In Your Dreams, Potter
@drarrymicrofic | wc: 279 | prompt: dream
Malfoy had Harry pressed back into the mattress, one pale hand buried in Harryโs hair, fingers tightening just enough to tip his head back and expose his throat. The other was braced beside Harryโs head, sleeve rolled to the forearm.
Then Malfoyโs mouth was on his neck, hot and wicked, biting and kissing and dragging helpless sounds out of him. Harryโs hands found Malfoyโs waist, then his back, then the fall of his hair; he wanted to touch him everywhere at once.
โGreedy,โ Malfoy said, sounding pleased.
โYou started it.โ
โI rather think you did.โ Malfoyโs lips brushed his ear. โItโs your dream after all.โ
โWhat?โ
Harry didnโt have time to think on it for too long, because then Malfoyโs hips were rolling down against his, slow and deliberate, and it was too much, heat and pressure and pleasure from every direction at once. Malfoyโs breath hitched. Harry wanted to hear it again, so he arched up into him andโ
Harry sat bolt upright in bed.
The room was dark and empty. Quiet, except for his own ragged breathing.
No Malfoy. Thank Merlin. Well no, not thank Merlin. Absolutely not thank Merlin, because apparently Harry wanted Malfoy here. Wanted his hands, his mouth, his weight pressing him back into the mattress. Wanted him toโ
Harry fumbled blindly for his mobile before his brain could sink any lower.
Hermione answered after several rings, except it wasnโt Hermione.
โMate,โ Ron croaked, voice thick with sleep, โitโs four in the bloody morning. This had better be good.โ
Harry stared into the darkness, painfully hard and awake. โI think I want to shag Malfoy.โ
There was a long silence, then Ron said, โIโm waking Hermione.โ










