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His back was against the wall and there was a leg between his, a hard thigh pressing firmly to his groin, which he couldn’t help but rock against. His lips parted as a heated breath begged for more, his hands gripping into the black strands of his partner’s hair and pulling him as close as possible. Warm lips were on his in a split second, the action hungry, demanding, desperate. It was freezing in the tower they occupied, but that didn’t stop them from shedding their clothing, beads of sweat still running down defined muscles from years of quidditch practice for the both of them.

His name was moaned into his ear as his hands slid down his partner’s back and he pulled away enough to look past that mussed raven hair into those green eyes.


Draco gasped, silver eyes flying open as he shot up in bed. For a wild second he could still see the other’s eyes. Those green eyes….Potter’s eyes. The realization brought a sneering frown to his lips and he looked to down at the black satin sheets that covered his legs (and still hard groin).

Potter. Of all the people he could possibly dream about, his mind just had to choose that muggle loving son of a bitch, Potter.  As one who appreciated good looks despite gender, he had to admit that Potter had become moderately attractive. But that didn’t change the fact that he was the enemy. If Voldemort, or hell, even his father discovered that he’d had this little dream, he’d be so far into a crutacious curse, he wouldn’t be able to see straight.

A knock on the door jarred him out of his thoughts, pulling an angry oath from his lips.

“What? Who is it?” He didn’t even attempt to keep the anger from his voice, though he did pale a bit at the answer.

“Your father, Draco. Who else? Glad to see you’ve slept in past nine…again. Now get up. We’ve got some stuff to do.”

“Oh yes. That makes me want to move faster. Go away. I’ll come down when I feel like it.” And that wouldn’t be until after he took care of the little problem that was still standing at full attention.

“I’m not going to play this game with you, Draco. You have thirty minutes and you had better be down stairs.” Heavy boots signaled his father’s walking away and Draco glared at the door.

“Forty-five minutes.”

He slid out of bed and headed over to his shower, pulling off silk boxers as he went. A cold shower would take care of it, and he could busy himself with the trinkets of Knocturne Alley to get his mind off of the dream. He turned the knob and the water flooded down from the shower head at the very top of the ceiling, creating a water fall effect for anyone who would stand under it.

Draco eyed the water for a second before taking a deep breath and jumping in, yelping when the freezing water hit his skin.  Every ounce of strength in his body went into keeping him from jumping back out again and turning the water up to scalding. He waited.

And waited.

And waited.

“God dammit, what the hell?” he hissed, glaring down at his still hard erection. Persistent. The dream had been too real. He had felt Potter’s leg between his, he’d felt the other’s breath against his neck. He’d heard his name whispered by Potter’s voice.

He knew there was only one way to take care of this, and he would be damned if he was going to wank to the thought of what he and dream-Potter had done. But still, his hand moved to grip the hard flesh, the action drawing an almost startled breath to his chest where it caught. He could feel the warmth of Potter’s lips still tingling against his own and he moved back so that his back pressed to the wall.

Damn it all.

***
Number 4 Private drive was calm, birds chirping, wind rustling the leaves of the trees…

“BOY!” The call rang out along the street, loud enough that their neighbor looked up from her gardening with a startled expression.  Vernon Dursley stood in the den, a white snowy owl clutched in both of his meaty palms as the bird squawked and fought to get away.

Harry, or Boy, as he’d learned his name was around this place, appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a clear look of “what did I do now” written over his features. That sunk into concern and anger when he saw his uncle…and Hedwig.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let he go!” he said, moving forward to try to get Hedwig free.

“I’ve told you time and time again, you rotten little thing, keep this ruddy thing locked up or it will have a date with my revolver!” The last part was shouted as Harry managed to get Hedwig free and the bird flew to his shoulder.

“If you didn’t treat her like that, she would be more behaved, you great oaf!” Harry returned, his voice rising to match Vernon’s before he turned on heal and moved up the stairs, leaving Vernon and Petunia sputtering out words of anger in his wake.

He slammed his door behind him, and automatically Hedwig fluttered over to her cage and started preening.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Harry asked softly, eyebrows knitting in concern as he moved over to her and ran his fingers along her wing.

A muffled hoot was all he received and he sighed, checking her over from head to foot…where he found something attached to her leg. That caused Harry to pause, a frown turning down the corners of his lips as he retrieved it. He’d only let Hedwig out to hunt…not to send a letter or receive one…

He unrolled the parchment and moved to the bed, eyes scanning the page as he read it. The further he got, the more concerned he grew. This…this was….

Potter,

We got off to a rough start, even though I did offer you my friendship and you turned it down for those muggle loving friends of yours. I would like to start anew. While it would be difficult, I believe in time you and I could learn to become friends…or at least tolerate each other. Think about it and let me know your answer on the train back to school.

DM


It didn’t take a genius to figure out who DM was. Dear god what the hell was Malfoy thinking? Another few scans of the note and he decided that it was indeed Malfoy’s handwriting…Perhaps Malfoy had been drunk. Yes. Yes that had to be it.

A soft hoot in his ear made him jump. He hadn’t even felt Hedwig land on his shoulder. Forcing a small smile to his lips he rolled up the parchment and reached up to stroke his fingers over the bird’s head, earning a soft hoot of approval in return.  He had two days to decide whether or not that letter was fraudulent or some sick prank. Then it would be off to Platform 9 ¾…

Damn it all…
This is the rewrite for worlds apart (I finally got sick of looking at the one that I wrote 5 years ago....oh damn...now I feel old XP)

If you want to read the old one, feel free to take a look in my scraps!
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dimka25 Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2016
I will comment on this one and the last one. 
I don't think I'll have time to comment on all of them just now.
This chapter was awesome by the way.
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StantonJakeTogether Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
This Is Really Good, The Spelling Errors Made Me Laugh. Interesting First Couple Paragraphs By The Way.
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VampireIllusion Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2009   Writer
I liked it so far :D. Seems plausible, except for the letter...Is Draco trying to trick Harry or does he genuinely want to start anew? :P
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AshiaRyoku Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2008  Student Writer
That was an interesting paragraph at the start. XD
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Tasan Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2008
hahaha thank you! I'm not sure if that's a good thing or bad thing XP;;
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AshiaRyoku Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2008  Student Writer
XP I can't even remember what I wrote.
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Nakamura-Sakura Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2008   Writer
i LOVE this. x

does anyone kno a good beta? i rly need one as im only young and im iffy on stuff like grammar, ya no? x
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Tasan Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2008
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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MikiRose14 Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2008
Me and my friends love it!!!!!!!! Keep up the good work!!!!!
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Tasan Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2008
XD Aww I will try to!
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MikiRose14 Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2008
Okay!!
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sonamyadow Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2008
you rote that other one five years ago wow how old are you
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Tasan Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2008
haha 21. I wrote the original (well started it) when I was a junior in high school.
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sonamyadow Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2008
whoa
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Tasan Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2008
lol I'm not that old! I'm still in mah prime! Just turned fully legal! XD You'll be 21 one day as well, my friend! lol!
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sonamyadow Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2008
i know but that will be 8 years from now i didn't mean that you where old i just ment wow you so much older than me
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Tasan Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2008
lol i know XD Don't worry about it. There are times I wish I wasn't as old as I am. College is rough.
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sonamyadow Featured By Owner Jun 2, 2008
i bet
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