Nocturne’s Thread - The Dreambind Draught

Harry‘s POV:

Harry woke up in his bed, heart beating heavily, trying to catch his breath. It wasn’t a nightmare that brought him into this state — but rather a smutty dream.
He had one of „those“ romantic dreams again – with none other than Draco. But this time, it was different from the “just a little bit romantic” encounters they’d had before.
Harry slowly traced his lips with his fingertips.
“We fucking bloody kissed…” he said out loud in disbelief, still trying to calm down.
It had been him who asked to kiss Draco in the dream.

And the worst part — he had enjoyed it. Maybe even a little too much.
His pants felt tight. Harry looked down.
He had a boner.
“Fuuuuck…” he let out a quiet sigh once again.
“So much for being unsure about liking blokes,” he thought burrying his face in his hands.

With that kind of… evidence, there was no room for denial anymore.
“I think I can’t escape my feelings anymore.” He ruffled through his messy black hair.
But… was Draco even into blokes? Would he find it weird, or even disgusting, that Harry had a crush on him?
Harry felt confused and uncertain about how to act around him from now on.

But there was one thing he was sure of — he wanted to get closer to Draco.
Maybe he could test the waters with some innocent skin contact, like brushing their hands during Potions class or something.
“Well, that sounds like a plan!” Harry decided, grinning widely.

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Draco’s POV:

Draco sat on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, scribbling on his parchment with a quill. It was already spring, but still a bit chilly outside in the evening— so he had cast a warming charm on himself.
He glanced at the beautiful, pale afternoon sky.
“Harry — not the Boy Who Lived, but the boy who always came too late~,” he thought, grinning a little at his own joke.

Draco had really enjoyed last night’s dream.
It had been the first time he’d kissed Harry — his life felt… fulfilled.
It may have been a dream, but Harry had made that choice with his own conscious mind.

Draco was curious to see how Harry would act around him now — especially since Harry still didn’t know that these weren’t just normal dreams.
“I’ll tell him… when the time is right,” Draco thought, chewing his bottom lip nervously, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions.

“Sorry for making you wait~” Harry arrived with a cute little smile that could make anyone forgive him for being late.
“Did you already start?”

At least, Draco had certainly forgiven him.
Draco chuckled. “Your hair looks horrendous.”
“Yeah, I just came from Quidditch training and didn’t have time to dry it properly.” Harry ran a hand through it — now even messier.

Draco laughed louder now, like he’d just heard the funniest joke. “Alright, Potter, let me help you,” he said, his silver-blue eyes filled with joy.
Harry looked a little embarrassed, laughing softly. “It’s not that bad—”

But it was already too late. “Accio hairbrush!” Draco said, and in an instant, a brush flew into his hand.
Harry pouted a little, though his eyes gleamed with curiosity — craving Draco’s touch.
How could he say no?

“Well, alright, give it a go.” Harry giving permission to Draco to brush his hair.
“Turn the other way. I’ll try to tame it now.” Draco smirked and placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders.
Harry flinched slightly at the sudden contact, a faint blush coloring his cheeks, but then turned his back to Draco.

Draco started stroking Harry’s hair — slowly, cautiously.
Harry closed his eyes, his breathing evening out. He looked completely relaxed.
After a while, Draco gently scratched Harry’s scalp and teased, “Comes with the service~”.
Harry let out a soft laugh. “Well, lucky me!”

He really seemed to enjoy having his hair done.
Draco felt oddly proud to be the reason Harry looked so calm.
Once he’d finished combing it, Draco ran his fingers through Harry’s hair gently to style it a bit.
Harry bit his lip, clearly savoring the moment. “Mmh… that feels so good,” he mumbled, eyes still closed.

Draco was instantly reminded of last night’s dream. He cleared his throat, trying to suppress the thoughts it brought back.
“Well… look at that, you’re finished. And you… kind of look okay now,” he said, trying to mask his feelings.

“So you’re not confident in your skills?” Harry’s eyes sparkled with mischief — playful, teasing, a little flirtatious.
Draco raised an eyebrow, clearly catching a double meaning.
Harry, seemingly embarrassed, added quickly “Ehm, I meant your hair-brushing skills!”.
“Of course, Potter.” Draco smirked mischievously.

“Well, look at you, all proper now~” He leaned in and gently patted Harry’s head, careful not to ruin the styled hair.
Harry’s eyes widened — he looked like a puppy that had just been praised—
He burst into laughter, warm and carefree.

They finally got back to their Potions assignment.
Both were focused on reading and taking notes, occasionally discussing bits of the essay.
“Can you hand me the book real quick? I need to check something.” Draco passed it over silently, and they returned to working.

That was, until they heard giggling.
Draco looked up — Padma and Parvati Patil were nearby, glancing over and whispering. They were clearly excited… and definitely talking about Harry.
Draco frowned, already annoyed.
He was feeling a bit annoyed and distracted, he hoped that the girls would go soon. So that he concentrate on his essay — and more importantly enjoy his alone time with Harry.
But his wish wasn‘t granted.

