Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Vibe ❯ Dream or No Dream? ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Seshygirl04: Ok, chappie 2!!!!
Harry awoke alone in the morning, ‘maybe those damn people have disappeared today.’ Harry thought in his sleep muddled mind. He began to roll out of bed but stopped and thought, ‘wait no… I smell chocolate.’ before falling onto the floor… intentionally of course... ::ahem::.
It was his morning routine, get up, think a dark thought, and then fall onto the floor. As much as he wanted to stop this… it hadn’t gone away for the past year. It would just happen. ‘Some things are uncontrollable, just like my stomach and the smell of chocolate making me go downstairs to be around people.'
He popped up behind Dean quietly and waited for the other boy to be scared shitless. You think this is cruel? Hah, this was the only way for Harry to actually have fun with his friends anymore. Ever since he’d confessed to being a pansy, they had just gotten really stiff around him. Ron always acted like Harry was about ready to fuck him any moment and Hermione kept on asking him who he thought was cute. It was a little annoying, considering he only really thought that strait boys were cute. Or hot rather… very hot. It was kind of like the “bad boy” thing with girls. Always wanting what he can't have.
Harry did his best to put on a face that looked like he’d just arrived out of a zombie movie and he was the zombie. Dean was smiling and laughing when someone pointed behind him. Dean looked over his shoulder, laughing face still in place and froze with his eyes half way closed. He stayed frozen for a minute and then screamed.
Laughing slightly, Harry took a seat on a poofy thingy that couldn’t be called a chair and looked over at the table with a cake that said, “Happy Birthday Harry” and a card next to it that was signed by most of Gryffindor.
Ron shyly shuffled up next to him and looked nervous. Harry inwardly rolled his eyes. “We just wanted to say thanks for staying alive and happy birthday!” Ron grinned at Harry and Harry felt uncomfortable under his intense gaze. Ah, again with the “stay alive because you’re going to save us” shit. It was driving him up the wall. He didn’t notice it so much in his first few years because he was just greatful to have some friends instead of none. But now that he’s gotten used to it… lets just say that he could live without it.
Grinning, Harry replied with “Well thanks mate! The chocolate smelled really good when I woke up.” Which translated to “What the hell? You woke me up with your damn chocolate cake!” in ‘Harry world’. Nonetheless, he accepted a piece of cake and ate it graciously.
“We’re going to Hagsmead really soon after this, you should come! We’ll get some really cool stuff! Hey, we might even get to visit that store you sneak off to in the middle of the night if you lead us there!” said Neville. Harry almost dropped his cake and Ron glared at Neville as to say, “well, now he knows... idiot”.
With some cake still in his mouth Harry said, “Umm, you guys know about that?” Crap, there was no saving it now. They obviously knew he snuck out at night and came back with bags. Oh well, he didn’t really care. As long as they don’t know what or where the store was, he was fine.
“Well… we know that you go out sometimes and come back with bags. Seamus only guessed that you were going down to the city to a store when he saw you looking at a receipt early in the morning. It’s not like we really care though." his rant was becomming more furious by the second. "If you want to go out some place when nobody knows you’re out and you could be in danger of being attacked, then that’s just fine with us.” Ron said. His face was red. He’d gone through about 10 emotions in that one little rant. He started off shy, then went to calm, then went to angry. This bloke was moodier that a cat on a bad day.
Harry sighed. He set his cake down on a table and got up to stand in front of Ron. “Look, I’m sorry for not telling you… but I think I have a right to be left alone even for a little while. You have to understand Ron, I’m not trying to scare anybody by going out at strange hours of the night. I just wanted a little ‘me time’ once in a while.” This translated to “Why don’t you deal with the fact that I don’t tell you everything? You’re not my mother. I’m going out for reasons that I will not tell you at strange hours of the night. So bitch, leave me the hell alone!”
Ron seemed happy with the real world answer and simply said, “It’s alright Harry, I forgive you. Just stop doing it.”
