Attention: This has been severely altered. It was way too graphic for me to even consider trying to post under the pretense of 'R.' If you'd like the NC-17 version, email me and I'll send it to you. I was not trying to get my story pulled off of here.

Dream Connections

Chapter 9

Draco sighed, snuggling closer to the warm body that occupied his bed. Wait, his mind struggled with this new piece of information, what warm body??? Hesitantly opening his eyes, his gaze fell upon the angelic face of the still sleeping Harry Potter. Harry is in my bed! Merlin, how lucky can I get??

Wrapping his arms more tightly around the raven-haired boy, Draco sighed in content. This is the way things should be. This is perfection. He had closed his eyes again, but opened them when he sensed that Harry was waking. Silently, he watched as Harry's eyes fluttered open, allowing piercing green to shine forth.

"D...Draco?" Harry pulled away slightly in surprise, but soon settled down again. "How did we get up here?"

Draco simply shrugged and pulled Harry back to him. He smiled as Harry's face buried into his neck. Living for the moment, he slipped his hand under the boy's shirt, stroking his back gently.

Harry's breathing hitched, encouraging Draco's movements. Pressing his lips to the blond angel's neck, he let his tongue flicker out against the pale skin.

"Oh, Merlin, Harry, do that again." Draco moaned in ecstasy as he felt his companion's tongue dart out again, sending waves of pleasure through his body. His eyes fluttered shut as he involuntarily pulled Harry as closely to his own body as possible.

Gray eyes flung open, however, as the pressure of Harry's hard-on pressed into Draco's thigh. Moving down slightly, he pressed his own burgeoning erection to the other boy's. He wet his lips as he heard Harry's intake of breath.

Rolling their bodies, Draco straddled Harry's hips, grinding slightly. He grinned smugly as he watched emerald eyes rolling back in their sockets. Leaning over, he captured the boy's lips with his own.

"Draco, I..." Harry gasped as they broke apart for air, "I..." His statement was interrupted by his own moaning as Draco ground against him again. "Hold on, wait."

Draco paused, waiting to hear what Harry had to say. "Yes..." he prompted, dreading that Harry'd ask him to stop.

"I've never done this before." Harry said lamely, casting his gaze away in shame.

Draco's heart moved at the show of innocence Harry was showing. He wondered briefly is the boy was ready to move on to that stage. It was clear what both of them wanted, but that wasn't enough. He didn't want to move too quickly and mess things up. If they were going to move forward, he wanted to be sure Harry was ready for it.

Kissing Harry's lips softly, Draco rolled himself off the Gryffindor and back onto the bed. Closing his eyes tightly, he willed himself to stay put. He was not going to pressure Harry. "It's okay, Harry." The words came out strained through his heavy breathing, but they came out nonetheless.

Harry pushed himself up on his elbow to look into Draco's eyes. Upon finding them shut, he kissed each of them gently. "Dray, I was just telling you so that you'd be careful when you entered me. I'm not exactly fond of pain, no matter what the rumors are."

Draco's eyes shot back open in disbelief and he looked into the sparkling green orbs that hovered over him. "Are you serious?" He almost died when Harry nodded, but shook himself again. He knew now wasn't the time for that. They weren't even in a relationship!!! "No, Harry, I don't think we're ready for that just yet. You can't even begin to imagine how much I want it, but I don't want to move too fast and end up messing things up."

Harry nodded his consent, albeit dejectedly, and lowered himself back to the bed. He appeared to be a bit miffed at Draco's revelation, but Draco knew it was for the best. Kissing Harry's lips softly, Draco knew what they could do. He tugged Harry's shirt off, kissing away Harry's protests. Leaving a warm trail of kisses down the boy's chest, he carefully undid the belt and slid down the pair of trousers.

"Where do you suppose Harry is?" Ron glanced around the great hall. It was lunchtime and Harry still hadn't made an appearance. "I don't think he ever came back to the dorms last night."

"He wasn't there when I woke up." Neville, seated across from Ron, said helpfully. He shrugged and smiled innocently. "Maybe he was getting his with Draco."

Ron choked on his pumpkin juice and Hermione had to rub his back gently. "That is just disgusting, Neville. I can't believe you just said that." Ron finally stopped coughing and spluttering long enough to respond. "You are supposed to be the innocent one. Please don't ever do that again."

Neville, Ginny, and Hermione all laughed and returned to their meals. Dean and Seamus, however, were watching the whole ordeal in amusement. "He's just telling the truth, y'know, Ron." Seamus smirked at the look of horror on the red-head's face. "Hey, look, there's Harry now. Why don't we ask him?" He gestured toward the door at the far end of the hall where Harry was just now making his entrance alone... much to Ron's relief.

