Summary - It seems that Harry had not been the same ever since his seventeen birthday. What could have caused it? Forgot to mention, it's SLASH!
Disclaimer: I do not own this story of Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter 2: Sizzling Nights
Dream sequence:
He came to me, sliding up, touching everywhere and left nowhere untouched. I felt so warm and I yearned for that something. It felt devilishly good and yet I knew not what to do. Things started heating up, and then... I felt fulfilled, full-up, satisfied, whatever the words that could describe what I felt. What I had felt, there were no words that could clearly define that 'special' feeling.
Then, on the aftermath, he kissed my stomach, just below where my heart is, chanting too softly for me to hear. With a pleased and satisfied smirk, he left me.
I wanted to cling on but...
"Hey, Harry! Wake up, or we are going to be late for breakfast! I'm famished!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry scrambled out of bed and went through the motions of morning ablutions. Then, both ran off towards the Great Hall.
"Honestly, guys! Why can't you wake up earlier?" Hermione said at the breakfast table.
"The beds here in Hogwarts are just too good to sleep in. My bed at home was not so comfy." Ron retorted.
While both Ron and Hermione were bickering, Harry was searching for his object of interest. On not seeing him, his face fell and picked at his food.
"Don't you like that? Give it to me!" Ron reached over and snitched some of Harry's scones onto his plate.
"Ron! Harry barely had enough to eat over the summer and now you are taking his food away?" scolded Hermione.
"Oh, sorry, Harry!" said Ron abashedly. "It's alright, Ron, I don't feel like eating much." Harry soothed.
"You should eat more, you know. You had gone so thin ever since summer holidays." Hermione mothered.
"Maybe his birthright is making him feeling funny." Ron piped in.
"And you still haven't explain in full to me! Meet me in common room after classes today and tell me more about it."
"Aw, Hermione, you ask a lot of questions that I could barely answer them all. Why don't you ask Neville, he would know more about this subject. You don't mind, do you, Neville?"
"Okay." Neville replied timidly.
"Argh! We have double potions as our first class after breakfast, with Slytherins, no doubt. Quick! We have to run to collect our books!" Ron scrapped back his chair and ran, tugging Harry along.
Heart in his mouth, Harry hungrily looked at him, wanting to see whether he had changed after last night. It seemed to be not the case.
Harry slumped. He thought that things would change after last night. For better.
Nightfall. Time to sleep. Time to dream. Would he come to me tonight? Harry wondered.
Dream sequence:
He came to me again. I asked him why he didn't say anything. He just put a finger over my mouth and his eyes silently pleaded with me. I resisted. But he started to touch me all over. I moaned and I squirmed. My brain had gone all scrambled up and my thoughts went blank. All I could do was think about how I felt as he traced his fingers around my erogenous zones that I didn't know existed in the first place.
Then, later on, he kissed my stomach again, the same spot and chanted. I was puzzled. But he left after showering me with his kisses, which practically left me breathlessly, leaving my thoughts blank again, my questions lost...
These dreams went on for weeks. Until one morning, Harry woke up, feeling very peculiar and started to retch in the bathroom...
Author's note:
Thank you! Sylvia Sylverton, Malfoy Angel and Krystal, your encouragement made me want to write more. Thank you, aimey, though anonymous, you gave me good feedbacks.