Warning: Same warning; nothing's changed. Boy on boy action that I wish I could watch. R rating for a reason. Slash is the best medicine... I'm sleepy..
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A/W/T/W/R(Authoress's Weird Time-Wasting Ramblings) : Sorry 'bout the wait, but my father forgot to pay the internet bills or fees or whatever, so I was cut off from my beloved net. Sorry again, but it seriously ain't my fault. I should be studying really hard now, but for you guys, I'm typing this up today. You should be grateful. You should bow down before me and worship till the end of time... Though I'm in dire need of sleep, my insanity is in no way quenched... Oh well. Heh. I can't think of anything to write so I'm ending here. So sorry for anyone there is though I highly doubt it that actually like my stupid ramblings... stares blankly at teddy without head Oh, and this one's gonna have a little something to satisfy your perverted needs for now. R
A/W/T/W/R 2: The above A/W/T/W/R was written a long time agao, but I didn't feel like taking it out, so just ignore it. I honestly have no excuse for being so late, so I won't give any. Thankyou so much to those who reviewed! I would have written review replies, but I'm just lazy, so I'll answer them in the next chapter. Oh, and read my new fic : "My Love". Anyways, enjoy!
'...er...' > Draco's thoughts; '...er...' >Harry's thoughts; ...er... > Harry's annoying lil' inner voice.
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Chapter 1: Dream like a horny teenager.
Draco Malfoy was about to uncover Potter's deadly(?) secret. It was right there in his lap, and all he had to do was search for it... in a six hundred and fifty page book...
"Well, where do you suggest we look first?", the Snake Prince asked the two eager maniacs, also known as Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson.
"...", Pansy looked from Draco to the book to Blaise.
"...", Blaise looked from the book to Draco to Pansy.
"...", Draco awaited their responses.
Then all of a sudden, as if a silencing charm had been lifted, the former two started suggesting and quarelling and wondering and basically making a huge din in Draco's usually quite room. Draco heard snippets of what they were saying, but could never even begin to form coherent sentences out of those.
"Shut up!", Draco snapped quite suddenly over their voices once he'd had enough. "We'll just look from the first thing to the last thing, alright? So we'll have to cut open the covers first".
"That was my idea", Pansy boasted immediately.
"No it wasn't. It was my idea", Blaise retaliated.
It was my idea", Draco said dangerously as Pansy opened her mouth to protest. "Gods, you two are acting like five year olds".
Pansy and Blaise had the grace to look embarassed. Draco looked back at the book residing innocently in his lap. He took out his wand and muttered a slicing spell. The front cover of the leather bound book sliced open and peeled apart slowly, revealing nothing but the inside of the leather. He muttered 'conjunger' dissapointedly and proceeded to open the book and check every single page from the top to the bottom. Pansy had fallen asleep by the time Draco reached page three hundred and twenty. At least Blaise had enough pride left in him not to fall asleep like a little kid.
Soon, though, Draco gave up and decided to continue searching the rest of the pages tomorrow. He shoved Blaise and a still groggy Pansy out his bedroom door and stood there for a while. When he had decided to undertake this 'mission', he hadn't thought of how hard it would be to find something hidden between numerous letters of a six hundred and fifty page book. He sighed heavily. Well, he wasn't about to give up now.
Draco moved away from the door and stripped down to his forest green silk boxers. He did his nightly duties which took at the very least one hour to complete, before he settled down in his king-sized bed. He snuggled deep into his black silk pillows and sighed again. Soon, he found himself in unmarred bliss, and sighed peacefully against his pillows...again.
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-Harry woke up the next day, Thursday, with the signs of a migraine. He got out of bed all the same and made his way to the bathroom. He stripped out of his checkered boxers and stepped into the showers. Twenty minutes later, as he exited the bathroom and started dressing for the classes ahead, the impending headache was still there.
He waited for Ron to finish getting dressed, then made his way with him to the Common Room to meet up with Hermione. Together, they directed their steps out the portrait hole and towards the Great Hall.