Harry'd barely had enough time to sit down before his best friend started in on him. "Harry James Potter, where were you all night and all morning?" Hermione looked at Ron incredulously before turning back to her food.

"Honestly," Hermione muttered under her breath, "I could've sworn it was my job to be reproving."

"Well? What do you have to say?" With his hands on his hips, Ron was doing the perfect impression of Mrs. Weasley when she'd just caught the twins blowing something up.

"Well, mum, I was spending the night at a friend's house. Sorry I didn't call home for permission first." Harry laughed along with the rest of the group. Ron scowled at the lot menacingly, daring them to comment. From his seat on the opposite side of Ron from Hermione, he patted his friend's back. "Ron, don't worry so much about me. I'm a big boy and I can take care of myself."

"Don't you think I know you're a big boy, Harry?" Ron was not through with Harry just yet. "That is exactly why I want to know where you were and what you were doing."

"I really don't think you want to know that, Ron." Ginny piped up slyly. She eyed Harry, noting that he seemed to be almost glowing in sexual satisfaction.

"Yes, I do." Ron glared at his sister and turned back to Harry expectantly. "So?" He prompted Harry and everyone paused, some with their forks halfway to their mouths.

"Well, Ron," Harry glared at the eavesdroppers and leaned in to whisper to his friend, "if you must know... I was off with Draco this morning getting the best blow job of my life, granted I've never had one before." He sat back in satisfaction as Ron's jaw dropped and his face paled. "Are you happy now, Ron?"

"No, mate," Ron placed a hand on his stomach, "now I think I'm going to be sick."

"Oh, honestly," Hermione groaned, "it can't be that bad." She smacked Ron playfully and pointed out that he had returned to eating, quite hurriedly at that.

"Yeah, well, I could've lived my entire life in happiness without having heard that." Ron glared at Ginny again. She'd been mouthing 'I told you so' ever since Harry'd started piling food on his plate.

"Changing the subject," Hermione looked pointedly at everyone seated at the table, "have you all finished your Potions essays yet?"

Everyone groaned.

"Oh, Draco," Pansy sighed in a sing-song voice as the blond seated himself at the table for lunch, "did you have fun this morning?" She wrapped an arm around his waist, giving him a half hug.

Removing her arm and beginning to fill his plate with food, Draco smiled. "Yes, I quite enjoyed myself. Thanks for hovering us to the bed instead of waking us up." He knew that the only way he and Harry could've gotten to his bed the night before was at Pansy's doing.

"So???" Pansy leaned on her elbows, settling her chin on her intertwined hands. "Tell me all the juicy details, Dracie." She inconspicuously gestured with her head toward an eavesdropping Blaise Zabini and smiled.

Catching her drift, Draco leaned toward her conspiratorially to make his news appear even juicier. All the while, he watched Blaise from the corner of his eyes. "Well, Pan, let me tell you that Potter has a delectable arse." He smirked as Blaise started turning red in anger.

Pansy smirked as well, but she turned directly toward Blaise. "Is that true, Blaise? Oh," she smiled devilishly, "I'm sorry. You never got far enough with him to know."

Blaise was spitting mad, but wasn't fully buying their bit. Sliding down the bench closer to Draco, he leaned forward. "I don't believe you and Harry fucked this morning, Malfoy. I don't believe that at all. What were you really doing this morning?"

A satisfied smile settled into place on Draco's face as he leaned toward Blaise. "Well, Zabini, I was having a fabulous time sucking Harry Potter's huge cock." He whispered it, so that the entire table wouldn't hear, and cocked an eyebrow at the boy seated across from him. "Would you like to hear all the details of how loudly he screamed my name when he came?"

Blaise stood suddenly, knocking over several goblets of pumpkin juice. "You make me sick, Malfoy. You are such an arse." With that, he turned on heel, seemingly oblivious to the many eyes watching him retreat.

Draco looked toward the Gryffindor table to see Harry eyeing him suspiciously. Smiling, he gave a short wave and returned, smirking, to his food.

"Harry, what did you say to Ron?" Hermione frowned disapprovingly at her friend. She had just come across the common room from where Ron was sulking in an arm chair in the corner. "He won't talk to me or anybody else. So, whatever you said must have really disturbed him."

Harry looked up from his Potions essay casually. "I told him the truth. He wanted to know where I was and what I was doing this morning, so I told him." He shrugged and returned to his essay. Writing another paragraph, he looked up to see Hermione still standing over him. "Can I help you, Hermione?"

"Where were you and what were you doing this morning?" Hermione didn't look pleased at all, so Harry decided that he might as well answer her.

"C'mere, 'Mione." Harry gestured to seat beside him. As she sat down, he leaned forward to whisper quietly to her. "I was in the dungeons getting sucked off by Draco, okay?" He smirked at the look of shock on Hermione's face, but quickly stopped when she jabbed a finger in his chest.

