Morpheus, Greek God of Dreams

-

I can remember the funeral. I can remember everything that happened. How I was feeling at the time escaped me. The fifth year was perhaps the year I really felt it.

A girl in my Muggle school had lost her mother in the fight. Her mother was a squib and had done everything she could to keep her daughter away from the wizarding life, just as Papa had done for me. They had their connections within the Ministry and she was killed for it.

It was only then when it sunk in. This girl, like me, had lost one of her parents to the war. She and her father would never be the same, just like Papa and me. We were all we had.

I hated that anniversary. It was the first time I snuck out of the house. I went straight to his grave and cried and cried. And then I saw Lily's grave and I cried even harder.

If Papa was angry with me, he didn't show it. He arrived a few hours later and wrapped me up in a blanket before he Apparated with me. He tucked me into my bed for the first time in years and went back to the cemetery.

It hurt so much more than I could ever imagine. And it was one of the few memories that still have me crying when I look back at it.

-

Scorpius shot forward in bed, the tears already drowning him. It wasn't very often that he dreamt about these things.

He threw the blankets off him and grabbed his Invisibility Cloak without a second thought.

He needed the comfort of his dad.

-

It had been a long time since Draco had shared a bed with anyone. A few months back, it wouldn't have been much of a surprise for someone to crawl into his bed with him in the middle of the night, urgent with bodily needs.

Now, when he felt the mattress dip with another's weight, he was bothered.

Especially when he couldn't see whatever it was that was sliding under the blankets.

"Scorp?" he asked dozily, hoping to hell that he was right.

Luckily for him, the Cloak was removed, leaving a very visible Scorpius to curl into his arms. He could feel his son shaking with tears; could hear the choking sobs and hiccups.

"What's wrong?" he whispered tenderly, rocking back and forth with the boy.

"They took you away from me. They killed you and Lils. Papa...he should have hated me for what I did that day, I went to you before he did...I hate dreaming about you."

Draco merely shushed him, holding him tightly.

"Why didn't you come back as a ghost? You would have made me and Papa so happy. We could have seen you whenever we wanted to. It hurt so much. We would have those days at school where you're meant to bring your parents in and I never could. Papa was too busy with the war and you were dead...I could never do those things." He was sobbing so hard that Draco didn't know what to do.

Scorpius rarely did anything but smile, so these tears ripped Draco apart. He hated seeing his son in such a state and was thankful that he had dealt with this only once before

But that didn't help the matter at all. He hadn't been there for Scorp's life. He hadn't been there when the boy needed him to hold him. Just the thought of little Scorpius crying for him tore him to pieces. He knew that his death had affected Scorpius deeper than his son would ever show it.

"Draco pressed a tender kiss to Scorpius' forehead, trying to soothe him. "I'm here now. We're together here."

His tears just continued until he had cried himself to sleep.

-

The classes had changed. It was no longer a case of everyone against Draco. Instead, Theodore was with him.

And it pissed Harry off to no end.

There was something in the way they interacted with each other. They were getting closer and closer to each other as the days passed. Malfoy had been kicked out of the good graces of the Slytherin students and Nott was the next to be thrown out after word got out about his father.

Rumours about Zabini's death flew everywhere, from the torture it had been, to his mother being forced to kill him, to the Dark Lord having his sick and twisted way with the teen before he allowed his snake to eat him alive. The rumours got more and more wild each time they spilled from someone's mouth. It was nearly too much for some of the Slytherins, but it seemed as if they were the ones behind the rumours. The younger years hated hearing about it, especially since his little sister had been pulled out of school, but the older students took delight in dramatising his death. They saw his family as traitors. Their Lord had been insulted by Mrs. Zabini and they wanted everyone to know how horrible the Death Eaters thought of the family.

Regardless, it had forced Nott and Malfoy closer together. Nott, who had been sharing a room with Blaise at the start of the year ended up with his own room. If the rumours were true, Draco frequently visited his quarters, and where Draco went, Scorpius did.

It was nearly enough to make Harry's skin crawl. The idea of Malfoy and Nott together...

He tried not to think of those things, especially in potions class, where he found himself thinking of these things more often. Malfoy stood out best in this class, gaining his attention more often. There was just something in the way the scarce light caught his eyes or his hair. It always dragged his attention over to the other teen. The fact that he knew Scorpius was doing half of the work for him also had him thinking on the family.

