That one dream DRARRY

Chapter 1

Draco slowly connected his lips to Harry's. 

Harry was taken aback at first, but after a few seconds he kissed him back. He wasn't really sure why he did that though.

Their lips moved in sync.

Harry's right hand slid up to Draco's neck and he pulled him closer.

Draco slowly took off Harry's T-shirt.

Harry woke up and immediately sat up. His heart was pounding like crazy. He had a warm, pleasant but at the same time disturbing feeling in his stomach. He ran his fingers through his hair. What the hell did he just dream about!? He took a deep breath, trying to get his heart rate back to normal.

He could still taste Draco's lips, even though he never kissed him, he could still feel Draco's warm body close to his, even though he was never here. It felt so good, it felt so real...

The scent of Draco's cologne, the feeling of Draco's lips on his, Draco's hair brushing against Harry's forehead while kissing, Draco's arms around his waist, the need and passion for each other, it all felt so real.

Harry didn't understand. Why was he dreaming this? He slipped off his bed and went to the bathroom. He threw some water in his face and looked at himself. It was just a dream, right? It was nothing, it was just a dream. Today had been a busy day, he often has strange dreams after a busy day and this was just one of them. Just one of his dreams...

Yet it was different. Normally he doesn't remember what he dreamed, not like now. Normally, he immediately forgets what he had been dreaming, but now fifteen minutes after waking up, he can still feel Draco's arms around his waist.

Harry brushed it off, tomorrow was going to be tough enough, with or without crazy Malfoy dreams.

Tomorrow, early in the morning Oliver had planned Quidditch practice and Harry doesn't want to fall asleep on his broom.

If Oliver notices Harry's not in shape, he will let him; train for hours and Harry has no desire to explain to Oliver that he's not in shape because of dreaming about kissing Draco Malfoy!

Harry went back to bed and tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't help but thinking about his dream. The smell of Draco's cologne, the feeling of Draco's lips on his, his... No. This had to stop. He had to think of something else. Something that has nothing to do with Draco in any way. 

Like... Hagrid.

Hagrid with his unconditional love for great dangerous magical creatures. Like his spider Aragog which Ron is terribly afraid of, or his three-headed dog Fluffy who guarded the philosopher's stone in Harry's first year and his dragon Norbert who had burnt a piece out of Hagrids beard. 

Harry shook his head smirking. 

Those creatures will become his dead one day. The only harmless creature Hagrid owns is probably Fang. Fang is the complete opposite of any other creature Hagrid has ever had. That big coward. He's probably even scared of his own shadow. That reminded Harry of the time he was punished and had to go into the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid. At the slightest sound, Fang was frightened and hid behind Harry. He was almost as scared as Draco,... 

Blimey Harry! Don't think about him! Another topic! Um... Quidditch! Harry likes to play Quidditch. He loves playing quidditch with his teammates. He doesn't like Oliver's idea of ​​practicing early in the morning though.

Harry turned around.

Oliver is determined to win the Quidditch Cup. He spent all summer devising a new practice schedule. But was it a good idea to schedule morning practice...? 

Harry doesn't think so, even the twins are in a bad mood this early in the morning and that means a lot because the twins NEVER have a bad mood. But if they win the Quidditch Cup because of this, it's totally worth it. Oliver deserves to win the cup, he puts so much time and effort into preparing the practice, he fully deserves it. And Harry is eager to beat Slytherin, Slytherin has had the cup for way too long and they brag too much about it. The whole team can't wait to finally beat Slytherin and brag about it, Slytherin must feel terrible when they lose, Flint will probably scold the team for hours for losing from Gryffindor. Harry wants to see Draco's face when he snatches the snitch right in front of him. He wants to see Draco staring at him in surprise. He wants to see the surprise in his beautiful blue-gray eyes...

Bloody hell Harry! Stop thinking about him!

He sighed deeply and laid on his back.