyes in desperation to recall the Goddess he had just visited. The details of the dream were slipping away fast. All he could remember was the sea of crimson red…
"Fuck" he spat as he pushed his matted hair away from his face with a shaking hand. He sat perfectly still for a moment, letting his chest rise and fall with deep breathes before grabbing his wristwatch from the chest of draws beside his bed.
6am? No point in going back to sleep.
Pushing back the heavy green blankets and the black silk sheets and stepping out of bed, reaching for his robe.
He'd take a long hot shower before setting off for breakfast a little earlier than usual.
He got to the great hall at 7:45 and took his seat in the middle of the Slytherin table, revelling in the fact that he could get some time to himself. He spread the Daily Prophet out in front of him, taking in the morning news over a cup of sweet tea and some cold toast with warm butter.
The hall grew gradually louder as more and more crowded and Draco was just about to fold up his newspaper and go and find somewhere quieter to go, before a highly unpleasant screeching noise jarred his mind.
"Draaaaco, where were you this morning? You know how I hate waking up in your bed all on my own…" Pansy began, sliding into the seat beside Draco, her hand slipping into his crotch.
"I get so lonely. And you know what my favourite morning activity is…" letting her fingers rub the slowly growing bulge beneath his oxford slacks.
Draco sat completely still, looking bored still flipping the pages of the newspaper over, obviously finding her attentions completely text book.
"My apologies" he said lazily, taking his free hand and running it up her thigh until it reached her ass, which wasn't very well hidden by her super short grey school skirt.
"I'll make it up to you later" he informed her, in a very business-as-usual manner. The days when Pansy Parkinson excited him were over, but he was bored and as usual, horny and a fuck was a fuck. Usually, at least once a day, he and either her or one of the other girls in his house would retire to his private quarters were he'd make quick work of taking full advantage of his position and unceremoniously shag her senseless before going about his day as though it hadn't happened.
Other times, he and his choice of girl would sneak into a broom cupboard or empty classroom and get it over with in there.
He used to enjoy the fact that he could have any girl at Hogwarts with a simple nod, but now, he had to admit it was getting dull.
There was no chase. No excitement. No effort involved at all.
And even though making an effort wasn't really his thing, it would be nice to have to work at it every so often; to feel like he would really deserve what he received.
Just then, a girls scream interrupted his trail of thought; A scream that struck a chord somewhere in his mind. His head shot up and his gaze fell upon one Virginia Weasley.
She was sitting in her usual place at the Gryffindork table, in between the mud blood and that girl he fucked during the last week before school.
It looked like the Weasey girl had been sent a parcel of some sort, that was causing a lot of chaos, small fireworks were going off all over the place for some reason, explaining her surprised scream. Just as he was letting his eyes rake over her pretty little body, she raised her head and her big brown eyed gaze met his.
At that very moment, when their eyes connected, Draco saw a flash of the girl in his dream. He saw her, hazily, with her head thrown back and her mouth open letting out a scream, and then her head snapped forward, and the same gaze met his. Her eyes. The same almond shaped, big, sparkling brown eyes as the ones he was still staring into.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed again, and stood up suddenly, upsetting his cold cup of tea. He had dreamt of HER? His pagan Goddess, was the little Weasel girl?
He turned around and strode out of the hall, leaving a very startled looking Pansy and a very amused looking Ginny.
This was too easy.