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In Dreams	By : sherdelune Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer : Not mine, sadly. I make no money out of them, so don't sue.
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Warnings: First time, character death, WAFF

Summary: Harry daydreams during potions class, and reminisces over the events of the past year.

Challenge: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HDFQF/ Part of the Ebony and Ivory Fuh~Q~Fest

Line #: 47 "Mr. Potter, if you must daydream in my class, kindly refrain from drooling in your cauldron. It may cause unfavorable reactions..." (Clandestiny )

Line #: 48 . ____ awoke suddenly, doused in sweat and painfully aroused. "Wow..." he murmured, "That was one hell of a Quidditch match..." (Clandestiny)

A/N: Follow-up to my story "Then He Opened His Mouth." This can be read as a stand-alone, however the first portion will help it make more sense. I know this one ends with "Fin," but I do plan to continue this as a series.

Betas: Serenitas, ResQgal, and Taran Swann. Any other mistakes are my own.

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In Dreams
by SeparatriX

"Mr. Potter, if you must daydream in my class, kindly refrain from drooling in your cauldron. It may cause unfavourable reactions."

The brusque tone of Professor Snape's voice resounded throughout the classroom, snapping Harry out of a rather pleasant fantasy. Harry sighed silently to himself. This was the third time this week that he had been caught daydreaming in class. This particular flight of fancy involved himself, Draco Malfoy, and an exceptionally stimulating game of Quidditch. Actually, it was the prospect of what might occur after the match that currently occupied Harry Potter's thoughts, and he cast a sidelong glance at the object of his affections. Their eyes met and locked for the briefest of moments. One of Draco's eyebrows rose slightly in question, and he smiled before turning back to work on his own potion.

Harry had never been the best of students. He'd barely managed scrape by to make it into N.E.W.T. level potions, and that was only because of the hard work and determination of Draco and Hermione. They had both continued to explain to him how important it what hat he take his studies more seriously in his sixth year. So, he took their advice and buckled down, making a real effort to improve his study habits, an effort that paid off for him. Now that he was midway through his seventh year he wanted to do his best, so he reluctantly forced his thoughts back to the potion he was supposed to be brewing, even though his mind lingered over certain events of his sixth year.

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Their sixth year had been one full of change for Harry and his schoolmates. Ron had finally found the courage to admit his attraction to Hermione, and the two of them got together and had become inseparable. Harry discovered that the secret admirer he knew as Glenn deWedlour was actually Draco Malfoy, after Draco finally revealed himself on Samhain that year. And after a slightly rocky start, Harry's friends learned to accept the fact that Draco was going to become a permanent fixture in Harry's life, and did not have any Machiavellian plans in mind for their friend. Even Ron, who had been the last hold out, finally came around and admitted that Draco was not the Death Eater scum everyone thought he was.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Draco's so-called friends. They viewed his involvement with the "Boy-Who-Lived" as the ultimate betrayal; not only of Slytherin House, but of the Dark Lord as well, and they took every opportunity to make life as miserable as possible for Draco. The torment took on the pretext of little accidents which happened to either Draco or his possessions. Homework was shredded, ink pots spilled on important essays, and Draco's clothing often came back from the laundry either discoloured, shrunken, or in tatters.

Not long after Samhain, Voldemort had increased his efforts to take down both Dumbledore and Harry, and eventually Harry's nightmares and visions began to take a physical and psychological toll. They got so bad that he began sleepwalking, and Harry's real concern was that Voldemort could control him through his scar, and that he could become a danger to his Housemates. Thus, it was decided that Harry should have a suite of rooms to himself. The rooms were equipped with a specially warded entrance, and a bedroom curiously outfitted with two beds. Dumbledore alleged that he had taken this precaution as a safeguard to protect Harry and his friends, but it was also a clever subterfuge to ensure Draco's safety as well. Dumbledore had eyes and ears all over the castle, and was well aware of the mistreatment the stoic young Slytherin had been enduring at the hands of his Housemates. With Harry ensconced in his own rooms, Draco would also have sanctuary away from the Slytherin dorms.

