It was the end of another long day of double potions, herbology, transfiguration and Muggle studies. And Harry Potter was tired. He crawled into his bed, pulling the curtains, and snuggled deep into his covers. Sighing, as he shifted his shoulders, trying to relax, he hoped that his tiredness would keep the dreams at bay. Dreams of red eyes, snakes talking to him, and flashes of green had woken him night after night. And he was tired. Tired of fighting and searching for the secrets of the Dark Lord's Horocruxes, Harry just wanted a night of peaceful slumber to give him the strength to continue. Turning to his side, Harry sighed deeply and hugged his pillow while waiting for sleep to come.
Oh Merlin! The red eyes flashing at him! The snakes telling him to "Die Potter Die!" His parents swirling about him at the graveyard, calling to him "Harry, Harry, save us…save us." Please, please go away, Harry pleaded as he tossed on the bed. Moaning deep in his throat, Harry waited in his dream world for the next attack, the darkness pulsing with green and silver flashes. Cold ghostly hands reaching for him amidst red eyes glinting in the darkness fill his dream now. Harry tossed fretfully as the hissing grew louder, and then stopped as a white shapeless form flowed across him. Dream Harry held his breath when suddenly soft butterflies tickled their way from his ear to his lips. Soft brushes across his cheeks that felt so good. The soft tickling feeling dropped to his mouth and soft lips brushed his. Oh Merlin, is that you Ginny? His mind called to her. But, she had left him so long ago. Red hair faded to glimpses of blond. Brown eyes changing to stormy grey and flashes of red eyes and Lucius Malfoy glaring at him swirled thru his dream. Harry shifted restlessly as soft kisses trailed across his face to his ear. He giggled in his sleep as a gentle tongue tickled his ear, tracing the contours and ridges before trailing softly down his neck.
"Oh thank you Merlin!" he heard his dream self breath as soft slender fingers unbuttoned his pajama top and slid across his chest. The soft nipping kisses followed the ghostly fingers as they traced the contours of his chest, finding every dip and curve. Slowly the sensations found his navel and he felt a wetness tracing down to the waistband of his pants and then a cool breath across his damp skin. The sleeping boy shivered as soft hands found their way lower. He whimpered softly as they slid his pajama pants down his legs. Reaching for Ginny and finding nothingness, Harry lowered his arms and grasped the sheets twisting them, as a soft moist warmth engulfed him.
"Ginny, Ginny," he moaned as a tongue traced down his hardening cock, carefully following the ridge around the head. He was wet and needed her and where was she? He could almost feel her but all he could see was silvery blond hair shimmering around. The hissing of snakes grew louder as he felt the hands cup his heavy balls, rolling them slowly between the cool fingers. The warmth was enclosing them, tickling the surface and tracing the ridges. Softness pressing them and Harry clutched his sheets and writhed and the warmth drew him in. The tingling found it way back to his cock engulfing him. Warm and hard and soft and ohh …it was tight and he could feel himself losing himself to the sensations coursing throughout his body. He left his dream coming and coming and coming.
Harry shifted to his stomach and pressed his damp forehead deeper into his pillow. His sleep was deep and dream free. He sighed quietly as he tugged his pillow closer. "Don't go," he murmured to the darkness of his room.
"Sweet dreams are made of this, Harry," Draco whispered as he quietly shut the door.