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Dreams	By : lumierre Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3046 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter 2
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Harry put his dirty cutlery back onto his plate, pushing it near to the centre of the table and watching as it disappeared. He looked longingly at the treacle tart sat just a few feet to his left, but couldn’t bring himself to grab a slice, feeling a slight headache coming on. Sorting out his robes as they had twisted around him, Harry bid goodbye to Dean and left the Great Hall whilst the rest of the school continued to eat, licking a hint of gravy from his lips.
As he headed towards the Grand Staircase, Harry thought back to this morning; the wonderful experience of waking up to have a naked Draco Malfoy snuggled against his chest. Who would have guessed that Draco Malfoy, ice cold prince of Slytherin, was the snuggling type? He battled against the flush threatening to coat his cheeks as he recalled their activities.
He looked up at Harry, and he tried to memorise that image; this sexy blonde Slytherin posed over his hard cock, looking up at him sensually.
Harry started slightly as he felt a stirring in his trousers; and suddenly thought of Umbridge dancing around in a bikini to tame his awakening arousal. He then moved on to happier thoughts as he started ascending the moving stairs; the fact that Draco liked him back. As well as his startled confession the night before, while in the early hours of the morning the Slytherin had once again confessed his attraction to the black-haired eighteen year old.
“Harry, I ... I wasn’t lying last night. I really do... like you. In that way.”
Okay, so Draco hadn’t been particularly eloquent, but that may have been because Harry had then begun rubbing himself along the blondes pale body. It would have escalated into another full-blown session like the previous night had, had Blaise not decided to get up at that exact moment to head to the bathroom. Harry had shot back into his own bed before they were discovered and had to take matters into his own hands, literally. He had a feeling that he would be doing that a whole lot more now that he knew what lay in the bed next to him.
So yes. Harry Potter had been in an exceptional mood after these events, smiling constantly, so much that even the teachers had noticed. At lunch, Harry had seen McGonagall looking down at him from the head table, with what could only be interpreted as the beginnings of a smile resting upon her thin lips.
Harry realised with a start that he had reached his dorms, having been so lost in is won thoughts that he hadn’t paid any attention to his walk, with the large portrait of Lady Lavina blocking his entrance.
“Unity.” Harry gave the password, clearly chosen by the Hogwarts headmistress, with a smile and a cheery tone.
“You may pass.” The portrait said in her high voice, swinging outwards with her nose in the air slightly. Still smiling, Harry stepped over the frame and entered the living area. Being Eighth year students, they were given a small living area, much like a tiny version of the house common rooms, and a small kitchenette.
“Hello? Is there anyone there?” Harry called out, looking around the small rooms to see if any of his friends were hiding. When he received no reply, he strolled into the kitchen and grabbed a pumpkin pasty from the side, hoping it didn’t belong to one of his dormmates. His headache has been short-lived, and he was regretting not going for the treacle tart.
Harry briefly recalled the fact that he still had a four foot essay to write for Defence Against The Dark Arts, but quickly cast the thought away from his mind as he collapsed onto the small sofa, dangling his legs over one end and resting his head upon the other, eyes closed as he ate his food. He forced himself to think of something other than Draco Malfoy; if one of his friends were to suddenly burst in he didn’t fancy having to explain why he was in the common room in an obvious state of arousal.
As he finished the pasty silence descended in the small room, and Harry felt his breathing slowing as he gradually drifted closer and closer towards sleep.
He jolted slightly as he heard what sounded like rustling from the bedroom, waking instantly. He stood silently, a whole manner of scenarios forming in his brain; he was still on edge, even though Voldemort had been defeated what felt like an eternity ago. Telling himself to calm down, he nevertheless grabbed his wand which had fallen from his robe pocket, and held it firmly in his grip as he walked towards his dorm room door.
Harry, you prat. It’s just going to be one of the guys reading the Prophet or something. Don’t be so fucking paranoid. He told himself, reaching for the handle and opening it in one swift move.
It took him a moment to register what he was seeing. Draco Malfoy was kneeling by his bed, back to the doorway that Harry was stood in, with a magazine laid out on the bed in front of him and his arm working furiously by his side. Harry could just about see the edge of what looked like a scantily clad man on the open magazine page, and felt his blood start thundering south with incredible speed at the realisation that Draco Malfoy was wanking to… a dirty magazine?
Harry would have been quite content to stand there, leaning in the doorway with a burgeoning erection, watching his – lover? Boyfriend? Harry didn’t know – doing something so unexpected and arousing, but the Slytherin must have felt his presence somehow and whipped round to face him, a blush quickly rising in his cheeks at being caught doing something such as this.
