Title: Dreams

Author: SqurlieJack (Me)

Category: Harry Potter

Genre: Romance/ Drama

Ratting: PG-13 for now may go up in latter chapters.

Warning: Slash m/m

Paring: Draco/ Harry may have other parings latter on.

Summary: Draco's been dreaming of kissing Harry and they won't stop so he decides this year he's going to do just that kiss Harry Potter and much, much more. The only problem is Harry wants nothing of it, after being abused and rapes by his uncle the thought of anyone touching him is unbearable. Harry's sinking deeper and deeper into depression, will Draco be able to help him, maybe even convince him the Dark sides the right side for him or will he be to late, and leaving Harry Potter lost to the wizarding world forever.

Disclaimer: I own none of the character, blah, blah, blah, pleas don't sew me


A/N: Has now been betaed, thanks to P-chan5. Thank you, and thank you to those of you that have reviewed.

- Chapter 01 -

A young man of about sixteen years walked down the stony path leading to the grassy quidditch pitch. His gray silver eyes watched the dark shadow of a figure gliding gracefully on a broom. Draco sat down on a bench never taking his eyes from the figure, that is until he sneezed.

When he looked up the figure was gone, sighing he stood only to be pushed back down. "Hey what are you doing out here do late?" Said a soft almost feminine voice, Draco turned around to meet a pair of sparkling deep emerald green eyes.

"I could ask you the same thing, Potter." Draco said stubbornly, turning around completely and standing up.

Harry blushed rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "I, um… um… well you see, I was just" Harry's stuttered flustered words were cut off as Draco pressed there lips together, the green eyed boy went stiff briefly, before slowly relaxing into the kiss. Draco wrapped an arm around Harry's slender waist pulling him from his broom and flush against the blondes body, the broom clattered to the ground as Harry's arms instinctively wound around the taller boys neck. The blonde slid his tongue a crossed the dark haired boys lips, before pushing in exploring every crevice and corner of the other boys mouth.

Soon the need for air made itself known and he was forced to pull him self away from his younger companion. Harry panted resting his head against Draco's shoulder as said boy rested his chin on the shorter boys soft onyx locks. Draco's hands were roaming the light body in his arms, causing Harry to let out soft mewling sounds of pleasure. "I've wanted to do that for a long time." Draco said smirking down at the raven haired boy.

"And you still do." Said Harry pulling away from the other teen and seemingly fade into nothingness. Draco stared in disbelief and let out a scream of frustration.

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Draco shot up in his bed a cold sweat covering his pale body, it had been that dream again he had been having that same dream, with different variations but it always ended the same, it was always a dream. It was the same dream he had been having since the end of his sixth year. Draco sighed looking at his bed side clock, it was only two thirty A.M no one would be up, and he knew he hadn't woken his parents as he had started to put up silencing charms.

There was a calendar above his bed side table that kept the date magically. It was August 20th, only a few more days and he would be back on the train heading to Hogwarts. The dreams were driving him over the edge lately coming every night, all he wanted was to taste Harry Potter's lips for real and he decided he was going to do it, and soon before the dreams drove him mad. Sighing he got out of bed knowing he would not be getting anymore sleep that night, as thoughts of Harry's emerald green eyes always invaded his mind.

Throwing a cloak over his bare shoulders he left his room heading through the maze of halls. He used to get lost when he was younger but after years of finding his way through the almost identical halls he knew exactly where he was going and never got lost. It took a little over five minutes for him to get to his destination, a large terrace over looking a splendid moon lit garden. He often came here when he needed to think, either he was home or at school he always port keyed to this terrace to think.

When he was younger he spent many days playing there either by himself or with his mother and father and even some of the Death Eaters and there children. Severus Snape was a frequent visitor of the house being his godfather and all. He was a lot warmer when he wasn't at school, and Draco confided in him most of his problems. Voldemort also happened to be a frequent visitor as well, but that was normally for planning, but on other days he would sit in the garden sometimes conversing with Draco.

Voldemort had spent his time 'recuperating' from the last year also thinking, and had changed many of his views. He no longer wished to kill of all the muggles and muggle borns though he still wasn't very fond of them, still felt great disgust towards them though he did acknowledge that they had there uses. He no longer wanted to kill Harry unless said boy wonder got in his way, but other wise he quite liked the boy having been trying to kill him for the past seventeen years he had grown fond of having the raven haired boy around. Dumbledore, Dumbledore his opinion of had not changed one bit, but who could blame him for hating the manipulative of fool.

Draco sighed looking down at the garden wishing he had someone to talk to anyone, but he didn't want to wake anyone. He stared down at the blooming Fire Lilly's their flaming petals sending shadows playing against the other plants in the garden. He sighed again resting his chin in his hand as he leaned against the railing looking up at the moon he wondered what Harry was doing at that moment.

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Harry was looking out his bared window, looking at the full moon shivering in the cold of the room, the Dursley's insisted on giving him nothing but a thread bare sheet and then blasting the air conditioning. Harry was curled up in a ball, the sheet pulled tightly around his small shaking form, as he tried to keep as much warmth as possible in. The sheet and the matrices were bloodied and soiled, and smelled of sex and blood, Harry wore no clothes as the only set he had been aloud to keep had been torn and shredded by in uncle in a fit of lust and rage.

Harry had tried to get away from his uncle, he always tried but he never could, his uncle was much to strong for him, even more so after weeks of only being feed leftovers when his cousin Dudley, of all people, could spare them. Dudley seamed to have grown a heart while he had been gone and they had formed a small friendship, as the larger boy tried to help him, much to his utmost surprise. Vernon beat Dudley when he caught him bringing Harry food once, and then raped Harry as punishment for accepting the food, beating him as well after he was done.

Harry sighed trying to get more comfortable, wincing as he aggravated his wounds, he cradled a broken wrist to his chest protectively. He sighed looking at the calendar on the wall that he used to mark of the days to when he could leave this hell hole, he sighed in delight at he realized it was only about ten days till he'd be on the train heading for Hogwarts. A tear slid down his cheek as he tried to get into a more comfortable position, so that he could get some rest, he was just glad that he could get a peaceful nights sleep without Voldemort leaking into his head, it was a small relief in his life at the current time. He did however wonder where the Dark lord was as he found comfort in his presence after the past six years he had become a familiar thing in his life, even if he was always trying to kill him, he though before drifting into an exhausted sleep.

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A/N: Hope you liked it, pleas read and review, thank you.