Harry watched as one of the vials moved closer to his hand. "A few drops of this after the third clockwise turn will make it perfect," he heard Scorpius whisper. Hermione arched an eyebrow at Harry when she saw him pick it up.

"That's not on our ingredient list," she hissed, her eyes darting around as if she was trying to find Scorpius. "You shouldn't listen to him. You might appear to be getting better, but you're just stealing his knowledge."

"Hermione, it's not at all likely that we'll live long enough to see the results of this year. And whatever profession I choose after this won't have anything to do with potions. Hell, I'd probably spend the rest of my life as an Auror, where I'm supposed to be perfect, and that's only if I survive this war."

"With the training you have, there's a good chance that you'll survive."

"Not according to someone who's already been through all of that."

Harry's face scrunched up in brief pain after the dull sound of something connecting with his shin.

"You're an idiot." Scorpius' voice invaded his ears again. "You're not going to die this time around."

Rather than responding to that, Harry added the extra ingredient after the third turn.

Behind him, he could hear the two outcasts speaking to each other as if Nott had never abused Malfoy in his life. It had Harry rolling his eyes.

"You have no idea how jealous you look," Scorpius chuckled at him, keeping his voice as low as he possibly could.

His words had Harry flushing.

"Look, it's just not right. Nott nearly killed Malfoy not too long ago. Surely you can't have forgiven him already."

"I blamed you, if you do remember."

"I don't see why this doesn't bother you. He attacked your dad. I wouldn't trust anyone that much if that happened to my father."

"Yeah, well your father's been dead for a long time, so no one's gonna attack him any time soon. I grew up with Theo in my life and I trust him with my deepest and darkest secrets. More so than I trust you half of the time."

And that burned Harry so hard that he dropped the next ingredient onto the floor, wincing as he heard the glass shatter.

"Theodore was a good parent to me. He treated me far better than you did. He wanted me to be happy and tried to fill in that gap that dad left behind."

As his words ended, Severus approached Harry. "I could have sworn that belonged in the potion, not on the floor, Potter."

"Yes, sir," Harry responded through his teeth.

He could hear the two behind him talking in hushed whispers to each other as he bent down to retrieve what he could.

-

Draco blushed bright red as Theo raised an eyebrow in his direction. "That's what you see in him?"

They had been talking non-stop since Theo's father's death and the topic of Potter seemed to be a hot one. And now that he was bent in front of them, Theo was suddenly given the idea of just what had attracted Draco to him.

"Well, you gotta admit...he has a great arse."

Theo snorted. "Yours is better."

The blush intensified. "Theo...I'm not..."

"Not interested?" Theo asked, as small smirk on his face. "Keeping yourself for Scorpius' papa?" The taller teen brushed his body against Draco's, taking in the warmth from the other's hip and thigh.

Although Draco should have felt the move was completely inappropriate, he felt like he had been burnt. The action stung him through his clothes. He had come in contact with someone other than Scorpius' father, and it felt like someone was holding a flame to his skin, much like how it had felt when Blaise had kissed him.

The thought of Blaise always turned his stomach. Dumbledore had organised a second funeral for him at the school so that the students could 'say their farewells' even though there hadn't been a body. The family had decided against an open-coffin funeral and had instead cremated him. They didn't want anyone else seeing what had happened to him. His little sister never once saw the body. His mother had been a wreck. People said that she was the one to kill him-that she had ended his suffering. After asking Potter his opinion on it, he denied it. He said that he doubted she could have done something like that in the state she was in.

Draco came back to classroom thoughts as Theo nudged him again, this time to get his attention.

It still created that bad burn.

That's how he described it. It was a bad burn. The scorching Potter left on his skin after touching him was a good burn. These touches from anyone else were bad burns.

"Yeah, I'm saving myself for Scorpius' papa. I'm in love with him," Draco claimed, glaring at Theodore before his eyes darted back to Harry's rear, fully enjoying the sight.

"But Potter..."

"I'm just looking."

"You've done more than just looking," Theo reminded him, his own eyes wandering over Draco's form.

"You really need to back off," Draco warned, his voice rising in volume at the threat.

Trying to keep the conversation between them, Theo deliberately used a softer voice. "I'm just playing."