In the beginning, they obediently went to sleep in their separate beds, but Harry would awaken in the middle of the night screaming and clutching his forehead in anguish, so Draco would leave his bed and clamber in next to Harry, taking the sobbing man in his arms to ease his pain and chase the demons from his dreams. After several nights of being awoken in this manner, Draco decided to sleep in the same bed with Harry. Neither were surprised when the nightmares ceased and both Draco and Harry were finally able to get a good nights sleep, nestled contentedly in one another's arms.

Harry had never been more thankful to have nightmares than he had been in sixth year.

In May of that year, Death Eater activity began to escalate, and no one was surprised when Lucius Malfoy became the second known prisoner to escape unaided from Azkaban Prison. With the assistance of some of his Death Eater colleagues, Lucius planned to gradually make his way toward Hogwarts with the intention of capturing both Draco and Harry. His idea was to turn the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Annoy and his traitorous spawn over to Voldemort, his position as his Master's most favoured servant ensured as a result. The elder Malfoy had been infuriated with the news he was hearing from the Death Eaters whose children attended Hogwarts with Draco. He could not believe that the heir he had diligently brought up to abhor all things Muggle had been consorting with a filthy, Muggle-loving half-breed. To make matters worse, they hadn't even had the decency to hide their relationship, flaunting their togetherness at every opportunity in a very public fashion. Casting his lot with that of Potter was a huge mistake, and it sealed his son's fate. As far as Lucius was concerned, the boy simply ceased to exist to him.

And if Lucius Malfoy had any say in it, the boy would not be existing for very much longer.

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As it turned out, Lucius Malfoy had no say in it at all.

A flurry of activity took place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as soon as it was discovered thuciuucius had escaped the island fortress. Owls made their way in and out of the school under the cover of darkness, and several Witches and Wizards met in the Room of Requirement with members of the Order to strategise a plan of action. There was one person, however, who had devised a completely different plan. It was a spectacular plan of which no one else was aware, and he was certain that it would be effective.

When the time came to put phase one of his strategy into mn, Dn, Draco strutted into the Slytherin Common Room with his head held high as if he owned the place, and began to confess to anyone who would listen that he'd seen the error of his ways, and was ready to return to his Slytherin roots. The Slytherins were so happy to have their Prince amongst them once again that they welcomed him back without question. They all stayed up most of the night, drinking tea and talking about inconsequential things until Draco could barely keep his eyes open. He finally dragged wearweary body to his old room in the Slytherin dorms and was asleep almost before his head had hit the pillow.

The next morning phase two of Draco's inspired plan swung into action.

If there were one individual that Draco knew better than he knew anyone else, it would be his father. Over the course of his life, he had made it his business to be well acquainted with all of the man's strengths and weaknesses, as well as his likes and dislikes. On Thursday, an owl was sent to Lucius carrying a heartfelt apology for his recent behaviour, and the explanation that everything he had been doing over the past several months had been part of an elaborate scheme so that he could gain Potters trust. Once he had Potter incapacitated, he would then help advance the Dark Lord's cause from within Hogwarts hallowed halls. He knew that his father would be pleased with his ingenuity and all would be forgiven. Lucius admired cunning and intelligence, so a plan as detailed as the one Draco had in mind was certain to earn Lucius' respect. He would welcome his wayward son back into the family fold, and together they would present a unified front in the war against the Muggle-lover Dumbledore. Draco had counted on things going the way he suspected they would, and the return owl later that evening from Lucius confirmed his suspicions.

Friday morning Draco outfitted a school owl with a pouch overflowing with Galleons and a list of the items he required for the next step in his stratagem. He added instructions for the shopkeepers to shrink the purchases for easy delivery and dispatched the owl to several shops in Diagon Alley. Then he spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon in classes. After class, he did his homework, and then joined his Housemates (who were overjoyed to have the old Draco back) in the Great Hall for supper. He'd do anything to keep his mind occupied while he anxiously waited for his purchases to arrive.

