Dream Connections
Disclaimer: Look, I don't own any of this, no matter how much I wish that I did. I just own the plot; the rest belongs to J. K. Rowling. Please don't sue. I have no money. *sighs*
Warning: This story contains slash (male/male pairings), sex, and other yummy goodness. It is not for the faint of heart or the weak of stomach either for that matter. DO NOT read if you are going to flame. You might break my poor little heart. *Does puppy dog face* you don't want to hurt my feelings do you?
Anyway, on with the story.
"Mmmm, Harry! Oh, Merlin, yes! Right there, Harry!" Harry quickened his pace as he bucked wildly against the eager body. such beauty. 'Perfection' Harry thought as he moved his hands over the smooth, toned body, exploring every inch of exposed skin. Harry licked his lips, gazing lustfully into shining gray eyes. He leaned forward to leave a soft kiss on those tempting lips. "Oh. Merlin, Harry! Oh, Harry. I'm coming! Harry. Harry. HARRY."
"HARRY! If you don't get the fuck up, Mione might bloody well kill you!" Harry groaned and pulled his covers up over his head. His best friend stood towering over his bed, having apparently opened the drawings. "Sod off Ron, I'm trying to sleep." The dream had been so real. 'But, it will never happen. ever.' Harry groaned again rolling over to bury his face in his pillow. "Tell Mione I'll be down in a few. I have to take a shower." 'A cold one.' Harry added bitterly to himself. He felt sorry for the house elf that cleaned his sheets, they were sticky again. They seemed to be that way most nights of the week.
Harry couldn't help it. He didn't know where the dreams were coming from. He was perfectly fine until he returned to school for his sixth year. All of a sudden, the same beautiful body and gray eyes haunted him every night. It was maddening! Harry rolled grumpily out of bed, staring daggers at Ron's retreating back. Harry stumbled into the shower, once again thankful for the advantage of sleeping nude. He didn't have to waste time undressing to get into the shower.
Harry cursed as the cold water hit him, rolling in beads off his shoulders and down his back. He shivered. He was awake now, but the cold water did not help his condition much, he was still aroused. 'Damn,' Harry cursed his body, 'you are never satisfied.' He sighed, running his fingers through his unruly black hair. He had just awakened, and already it was turning out to be a trying day.
*~*
Harry made his way down the stairway to the Gryffindor common room only to be confronted by an extremely annoyed-looking Hermione. Harry cautiously walked toward her, expecting the worst. "It's about time, Harry. I was beginning to think that you had drowned." Hermione grumbled impatiently. "I love you too, Mione." Harry kissed his friend softly on the cheek in hopes of easing her temper. He smiled as he watched her scowl melt into a warm smile. Hermione sighed and gave Harry a soft shove. "You are impossible." Harry chuckled to himself, knowing that Hermione could never stay mad at him.
"So, what is so urgent that I have to get up early on a Saturday?" Harry asked, searching his memory. He obviously had forgotten something that they were supposed to do that day. "Early?! Are you serious?! It's already one o'clock!" Hermione gaped incredulously at her friend. Harry pouted, "Well it's early for me. Damn morning people." Hermione chuckled softly and gave him a gentle whack on his shoulder. "Fuck you, Potter."
Harry didn't know why, but, the words sent a chill through his body. He shivered, wondering why the words had such an effect on him. 'Maybe I just like it rough.' Harry thought, masking the need that was undoubtedly shining through his tell-tale green eyes. 'Yeah, I thought so.' Harry cursed his expressive eyes as he saw Hermione blush and Ron glare. "I'm ready to do whatever it is that I forgot we were doing today." Harry rushed to refocus the group's attention.
"Hogsmeade, Harry. We are going to Hogsmeade." Ron spat out venomously, his eyes a sudden chilly blue, a stark difference from their normal cheerful appearance. Harry paused, 'What the fuck is wrong with him? Why should he care if I get aroused by.? Oh.' It suddenly dawned on Harry why his friend was suddenly glaring at him as if he were about to kill him: Hermione. "Oh, right, Hogsmeade." Harry mumbled turning to head out of the portrait hole. "Let's go then."
The trio headed out of the castle in an awkward silence, making their way to the edge of the school grounds. As Harry walked, staring uncomfortably at his feet, he felt a prickling sensation at the back of his neck. The little black hairs stood on end, sending off all kinds of warning sensors. Somebody was watching him. Harry looked around wildly, stopping in his tracks.
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione gazed curiously at her bewildered friend. "Umm. I guess it was nothing." Harry mumbled, not seeing anyone around. "I just felt like someone was watching me or something. I'm okay." Hermione and Ron nodded to him and continued their trek toward Hogsmeade. Harry paused, however, taking a quick glance around before continuing to walk. He did not see the rustle of the bushes or the flash of light in stormy gray eyes as he turned to leave.
*~*
Draco's eyes flashed as he watched the now annoyingly chummy trio make their way off Hogwarts' grounds. "Don't worry, Potter." He growled hungrily, "I will get you if it's the last thing I do. You will be mine." With a final glance at Potter and his friends, Draco left to put his plan into action. First things first, he had to figure out if Potter was gay. He had to find Blaise and Pansy.