“Wha-? You-? How-! I don-! Wh-?” Draco stuttered, stumbling over his words as he quickly got off of his knees and onto his bed, grabbing the magazine that Harry saw as the latest edition of Wands for the Wizard to try and cover himself as he looked at Harry with an expression a mixture of horror and humiliation. He continued to splutter and cough with the blush in his cheeks increasing with every second as Harry stood there, looking him over and trying not to think of how incredibly sexy he found the entire situation.
“Draco.” Harry said, swallowing to try and get some moisture back into his dry mouth, walking forwards to try and calm the still shocked blonde. “It’s okay.”
“Just pretend you never saw this!” He suddenly hissed, and Harry saw a glimpse of the old Draco. It gave him an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“Draco! It’s fine, honestly. I get that you’re embarrassed but it’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” Harry said with a wink, trying to keep calm and show the blond just how fine it was without conjuring a glittering gold arrow pointing at the tent in his trousers. He put a hand on the shoulder of the taller boy. Draco glanced up at him and sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. Harry wondered what he was thinking about when the blonde’s grey eyes opened again.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have acted like that. I guess it’s still an instinct for me to lash out when I’m...” He paused. “Embarrassed, or something.” He looked down, ashamed, and found himself staring at Harry’s crotch.
“Oh.”
Harry stood silent for a moment, looking into Draco’s eyes as they rose again to meet his, a delicate blush flooding is cheeks once more. He’d half been worried that being in close proximity to Draco would be awkward after last night’s events.
He was glad to say he himself didn’t find himself in such a situation.
After a few seconds, Harry realised they’d been staring at each other and spoke.
“... Why?” He asked, and then immediately wanted to give himself a quick Stupefy for asking what was quite possibly the most idiotic question of all time.
“Well, Harry, sometimes when a boy grows up he starts to get certain urges-“ the blond started, and Harry rolled his eyes. Draco gave him a look. “I don’t think I really need to explain this one.” Draco gave Harry a pointed look at this, and the brunette laughed lightly.
“I know, I know, you prat. But why in the name of Merlin were you at it with the door unlocked when anyone could walk in?” He said, looking at Draco with an amused smirk on his face.
“Well… Maybe I just like the risk of someone walking in, and was hoping it would be you.” Draco smirked, biting his bottom lip slightly.
Harry’s train of thought –whatever it might have been- stopped at that point, his sole focus suddenly caught between the plump lip captured between pearly white teeth and the words that had just slipped past it. He saw Draco’s smirk drop, but he continued to bite his lip slightly, and all that could be heard in the large room was the two boys’ breathing.
Still staring at Draco’s mouth, Harry began to lean forward and felt a little burst of excitement when he noticed the Slytherin doing the same.
Harry couldn’t help the shiver of excitement that ran through him the moment their lips touched. Electricity sparked between them as Harry moved forwards to plant his knees on the bed, one either side of the half-dressed Slytherin as he grabbed handfuls of soft, silky ice-blond hair.
“Fuck, Draco,” Harry murmured against petal-soft lips. “The thought of you waiting here,” A nip to the throat, “touching yourself,” A tug on inky hair, “waiting for anyone to walk in and see you” a scratch across a t-shirt covered back, “makes me so fucking hard.”
Draco practically melted into a puddle of goo beneath Harry’s touch and words, reaching beneath them to grab the magazine that covered him. He held it up momentarily, allowing Harry to spare a glance at the wizard sprawled across the two-page spread wearing nothing but a – was that a Gryffindor tie??
“Got a bit of a fetish for Gryffindors then, eh?” Harry murmured into the soft skin behind Draco’s ear, hearing the magazine drop to the floor with a soft splat. He felt the Slytherin shake with quiet laughter beneath him.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Draco teased, pulling back slightly to look Harry in the eye, eyes glassy and lips pink and swollen as he panted. Harry stilled for a minute, looking down at the vision beneath him. Despite all his fantasies about the blond boy in the time since returning to Hogwarts, all his uncontrollable dreams, he could never have imagined just how incredible it really could have been to have the pale blond writhing beneath him. The Gryffindor struggled to imagine how anyone else in the entire world could ever compare that the man lying underneath him now, pale hair askew and a look of lust in his eyes.
“Oh I think this,” Harry punctuated his words with a roll of his hips, bringing his robe-covered hardness into contact with Draco’s deliciously naked one, “tells me quite enough. Tell me, is it the Gryffindor robes I have on, or just my general sexiness?” He questioned, thoroughly enjoying the way Draco’s eyes rolled back slightly at the friction. He pushed himself forwards, lowering them both from their sitting position to lie on the bed, with Harry’s body covering Draco’s entirely.
“Delightful though those tacky robes are, I’d much rather see them on the floor instead.” Draco snarked, before reaching up to practically rip the robes from the younger boys shoulders, trying his best to force them off his arms as he leaned up to join Harry in a bruising kiss, his eagerness and anticipation causing their lips to collide almost painfully. Harry helped, arching his back and twisting his arms to allow the heavy robes to fall to the floor behind them, leaving him in just his jeans and a t-shirt.
