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Dreaming

Everything's fine, Harry thought, as he got ready for bed. Everything is just fine. There's nothing wrong with me. Harry smiled. Other than the fact that I'm the last frigging hope for the wizarding world.

God, life is just peachy.

Getting into bed he closed his eyes. When I wake up everything will be fine.

Water. So much water.

Opening his eyes, Harry lifted his head as he gazed at his surroundings with bleary eyes.

This is so not right.

Though Harry was still in bed, it wasn't his. It was white, completely white.

Then again, that wasn't really on top of his list of priorities.

The bed was on Water.

It was floating on a freaking lake.

What the hell is going on?

"Wouldn't you want to know?"

Harry's head jerked up at the sound of the voice. His mouth dropped open he stared dumbfounded at the figure sitting Indian styled at the foot of the bed.

"I have to admit that you were pretty much the last person that I would've figured to be my mate. But, then again," Draco said with a grin. "It really is so fucking ironic."

He had been watching Harry closely when he was sleeping; imagine his shock when he had seen Harry.

Harry? Draco thought with a smile.

Harry's eyes blazed as he snapped his mouth shut.

"Ironic?" Harry spat. "What the hell is going on Malfoy? Is this a fucking joke?"

Then, realization sunk in. Swallowing, Harry struggled up to a sitting position as he braced himself for any kind of attack.

Harry watched as Draco raised an eyebrow.

Then, to Harry's shock, Draco laughed.

"You think that I was sent to capture you and turn you into Voldemort. Don't you?"

Harry just stared at him.

Draco threw back his head and just laughed.

"Oh, sweet Harry, you're too precious."

Eyes narrowed, Harry gritted out, "Don't call me that."

Grinning, Draco tipped his head to the side. "Why? What are you going to do if I continued to call you that? Better yet," Draco said thoughtfully. "What about Baby…no, um Darling? Lovey? Sweetie Pie?"

Harry blanched.

"You're right, love. Sweetie Pie is just so… Wait… Love…fantastic!"

Harry choked.

Draco grinned at him.

"Dammit, Malfoy, tell me what the hell is going on!"

It was so fast that Harry didn't even know what the hell had happened.

All of a sudden, Harry was flat on his back with Draco on top.

It took a few tries for Harry to get his breath back.

"Get off me," He said calmly.

Leaning on his forearms, Draco wiggled his way between Harry's legs, causing the green-eyed boy to gasp. Keeping his eyes on Harry's Draco thrust his hips against Harry, causing strangled sound in Harry's throat.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut as the pleasure raced through him. He moaned as he felt Draco's thick erection behind Draco's slacks rub against his rapidly swelling member.

"Still want me to get off, Harry?" Draco asked as he nuzzled his nose against Harry's neck. When no response came he lifted his head. The sight couldn't have pleased him more.

Flushed and eyes shut Harry Potter looked indeed like he was well on his way to be ravished thoroughly. Something that Draco intended to do quite soon. His breath catched as Harry slowly opened his eyes. His eyes widened slightly as he stared at Draco. Swallowing hard, he tried to push Draco off.

Grabbing Harry's arms, Draco brought both of them up to his mouth, one at a time to nibble at the fingertips. "I don't think so, beautiful Harry. Don't try to push me away, it's useless and it'll only make me rougher."

"Like I give a damn," Harry said, his voice breathy. He tried, unsuccessfully, to pull his hands out of Draco's grasp and push him away, but Draco just held them with a firm grip. He stretched Harry's hands above his head, crossed the wrists and held them loosely with his left hand.

"Oh, baby, you'll soon care a lot about how rough I am in bed. Actually," Draco said as he lowered his head back down to bite Harry's neck. "It'll be about how rough we're in bed together." With that he captured Harry's lips with his.

All thoughts and protests left Harry as Draco kissed him. Any reasons for why he would want to protest were beyond him.

Draco's lips pressed firmly, yet gently on Harrys, as he rubbed them together repeatedly. Draco's tongue slipped out to lick at Harry's lips, without a thought Harry let him in.

Draco moaned as he eased Harry's mouth open wider to get a better advantage of tasting Harry. Merlin, the taste. It was better than anything that he had tasted.

He was being devoured. There was no other word for what Draco was doing to him. He felt Draco sucking at his tongue and then move on to his lips. Maybe he would've said something, maybe he wouldn't have, but he didn't get the chance.

Quick soft, hard kisses pressed into his neck. Harry shuddered as teeth nipped into his collarbone.

Lower that beautiful mouth went, driving Harry crazy. All the time he could feel Draco thrusting his hips into Harrys. He felt the lips go closer towards his nipple and cried out when Draco's tongue darted out to lick it. Harry thrashed on the bed as Draco sucked at his nipple. Harder. Softer. Deeply. Lightly. There seemed no end to it.

His mind was liquid; absently he felt Draco's mouth and tongue go lower. Harry's eyes opened in time to see Draco's head right above his…

Crying out, Harry threw back his head as Draco sucked at him. His hips bucked as Draco went deeper and harder.

