The New Beginnings Series by HPFangirl71
Chapter 5: Waking Up From the Dream
Draco was sleeping and he was caught up within a dream…
It was the welcoming feast, his first year at Hogwarts, Potter was there and so were all their friends. Even Weasley was there and oddly enough, he wasn't annoying Draco to frustrations end for once. Draco looked around and saw all the tables laden down with food, from pot roasts on down to the candied apples, there was every food imaginable that a kid could want. The dream made him nervous even as the bunch of them stood before the houses for the sort. The dream seemed so real and suddenly Draco was afraid, he'd had this dream before, the dream that usually started nice and harmless only to turn into the nightmare of explosions filled with blood and dead bodies. He braced himself for the inevitable but instead there was Potter walking up to him and congratulating him on making Slytherin house. He and Potter walking away from the crowd, their heads bent in some friendly secret, smiles adorning their faces.
Draco awoke from the lovely dream, knowing it was what he wished his reality had been all along. He awoke to bright sunlight streaming in through the tree house windows. He blinked as the light overwhelmed his groggy senses. His head was heavy from the night before, his mouth dry and tasteless from the alcohol. Then suddenly he began remembering what had happened the night before. He couldn't help but let a genuine unguarded smile cross his lips as he thought about what he and Potter had done with one another. He knew he should probably feel regret for the drunken shenanigans but instead the only thought within his head was of how amazing last night had been. It was like every other time he thought of Potter coming in to save him, that one word always seemed to pop up wherever the unlikely hero might appear… yes, Draco thought Potter was amazing, not that he'd tell him that of course but still it was true.
Draco moved slightly and felt the ache within his arse where Potter's cock had been only hours before. Oh sweet Salazar… how good that burn had felt when they'd fucked. No Draco couldn't bring himself to regret last night because it had been everything he'd ever dreamed or hoped for…
Draco turned over completely and was shocked to find that he was lying in the middle of the living room alone. He could see where Potter's trainers and rucksack had been by the fireplace and both were now gone. Of course, he should have known Potter wouldn't stick around now! Merlin forbid that he have to face the fact that he'd slept with Malfoy who happened to also be a former death eater. We couldn't possibly have our precious hero tainted by something as abhorrent as all that! Now Draco was regretting what had happened but only the tiniest bit. He was regretting the fact that he'd been such a witless wonder to even think for a moment that what had happened between he and the 'Chosen One' actually meant something. For bloody Hell's sake, he was such an utter fool! He'd just wanted it so damn bad. He got up and threw the empty bottle of Ogden's toward the fireplace and it smashed into pieces upon the mantle. The next thing to hit a nearby wall was Draco's fist. He punched the hard stones repeatedly as he yelled out his frustrations and anger. He felt the cracking of his knuckles and saw a smear of blood upon the white marble stones yet he couldn't bring himself to stop. He ranted and raved, calling Potter every name in the book until finally he slid back down to the floor in a defeated heap with angry, lonely tears trailing down his tired face…