“You are still wearing far too many clothes, Potter.” The Slytherin remarked, reaching up once more to pull the shirt from Harry’s back. Shirt removed, Harry stood up and backed up a pace, before unbuckling his belt and shucking his jeans from his legs with almost inhuman speed, taking his underwear with them in one movement.
Unfortunately, this also gave him to opportunity to really take in the view on the bed, and Harry felt his mouth go dry once more and his cock grow impossibly harder at what lay before him. Draco was lying horizontally across his bed, long, lean legs handing off the end with feet resting gracefully on the floor. He was propped up on his elbows, gazing at Harry from the bed with a flushed chest and heaving pants. His pale grey t-shirt clung to every line of his toned body, riding up to his bellybutton and giving the most glorious view of the hard, glistening cock that lay between the blonds legs. Harry nearly licked his lips; it curved just slightly towards his stomach, pale and magnificent, with a shiny coating of pre-cum covering the head.
“Like what you see?” The blond teased, seeing Harry staring. He made things worse by shifting his weight to one elbow and moving his free hand down towards his dick, letting a breathy moan escape him as he grasped it firmly. Harry had to concentrate to not come on the spot right then.
“I swear to god Draco you are the most fucking sexy-“ Harry never got to finish his sentence as he’d already surged forward, climbing on the bed once again and dragging the heavy curtains closed behind them. As much as he enjoyed the fact that Draco might be a bit of an exhibitionist, it didn’t mean Harry wanted the rest of their roommates walking in on what was about to happen.
The Gryffindor pulled Draco’s head toward his for a short passionate kiss, before shuffling his way down the bed until he was face to face with Draco’s cock, as he was last night.
However this time he wasn’t going to be such a tease.
With the knowledge that dinner would soon be ending and the rest of their dorm mates would soon be returning, Harry wasted no time by looking up at Draco through his inky lashes before licking a fat stripe up the length of the pale dick before him.
“Merlin Harry-“ The paler boy started, moving his hands down to thread slim fingers through the dark hair as he realised what was about to happen. He didn’t have time to finish what he was about to say because Harry had taken that moment to place his mouth around the head of Draco’s cock, forming a hot, tight seal, causing the blond to groan loudly and deeply. Harry took a moment to wandlessly spell away his glasses before they fell off, hoping that he’d find them on his bed later.
Spurred on by the positive reaction, as well as his own incredible arousal that was pressed into the bed, Harry used his hand to hold Draco’s cock straight and pushed his mouth further down the shaft, taking as much of it in as he possibly could before he felt his gag reflex kick in. The hands in his hair squeezed, pulling on the unruly strands slightly as Harry started to bob his head up and down, listening to when the blond gasped for rutted his hips uncontrollably so as to learn what felt best for his Slytherin lover.
Harry was nearly unable to contain his own excitement, and started moving his own hips gently, moaning around Draco’s dick as the delicious friction reverberated through his body. This only made the blond groan once more, not only because of what the sexy Gryffindor was currently doing to his downstairs, but also the sight of him being so turned on himself he was seeking friction from the bedspread.
“Are – are – do you not wa – want me to- to- do the same for yo- you?” The blond managed to stutter out, his mind a whitewash of pure pleasure. He tried to focus on the fact that Harry needed pleasure too, but it was difficult with the incredible feeling of the hot, wet mouth currently enveloping him with just the right amount of pressure, that tongue managing to lick in all the right places, and hey where did Harry learn this-
Harry pulled off with a slick pop, and looked up at Draco, lips swollen and glistening. “You can worry about me later, right now I just want to focus on you.” He prepared himself to return to his ministrations, when a pale hand shot out and stopped him from moving forward. Harry looked confused.
“What’s wrong?” He asked. An embarrassed expression crept across the paler complexion once again.
“It’s just, well, I was already pretty far gone by the time you walked in, and now with this incredible blowjob, no, really, I just need to warn you that I’m hardly going to last much longer.” Draco implored.
“Don’t worry about that, we’ll have plenty of time to take things slow later and plus, everyone else will be heading back soon and I want to hear you.” Harry said lowly, pushing the pale hand away and taking the equally pale cock into his mouth once again. The blond head hit the pillow with a groan, hands fisting the sheets.
Feeling adventurous at the sight of his lover struggling to hold himself back, Harry crept a hand forward slowly, first taking time to cup Draco’s balls, feeling them tighten even more at his touch, and seeing the blond quiver in response. Taking his time, whilst still concentrating on sensually moving his mouth up and down over the smooth shaft, his fingertips slowly moved past the fair-haired sac and found their goal.