The first thing that Harry did was look for a platinum blond head at the Slytherin table. He spotted it sitting on the shoulders of a certain fucker going by the name of Draco Malfoy, who was in turn sitting between Pansy and a yawning Blaise. Malfoy looked sleepy as hell, but did his best to cover it up. A million thoughts ran through Harry's mind. Draco looked so cute with his pouty expression-
So you've got a BIG cru- Harry smothered it before it got too far.
and sleepy eyes. Had Malfoy found the 'Thing In The Book' yet? Is he gonna tell everyone when he did? He wished Voldermort would just kill him now, so he wouldn't have to face the whole school laughing at him. How ironic is Harry Potter, sworn enemy of Voldermort and his Death Eaters, humble and noble Gryffindor, having a crush on Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater, his enemy since the age of eleven, stuck up, cunning and arrogant Slytherin? What would happen if his friends ever found out? Will they hate him? Or will they stick by him no matter what? What if Malfoy wouldn't reveal his secret once he found it out? What if Malfoy feels the same way about Harry?
'Yeah sure. Dream on honey, dream on. A Malfoy even think of liking a Potter? Pftt!'
The three Gryffindors reached their table and began piling food onto their plates. Harry's headache had worsened, what with all the thoughts and questions firing around inside his head. He could've skipped class, but there was a Transfiguration test today, and he didn't fancy staying back till ten thirty on Monday when the Gryffindors had Quidditch practise. So he grabbed a blueberry muffin and nibbled on it. He soon gave up trying to actually eat it though, as he felt like throwing up. Hermione looked at him in concern, while Ron sat oblivious to his best friend's discomfort, pigging down eggs and bacon.
Harry's head hurt more than ever, with the din of the Great Hall coupled with the thoughts still whirling inside his head, until he wanted nothing more than to die right now. But he didn't want to go Madam Pomfrey as she will make a huge fuss over it, and so he stayed where he was, trying not to think about anything. This, of course, was proving to be easier said than done.
Maybe he could sneak his book out of Malfoy's bag when he wasn't looking... Or he could drink Polyjuice Potion to get into the Slytherin dorms and look for it... Nah, that was too cliche. Should he try casting the Imperius curse on Malfoy and make him give back his book?... Sure. Brilliant idea... Maybe he should go tell Dumbledore? Now that's just the stupidest thing ever. He could try threatening Malfoy. Uh huh, cuz Malfoy's very scared of him. He might be able to persuade Draco's two bodyguards to get it for him in exchange for food. Bartar system. But he highly doubted they even knew how to take a book out of a bag... He should just grab the book and run and maybe hi-
Harry made himself stop right there before he went and got his head blown up. It was hurting so bad, and Hermione could tell. She seemed to know why he was still here, and looked happy and proud at the fact that Harry was at least trying, unlike one Ronald Weasely.
Soon, they left their table at the Great Hall along with their classmates and made their way to their first class of the day Charms. Was it just his imagination or had Professor Flitwick given them homework?...
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-Draco Malfoy sauntered into the Great Hall with Blaise and Pansy on either side of him, and the two gorillas behind him. He sat down at the Slytherin table and grabbed some blueberry pancakes and dumped them on his plate. He might not look too much like it, but he was dead sleepy. Pansy, of course, was chatting away with some seventh year, as she had slept within fifteen minutes of their arrival at Draco's room last night. Blaise was yawning and pushing his eggs around in his plate, looking ready to just drop his head on the pumpking juice and snore away. Gods, hadn't he been taught any manners expected of a Slytherin! Draco tried hard to stiffle a yawn but failed miserably. Okay, so even he couldn't stop that yawn, but at least Blaise could try to be less obvious.
Draco sat there for another twenty or so minutes, and looked up to see Potter taking his seat at the Gryffindor table with the Weasel and Mudblood. He watched with curiosity as Potter lost himself in a deep well of thought. Potter didn't eat anything, he noticed, and was clutching his head like it'll explode if he let go. Not that Draco would be surprised if it did burst; it was about time, what with the air filling up the empty space left by his brain when he was born.
'Looks like Potter has a headache. Is he fretting about his captured book? Heh. Very funny... Okay, so that was lame...'
He watched Potter sit there for some time, immersed in thought, before the Golden Trio headed off to class. A little while later, Draco also made his exit with the couple of Slytherins he made his entrance with.
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-Charms class was a bore to Draco and he almost fell asleep, while Harry felt like he was in the middle of the burning pits of Hell. His stupid headache hadn't gotten any better; if anything, it has risen to the point of a migraine somewhere along the way.