"Why the hell did you tell him that?" Hermione's eyes had darkened and were really scaring Harry. "You know that is exactly the kind of thing that he didn't want to hear. You could have simply said something like 'with Malfoy' and it wouldn't have been so bad."

"Okay, you're right." Harry sighed heavily. "Look, I'll go talk to him as soon as I finish my Potions essay. I only have two inches to go and I actually know something about this." He indicated his pretty lengthy essay and smiled. "All that studying you made me do is starting to pay off."

"Yes, finish the essay then go talk to him. I'm sick of seeing him brooding in the corner." Hermione stood, patting Harry on the back. "I'm going to talk to Ginny. Come get me when you two have resolved things."

A few minutes later, Harry packed away his essay. He was quite pleased with himself and his recent good grades in all his subjects. This was a new year for him and he had really thrown himself into his work. His stuff put away, he walked over, pulling a chair up to Ron's.

"I'm sorry." Harry plopped into his chair and looked directly into Ron's blue eyes. "Even though it was the truth, and you were asking for it, I shouldn't have said something that I knew would upset you." He truly was sorry for making his friend feel uncomfortable, but he'd thought that Ron could take it. After all, he had claimed that he was okay with Harry being gay.

"Don't apologize." Ron set his jaw and sat up straighter in the chair he'd been slumped over in. "It's nothing really."

"No, you're sulking, so you must be upset. I though you were okay with the fact that I'm gay."

"I'm perfectly fine with the fact you're gay. It's the part about Malfoy that I'm not okay with." Ron closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his freckled nose. "I mean, he's Malfoy for goodness sake."

"No, Ron, he's not Malfoy anymore. He's Draco. He is a different person from who he used to be. I know it's going to take some getting used to, but you'll see it eventually." Harry placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"I'm just worried that you're going to end up getting hurt, or worse, killed. His father is a Death Eater, Harry. One of You-Know-Who's finest..." Ron looked truly concerned and Harry immediately felt worse about what he'd said. I still think he's overreacting, He thought, but he really does care about me. He's like my brother and he's only concerned about my well being. I wish he could see that Draco is not his father...

"Ron," Harry decided to let a little about Draco slip, "Draco has been disowned."

"What?? What for?" Ron leaned forward anxiously.

"Well, I'm not sure exactly." Harry thought for a moment, recalling that Draco never really did tell him why. I'll have to ask him about that later.

"Well, see, it might be because he's a bloody ponce."

"Ron!"

"Sorry... but he is. At least you don't act like a total poofter. He is the pansiest git I've ever met." Ron scowled good-naturedly. "I'm guessing he's the girl in your relationship..."

"Ron!"

"Well, sorry, but he seems the type."

"We don't even have a relationship exactly."

"What?? But you let him do that to you??? Harry!"

"What?!" Harry crossed his arms defensively.

"I didn't think you were like that... y'know, the whole 'we're not in a relationship, but I'll still shag you silly' thing." Ron frowned condemningly. "Really, Harry, I'm disappointed in you."

"Are you serious?" Harry gaped at his friend.

"No." Ron smiled at his friend. "I had you going there though."

Harry cuffed his friend jokingly and motioned for Hermione to join them. "So we're okay then?"

"Yeah I guess so, you poof."

"So, I take it you all are still friends?" Hermione pulled up another chair to join them. She looked from boy to boy, noting the smiles.

"Like I'd let a thing like a blow job come between me and my best friend..." Ron smiled at the look of horror on Hermione's face. "See, Harry, it creeps her out too."

A week and a half later, Harry and Draco were studying in Draco's quarters. During a break, they had settled into a relaxed silence. All too soon, however, it was disrupted.

"Draco? Can I ask you a question?" Harry laid his head against the arm of the couch, his legs across Draco's lap.

"You just did, but I'll allow one more." Draco smiled at Harry for a moment before realizing that Harry wanted him to be serious. "Okay, okay... ask away."

"Why were you disowned?" Harry sat up some, so that he could look into Draco's eyes.

Draco frowned, removed Harry's legs from his lap and stood. "Why would you go and bring something like that up for? We were having a nice little time here, taking a break from our assignments and studying, and you go and ruin the moment with this."

Harry stood up as well, facing off with Draco. "Why don't youwant to tell me? I thought we could tell each other anything. Isn't that what you said, Draco?" His green eyes flashed dangerously and Draco knew he'd have to come clean. He just didn't feel like explaining.

"Fine," Draco seethed, "if you must know, I was disowned for not being Daddy's little trooper."

"What the fuck?!" Harry exclaimed, backing away slightly.

"I mean, I didn't want to go following behind some crazed lunatic, kissing his feet and reveling in his insanity." Draco turned and began pacing. "I told my father that I didn't want to be a Death Eater and he disowned me. He'd take me back just so he could disown me again if he knew I was gay or if I was less than cruel toward muggles." He stopped and glanced at Harry, waiting for a response.