The moment that Draco felt soft fingers grazing his entrance, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Perhaps one of his most sensitive areas, the Slytherin had spent a great amount of time exploring his entrance in his own time, and knew just how much he responded to it. the sensation of Harrys fingers circling his hole oh so gently, and cautiously pressing against it but never going inside combined with that fantastic sucking motion the Gryffindor did as his mouth made its way back up to the head of his cock sent him spiralling towards his release. He felt his balls draw close, his legs start to tremble and his stomach clench as fireworks slowly started to spark within him, the sensations too much to bear.
“Harry- I- I’m gonna- you might wan- wanna move!” he managed to spit out, just barely holding onto the last threads of himself. He watched his once-enemy glance at him briefly through thick lashes before returning to the task in hand (or mouth) with renewed vigour, sucking and licking with all of the enthusiasm he could muster, hips still rutting into the bed uncontrollably.
Moaning loader than he ever had before, Draco felt his hips rise off the bed slightly as all the muscles in his legs tensed, fireworks shooting through his body as the most incredible feeling began to wash through him. He felt himself fall off the edge and into the abyss, unable to see or think or smell or even acknowledge anything other than that deliciously hot mouth that he was spilling long, hot streams into as he went through the most intense orgasm of his entire life.
Hearing his own moans slowly taper off as he came down from his high, Draco slowly opened his eyes in time to see the chosen one lift his head up, using his thumb to wipe a stray drop of come from the side of his mouth. The blond stared incredulously.
“You- you swallowed it?” He asked, wondering how he could still feel so turned on from an action even at his most spent. Harry sent him a quick grin.
“Spitters are quitters, and Gryffindor’s never quit.”
Draco nearly laughed aloud until he noticed the weeping, almost painful looking erection Harry was sporting as he raised himself to his knees. He realised, embarrassed, that in his post-orgasmic bliss he had completely forgotten about Harry’s needs. Looking at him with a combination of lust and uncertainty, Harry moved forwards, shuffling his knees as he made his way up the pale body.
“I was thinking, if you don’t mind, there’s something I really want to try, I won’t take long, I promise, I mean I nearly came just then, I’ve just always fantasised-“ The Gryffindor started, blushing slightly.
“After what you just gave me, I don’t think I can refuse you anything.” Draco replied, feeling his now flaccid cock twitch slightly as the sight of his boy wonder inching his way up his body, chest heaving and cock bobbing as he did so.
Looking equal parts apprehensive and excited, Harry made his way up until he was kneeling over Draco’s shoulders, and lowered himself slightly to sit on his chest. Reaching downward, he took his throbbing cock in his hand and grasped it firmly, giving it a sharp tug and groaning deeply at the sensation. He’d been seconds away from releasing into the mattress when Draco had spilled down his throat, but managed to hold on at the thought of living one of his favourite fantasies, and was still teetering on the edge, even now.
“Open your mouth.” He instructed, gazing down at his Slytherin lover. Those perfect pink lips parted as stormy grey eyes looked up at him, and with another groan, Harry lowered the head of his cock to just above that perfect mouth and started to slide his hand up and down the shaft, aided by the pre-cum that had spread over it earlier. He was already so incredibly turned on it only took a few strokes, looking at that perfect face, before he felt the familiar tightening and aimed himself downward, forcing himself to keep his eyes open and he groaned deeply, the coil within him snapping as indescribable pleasure coursed through him, and thick, long streams of come spurted from the end of his cock, coating silky white ribbons along the inside of the blonds mouth and over his perfect lips.
Finally spent, Harry slumped forward, one hand supporting his weight as the other released his softening dick to gently wipe the stray spots of semen from the Slytherin’s lips, watching in awe as he swallowed what was already in his mouth with not so much as a wince.
“That was incredible.” Harry breathed, letting his forehead drop to meet Draco’s, looking into his eyes with a smile that the blond returned.
“Much better than that magazine.” Draco murmured, eyes roving the tanned face above him.
Wait- the magazine-
Harry had only a split second to remember the magazine, and his clothing, that was strewn over the floor between his bed and Draco’s when the door burst open, and the sounds of Blaise and Neville entering the room filtered through the closed curtains. Eyes widened as Harry and Draco looked at each other in realisation.
The conversation outside of the bed stopped. There was a beat of silence.
“Is that-“ Neville asked.
“They’re Harry’s aren’t they, Nev.” Blaise responded. The sound of Neville swallowing could be heard even from the bed.
“Yep. And the curtain are closed on Malfoy’s bed…”
“Oh my God.”
“I can’t believe it!”
“I knew something like this would happen! All that unresolved tension!”
“If you’ve quite finished speculating, would you kindly fuck off so we can head to the bathroom to clean up!” Draco piped up from beneath Harry, who started and tried too late to slap a hand over the Slytherins snarky mouth. The sound of footsteps hurriedly retreating filled the air for a few moments, before the two boys looked at each other, and dissolved into laughter.
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