Important Author's Note:
Hello, readers! Since January 2020, I've been a member of the writing collaboration Seven Shades of Drarry, a group of seven Drarry writers coming together to write themed anthologies. Our fourth anthology — Seven Shades of Romance — is inspired by the romantic spirit of Valentine's Day. With this holiday's romantic vibe as our guide, and boosted by a hefty list of common and much-loved Drarry tropes, we've created a brand new anthology intended to warm your hearts on this love-crazed weekend. My work in that series is teased here, but you have to click to the collection's account to see the entire story. The link is in my author profile, or you can search users for "SevenShadesofDrarry".
SUMMARY: "Why does this dream have you more rattled than your prior ones?"
Because it wasn't just the dream. It was the dream…and the actions Draco had taken to go further than to just dream. But he shrugged, the movement a blatant lie; and delivered a carefully selected half-truth, "It's starting to take me longer to determine what was real and what was just my imagination."
Draco Malfoy has been dreaming about Harry Potter for exactly five-hundred and ninety-four days. He has dreamed of Harry Potter in every single position his brain could imagine…but dreams can only satisfy for so long.
Lust — the intense longing or desire, sexual or otherwise, e.g. for money or power.
TEASER
Lust | Infatuation's Observation with a Cause
by JessicaDoom
excerpt from Chapter One
It felt like all Draco did was lie these days. He lied to his therapist, which defeated the point of seeking help. He lied to his mother, who really probably did care for his mental stability. He lied to the reclamation board about finding purpose and solace in the mandated community service. He now lied to the men and women who tried to pick him up at the bars and cafés about having a husband or a wife waiting for him at home. He lied to everyone about everything possible because it was easy not to feel the guilt and shame any more than he already had to.
Guilt and shame — that was the root of it. Of all of it. Draco didn't need to fess up to Cheryl in order for her to tell him what he already knew. Not when he could feel those perfectly matched tumors nestled deep in his chest already. Not when he had already been carrying the weight of them since he was merely a boy.
The weight of his twinned sins had bred something entirely new since the day which ended the war. Draco had long since resigned to label this new and spreading cancer inside of him as deep-seated lust. Lust in the sexual, perverse definition, of course. But also lust for life and for normalcy and for something and someone. Lust for the reassurance of a consistently warm bed. Lust for somewhere to call home. Lust for stability and wholeness.
And, yes, lust as in lust. As in a psychological need to be (ful)filled by the most basic and carnal act of sex with another red-blooded human being.
But not just any human being. The one human being who was almost the antithesis of Draco in that he had saved just as many lives as Draco had likely tried to destroy.
Draco Malfoy had been dreaming about Harry Potter for exactly five-hundred and ninety-four days. He had dreamed of Harry Potter sucking his cock. He had dreamed of Harry Potter fucking him over Albus Dumbledore's grave. He had dreamed of riding Harry Potter to a swift and messy orgasm. He had dreamed of teasing Harry Potter to the edge and back again for hours upon hours of the sweetest delayed pleasure ever experienced. He had dreamed of Harry Potter in every single position his brain could imagine — top, bottom, orgy, masturbation.
But dreams could only satisfy for so long.
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