He was in the Slytherin Common room engaged in a match of Wizards Chess with Blaise Zabini when the owl returned after supper with all the items he required for bringing his plan to fruition. He excused himself and retired to his room to add the final touches to phase three of his nefarious plot.

The final owl was sent out late Friday evening bearing an elegant parchment with the Malfoy Family Crest embossed on it. He did not use Psyche for this task, but rather his old Eagle Owl, who would undoubtedly know where to find his father regardless of his location. The missive arranged for a time and a place for Draco and Lucius to meet so that he could deliver a trusting Harry Potter into his waiting hands. Draco crossed his fingers, held his breath, and waited for his fa to to accept his offer.

It was Saturday morning when the majestic Eagle Owl finally returned and dropped a parchment similar to the one he had sent out onto his lap. Draco offered the owl a scrap of bacon from his plate, which the he eagerly ripped from his fingers before flying away. Draco heaved a silent sigh of relief as he read the response. All of the pieces had fallen into place as planned, and his father had agreed to the meeting scheduled for later that night. After breakfast, he exited the Great Hall, speaking to no one, his old mask of icy reserve and indifference plastered on his face. His hair was slicked back in the style he had worn in his younger years, and he refused to make eye contact with Harry. He made his way through the castle to the dungeons, where his Slytherin Housemates began hovering all around him. Crabbe and Goyle were giving him details of some petty scheme that they wished to perpetrate, and Pansy was attempting to involve him in her chatter about proper Slytherin behaviour. Draco however, had far bigger fish to fry, so he smirked and brushed them off as they were benehim,him, just as he had done in the past. He was finally able to escape from their pedantic nonsense and sat down in a comfortable chair, biding his time until he was to meet his father and deliver his special gift.

Only a few short hours until he was meant to depart, yet they seemed to tick by like an eternity.

When the time finally arrived, Draco retrieved a package from his room and placed his wand in a hidden pocket inside his robes. He was beset with a nasty case of nerves, as he went off in search of Harry. This was the unknown factor in his plan, and it would be a lie if he said he was not more than a trifle concerned about it. So much rested on the outcome of tonight's events, and if even one thing went wrong, it would have all been for naught.

It hadn't been very difficult for him to find Harry. A creature of habit, he was in his rooms stretched out on the bed writing an essay for Transfigurations. Harry put down his quill and smiled at the welcome intrusion.

"I'm so glad you're here, Draco. I missed you last night." He stood up with his arms outstretched to greet his boyfriend with a hug, but Draco's stony mask was firmly in place. Draco took a steadying breath and shrugged out of the embrace, pointing his wand between the eyes of a very stunned Harry.

"Don't make a sound, Potter. I'd really hate to have to hex that pretty little head off your shoulders," he sneered, before forcing Harry to leave his rooms at wand point and lead them through the castle. The tension was thick as the two made their way out of the Entrance Hall and to the periphery of the Forbidden Forest, just outside of Hogwarts Anti-Apparition wards. Bewilderment and anxiety became exceedingly apparent on Harry's face, but then Harry was never good at keeping his emotions in check anyway. He had trusted Draco, and now Draco was going to betray that trust by turning him over to Lucius and his Death Eater cronies, who, in turn, would give him to Voldemort.

However, Lucius was the only person they encountered in the Forbidden Forest that night. Keeping his wand pointed steadily at Harry's temple, Draco approached Lucius and cautiously greeted him. Draco's mask was still in place; there were no visible emotions to show his feelings within.

Azkaban had not been kind to Lucius Malfoy. His face was gaunt, and his normally lustrous platinum locks hung in lank strands from his scalp. The man looked like hell, but he drew himself up into his imperious posture and looked down his aristocratic nose at his son and his quarry.

"Well, well, well. Mr. Potter. It's such a pleasure to see you again. Isn't it a pity we won't have more time to spend together tonight?" Lucius' voice had a manic lilt to it, and it sent shivers down Harry's spine. Lucius turned his gaze on Draco. "I'm glad to see that you are not a disappointment to me after all. Our Lord will be pleased with your loyalty, and He will reward you accordingly, Draco."