To which Harry promptly answered, “What?! You forgive me?!?! Shouldn’t it be the other way around? You’re such a dick! I’m going to my room to calm down and maybe think of the hottest boy in Hogwarts and masturbate.” But this this was the real world, and so it all translated to: “Why thank you Ron. It won’t happen again. I don’t feel well though, so I’m going to stay in my room for a little while. You guys should go on without me.”
Ron nodded and left Harry standing there awkwardly. Everyone else just smiled at Harry, said jumbled “Happy Birthday” s and left with Ron to go to the city.
Harry scowled at the closed portrait door and went up to his room and locked the door with a strong spell. He conjured two inflated, oversized, boxing gloves and put them on. He let out a yell and started to bash everything in the room. The bed posters were cracked and the lamps on the night tables were all broken. He got rid of the gloves and smiled at everything. He liked to review his work.
He plopped heavily down onto his bed and suddenly he remembered why he was so grouchy this morning. He’d been having a most wonderful dream concerning one utterly drop-dead-sexy-too-good-for-you slytherin. Harry smiled as he thought of the other boy roughly pushing him into a wall. Harsh lips and teeth against his own. A venturing hand grabbing his crotch almost painfully as the other had pinned his wrists above his head.
A moan escaped his lips and he dug through his night side table and brought out the items from last night as well as a few others. He spelled the vibrator to comply with spoken orders and then cast another spell to tie his hands to the headboard.
“Dip into lube.” he said curtly while making sure that he couldn’t get out of the bonds unless he undid them with a spell. The vibrator dipped itself into the lube and Harry felt his trousers get tight. He wished his clothing away and it all disappeared into nothing (though it was messily shoved into his trunk for now). Harry thought of strong hands holding him down… pressing groin into Harry’s… making Harry’s lower back dig into the edge of the desk behind him. Harry heard a moan escape from his lips as he imagined the pain of the desk with the hardness harshly digging into his naked thigh. Actually felt teeth scraping the side of his neck. He opened his eyes, nothing. He saw the vibrator, waiting for further instruction, dripping with lube. He smelled the coconut and pineapple and saw his now obvious er… problem.
He smiled, this was the way it should be. Harry tied up and something waiting to pound into him. His problem jerked at the thought of it. “Turn on” he said in a raspy voice that was barely his own. A vibrating sound could be heard through the door and the scream that followed could be heard in the common room. Thankfully everyone was either in the city or at lunch.
Harry later ventured down the stairs with a sore back and bruised wrists. He was used to it… but now he was practically drenched in that lube smell. His sweatshirt which proclaimed, “I’m a ninja” had hopefully concealed his wrists and his baggy black pants hopefully hid his uneasy walking.
He stepped out of the gryffindor common room into the hall and went to tickle a picture of fruit. Harry felt that he wanted a pina colata and maybe a baked potato.
He went down a staircase that hopefully led him to the picture. He had honestly forgotten where it was and he had left the map in his trunk. ‘Ah, well wherever I get to, there better be food.’
There was some left over cake with his name on it (literally) in the common room, but he’d definitely had enough of that. He walked past a picture of a man drinking from a goblet. He heard the man scoff at the sight of the black clad boy below him. Harry ignored the picture, but it annoyed him still.
(~)He turned the corner and found himself in the dungeons… hmm, you’d have thought he’d notice if he were walking himself there. He stopped abruptly and raised an eyebrow at himself. He held an internal battle of words with the person in his brain and he imagined he looked like an idiot. He was standing in the middle of the dungeons and looked as though he were fighting with someone… but no one was there.
Harry humph’ed at his brain voice and folded his arms across his chest. ‘I refuse to think that Draco Malfoy of all people will give me a pina colata!’ The voice chuckled, ‘I don’t think that’s on the menu though. You know what you want from him.’ Harry had the decency to look scandalized.
‘Excuse you! I did not ask for your opinion on my choice of “menu”! Ugh, why do I put up with you?!’ Harry thought and turned away only to be faced with nothing.
