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D R E A M I N G

I just wanted to start off saying, this will be more mature content, although I'm not sure if it will have smut though. I hope you guys like this story!

Without further adieu...

D R E A M I N G

"I- Draco-" I mumbled while Draco Malfoy shoved me against the cold tiled bathroom wall.

He slowly pulled away from me. Inspecting me, he ordered "Don't speak."

His lips collided with mine. I felt him tug at my shirt, I leaned away from the wall allowing him to take it off.

He backed away from me, grabbing and unbuttoning his shirt. He eventually got too thirsty for my taste that he gave up and ripped at his shirt, tearing it in the process.

His strong hands grabbed my face. I felt his cold rings pin against my cheek, his thumb glided on my lips, it was an amazing feeling. I quickly pulled him onto me, wanting- needing more of him.

Harry Potter

I jolted awake. Heart beating fast, I quickly got up and rushed over to the bathroom.

As I walked into the room I looked in the mirror. Oh man did I look like shit. My hair was messy, face was red, sweat drenching me. What the hell did I just dream about?

Draco Malfoy? I was kissing Draco Malfoy. Shit! Why the hell did I dream about that? About him?

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"So, are you going to tell me why I found you sitting in the bathroom looking like you saw Merlin himself, Harry?" questioned Ron.

"What?" Hermione said, confused.

Oh, it was nothing! I just had a dream where I made out with our enemy. Y'know, it happens.

"Uh, I had a bad dream?"

Good excuse Harry. They definitely aren't onto you anymore.

"Mhm, makes sense." Ron spat sarcastically.

"Will someone tell me what the hell you two are going on about?"

"Last night I woke up at bloody four a.m. and found Harry in the bathroom. He looked terrible, like he just saw Malfoy naked or something." Ron stated followed by a small laugh.

Yeah, it was something along those lines, Ron.

"So, what happened Harry? You can tell us-"

"But it sure as hell wasn't just a bad dream, mate." Ron interrupted.

Should I tell them? Would they know that I would never kiss Malfoy? I'm going to, they'll understand, right?

"I'll tell you guys later- meaning not in front of the entire bloody school." I murmured whlist looking around the great hall.

Then I spotted Draco, whispering to another Slytherin- Blaise was his name, I believe? A disgusted and worried look plastered on his face.

If only he knew what I dreamed about, his face would've been really messed up at that point. Just then he stood up and hurried out of the large room.

"Uh, I'm gonna go to the restroom, I'll be back." I stated as I got up.

"Okay." Ron and Hermione said in unison.

I quickly left the huge room and followed Draco down a corridor I'd never been to before. Turning a corner, he was gone. Like he just vanished.

I turned around to leave when a strong hand harshly pulled me into an empty classroom.

"Why the hell are you following me, Potter?"

"I- uh- you- well I-" was all I managed to spit out.

"What? I can't understand you when you can't even put together simple sentences." Malfoy seethed, impatiently.

"You looked like shit, alright? I just wanted to know why." Fuck, did I really just say that to his face?

"Excuse me?" Draco had me pushed against the wall, right beside the door to the unknown corridor, well, unknown to me at least.

"Since when do you care, Potter? Also I'll have you know that what I do or look like is none of your goddamn business." Draco sounded beyond pissed at this point.

"I- I'm sorry." I said, with honesty.

"Better be." And with that, he left the unoccupied classroom. Leaving me with many more questions and no answers.