"I told you I would bring you a gift, father." Draco plastered a fake grin on his face and revealed a box of sweets. "As a matter of fact, I've brought you two gifts. I know how much you enjoy sweets, so I took the liberty of going to Hogsmeade and bought you a variety of your favourite toffees. I'm certain that the keepers at Azkaban would not have provided these for you." He handed the box to his father, who was delighted to be receiving some of Honeyduke's marvelously rich toffees. "Please, take a moment to enjoy some now, and I will make sure Potter doesn't go anywhere. He is yours to do with as you wish before we hand him over to our Lord." Draco inclined his head slightly in a display of respect for the Dark Lord.

Harry blanched and could only hang his head in defeat as Lucius sighed blissfully and greedily ripped into the box of sweets, stuffing not one, but two of the gooey confections into his mouth all in one go. The moment he did so, his tongue began to engorge, and when that happened Draco saw his chance and dropped his wand from Harry's temple, pointing it at his father instead.

Narrowing his eyes into malevolent slits, Draco cast the first spell.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

There was no time for Lucius to draw his own wand, and even if he had been able to, his tongue was so large that he could not speak an incantation to save his life. Of course, Lucius had no idea that this had Draco's plan from the beginning. Draco stepped over his father, who was now lying stiff and unyielding on the wooded floor of the Forbidden Forest. Draco never once wavered as he cast the second spell.

"Incarcerous!" Thick ropes snaked out to coil tightly around Lucius, whose face was beginning to turn an unusual shade of purple from lack of oxygen. His tongue was so large that it was filling the back of his throat and cutting off his air supply. Draco had no doubt that the Ton-Tongue-Toffees would do the trick, but he wanted to bind his father just in case. He really had nothing to worry about, Lucius' stay in Azkaban had rendered him a mere shadow of his formerly powerful self, and he hadn't had time to rebuild his strength before meeting with Draco.

Draco. His son and heir, on whose head all of his hopes for a bright new era had been placed. He had underestimated Draco, who now stood above him with a look of revulsion on his face, castigating him as he lay there suffocating to death.

Magic surged off Draco in waves, and his eyes were alight with a fury that burned into his father's very soul. "You are a miserable excuse for a human being, and an even worse excuse for a father, and I can't say that I am sorry that your wretched life will be ending tonight." Never taking his eyes from his father, Draco reached behind him and pulled a shaken Harry forward to stand beside him. "You will never be able to hurt me or Harry ever again. Fuck you, Lucius! I can't even it wit was nice knowing you."

The last thing that Lucius Malfoy saw before departing this life was his son Draco embracing Harry Potter, their lips crashing together in an earth shattering kiss. He would have choked, if his tongue was not already doing such a spectacular job of that on its own, when he saw the two Wizards eagerly shoving their tongues down each other's throat, snogging as if their very lives depended on it. Irony, thy name was Lucius Malfoy.

After he was certain that Lucius had truly shuffled off this mortal coil, Draco ended both spells, and supplied the counter-curse to return his swollen tongue back to normal.

"It's a good thing father wasn't very fond of the Weasley's, or else he might have recognized the Ton-Tongue Toffees from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes." Draco chuckled quietly. "Remind me later to thank Fred and George for inventing such a superior product." Harry just stood there, gobsmacked, as Draco calmly took care of removing any evidence of outside involvement in Lucius' death.

He checked inside his mouth to make sure the toffee was completely gone, and picked up the open box of sweets before he took Harry by the hand and headed back to the castle. They slipped quietly through the doors before anyone discovered they were evensingsing.

The next morning an owl flew into the Ministry of Magic addressed to Mad-Eye Moody. The anonymous author detailed exactly where Azkaban escapee Lucius Malfoy's body could be found. A brief investigation was launched into the sudden death of Mr. Malfoy, and while the circumstances surrounding his demise appeared somewhat dubious, it was quickly ruled that Lucius had died of natural causes, and the case was closed.