After being lectured about NEWTs for the millionth time, they had read the text on Patronus Charms. Finally, the bell gonged to sound the end of first class.
Harry and Ron climbed the many stairs with difficulty and reached the North Tower, where they ascended the silver ladder to their second class, Divination. Meanwhile, Hermione, a couple of other Gryffindors and all the Slytherins were already seated in their Arithmancy class as they didn't have a frightfully long distance to cover.
As soon as he was seated in one of the squishy armchairs around a table with Ron, he put his head in his arms and slept through the entire class. Draco, of course, didn't have such liberty since Arithmancy was much, much more important than Divination.
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-The two seconds after the bell had rung for second class to let out found a stampede of students making their way to the Great Hall for lunch. The Golden Trio and the Ice Prince and his gang was no exception.
Draco had given up subtility a long time ago, and yawned quite widely while Blaise joined in. Draco decided to continue searching Poter's Potions text ('PPT', as he called it), after eating some delicate stuff daintily. He trudged down the dungeons to the Slytherin Common Room, and finally his room, where he collapsed onto his bed quite unbecomingly of a Malfoy and grabbed PPT.
He flipped through the pages until he landed on page number three hundred and twenty, where he had stopped last night, and started scanning the pages. Soon enough, though, last night's sleep deprivity finally surfaced full blast, and Draco fell asleep with PPT by his side.
Meanwhile, a one Harry Potter was clutching his head once again. He had had to sprint to the loo twice, before he threw up all over the table.
"Harry, I think you should just skip class and go lie down", Hermione said worriedly, while Ron stared disbelievingly at her.
"But I don't want to do my Transfiguration test on Monday", Harry mummbled.
"In the state that you are in, Harry, do you really think you'll be able to do a test?"
...Maybe Hermione had a point.
"Okay then. I guess you're right. Good luck in the test", Harry said as best as he could without provoking the urge to throw up again, while getting up from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
Harry made his way slowly up the stairs and down the corridors to reach the Fat Lady portrait.
"Baby clouds", Harry chocked, then made his way to the dorm. There he lay down gingerly on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately. It was a blissful, undisturbed sleep.
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-Silver tendrils tickled his face as he drowned in a sea of pleasure. Soft hands gently carassed his chest, the long, slender fingers mapping out his body and gliding along his tan skin. The fingers came to a stop at his hardened nipples and teased each one sensually. Harry let out a small moan, and soft, warm lips descended on his, a hot, wet tongue making their way into his mouth. Their slick tongues danced together erotically, sliding against each other seductively. Harry's hips bucked as the fingers squeezed his nipples, and a beautiful moan escaped his lips as his own erection found the hardness of the teen above him. The lips that had assulted his mouth moments before now made their way down towards his neck. The hands touching his body slipped down as well, past his stomach and lower still, until they rested lightly on the spot just above his leaking hardness. Harry's grip on the soft silver hair tightened as he bucked upwards again and whimpered slightly in impatience. The hot mouth of the person doing all these wonderful things to him, sucked lightly on his neck, and bit and licked the area, proceeding to mark Harry as his own. Then they left his neck and hovered above his kiss-swollen lips.
"What do you want, Harry? Tell me what you want...", the person breathed.
"I want you... I want you, Draco", Harry replied breathlessly as he gazed into his lover's silver eyes.
Draco smirked seductively, and slid down Harry's body till his mouth was inches away from Harry's throbbing cock. Harry didn't even dare to breathe, afraid that it might somehow change his lover's mind. Draco looked up at Harry's wide, emerald eyes gazing innocently at him.
He slowly, painfully slowly, took the tip of Harry's penis in his wet mouth, causing Harry to gasp and clutch at the tangled bedsheets desperately. Draco swirled his tongue around the head sensually, while one of his hands was wrapped around the base of Harry's lenght, and the other sliding along his inner thigh. A series of moans and groans ensued from Harry as his whole penis was lost in the dazy sultriness of Draco's mouth. The hands of his lover was now holding Harry's legs as far apart as they would go as he squirmed under Draco. Draco slowly started moving his head up and down, pumping Harry's cock, sucking every time he reached the head. He moved faster and faster until Harry, moaning and with laboured breath, tensed up and shivered slightly.
