'My love,' the voice said, right before Harry shattered into a million pieces.
Wait… this was the same dream he had last night… exactly identical, that had never happened before, and why wasn't he in bed, awake already? The dream never went beyond his climax, or at least never before now.
Harry's dream body was still resting purely on the support of His lover, no longer holding onto a branch, and they never had the support of the trunk of said tree. Just as he thought this, His lover's knees gave out, and sent the Phantom falling backwards unto the grass, cradling Harry against the jarring impact. All that hit the ground were Harry's hands, and knees. He assumed the fall would scrap him, but the grass welt surprisingly spongy and soft under his fingers, accepting the shock of their fall with ease. Harry sighed, intending to lay down over his lover and cuddle, but he never quite got the chance.
"Harry…" that voice whispered, almost like a plea, as hands lifter to trail along Harry's brow, and cheek bones, then around to the back of his head. Nimble fingers undid the magic'ed blindfold. Harry shut his eyes. He knew in seconds, he would see his lover, and suddenly with a fierceness that rivaled a mother mountain lion's, He didn't want to know.
He already knew that the Phantom was some one from his past, And he didn't want to be disappointed. He didn't want to ruin this.
~What am I thinking about? It's just a dream!~ but he still didn't open his eyes.
"Harry…" the voice whispered, now closer to him, as the phantom kissed his eyes and cheeks, then finally his mouth. "Harry, open your eyes…"
Harry kept them closed, nails digging harshly into his lover's skin. He knew he was acting childish, but damn it! What if this went badly… some irrational part of him, didn't want to lose this.
"Harry…. Please" that last word was a plea.
He tilted back his head and opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the moon through glowing white, green, and silver trees, then he looked down slightly, avoiding the man who's lap he was currently residing in. He gasps as he saw the fairy lights that lit up the forest. He felt lips brushing against his neck, and suddenly for got his apprehension over looking at his lover. Surely in a hallowed place such as this… nothing could go wrong.
Oh, the fool… As Harry turned to finally face his lover, a cool trickle of dread eased it's way don his back. ~Blond hair….~ was his first thought, then he saw his face…
"Draco!" he flung himself off the Slytherin, His voice wretched with grief, his gem like eyes filling with warring emotions, Fear, panic, sorrow, agony, anguish, pain, and worst of all, Disgust.
"No…" He felt the familiar sensation of being drawn out of this body and into another.
~*~X~*~
Harry was already away when his consciousness slipped back into his body. "No… No, I refuse to believe it… not him." his heart was being crushed under the weight of this emotion, it hurt! Damn it. Then he did something he swore he never would do again. He curled up into the fetal position… and cried.
Fifteen minutes later, when his alarm went off, he cursed himself for those moment's of weakness, after all, it was only a dream…. Right?
~X~*~X~
Draco pushed himself away from the wall with a sigh, one part of him knew that Harry would react like that, but the absolute horror in his eyes sent stabbing pains through out Draco's body. The saddest truth was, Draco needed him… and not in the biblical way…
Draco, and maybe thousands of others… was dying.
Harry stumbled around Ron's office. It had been two weeks, and He had refused to fall asleep. To sleep was to dream, and to dream meant facing Draco, even if it wasn't real. He had been taking potions to avoid it even. Two bad the bone deep tiredness didn't go away.
Harry took a miss step towards Ron's desk. Trying to steady himself, he accidentally knocked over both a file, and Ron's mug of tea, all over said file.
"…. Well, That file was classified…. Can't get anyother copy…You ok Mate?" the red haired man asked with a great deal of concern for his oldest friend.
"Fine… Fine… Sorry…" Harry half fell, half ran out of the office to avoid the now constant question. He left the bemused wizard to clean up the file, flicking bits of the black tea off the parchment.
As Harry ran down the hall he crashed quite forcefully with a witch, but continued on. "Oh REALLY!" the woman yelled after him.
He locked himself in his office with every spell he knew. His hands were jittery and his knees felt about ready to give out. He felt swoony as if his soul was being sucked out of him. He fought it with every thing he had. But the power was to strong, as he fell crashing to the floor, He could hear muffled screams and banging on the door, but then he was to gone to notice.