It was like he had a pattern with how he did it. On moment he would be licking lightly at the tip and then the next he would be taking all of Harry into his mouth and it would seem like he was bent on swallowing Harry.

Draco felt as though he was going to explode. Actually, he felt Harry about to explode. He could feel Harry and his desires and emotions combined and it was amazing and so…right. Looking up from his work, he smirked as he looked at Harry in his abandoned pleasure, with his head thrown back and his beautiful throat, with all it's love and teeth marks, exposed.

He was still smirking at the wanton picture of the famous Harry Potter when Harry raised his head to look directly into his eyes.

Draco's smirk fell as he stared into Harry's face.

It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life. Face flushed fully, lips swollen and parted, but it was the eyes that were Draco's undoing. The eyes that made his breath catch.

Dark emeralds, nearly opaque. The blind look within his eyes, along with a lot of lust and hunger. And some kind of emotion that Draco just couldn't see at the moment.

Lowering his head, all the time keeping his eyes on Harrys, he sucked in his cheeks, creating a tight wet glove around Harry. He had to keep his arms wrapped around Harry's hips when he bucked, he had to keep Harry still or he just might cause Draco to choke.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Harry's head fell back once again. His breath was coming in pants. He tried to lift his hips, but Draco held them firmly in place. His head thrashing left and right, moaning as Draco sucked him faster and faster, blindly Harry reached out with his hands to anchor himself. They finally found the headboard and clutched on for dear life.

Finally, Harry came. In one hot gushing wave after wave he poured himself into Draco's mouth. Eyes tightly shut, Harry's body arched as he screamed loudly. All the time Draco was sucking every last drop of semen, as though it was the elixir of life. Then, it ended and Harry's body collapsed back onto the bed.

While Harry was getting his breath back, he didn't notice Draco was busy shedding the rest of Harry's clothes. He finally got Harry's pants off as Harry's breathing calmed down, somewhat.

Dimly, his mind taking in things, Harry watched passively as Draco took off his own shirt. Eyes never moving away, Harry stared at Draco's broad shoulders and his hard well muscled stomach.

"Who would've thought?" Harry whispered to himself.

Draco just smirked as he unbuttoned his slacks. Watching Harry's face, he unzipped it slowly and was pleased to see that Harry's eyes followed his every movement. Slowly, he peeled his slacks off of his hips and down to his mid-thighs.

Harry, most assuredly, stopped breathing for a moment or two.

There was Draco in all his glory. His slim narrow waist, muscled thighs, and between that his crowning piece. And quite a piece, too. It was long and thick, it also wasn't straight. It curved

Draco's eyes narrowed as he watched the hunger that was so clear on Harry's face. Standing up he pulled the pants completely off of him, leaving him very much naked. Dropping down, Draco knelt between Harry's spread legs.

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Breaths coming in gasps, Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Draco as he tried to breath. Weakly he let Draco roll them over so that Harry was on top.

Soothingly, Draco rubbed Harry's back and nuzzled his nose into Harry's sweat and vanilla scented hair.

Breathing easier Harry raised his head to look down at Draco.

"This is the best and weirdest dream I've ever had."

Grinning, Draco ran his hands through Harry's hair and eased him down.

"There's going to be a lot of those dreams in the future," Draco said before he brought Harry's lips down on his.

Kissing Draco slowly, Harry ran his hands in the blond hair, spreading it out on the bed.

Levering himself higher above Draco, Harry angled his head more as he kissed him. He smiled into the kiss as he felt Draco rub his buttocks with his hands, bring Harry closer to him.

Laughing when Draco made Harry straddle him, he ducked his head to kiss along Draco's neck.

Groaning, Draco tipped his head back to give Harry better access to his neck as he continued to suck it.

As Harry was going lower, he heard it.

"Harry…"

Lifting his head up he looked down at Draco in confusion. Draco had also heard it and was frowning.

"Harry…" It was even clearer, though it sounded so far away.

Groaning, Draco quickly grabbed Harry down for one last kiss.

"Time to wake up, babe. But I'll see you soon. Very soon," Draco promised with another kiss.

Harry opened his eyes. He was in his bed at the Leaky Cauldron and Ron was right next to his head.

"Merlin, Harry, I thought you'd never wake up!" Ron said as he stared wide-eyed at Harry.

"Sorry, I'm just tired. That's all," Harry said.

"Well, best get your sleep before school starts. Everyone's at breakfast, make sure to come down quick or Fred and George will do something funny to your food."

After Ron had left Harry got up. He moved slowly, when he felt how sore he was.

Wait a second?

Sore?

Eyes wide, Harry hurried quickly, wincing with each step, towards the mirror. His mouth dropped.

His swollen mouth dropped. With a shaky hand he put on his glasses for a better look.

There were marks all over his throat. Quickly, lifting up his shirt he stared at the perfect set of teeth marks around his right nipple. Letting the shirt drop Harry leaned his head against the mirror, letting the cool surface rub against his flushed skin.

This was so not good.