The majority of the Wizarding World rejoiced at the loss of You-Know-Who's most cold-blooded Death Eater, while elsewhere a snake-faced monster hissed in anger at the loss of his most malleable and loyal servant. His gaze settled Wormtail, who was trying to beat a hasty retreat out of his Master's chambers. He was too late. Voldemort raised his wand on the retreating figure and hissed the most insidious of the Unforgivables. Green light shrouded the rat-like man, and the final sound he heard as he fell to his death was the maniacal cackling of his Lord and Master.

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Therefore, Harry sat in N.E.W.T. level potions reminiscing over the past months, and although he was still daydreaming, he most certainly was not drooling in his cauldron. A faint smile crossed his lips as he thought about what happened once they'd returned to the castle after Draco had successfully eliminated his father.

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Adrenaline coursing thr the their bodies, Harry and Draco nearly ran back to the castle and went directly to Harry's suite of rooms. Once inside, Harry slammed the door closed behind them and performed locking and silencing charms, just in case any of his friends decided to come looking for them. Not that anyone would be wandering the halls at this hour of the night; but it never hurt to be safe. Harry looked at Draco, whose face no longer wore the mask he had erected in order to trick his father. Closing his eyes, Harry exhaled deeply, and the tension that had been building inside of him finally released in a shudder.

"You scared the hell out of me, Draco." Harry brought his hands up to cup Draco's face, and placed a soft kiss on his mouth. "I really didn't want to think that you would so easily turn me over to your father, but I'm going to admit that I was more than a little worried." He leaned into Draco until his forehead touched Draco's. "I'd forgotthat hat a good actor you are when you need to be."

Draco sighed and encircled Harry with his arms, pulling their bodies closer together. "I'm really sorry that I haddo ido it that way, Harry. But if you knew what my plan was beforehand, your reaction might not have been authentic, and Lucius would have known it was a trap. I just couldn't afford for that to happen." Draco stroked Harry's back gently as he explained everything. "I hope that you can forgive me for scaring you like that."

Harry's eyes were shining with unshed tears. "There is nothing to forgive, Draco. You did what you had to do, and we are both safe, at least from your father. I'm just sorry that you had to kill your own father." Draco merely snorted at the comment.

"My father." He shook his head sadly. "Lucius stopped being my father the moment he swore his allegiance to Voldemort. And before you say anything, I know I wasn't even born yet when my father dedicated his life to the Dark Lord." A look of sadness crossed his face, and Harry wanted to do everything in his power to make Draco happy.

Reaching out, he took Draco by the hand and led him to his bed. He had missed Draco's presence in his rooms the past few nights that Draco had spent in the Slytherin dorms. "Stay with me? I don't think I can be alone tonight." Harry's fingers made their way under the front of Draco's shirt, and he stroked the soft skin there. "Would you mind sleeping in my bed with me?"

Draco looked at Harry in amazement. "You're kidding me, right?" he laughed. No one could ever accuse Draco Malfoy of passip tip time spent in bed with his boyfriend, even if they had gone no further than kissing and cuddling, but judging by the look on Harry's face, tonight he was interested in far more than just a cuddle. Encouraged by this revelation, Draco pressed himself against Harry and backed the both of them up until the backs of Harry's knees were butted against the edge of the bed. Smiling, Draco leaned in and kissed Harry, lowering them both until Harry was seated on the bed. Draco kneeled in front of him and looked up, meeting Harry's lust filled gaze with his own.

Harry's breath caught in his throat when he looked down at Draco kneeling in front of him, a hungry look upon his face. He leant down for a kiss, dragging Draco up until they were lying side by side on the bed, their arms and legs in a tangle. Lips and tongues tempted and teased those of their partner, their mouths making unspoken promises with each kiss.

The need for oxygen forced them to end their kisses, and they gazed upon each other with eyes that were passion glazed. Wordlessly they slowly began to undress each other, allowing their fingers to light upon and linger on bare skin as each article of clothing made its way to a haphazard heap on the floor.