The two girls approached them. “Hi Harry!” Padma said wearing a big smile.
“Oh, hi Padma! How are you?” Harry smiled.
“Great, thanks! So… there’s actually something we wanted to ask you…” she said sweetly.
Parvati cut in: “Have you heard that there’ll be two school balls this year?”

“Err… no? What’s that about!” Harry tilted his head, curious.
“There’ll be a second ball — the Nox Solstice! It’s like the Yule Ball, but in summer. Even more romantic, I think!” Padma’s eyes sparkled.
“They said it’s to create more chances for celebration, after the war and all…” Parvati added. “I think it’s a wonderful idea!” Padma concluded.
“That sounds brilliant!” Harry beamed.
“Well, it’s not confirmed yet,” Padma said, “but just keep it in mind —if you need a partner… let us know!”
They winked and giggled as they walked away.

The sun had already set. Night had fallen, and the two boys were now alone in the tower. Their assignment was basically done.
Harry looked exhausted after training, struggling to stay awake.
Draco was so focused on his writing that he didn’t notice when Harry finally drifted off.
“I’ve finished my part — how about you, Potter? Need my help with anything?”
No answer.

Draco looked over — and saw Harry peacefully asleep, sitting upright.
“Potter?” he asked in disbelief.
He chuckled. Of course Harry would fall asleep the second I stop watching him.

“Mmh…” Harry stirred slightly, his green eyes fluttering open — and meeting Draco’s. “…Draco…”
Draco’s heart skipped a beat. Had Harry just called him by his name — his first name?

“What are you waiting for? …Kiss me.” Harry reached up, gently cupping Draco’s cheek, brushing his thumb over it. His eyes were soft — longing.
Draco’s breath hitched. “Harry…” he whispered.
But something was off.
Harry was still half-asleep.

It hit Draco like a curse.
It didn‘t take him too long to realize that Harry was still half asleep, probably assuming that he was still in his dreams—
Wait… then that mostly likely meant, that Harry was seeing Draco in his sleep right now, but Draco was awake, not being a literal part of his dream.

Then he remembered a passage from the book he’d read in the Restricted Section:
“Warning: If Nocturne’s Thread is taken over a long period of time, side effects may occur. The thread between the involved parties will strengthen and attempt to manifest outside the dream realm — especially if the dreamers have high magical and emotional compatibility. Strong emotions may be felt during waking hours. In rare cases, thoughts and feelings can be transferred, even if only one party is asleep.”

Draco sighed out loud in distress, he burried his face in his slightly trembling hands.
„I‘m horrible person… I need to make this stop—“
And as it Harry felt his emotions, his distress — he woke up „Mmm…where am I… Draco?“ seemingly half asleep.
Hasn‘t he realized what he had just asked Draco to do?

„I think it‘s time for you to go to bed, Potter.“ Draco said instead, his eyes still filled with shock and worry.

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A couple of days had passed. Draco’s decision had been made.
His heart ached, but he had no choice. He had to let go of Harry — and of their dreams — before things spiraled too far.
But he wanted to end it in a romantic way.

The last few days, he’d spent hours in the library, researching magical herbology. Draco was, after all, a romantic.
„If you take, you must also give.“ the boy thought to himself.
He wanted to leave one last trace of himself. A gift.
A flower with meaning as deep as his feelings: Somnium Amoris —
The Flower of Silent Confessions. It is said to bloom only in the presence of a love that dares not speak its name.

And so, there he was — Draco Malfoy, sneaking into Gryffindor Tower in the dead of night. Standing at Harry’s bedside, holding the softly glowing flower in his hand.
The room was still. The only sound was the soft breathing of the sleeping boy.
Draco looked down at the potion vial still resting on the nightstand.

Noctis Serenitas.
His own creation.
His own mistake.

Harry deserved better.
Draco reached for the vial of the Noctis Serentias and replaced it with the flower. It shimmered faintly — as if it recognized Harry.
Just like he had placed the potion on Harry‘s nightstand in secret, without Harry even ever realizing who it was from, Draco took it with him and instead left the Somnium Amoris.

“You won’t need this anymore,” Draco whispered. His fingers lingered on the edge of the nightstand.
“And maybe… maybe now, you’ll finally be free of me.”
As he spoke his words he placed a soft cautious kiss on Harry‘s head.
He turned to leave.

But something twisted painfully inside him.
Because deep down, he didn’t want Harry to be free. He just wanted him to choose him — without the potion’s influence.
Even if that meant… letting go.
His heart heavy, Draco walked out of the room —leaving behind a piece of his love in bloom.

„If this is truly the end… then let it be beautiful.“ Draco thought, his face filled with pain.

Draco thought it had all come to an end — but he wasn’t prepared for how things would continue to unfold…