"Quite the nightmare, wasn't it? Or should I say... enlightening?" I groaned. "It was horrible, Draco. Just a bad dream, that's all." He tilted his head, slowly circling me, deliberately closing the distance until my back pressed against the cool stone wall. His voice was low, teasing, almost dangerous. "Really? Because from what I heard... while you slept, you said something very... interesting." No, no, no, no. No fucking way. My breath caught in my throat. And then he repeated it, slow and deliberate: "Then taste me and fuck me hard, Draco." I froze completely. My heart was hammering. "You... you heard that?" I whispered, mortified. "Every word," he said, smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "Did you know that you talk in your dreams?"