Dream [h.s.]

thirteen

Harry eventually calms down and decides that it's a good idea to try compulsion again. Katerina's a little reluctant at first, but she eventually decides that he won't make her do anything terrible if it does end up working.

She's trying her best not to laugh as he stares at her intently, his pupil's dilating tremendously as he speaks.

"We didn't have sex."

Katerina rolls her lips in and tries her best not to smile. Of all of the things that he could've said, he chose that and it's amusing.

Harry sighs and rolls his eyes. It's abundantly clear that she still can't be compelled and it's a little frustrating. He knows that she understands the dangers, but it still feels like she doesn't when she fucking smiles like that while he's trying to compel her.

"This isn't working."

She nods and fiddles with her hands in her lap, an idea lighting up her brain but not sure if it should share it's light with her voice.

Harry notices the change in her eyes and looks at her with a slight smile, "What is it?"

Katerina returns his smile, "How did you know it was something?"

He playfully rolls his eyes, "Have you stopped paying attention, or are you just joking?"

Katerina laughs, "I'm still paying attention, just curious as to how you knew is all. Does that happen when you have my blood in your system?"

Harry shakes his head, "No, it's a little different. I'm still connected to your dreams when I have your blood in my system, but I can't read your mind or anything."

The spark of interest behind her eyes almost has him smiling a little more. It's a different kind of interest than people usually have when they realize that he's not exactly human and he likes how curious she is.

"You can still see my dreams? Isn't that super weird for you?"

He shrugs and lays back on the mattress, "Not anymore. It was at first, when I started to recognize what I was and what I could do, but now it's kind of normal. It's really only a little awkward when you have sex dreams that I don't manipulate."

Katerina mirrors his action and turns on her side with slightly widened eyes, "You were making me have those dreams?"

She's really more surprised than she is mortified. They certainly weren't bad dreams; she's just surprised that he made her see those things while not really doing anything himself.

He licks his lips and tries not to smile, "Yes, that was me. Except the first one, you made that one up on your own."

Much to his surprise, she laughs loudly. "You must've been a horrible Puritan."

Harry chuckles and turns on his side to face her as well. There were worse, but he definitely wasn't a very good practitioner of Puritanism. "That's about right, yeah."

She starts to trace patterns in his skin after a moment or two as she debates suggesting another method that might allow her to be compelled. He knows she's thinking about something, but this time he lets her figure it out before he lets her know that he's waiting for whatever it is that she has to say.

"Do you think that it would work if I have some of your blood in my system?"

"I'm not sure. It's not something that I've ever tried before."

Katerina's not really keen on learning what his blood tastes like, but she thinks that it's worth it to try. Worst comes to worst nothing happens and the bite mark and hickeys on her neck disappear.