“Having conversations with yourself? I know your friends can seem boring Potter, but I didn’t think that you’d rather talk to yourself than to them!” a familiar voice floated through the air and and he turned to face Malfoy... who hadn't been there a second ago...He was so sure of it, he was just imagining things... He frowned and looked at the floor.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “So this is how you act when nobody is around?” he said delicately. Harry imagined Draco's voice taking on a bubble shape as it left his lips and popping in his face to speak. He batted at it to see what it would do but stopped. He frowned again as he realized that Malfoy had caught him in a bout of insanity. He quickly regained composure and glared the best he could at Malfoy.
“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about Malfoy. I have to go tickle a pear now,” he said coldly and tried to walk past Malfoy, but for some reason Draco wouldn’t let him go.
“Are you freaking nuts or what? First you start twitching in the hallway and now you’re babbling about tickling a piece of fruit! Are you seeing a psychiatrist or what? Even if I don’t like you, I’d hate to have my best enemy loose their mind.” This time Draco’s bubble words grabbed onto Harry and would not let go.
Harry turned around and sighed. “Give me food or I’ll hex you.”
Laughing, Malfoy held up his hands. Being stuck with an insane Harry Potter wasn’t good, it was more uncomfortable. “Alright alright, I’ll get you food. Follow me.” he declared this and turned. Harry obediently followed, and Malfoy knew that he was pondering whether or not to trust him.
Draco somehow noticed a change in the boy behind him. He turned around and Harry ran into him.
“Well, if I knew you wanted me so much, I would have left you back there.” he said jokingly and Harry just looked up and glared. “Easy boy, I see you’re starting to catch up to your senses. Well, I’m taking you to my room in case you didn’t notice.” Harry looked up in surprise. Draco smiled at the act of unawareness. They were already on the stairs leading up to the dorms. Harry raised an eyebrow. Draco’s face reddened. “Er, all of my food is there… do you like pina colatas?” Harry smiled.
Walking into the room full of green and silver had been a shock. He really should have expected it… but it was just so… everywhere. The curtains on the beds were green and all of the bed sheets were green. The posters were silver and so were the moldings on the doorways and the ceiling.
Harry stood in the doorway and absently watched Draco dig through his trunk for food and saw a familiar bag in the side. He walked up to Draco and took the bag while peering inside. Draco’s face reddened and grabbed the bag away from Harry.
“Who said you could touch my things?” Draco scowled. He knew that Harry had seen the contents of the bag.
“I’m sorry Draco-”
“Malfoy”
“Yeah, sorry for looking through your stuff. Well anyway, how’s Jeremy been? Did he show you the new creepy clown thing?” Harry said while still grinning. Draco squirmed under his gaze.
“I don’t know any Jeremy.” Draco muttered and stuffed the bag in the trunk and took out the pina colatas. “I won’t give you this until you apologize,” he said, his face still red. He tried to cover it up, but Harry saw the embarrassment.
“Awww, don’t be like that Drakey-poo! Now tell me, has he screwed you yet? Because I tell you, there is no stopping that man-”
“What are you accusing me of Potter?! And don’t call me that! I am no pouf! I’m not into guys! As much as you want me, I just don’t go that way.” he said and coldly looked at Harry.
“No, I think that you like boys Draco” Harry breathed heavily on Draco’s cheek as Draco made a futile attempt to keep his composure.
“No, I-I-I don’t… don’t” he whispered weakly.
Draco saw Harry back away and leaned down onto the bed and put his hands above his head.
Draco looked down on Harry’s body, laid out on his bed. Vulnerable. Weak. Helpless. Needy. Harry needed Draco, that much was evident. “Draco, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have a thing for you.” Harry moaned thrusting his hips up at the word “thing”. Draco’s breath hitched. He felt his problem get stronger.(~) And then he woke up. Damn! He should have known that it was a dream when Harry-freaking-Potter wanted to go into his rooms.
Draco glanced down at his throbbing problem. ‘How do you do this to me?’
Seshygirl04: important: Ok, I know this is a little confusing. But I fixed it up because I'm actually sane right now and I'm also coherent. Before it was just babbling insanely... Anyway, the dream starts and ends at the points where I put the little (~) thingys.