The Interpretation of Dreams
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drachenminaTitle: The Interpretation of Dreams
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Word Count: 200
Rating: G
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draco100 Prompt#29: TLC; Harry100 Prompt 22: Hands
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter
The dream started as it always did, with a feeling of ineffable peace.
The dream started as it always did, with a feeling of aching dread.
Draco was lying in his bed in the Manor, admiring the rich canopy overhead.
Harry was lying in his bed in Grimmauld Place, watching as the faded hangings twitched.
He felt the first touch of fingers on his arm, a gentle caress, like the ones his mother used to give – still did, sometimes.
He felt sly fingers spider along his arm, like Ginny’s used to do, before he told her he hated it.
Then the touch of other hands: stroking, worshipping. As if Draco were the most desirable man in the world.
Then the touch of other hands: groping, grasping, all of them wanting a part of Harry Potter, leaving nothing unclaimed.
Draco moaned softly.
Harry whimpered.
Gathering purpose, the touches moved to his groin.
Gathering purpose, the touches moved to his groin.
Draco gasped. He awoke, as always, relaxed and sated, his sheets sticky with come.
Harry screamed and thrashed desperately. He awoke, as always, cold and shuddering, his sheets drenched with sweat.
It was his favourite dream.
It was his worst nightmare.
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drachenminaWord Count: 200
Rating: G
draco100 Prompt#29: TLC; Harry100 Prompt 22: HandsCharacters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter
The dream started as it always did, with a feeling of ineffable peace.
The dream started as it always did, with a feeling of aching dread.
Draco was lying in his bed in the Manor, admiring the rich canopy overhead.
Harry was lying in his bed in Grimmauld Place, watching as the faded hangings twitched.
He felt the first touch of fingers on his arm, a gentle caress, like the ones his mother used to give – still did, sometimes.
He felt sly fingers spider along his arm, like Ginny’s used to do, before he told her he hated it.
Then the touch of other hands: stroking, worshipping. As if Draco were the most desirable man in the world.
Then the touch of other hands: groping, grasping, all of them wanting a part of Harry Potter, leaving nothing unclaimed.
Draco moaned softly.
Harry whimpered.
Gathering purpose, the touches moved to his groin.
Gathering purpose, the touches moved to his groin.
Draco gasped. He awoke, as always, relaxed and sated, his sheets sticky with come.
Harry screamed and thrashed desperately. He awoke, as always, cold and shuddering, his sheets drenched with sweat.
It was his favourite dream.
It was his worst nightmare.