"So, you're joining our side then?" Harry eyes filled with hope, Draco could see it there and turned bitterly away.

"I didn't say that, Harry." He crossed his arms and began pacing again.

"Well, if you're not on Voldemort's side, and you're not on our side, then whose side are you on?" Harry marched around to stop Draco in his tracks.

"I don't know. I'm not into the whole risking my life thing. If my father knew I'd joined you in Dumbledore's ranks, it'd be like adding insult to injury. He'd hunt me down and kill me personally. I'm not up to pouring salt in my father's wounds just now, so if I have your permission, I'd like to stay out of the whole thing." Draco glared at Harry and turned to pace in a different direction.

"Look, Draco, I have no choice in which side I take. My decision was made for me, and you don't know the half of what I've been through. So don't think for a second that I'm going to take pity on you and condone your copping out." Harry watched as Draco whirled around, his robes flying out behind him as he marched back, pointing angrily at Harry.

"I don't pretend to know what you've been through, Harry, and I don't want anyone's pity. I just want everyone to leave me the hell alone about the damn war. Why don't you go pester someone else about it, like Pansy or someone?"

"Fine, have it your way, you bloody prick! I'll just be going now!" Harry stormed over to the couch, gathering his stuff. Shoving everything in his bag, he headed toward the door.

"Wait, Harry." Draco called quietly.

"What? What is it now? Would you like to call my friends some names? Or is it my dead mum you'd like to tease me about? You haven't done that in a while!" Harry was livid. His eyes had turned an acid green and he looked as though his head would combust at any second.

"No, Harry, it's not like that." Draco felt helpless. He hadn't meant to make Harry so upset. His renouncing was just a touchy subject for him.

"Then tell me, Draco. What is it like?" Harry put his hands on his hips and waited for a moment while Draco floundered for a response. When he appeared resigned, Harry turned to leave. "That's what I thought."

"Harry, don't leave like this. I don't want you angry with me." Draco wrapped his arms around his own waist. "That is just a sensitive subject for me and I'm not ready to take any sides. Just... don't leave me. Please..." Draco knew he sounded soft. It was mortifyingly sissified of him to beg Harry not to leave, but he didn't care at that moment. He felt so alone all of a sudden.

Harry stopped, his back still to Draco, and remained silent. "Harry?" Draco stepped forward cautiously, reaching for the raven-haired boy. "Harry, you aren't going to leave me, are you? You won't stay mad at me, will you?" He watched as Harry's shoulders slumped and he turned toward the Slytherin.

"No, I'm not leaving. How can I leave when you're like this? I'm not mad either, I just... This is a sensitive subject for me too. Voldemort has taken everyone I've ever loved from me, or has at least tried. I lost Sirius last time and I almost lost Ron and Hermione too." Harry moved forward, wrapping his arms around the Slytherin's waist.

Draco laid his head in the crook of Harry's neck, sighing softly. He wrapped Harry tightly in his arms, holding on as though he'd never let go. "Well, they're still here and we're going to get Sirius back real soon."

"I know we are, Draco, and I have you to thank for that." Harry squeezed the other boy tightly.

"Well, you are always welcome, Harry. Always..."

Author's Note: Well, there's some more filler for you. Hopefully the next chapter will have Christmas and Sirius. Won't that be fun???? Ooh, tell me how you liked the bit at the beginning. I'm scared about how this whole chapter went over, actually. I was in a weird mood when I wrote this. Originally, I wasn't going to put anything that sexual in, but the idea popped in my head and then it was just there... It all happened so fast... I... I just don't know... Anyway, I need to give a big thanks to my beta reader/roommate/friend, N.C. PsyChick, and my little sister, Heidi. Oh yeah, and, Heidi, sorry about the editing, yo, but you're a bit too young to be reading that.

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Just another Harry Draco fan: This wait was a little longer than the last, and I'm sorry for that. Don't worry about my continuing... I'm definitely going to finish this story. Oh, and I can't wait to bring Sirius back either.

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Mammakitten121: Erm, this chapter wasn't exactly a shagfest, but, ummm, yeah... I know it's too soon and it is going to tie into the plot, I promise. I just got a bit ahead of myself... Anyway, the Sirius rescue operation is getting underway really soon, don't worry.

Kalyn-Malfoy: I'm glad you like it... Everybody is mad at Blaise, trust me. Wait until everything comes to light. Who do you think is going to try to kill him first????

Sowen: I really did enjoy writing the bit with Narcissa. I love her so much... She's quite lucky too... Evil he may be, but Lucius is one sexy mofo. Anyway, I'll try not to torture you too much, but plot-wise, I make no promises.

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