Chapter 6:

Dream hood Revisited

Beta and co-author Lukanicus

Draco knew that the members of Slytherin house would have missed him during the day, especially those of his year. At this moment his temperament was such that he would not entertain the inquisitiveness of his classmates. So upon entering the Slytherin common room, a couple of well placed death glares at the most intrusive minded of his peers was all that was required to inhibit the most inquisitive minds. Thus, Draco did not meet any questions when he arrived in the main part of the Slytherin common room.

During the extended absence of Draco a couple of third years made the very daring decision to sit on Draco's favourite chaise lounge. Upon getting sight of Draco, they immediately jumped up. They offered their apologies at daring to sit in the favourite seat of the nearest thing that the Slytherin house had to royalty.

"Sorry, Malfoy"

"We were just keeping it warm for you, honest"

Draco's mind was on far more important things than the propriety of his favourite seat in the Slytherin common room. Very much out of his normal dour character, he smiled sort of sweetly and made a gesture resembling magnanimous forgiveness. The two third year boys had the look of being passed by a Dementor since no one ever before had been treated so generously by Draco Malfoy.

Draco was so caught up in his own thoughts and in such a hurry to get to the comfort of his decadent bed that his behaviour was out of sorts to an extreme. He glanced over and saw the expressions of the two. He realised that this was indeed very strange thing for him to have done. Therefore, he took out his wand and immediately hexed both boys with swollen tongues. As an after thought, he gave each a huge pimple on the end of their noses for good measure. The other occupants of the common room were expecting this turn in charity and did not pay much attention to the pair as they rushed in the direction of the door and out to the infirmary.

Draco went down the hall to his dormitory room, got into his bed and closed the bed hangings. Then he preformed a Privacy Charm to seal the curtains and a Silencing Charm to insure that he was not disturbed. He wished Harry was with him to extol more kisses on and to feel his body against his own. Draco's mind wondered what Harry was doing. Had anyone seen him on his way back to Gryffindor tower? Had he managed to avoid all the questions that he was dreading? Was he thinking of me?

Draco was aroused like he had never been aroused before. His groin was aching for attention so he freed himself of his clothes. The Quidditch that he had played over the years had kept his naturally slim body tight and muscular. He placed his hand firmly on his cock and pulled the skin so it loosened slightly to his touch. Then he lightly rubbed his hand up and down over the hilt. When Draco normally masturbated, he appeared to be disgusted with himself and would wish the whole act over so that he could achieve his orgasm and then go about his business. Like most teenage boys, Draco needed to go about his business at least three times a day. However, this was totally different. This time he wanted to savour the experience and make it last. The thoughts driving this experience were solely of his new found love.

Imagining Harry's mouth on his own he licked his lips. He tasted his hero all over again. Holding his cock tight in his hand he moved his hips back and forth. His hand felt too dry and rough so he spat on it and rubbed the spittle onto his throbbing member. All moist and slippery now, he continued fucking thin air whilst he wished it was part of Harry. Draco thoughts wondered to the most erotic questions. How it must feel to have Harry's mouth around his cock at this moment? How would it feel to have Harry's cock at the back of his throat? What would Harry's love juices taste like in his mouth? How would Harry's swollen cock feel deep inside his body?
How any part of Harry, however large or small, would be enough at this moment of sublime satisfaction? This moment belonged to Draco's sexual imagination and he promised himself that he would develop a lot of skills in this department as time passed.

Draco came ferociously as he imagined Harry sitting down on his face with his firm tight buttocks glistening with copious amounts of Draco's saliva. Draco had never come so much with so much pleasure and energy. The orgasm seemed to last for ages as he was thrashing about on the bed as each eruption sent an electric shock flowing through his body.

When he finally finished coming Draco slowly rolled on to his side and fell into a deep exhausted asleep. The angelic figure from his dreams of the last two months eventually returned and sat at the same chair she always had. Draco was trying hard this time to fight against her will. 'I won't go with you, I won't,' he thought.

