"Oh Shit!"

Draco Malfoy woke with a start, hair plastered to his forehead with the sweat that now covered his body in a fine sheen. He quickly brushed his hair back and rubbed desperately at his eyes, as if to clear his vision. All the while his lips moved with their new mantra: "Oh Shit! Oh Shit!"

He pulled back the covers, and ignored the tremble that ran through his body. Draco set his feet firmly on the floor, and made for his private bathroom. Barely had his feet touched the ground before he felt the sticky sensation in his pyjama pants that brought back the full horror of recent dream. He quickly stripped the offending clothing off, and stepped into his shower – the water was turned to cold. Very cold. Draco leant his head against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, and silently berated himself. A wet dream, for fuck's sake! What was he, 12?

And not just your average wet dream, oh no. Draco's subconscious had betrayed him in the most unimaginably evil manner. Horrifically the star performer in tonight's entertainment had been none other than The Boy Who Lived – Harry Potter himself! Not that Draco was averse to dreaming about another man; he'd had known for years in what direction his preferences lay. But Potter? What the actual fuck was that all about?

The iciness of the water did little to cool Draco's blushes as fragments of the dream came back to taunt him. He groaned into his hand, face flushed with humiliation as he realised that his erotic dream had, in fact, involved very little erotic behaviour. No sweaty bodies grinding against each other, only tender touches, gentle kisses, and sweet words whispered. Quite simply put, Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Ice Prince had come in his pants at the thought of being held and loved by the Gryffindor Golden Boy.

As he exited the ice cold shower, Draco realised the it had not had the desired effect, and that replaying flashes of the dream had instead left him with another erection. With a deep sigh, Draco wrapped his long fingers around the length of his now throbbing cock. Despite the immediate pleasure that coursed through him, only one thought remained.

I'm fucked.