Woke up right when Harry was saying "you'll squirm and crawl"

One of the more confuzzling varieties of dreams my colourful subconscious gifts me with are the dreams about reading. Not dreams about lying about with a book in my hand -- I see the words in front of me, snatches of phrases, I know in the dream about plot and character. (The books are always original to the dream.) But even better, I see the images of the book in my mind’s eye, so it actually is like reading -- the combination of being caught up in the images of the story playing out in my mind’s eye and awareness of the words themselves while they tell me the story.

Last night I dreamt about a Harry/Draco slavefic :D It was a sort of post-HBP thing and involved Draco being naked and kneeling and trying to get Harry to accept his surrender and protect him by making himself vulnerable and Harry being right on the edge between OOC and just his darkest, very pissed-off canon self. It was EXCELLENT.

I should find myself an oldskool slave fic to reread. This weekend I am doing fourteen hours of training at work plus lesson-planning for the British Council inspection. I deserve some id-food.

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