-

Harry felt his insides warm at Draco's voice. He had warned the other teen off. He didn't want anything to do with him. The Gryffindor felt as if he could do anything at that point. The idea of the blonde not wanting Nott made him beyond happy.

He straightened back up, having collecting all that he could before he got to work slicing it up. A pair of hands, covered with material, covered his own, guiding his actions.

"You're a barbarian with a knife," Scorpius scorned, slicing effectively. "We're trying to use this stuff, not stab it to death."

There was a sharp gasp behind them, causing the two of them to turn quickly.

-

"Your mother's name was Lilith, wasn't it?" Draco asked Theo quickly, something calculating in his brain.

"Yeah," Theo answered a little slowly, looking at Draco as if he was a man possessed. "Why?"

"Lils. Scorpius calls his sister Lils. He refused to tell me what he real name is, and I know Lils has to be a nickname for her 'cause there's no way in this world I'd allow my daughter to be called Lils of all things, but told me that she was named after their grandmother."

A sly grin formed on Theo's face. "Maybe you are interested, then."

"But you have hazel eyes..."

"Just like my mother. My father had green, though."

That had both Draco and Harry's breathing halting.

-

Hermione shoved Harry back into reality. "Would you focus here, Harry?" she demanded, her knife dangerously waving over the cauldron. "Their conversation isn't important. This stuff is."

"Isn't important?" Harry hissed, nearly angrily. "They're talking about Scorpius..."

"And why should that involve you? If their suspicions are right, you're not his father. You have no part in that conversation."

The words counteracted the warmth that had seeped through Harry's body. They froze uncomfortably.

"Malfoy and I..."

"Obviously aren't anything if you can't use his first name. Malfoy and Nott seem to be something important, though. It fits in perfectly, doesn't it?"

That beast, that one that rose whenever Harry got jealous, was stirring again.

"I mean, his mother's name was Lilith, and the eye thing matches. They seem to get along well enough, don't they?"

Harry could feel his hair bristling at the idea.

"Or...is it possible that you want to be Scorpius' papa?"

Neither had expected Scorpius to speak up at that.

"Please, don't answer that Harry. Please don't," he pleaded softly. He had gone as far as to tug on Harry's robes. "There's no need to answer that...Aunt Hermione knows who my papa is...she's just playing around since she already knows...there's seriously no need to answer."

He could hear the desperation in the boy's voice and it won. Harry could never willingly harm Scorpius, and he knew that whatever the answer it was, things would get complicated. Doing that would hurt him, and that was definitely against whatever Harry wanted.

Still...

"You know?" Harry asked Hermione.

"I'm his aunt. Of course he'd tell me," she responded, her nose tipped up in the air.

Harry grumbled under his breath before his hand came down to Scorpius', which was still on his clothes. "It's okay. Whatever's going on between your dad and I won't change you and me, okay?"

Arms quickly embraced him, but were gone before anyone could notice the strange way Harry's clothes crumpled, seemingly by themselves.

-

Grey eyes narrowed at the sign of affection between Potter and Scorpius. Draco mightn't have been able to see Scorpius, but he knew why Potter's clothes crinkled like that. His son had hugged him.

He had hugged another man right in front of the man Draco suspected to be his papa. He had also heard Granger's comment about knowing who Scorpius' papa was.

Just briefly, their eyes met. Those big brown eyes seemed to always know everything. He wanted to know who this mystery man was. His thoughts on Theo made sense. His mother's name was Lilith. Surely Lils could be the shortened version. And his father's eyes were green.

Yet, whenever they touched, he felt the bad burn. The same for whenever Blaise touched him. But with Potter...

Something struck him.

"Potter," he hissed, leaning forward over his desk, getting as close to Harry as he could. "Potter."

"We're in the middle of class, Malfoy," Harry replied, not even bothering to turn to the other teen.

Draco reached out this time, grabbing at the back of Harry's pants and tugging as hard as he could. Harry barely had time to grab at his belt before his clothes were dragged off his body.

There was a quick complaint from Theo, standing on Draco's right, before Harry turned and smacked Draco's hand away from him.

"What's wrong with you?"

They both ignored Severus' impatient cough. When he noticed this, he returned to his desk and retrieved yet another potion that he downed.

"I wanna see," Draco muttered, tugging on Harry's pants again.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked, completely shocked with what the blonde had said.

"Get your mind out of the gutter and get here."

"You're the one trying to pull down my pants."

