I don't own Harry Potter, if I did it would be one twisted little book that only a Boblander could love. But happily I can borrow the people and places from it so enjoy.

AUTHOR NOTE: This is during their seventh year. I am in denial about HBP and OofP so ya they didn't happen for this fic. Instead Voldie was beaten some time in their sixth year and at Hogwarts and was given to Majin Bob as a slave to do with as she wishes, so this is post evil man being able to do anything.

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Chapter 2: Only a dream…

Harry snapped awake and stared around him at the closed hanging about his bed. That had not just happened, he had not just begged for Draco fucking Malfoy to do that to him. He hated that git and did not want to have him do any such thing to him. He shifted a bit causing his pajama bottoms to rub against the straining erection he still had. He hissed as the sensation nearly sent him over the edge and he groaned.

He sat up and wrapped his arms about his legs trying to ignore his problem as he buried his face in his legs. That could only mean one thing, and that was that he /had/ just dreamed that. Not only that though it also meant that he had, at least in the dream, liked it.

He sat for a long time just trying to wrap his thoughts about what that meant his thoughts going a million miles an hour as he did so. It had been a rather vivid dream. He shifted again, very vivid. He could still almost feel Draco. The way his hands had roamed over his body. The words that were ghosted over his ear causing him to shiver with need even as he tried to fight what was happening and the way his body was responding. He could still picture the Slytherin's half naked form, and just that thought alone caused him to bite his lip and groan again.

His thoughts were not stopping at that though and instead wondered farther into the dream. His lip started to bleed as he bit down even harder trying to suppress the moan that was trying to now work it's way from his throat. What was worse though with this train of though he could feel his now rather painfully hard length respond even more. Ok he had to do something about that before he made a mess of his pants. He pulled open the hanging to his bed and looked around the room.

He nearly startled himself to death when he saw the hanging to the other four beds open before it hit him. He was alone in the room. Well no matter he still needed to get to the shower. He pulled himself out from under his sheets and made his way to the shower taking some sweats and a turtle neck shirt with his when he noticed that it was just about dawn.

Out of habit he locked the door behind him before stripping off the light cloth pants he had worn to bed the night before. He stood there for a moment as the cold tile of the floor cooled some of the raging fire in his body. For once in all of his seven years at Hogwarts he was glad to have been left alone for Christmas break. He shuddered as he imagined what could have happened had there been others in the room. Considering his raging erection he had no clue what else he could have been doing or saying for other people to hear.

Another shudder ran through him as he remembered his words again. At first he was fine with his words after all he was trying to make the other boy stop. Towards then end though…his words form his dream rang in his mind over and over 'Fuck…this'…'Just…fuck…me'.

He spent a long time just standing there on the cold tile floor as the heat was both sapped and kindled in him now. He just could not make his words leave his mind. It was Draco. As in Draco Malfoy. As in his arch rival. He just could not have any feelings, especially /those/ feelings, for him. It was not for the reason most people would think though. Most would think he did not like them because Draco was another male, but that was not the case.

Late fifth year he had like most hormonal and horny boys started experimenting. At first it was just Cho Chang and all he ever did was kiss her. After her he went out with Ginny for a while but they had both ended up agreeing they were better as just friends. After Ginny though something had occurred to him, he had not really felt connected to either of his girlfriends, what did that mean for him?

Did that mean he was gay? Well Harry for one was definitely unsure about that, but it had not been hard for him to find a boy will to experiment with him. In the end they too had broken up but with even that time Harry found something out about him self. He was gay or at the very least he was bi. It had taken his the better part of last year after his break up with his fellow student to come to terms with that fully, but he had done it.

Sine that though Harry had not even tried to hide his new found wisdom about himself. So Dumbledore's Golden boy was at least bi, not like he cared. Well in the end it turned out he did care cause it only gained him more attention then he had before. He was already more famous then in fifth or even sixth year for his help in defeating Voldemort over this last summer. Then add to it the attention and looks he was now receiving from not just the admiring fan girls, but the admiring fan boys as well.

Harry shivered drawing himself from his thoughts. No it was not Draco's sex that bothered him, it was that it was Draco. Again words from the dream echoed in his head but not just his, this time Draco's joined them 'You like this, I know it, so why are you fighting it?' the other boy had asked him and his response 'Not…this…you' see even in his dream he knew it was only wrong because it was Draco.

Contemplating Draco's words though brought other results other then just the remembrance of the dream. His aching cock throbbed in need of released as Harry unwittingly tortured himself with his musings; or more exactly the voice and touch belonging to the man, quite literally, of his dreams. He groaned again, but this time from the impending head ach that was now threatening due to him trying to work out his confusing thoughts on no food and very little restful sleep.

Deciding that he really did need to get out so he could relax a bit and forget the dream he had just had he moved forwards and turned on the shower to a more chilled temperature then he normally would have and steeped into the spray of the shower. He could go have breakfast the go to Hogsmeade maybe a butter beer at the Three Broomsticks and a trip to Zinkos would help him forget.

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Autumn Malfoy-Potter –More you wants so more you get, hope you enjoyed the new chapter.