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lokifanTitle: Dreamtime
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco, sorta Draco/OFC
Rating: R
Summary: Harry and Draco have nighttime visitors.
Warnings: Dubiously consensual touching... it's a weird situation.
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the current challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dracoharry100, fingers; it’s an update to my long-quiet Incubus series.
Draco went to bed early again; hidden behind the bedcurtains he was safe from Hogwarts’ eyes. It took him a long time to fall asleep, but when it came sleep was a darkness sudden and complete as if he’d blown out a candle.
In the darkness, he felt soft fingers: touching his face, his stomach, trailing playfully around the edges of his pyjamas. Draco’s skin awoke beneath those fingers, but fear chilled him. “Hello? Who are you?”
“You know.” The woman’s voice breathed hotly into his ear.
“I don’t.”
“I’m the one who’s going to make you what you are.”
~*~
Harry flopped into bed past midnight; Hermione had discovered a spell to mend the mantepiece of the Gryffindor common room’s great fireplace, and it had taken all of them.
He dreamt: someone straddling him, lean but heavy, warm thighs clenching around his lap. Harry smiled, dozy but curious, and wrapped his arms round the person. He discovered soft, heated skin, a quiet sigh. Then he was being kissed by someone with stubble and an open mouth, someone who took no prisoners.
He opened his eyes, and caught pale hair and a pointed face and wide grey eyes before he woke.
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco, sorta Draco/OFC
Rating: R
Summary: Harry and Draco have nighttime visitors.
Warnings: Dubiously consensual touching... it's a weird situation.
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the current challenge at
dracoharry100, fingers; it’s an update to my long-quiet Incubus series.Draco went to bed early again; hidden behind the bedcurtains he was safe from Hogwarts’ eyes. It took him a long time to fall asleep, but when it came sleep was a darkness sudden and complete as if he’d blown out a candle.
In the darkness, he felt soft fingers: touching his face, his stomach, trailing playfully around the edges of his pyjamas. Draco’s skin awoke beneath those fingers, but fear chilled him. “Hello? Who are you?”
“You know.” The woman’s voice breathed hotly into his ear.
“I don’t.”
“I’m the one who’s going to make you what you are.”
Harry flopped into bed past midnight; Hermione had discovered a spell to mend the mantepiece of the Gryffindor common room’s great fireplace, and it had taken all of them.
He dreamt: someone straddling him, lean but heavy, warm thighs clenching around his lap. Harry smiled, dozy but curious, and wrapped his arms round the person. He discovered soft, heated skin, a quiet sigh. Then he was being kissed by someone with stubble and an open mouth, someone who took no prisoners.
He opened his eyes, and caught pale hair and a pointed face and wide grey eyes before he woke.