However, he seemed to have no control over the events. Once again the beautiful figure held out her delicate hand and Draco's hand instinctively moved to her as she led him again to the stunningly red field of poppies. Draco tried to pull back and to stop what he knew was inevitably on its way. But he could not stop her leading him to the section of the field where the battle was raging. Like the nights before Draco saw himself cowering whilst Harry took the brunt of the attack from the Death Eaters. All four hastily fired spells at Draco while Harry was dying from his attempt to save him. This time something was different, Draco didn't want to run and hide any more, he wanted to stand and to fight back. The figure looked at him and pointed to the battle like she had on all the previous occasions.

"Let me protect him, he can't die."

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Draco was screaming and fighting with all his power to get his alter ego to fight for Harry,

"Help him you fucker help himmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

Green light shot from Draco's hands in the direction of battle, he didn't understand what was happening.

"Help me understand spirit. Please help me."

Draco woke with a jolt. He was sweating profusely and totally out of breath. His face was profusely wet from the tears that he must have cried during the bewilderingly dreadful dream. These dreams have got to stop. Now more than ever he would have to make them stop. Seeing Harry die, over and over again, seemed to be taking more than its normal toll on him. Of course he knew it was a dream, but it felt so real.

Wishing to wash some of the feelings tragedy away, Draco decided to get up and take a soothing shower. Removing the spells he had place on his hangings, he got out of bed, donned his bathrobe and went to the bathroom. Feeding some of his vanity, Draco looked in the mirror over the lavatory. He was astonished to realise that something else had occurred that had never happened to any Malfoy in living memory. He had a spot on his cheek. Malfoy's skin had never before blemished for any reason.

Draco ran for his wand and after saying a couple of quick spells relaxed knowing that he had a flawless complexion again. He removed his garments and set a warm relaxing temperature for his shower before he entered. He tried to wash the sweat as well as the tension he felt down the drain with the soothing shower. Stepping out of the shower, he dried himself. But he wasn't feeling very well at all, something wasn't right. He didn't know what it was. It wasn't his feelings for Harry. They were perhaps stronger than they had ever been. Putting the pressure he felt at the moment as the cause for his uneasiness, he returned to his room and dressed for breakfast.

Taking even more care today to dress to impress he put on his very best robes, his most expensive cologne behind his ears and let his hair fall free for a change. He took a spoon up from the tray at the side of his bed, tapped it with his wand and turned it into a pair of glasses the same as Harry's. Putting them on, he looked in the mirror.

"Yum, Yum" the mirror seemed to say, Draco realised that Blaise was now awake and sat on the edge of his own bed with his lustful look as always.

"My Draco you look good enough to eat, and I'm sooooooooooo hungry. Come let me taste you."

Draco took the glasses off. He turned coldly to Zabini with his piercing glare. Draco took great care to make sure that every word he said would have the desired effect before he spat them out.

"Let me be clear when I say this. As long as I have a hole in my ass, you will never touch, or be touched by me"

Continuing to glare, "When I let someone treat me as a piece of food, it will not be some two galleon whore, it will be the man I love. When that happens I will offer my sweet little ass up to him and let him fuck me into next year, loving every bit of it"

Zabini had got off his bed and stood away from Draco. Having lost all expression on his face, He said, "I was only joking Draco don't get so mad, and since when have you decided that you are gay?"

"None of your gods damn fucking business."

"Whoa, take it easy tiger. I said I was sorry. Fucking hell your touchy this morning, who the fuck rattled your cage?"

Draco knew his point had clearly hit home, as Zabini was looking very sheepish now.

"Cant imagine any one would be good enough for the great Draco. I can't imagine what they would have to do to make you fall in love with them. Some form of rich bastard from a great wizarding family I bet"

Draco ignored the obviously disguised verbal jab as an attempt to pry out more information. Besides he had no desire to discuss his private activities concerning Harry with him and he ignored the ill mannered git.

"Come on Draco what sort of guy is he, a Quidditch player, Model, Teacher? Please tell me. Come on you tease."

Walking out the door, he turned to his room mate and sneered, "The sort that will die for me."

With that said Draco left his dormitory with a flourish. He left so quickly that his brutish guardians that normally accompanied him, Grabbe and Goyle, were not yet out of their beds. He seemed to glide out of the Slytherin common room and through the dungeons as he went to the Great Hall for breakfast, alone.