"Oh Gods... DRACO!", Harry screamed as he came hard in Draco's mouth.
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-Back in the real world, in the silent sixth year dormitory in the Gryffindor Tower, Harry Potter woke up with a start. He was breathing hard, and his eyes were wide and incredulous. It took a moment to register where he was, as the dream was still fresh in his mind. He slowly and almost frightfully looked down at his lap and blushed immediately. Somewhere along the line, his blissful and undisturbed sleep had somehow altered in many a wonderful ways and given him a hard-on. He looked up at the clock on his bedside table and realised it was almost time for dinner. He turned his gaze back to his lap and stared at the bulge in his pants for several more seconds before realising he needed to rid himself of his problem.
Harry closed the hangings around his bed tightly and cast a silencing and locking charm on them. He sat up against the headboard and slowly unzipped his pants, licking his lips nervously. He had masturbated only once before and was blushing for hours afterwards. He hesitatingly slipped his hand into his pants and gently carassed his leaking cock. Harry gasped at the wonderful sensations running up and down his body. He closed his eyes and gripped his penis firmly and started pumping his hand up and down, his fingers gently teasing the head. Harry's other hand travelled under his shirt and up his heated body until he reached his goal. He teased his own nipples lightly and moaned hotly, basking in the tingling feeling running throughout his body. He saw glittering silver eyes and a seductive smirk, and felt silky strands gently brushing against his hot skin as he tensed up and came in his hand.
"Draco!", he screamed silently.
He leant his head back against the headboard and shivered slightly, totally spent. He caught his breath eventually, and then blushed brilliantly, stiffling a shy smile. He felt so happy after masturbating; maybe he should do it more often...
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-Draco stirred and opened his eyes sleepily. His mind was still foggy with sleep as he stretched, rolling to his side to check the time. He groaned when his brain was finally able to make sense of the clock on his nightstand; it was thirty minutes till dinner. Shit. He missed Transfiguration test... Oh well.
He looked around, picked PPT up from the bed and continued searching through the pages. He was almost at the point of giving up as he reached page four hundred and forty five. But no, he wasn't going to give up. He was going to be strong and get what he wanted. He was going to uncover what Potter's trying to keep quite... What is this, a fricking survivor challenge!
Draco sighed and glanced at the clock again and saw it was fifteen minutes till dinner now. So he got up from his luxurious king size bed, stretched, and checked himself in the mirror. He did the necessary (and unnecessary as well) tidying up and stalked out towards the Great Hall. He reached the huge doors just as Potter reached it as well. Draco smirked smugly as Potter gulped, then just walked pompously through to the Great Hall. Potter followed shortly afterwards, blushing like crazy.
-x.x.x.X.x.x.x-"Hey Harry. Feel better now?", Hermione asked kindly.
"Uhuh. Loads better", Harry smiled and replied as he sat down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
"Good", Hermione's worried look flew away.
Harry's hunger finally caught up with him, not having eaten the whole day. He loaded his plate with chicken and everything else that looked delicious and started hogging it down, looking more or less like Ron in the process.
(To Be Continued)
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A/N: Soooo... how was it? Y'all know (I think) how much I love reviews and opinions of other people on my writing. Anyways, I'm not feeling sleepy anymore. Heh. Anyways, I hope you liked this chappy. Y'all had a dream to get you all hot and bothered (HAHAHA :) Next chapter may take a while to come up as school's starting on the second, but it will come up no worries. The Tsunami Disaster sux huh? I'm from Sri Lanka, but I'm not in the country at the moment. But still it sux. It sux royally. Is there anyone out there from those countries hit by the Tsunami? Well, this is just so... I don't know. Everything is gonna be in chaos. Damn. Sux. Oh well. Anyways...
PS: Thankyou all those who reviewed! It really made me happy!Thank you sooo much!
PS2: Has anyone read Stephen King's 'Dreamcatcher'? If ya haven't, you should read it. It's gross yeah, but there's a real nice story lying b'neath all that. I really love it. I'm still reading it. I'm at the part where Henry goes to see Duddits with Underhill. You guys should totally read it... Next chapter: Draco finally discovers Harry's secret, and...
Well, gotta go. CYA! And don't forget to review. -wink-
Happy New Year, once again!
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