Disclaimer: Look, I don't own any of this, no matter how much I wish that I did. I just own the plot; the rest belongs to J. K. Rowling. Please don't sue. I have no money. *sighs*
Warning: This story contains slash (male/male pairings), sex, and other yummy goodness. It is not for the faint of heart or the weak of stomach either for that matter. DO NOT read if you are going to flame. You might break my poor little heart. *Does puppy dog face* you don't want to hurt my feelings do you?
Anyway, on with the story.
"Mmmm, Harry! Oh, Merlin, yes! Right there, Harry!" Harry quickened his pace as he bucked wildly against the eager body. such beauty. 'Perfection' Harry thought as he moved his hands over the smooth, toned body, exploring every inch of exposed skin. Harry licked his lips, gazing lustfully into shining gray eyes. He leaned forward to leave a soft kiss on those tempting lips. "Oh. Merlin, Harry! Oh, Harry. I'm coming! Harry. Harry. HARRY."
"HARRY! If you don't get the fuck up, Mione might bloody well kill you!" Harry groaned and pulled his covers up over his head. His best friend stood towering over his bed, having apparently opened the drawings. "Sod off Ron, I'm trying to sleep." The dream had been so real. 'But, it will never happen. ever.' Harry groaned again rolling over to bury his face in his pillow. "Tell Mione I'll be down in a few. I have to take a shower." 'A cold one.' Harry added bitterly to himself. He felt sorry for the house elf that cleaned his sheets, they were sticky again. They seemed to be that way most nights of the week.
Harry couldn't help it. He didn't know where the dreams were coming from. He was perfectly fine until he returned to school for his sixth year. All of a sudden, the same beautiful body and gray eyes haunted him every night. It was maddening! Harry rolled grumpily out of bed, staring daggers at Ron's retreating back. Harry stumbled into the shower, once again thankful for the advantage of sleeping nude. He didn't have to waste time undressing to get into the shower.
Harry cursed as the cold water hit him, rolling in beads off his shoulders and down his back. He shivered. He was awake now, but the cold water did not help his condition much, he was still aroused. 'Damn,' Harry cursed his body, 'you are never satisfied.' He sighed, running his fingers through his unruly black hair. He had just awakened, and already it was turning out to be a trying day.
*~*
Harry made his way down the stairway to the Gryffindor common room only to be confronted by an extremely annoyed-looking Hermione. Harry cautiously walked toward her, expecting the worst. "It's about time, Harry. I was beginning to think that you had drowned." Hermione grumbled impatiently. "I love you too, Mione." Harry kissed his friend softly on the cheek in hopes of easing her temper. He smiled as he watched her scowl melt into a warm smile. Hermione sighed and gave Harry a soft shove. "You are impossible." Harry chuckled to himself, knowing that Hermione could never stay mad at him.
"So, what is so urgent that I have to get up early on a Saturday?" Harry asked, searching his memory. He obviously had forgotten something that they were supposed to do that day. "Early?! Are you serious?! It's already one o'clock!" Hermione gaped incredulously at her friend. Harry pouted, "Well it's early for me. Damn morning people." Hermione chuckled softly and gave him a gentle whack on his shoulder. "Fuck you, Potter."
Harry didn't know why, but, the words sent a chill through his body. He shivered, wondering why the words had such an effect on him. 'Maybe I just like it rough.' Harry thought, masking the need that was undoubtedly shining through his tell-tale green eyes. 'Yeah, I thought so.' Harry cursed his expressive eyes as he saw Hermione blush and Ron glare. "I'm ready to do whatever it is that I forgot we were doing today." Harry rushed to refocus the group's attention.
"Hogsmeade, Harry. We are going to Hogsmeade." Ron spat out venomously, his eyes a sudden chilly blue, a stark difference from their normal cheerful appearance. Harry paused, 'What the fuck is wrong with him? Why should he care if I get aroused by.? Oh.' It suddenly dawned on Harry why his friend was suddenly glaring at him as if he were about to kill him: Hermione. "Oh, right, Hogsmeade." Harry mumbled turning to head out of the portrait hole. "Let's go then."
The trio headed out of the castle in an awkward silence, making their way to the edge of the school grounds. As Harry walked, staring uncomfortably at his feet, he felt a prickling sensation at the back of his neck. The little black hairs stood on end, sending off all kinds of warning sensors. Somebody was watching him. Harry looked around wildly, stopping in his tracks.
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione gazed curiously at her bewildered friend. "Umm. I guess it was nothing." Harry mumbled, not seeing anyone around. "I just felt like someone was watching me or something. I'm okay." Hermione and Ron nodded to him and continued their trek toward Hogsmeade. Harry paused, however, taking a quick glance around before continuing to walk. He did not see the rustle of the bushes or the flash of light in stormy gray eyes as he turned to leave.
*~*
Draco's eyes flashed as he watched the now annoyingly chummy trio make their way off Hogwarts' grounds. "Don't worry, Potter." He growled hungrily, "I will get you if it's the last thing I do. You will be mine." With a final glance at Potter and his friends, Draco left to put his plan into action. First things first, he had to figure out if Potter was gay. He had to find Blaise and Pansy.