The Dream
Draco felt a shake on his shoulder that woke him up with a shiver. He blinked slowly and realized that the candle on his bedside table was still lit. Draco started scanning the room and froze in place when he realized what really woke him up.
“Hey, Draco…” Maeve was sitting on Draco’s bed, nervously running her hand through her hair.
‘Wha-What are you doing here? How’d you get in?” Draco rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. He sat up in his bed to get a better look and immediately felt embarrassed about how exposed he was. Draco slept in only his underwear and though he was only showing his chest, this was as exposed as he had ever been with another person. Even after Quidditch, he would take his time putting his things away so that he would be last to shower. Draco slowly pulled the sheets up a little bit more to cover himself.
“Pansy,” Maeve said like it was obvious. Before Draco could speak, Maeve put a hand dangerously high on his thigh. Draco couldn’t make sense of the situation. What was going on? “Look, I didn’t want to bother you this late but I was thinking about what we were talking about tonight and I- I don’t know! I feel like I have to say something.”
“Uh, yeah. What about?” Draco asked carefully, fully sitting up. Maeve smiled weakly before closing her hand on his thigh into a fist and gave him a few taps, trying to build up some courage. Draco felt dizzy and still couldn’t figure out why Maeve was in his room. Heat started creeping up to his face, and unfortunately, it also spread to the lower parts of his body. Maeve scooted closer to him and he didn’t have time to catch his breath.
“I didn’t want to go on that date with Theodore because, well, Draco, I-“ Maeve took a deep breath, avoiding Draco’s stare. He couldn’t look away from the redhead and quickly closed his mouth when he realized it was hanging open. “I’ve fancied you for four embarrassing years and I’ve always felt like you hated me. But when you stood up for me when Theodore asked if I was free Friday night, I don’t know… I guess… I hoped… That you had the same feelings?”
Draco’s sanity left him completely. He ran his fingers through his hair in disbelief. Absolutely baffled, he started to laugh. Maeve removed her hand from Draco’s thigh completely and looked nervously towards her hands.
“Yeah, you’re right. This is ridiculous. I… I’m just going to leave before I die from shame,” Maeve swallowed thickly and started to get up from the bed.
“No, wait! I’m sorry,” Draco grabbed Maeve’s arm to stop her from leaving and pulled her back down to the bed. He accidentally pulled her down so hard that she now fell face-to-face with him. He was transfixed in her eyes and before he knew it, Maeve leaned in and crashed her lips against his.
This wasn’t Draco’s first kiss, unfortunately. He was dared to kiss a fellow Slytherin in that same game that he had taken Veritaserum in. After the kiss, Draco decided it was best to just tell the truth about whatever his housemates wanted to know but it caused a whirlwind of drama that he didn’t care for afterwards with all the girls in Slytherin. Such a silly and childish moment to be thinking about in this moment.
Draco tangled his hand in Maeve’s hair, kissing her back like she was oxygen. He mindlessly dragged his other hand down to her waist and squeezed at the soft skin beneath his fingertips. Maeve scratched the back of Draco’s head, sending fireworks surging through his body. Draco pulled her in deeper, wanting to feel more of her warmth against his body. Maeve was intoxicating, much stronger than what he felt after a few sips of Firewhiskey at the beginning of the year. She began humming happily against his lips and moved her hand from the nape of his neck to drag it slowly down his chest, breaking the kiss temporarily to giggle at how fast his heart was beating.
“Draco,” Maeve said breathlessly, emboldening Draco to throw off his covers to bring her even closer. He tugged at her hair again for another kiss when a banging at his door tore the two apart. The banging got louder until Draco woke up with a gasp in his bed. Alone. The daylight flooding through the window hurt his eyes and the banging on the door continued.
“What?” Draco called out groggily, sitting up and wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead. The door swung open to reveal Crabbe and Goyle standing nervously in his doorway.
“Uh… Hey, Malfoy. You’re about to miss breakfast. I didn’t see you in bathroom and figured we checked on you. You look pale,” Goyle said, raising his eyebrows. Draco felt his face heat up and he waved them away.
“I’m fine. I think I’ll skip breakfast today,” Draco yawned. The two left, closing the door very carefully behind them. Draco got out of bed and looked around for any sign of Maeve. Then, he felt mortified as he figured out what had actually happened. This was his first inappropriate dream he had about anyone. Was it considered inappropriate? If it wasn’t, why did he feel so perverted? Draco got up to splash cool water on his face, trying desperately to gather his thoughts. He even considered taking a shower. Draco didn’t know how much longer he could live with this kind of crush. Maybe he should just let Maeve go on that date with Nott on Saturday. He figured the jealousy would subdue faster than the hopeless pining. Draco took his time getting ready before his first class, which he unfortunately had with Maeve. He didn’t know how he was going to be able to look at her. Draco decided that the best way to clear his head was to leave the dream in his journal and forget about it for the day.
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“Godric, Draco, you look ill. Or is it because you didn’t do your hair this morning?” Maeve called out as Draco stepped into Charms. He had gotten there early in hopes of getting to his seat before anybody else so that he could look studious instead of shameful. It should’ve came without a surprise that Maeve was also there early with her notes all spread out on the desk.
She got up from her seat and touched his cheek with the back of her hand. Her hand was a cool relief against his burning cheeks, but he started getting flashbacks of his dream where she pulled him in closer by the face before biting his bottom lip and how she moaned into his mouth when he copied her movements. Draco shook her off immediately, unable to fight his shame.
“I’m fine. Don’t touch me,” Draco hissed. He felt bad about his outburst, but he just smoothed back his hair and made his way to his seat. Maeve put her hands up defensively and sat back down with a whisper of an apology. Maybe he was getting sick. Draco slid down his seat when he started feeling cold. His vision started getting spotty and he turned around quickly to call out Maeve’s name, but the fast movement just made matters worse. Before he knew it, he heard the cry of his name before his world completely turned black.