Moonlight streamed through the windows of Harry's tower room, illuminating Draco in its ethereal glow. "So beautiful," Harry whispered as he drank in the image before him. His fingers traced pathways down Draco's chest, circling a pebbled nipple before brushing them softly over his kiss-swollen lips. Draco's tongue darted out to lick Harry's fingers, then parting his lips; he took them into his mouth, sucking them gently before releasing them. Wet fingers returned to Draco's nipple, circling it again before flicking over it. Warm breath blew over the wet nub, causing it to pucker into a tight bud. Harry's eyes never left Draco's face, and he smiled as his boyfriend closed his own eyes and groaned in ecstasy. "Do you like that?" Harry's voice was thick with desire, and all Draco could do was nod his head. He groaned loudly when he felt a warm hand slide down his stomach and brush tentatively over his arousal. "Do you want..."

Draco growled deeply in the back of his throat. "God, yes Harry!" He hissed as Harry took hold of his erection and began stroking in an unhurried manner, whilst his lips nipped and teased the flesh of Draco's abdomen. Harry could feel Draco's body trembling under his lips, and he dragged his thumb up over the head of his length, teasing the slit as his mouth continued to feast on Draco's navel. Harry breathed deeply and caught the intoxicating scent of the amazing man that was laid out beneath him, and wanted to take him into his mouth and taste him.

Despite the rumours that had circulated around Hogwarts over the years about Draco's sexual prowess, this would be the first time either of them had done anything like this. Harry was terrified that his inexperience might turn Draco off, but as his mouth replaced his hand around Draco's arousal, he suddenly knew exactly what to do to pleasure the man he treasured.

Harry used his tongue to swirl around the head of Draco's length, and then he applied enough suction to draw it into his warm mouth. Draco's moans and gasps of pleasure joined with Harry's echoing off the walls of the otherwise silent room. His hands grabbed fistfuls of Harry's hair, urging him downward, and he began to thrust into Harry's mouth. His hips arched up to deepen his thrusts as Harry's tongue and mouth continued to work their collective magic on his throbbing erection. A scream tore loose from Draco's throat when he felt Harry's hand reach between his legs and squeeze his sac.

Suddenly, Harry tasted something warm and bitter spurt inside his mouth. Startled, he screwed up his face in disgust and swallowed the bitter substance. He summoned the glass of water off his side table and swished some around in his mouth to get rid of the foul aftertaste, then looked at Draco who had his arms thrown up over his face and was cursing under his breath.

"Fuck!" Draco abruptly sat up and turned his back to Harry, drawing his knees to his chest. As far as sexual experiences go, this one would not be going down in the record books in regards to longevity. However, this was his first time ever receiving a blow job, and he knew these things happened -- then Harry had made that face and gulped down water, which humiliated him beyond words. Draco was mortified. 'So much for being tagged as the Slytherin Sex God', he thought glumly.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Draco's back. He knew Draco was hurt, but felt awkward. He was fully aware that he had handled this situation the wrong way, and he had no idea how to correct it. Finally deciding that the direct approach was probably the best, he pressed his body against Draco's back, resting his head on a pale shoulder. Harry draped one arm around the other man's body, and his fingers began idly tracing letters upon the soft skin of his chest.

"Draco," he murmured. "I'm really sorry I overreacted. I...it was unexpected, and I guess I just freaked out a bit." Harry placed a feather light kiss on Draco's shoulder and continued to trace letters on his chest, spelliut "ut "I love you." He felt Draco's breath hitch and he realised that Draco was aware of what he was writing on him. Draco sighed dramatically and collapsed back against Harry's chest. Draco was, after all, the consummate drama queen.

"I love you too, Harry." Draco twisted his body around so that the two of them were facing each other. His arms wound around Harry's body and his head lay nestled in the crook of Harry's neck. "Well, that was noteworthy," he chuckled ruefully. Harry's hand came up to sift through Draco's hair reassuringly, and then peppered the blonde silk with multiple kisses.

"It's nothing to be ashamed about, Draco. I'm sure that I won't last any longer than you did once my turn comes around." Draco considered this for a moment, and then decided that there was only one way to find out. He flipped Harry over onto the bed, pinning him effectively to the mattress. He licked his lips seductively as he looked down at the flushed face of his lover. Draco allowed his gaze to travel the length of Harry's body, and then he grinned widely before leaning down to kiss those sexy, reddened lips.