~XxX~*~XxX~
"Harry," the voice murmured, Draco's voice. And Suddenly, Harry didn't want to run from it anymore. He felt Draco's hand cup his cheek, and he leaned into it, needing the contact. He opened his eyes and Emerald was suddenly entrapped inside melting pools of the purest silver, metallic moonlight.
Draco's eyes radiated love towards Harry, love, and understanding. Draco didn't blame Harry for his reaction in the slightest, Draco Had almost reacted the same way when he realized the person he had been calling out to, was his old time enemy. But, also by that time, Draco knew a lot more about their connection than Even Harry could understand.
Harry leaned forward slightly, the only cue Draco needed. They kissed, Not the ethereal kiss of before, this was Harry needing to prove to himself, that even in dreams, he could love Draco… because he fell in love with him a long time ago. Grated, he didn't know who he fell in love with.
Draco's hands slid sensuously up and down Harry's sides, over his ribs, and down to cup his hips. Harry kissed him harder, nibbling on his lips. Harry almost closed his eyes again.
"Watch me." it was a command, and immediately Harry's body reacted to it, his eyes glued to Draco's face. "Harry… watch me love you… know that this is real…" something about that phrasing sent a prickle of…. Something down his back, but that negative emotion was quickly washed away by a flood of sensation.
Draco Kissed Harry's neck, laving it with attention and small bites, then he moved down to his chest. His hands kneaded and shaped Harry's back, massaging the tensed muscles, easing an exhaustion that Harry couldn't remember having. That was part of his other life… right?
Harry Gasped as a warm mouth suctioned onto the rosebud on his chest, tongue flicking sensation straight to his groin. Before Harry could catch another breath, Draco had switched to the other. The Gryffindor writhed back and forth on the ground as Draco played him easily. Harry's eyes never left Draco's face.
Draco smirked in a leering way before taking his attention farther south. He nibbled on Harry's abs then paused right before reaching Harry's groin, pressing chaste kisses against the skin in between his navel and Hips, until Harry was a contorted ball of sexual frustration.
The Draco when farther. He sucked Harry into him, whole. Their eyes locked together as Draco intentionally did all in his power to drive the savior of the wizarding world, insane.
And he was doing a great job of it too. The combination of watching and feeling this was pushing Harry too far for his liking, but for the life of him, he couldn't look away. Draco sucked, hollowing his cheeks around his lover, and moved his head up and down, accepting all of Harry into his talented mouth, and down his throat. He scrapped his teeth lightly over the sensitive flesh, swirling his tongue around him. All the while his eyes promising lustful things, and their very essence enthralling Harry.
Harry was so close, He knew if He didn't tear his eyes away, this would all be over to soon… then he'd be back in his real body. Yet still every time he tried, something forced him to keep looking, as if Draco's earlier words had been a spell.
Draco sucked harder, Drawing Harry's attention back to him. One raised eyebrow challenged Harry, But Harry was in no way prepared to take up on that. As Draco grabbed Harry's hips, and pulled him closer, Jaw moving rapidly up and down Harry's length, Harry felt the explosion bursting out and up.
"Draco!" he screamed as he climaxed, his weary eyes taking in it all, Draco's approval as he swallowed every last bit of what Harry gave him, the pale hands that clenched at his hips, the final sliding motion as Draco released him.
"Close your eyes, lover." And Harry Finally was allowed to look away….
~x~*~X~*~x~
Harry should be back in his own body, he knew he had to be, because he wasn't on grass anymore… he was on a bed… but that couldn't be right either, He hadn't been on a bed before… though the rapidly cooling feeling of sweat and seed was familiar, the sheets weren't…. then there was the fact that long fingered hands still rested on his torso… he could feel them moving slowly and softly… they were definitely Draco's hands…
"Potter…" that very Familiar voice Barked, and Harry's eyes flung open as a beet red blush stained his face.
Draco Malfoy, Phantom lover, Prat of the year, was standing over Harry's cot, wearing Medic Robes… In a hospital room. Where Draco was testing his vital signs… No, not Draco, Malfoy… Harry had to remind himself. ~just because He looks like your Draco… doesn't make it real…
"Welcome back to the living… Hermione is waiting out side for you… shall I let her in?"
Harry nodded, but instantly regretted it when it became clear that inviting her in, would mean Draco was leaving… but there was nothing he could do about it now.
Before Draco left he stopped at the door. "Oh, and Potter…. You might want to clean your self up… you aren't quite decent at the moment."