"I hear payback's a bitch, Potter."

Draco's mood had brightened considerably as he spent the rest of the night repeatedly driving that particular point home.

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Back in N.E.W.T. level potions, Harry smiled at the memory of that night. Payback had definitely been a bitch, just as Draco promised it would be. It actually took them several times before either of them was able to exert any sort of control over their body's reactions to stimulation. Of course, they both enjoyed each new session more than the one that preceded it, and it was, after all, done in the pursuit of the perfect orgasm.

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Class ended without the occurrence of any major catastrophe. Draco still had one more class before he would be finished for the day, but Harry was through with classes for the afternoon. He walked Draco to his next class, holding his hand as they walked through the corridors. "I'm going to go to our rooms and work on my homework there." He kissed Draco's lips lightly and watched him enter the classroom. "See you later!" Draco waved, and Harry started the trek to the room that Draco now shared with him full-time.

Homework was boring, and Harry felt his mind start to drift back to the Quidditch fantasy he had been so engrossed in earlier. He closed his books and allowed his head to rest on the pillow, letting his thoughts take him on whatever flights of fancy they desired.

Harry and Malfoy were circling each other warily on the pitch, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Theyeareeared to be the only two on the field, and Harry was floating in the air on his Firebolt when he spotted the Snitch hovering above Malfoy's right shoulder. But he wasn't interested in catching the Snitch. A predatory smile played across his lips as his eyes rested on the Slytherin Seeker. "You are so mine, Malfoy," he snarled.

"Only if you can catch me, Potty!" Malfoy leaned forward, sending his broom shooting across the pitch at breakneck speed. The Golden Snitch forgotten, Harry followed suit, chasing Malfoy around the playing field as fasthe che could fly. Malfoy managed to stay just out of his reach, so Harry pushed his limits, finally catching up to the golden-haired Seeker. His hand stretched out to grab the cloak that was trailing in the breeze, intending to slow Malfoy down enough to pass him, but he missed. His hand sliced through thin air, causing him to lose his balance. He spun wildly out of control, and his body left the safety of his broom. Harry felt his body plummeting rapidly toward the earth, and as he hurtled faster downward, he actually saw the ground rising up to meet him. Then everything went black.

He awoke on the floor of what he thought was a changing room. Without his glasses, he could not be sure exactly which one he was in. His body ached, and then he remembered. He had been chasing after Malfoy and reaching for his cloak when he had fallen from his broom. He tried to raise his head to check his surroundings, but was roughly pushed back down to the floor.

"Did I say you could lift your head, Potter?" The drawling voice was surreal, but familiar. "I don't think so! You need to be taught a lesson about remembering your place."

"Malfoy?" Harry squinted his eyes in a vain attempt to focus his vision.

A hand began to slide up his inner thigh, coming to rest on his crotch. Harry's eyes bugged open, but the room was poorly lit and all he could see was a pale blob kneeling next him. The air was tinged with the smell of sweat and something else that he was unable to identify. His Quidditch trousers started to tighten as the hand on his crotch began rubbing him into arousal. Then he felt the zip on his trousers being pulled down, and the hand that had been massaging his prick was suddenly inside his trousers. The pale face leant down and pressed a bruising kiss to Harry's lips, sucking the breath from Harry's lungs. Green eyes fluttered closed as he crushed the pale figure tightly against his body. He moaned and parted his lips for the tongue that was seeking entrance to his mouth. A stray question flickered across his mind. Was this something that he really wanted?

His body answered the question for him. "Oh, Draco...Want you, only ever wanted you. Don't stop, please!" His voice was hoarse with desire and need.

Harry awoke suddenly, doused in sweat and painfully aroused. "Wow" he murmured, "that was one hell of a Quidditch match."

"Been dreaming about me and Quidditch again, Harry?" Draco laughed as he wandered into the room and sat down on the bed next to his boyfriend.

Harry smiled sleepily. "Always, Draco. Always."

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