The blonde sighed, releasing Harry from his grasp. Harry turned completely to glare at him. The moment he did, Draco stole his glasses away from his face, leaning in closer to see the brunette properly.

It took his breath away. Sure, the two of them had shared kisses before, but they had only been given one chance to look at each other this way before, and it wasn't so much about looking. When Draco had slammed the door into Harry's face, the session after had been about touching and feeling the way Draco's eyes moved around Harry. This time, they were looking.

He had never once considered how bright Harry's eyes really were, hidden behind his glasses the way that they were. They shone beautifully, like emeralds staring back at him. The perfect colour for a closet Slytherin. His skin was also smooth, on the fairer side of the colour pallet, and brushed with the barest of facial hair, showing that he hadn't shaved that morning. He had to fight back the temptation to run his lips over the solid chin of the other boy. That thought was stored away for later. Tempting him even further were those lips. They were partly opened and ripe and utterly kissable. Then again, he thought that last thought about most things about Potter. His lips, his chin, his fingertips...they were all begging for Draco's oral attention. Not that Draco's lips would argue against that. No, he was more than willing to silence their begging by fulfilling their pleas.

As close as Draco was to his face, Harry could make out most of the Slytherin's features. He could see the grey orbs taking him in, languorously eyeing every little detail about him before joining their eye contact again. Malfoy was much paler than most. His skin probably shone in the moonlight like golden tans did in the sun. It was hard to imagine the other out in the sun, trying to darken his skin like others did. And Harry was thankful for it. The other boy had no blemishes on his face (from what he could see, anyway); he was lacking the freckles most people got when they went out into the sun. He wondered whether if that skin was as soft as it looked. Harry had never paid much attention to a face, but everything about Malfoy caught his weak eyes. At one point, Malfoy unconsciously bit at his lower lip, dragging it under the upper lip, bringing it back out into the light of the room, red and moist and ready to be kissed. For a moment, Harry fantasised biting on that lip.

But, of course, one of the many people affected by the sun's almighty-freckling-ability ruined the moment between them.

The two of them were rudely pulled from their observations when the back of Draco's head caught the scrunched up ball of parchment Ron sent to him.

Draco turned to glare at him, only to realise that everyone was staring at them. Whispers began when the blushing began and then they had to face Severus.

"That'll be ten points from Gryffindor for throwing a ball of parchment, Weasley," Severus claimed, deducting the points. "And another twenty, Mister Potter, for flirting in class."

They waited for Draco's sanction, but felt their jaws drop when he received none.

"He initiated it," Harry argued, grabbing his glasses from Draco's hand and putting them on his face. "And we weren't flirting..."

"Another twenty for arguing."

The jaw dropped wider. "But..." Severus sent him a look that teased him, challenged him to continue. Sighing deeply, Harry gave up.

And then there was a piece of parchment on his table. It was obviously the one that had been thrown at Malfoy's head, having Ron's scribbled notes on the top of it. Below lay the prettiest handwriting Harry had ever seen. It was obviously Malfoy's, but the thought of him having such a pretty script made Harry laugh. He smothered it with his hand before he actually read what was written on it.

What the blonde had to tell him had him biting down on the hand to stop him from bursting.

Hermione saw Harry's reaction and grabbed it from him. She, too, had trouble with it.

You're just lucky he's screwing your werewolf. That could have been a lot worse.

Harry turned to Draco in question.

The blonde just smirked.

-

"I can't believe how much trouble you got me into today," Harry grumbled, following Draco into the Room of Requirement. "Seriously. That wasn't fun. And what was that about...?"

Harry's question was cut short by Draco's mouth. The moment the door had closed behind them, Draco surged forward, clamping their lips together and forcing Harry back against the door.

Not that Harry complained. His arms went straight around Draco's waist, pulling his body in as close as he possibly could, revelling in the sensation of having that gorgeous frame plastered against his own. His other hand trailed through Draco's hair before tangling in it, pressing their mouths harder against each other.

Draco shivered at that, pushing Harry harder against the door, his arms wrapped around Harry's neck and shoulders. Harry's hand slipped under Draco's shirt and his fingers danced on the heated skin. He groaned when he realised that his skin was as soft as he had imagined.

He needed more, he realised.

Harry released Draco's lips and moved down his chin, his jaw line, up to nibble on the lobe of his ear before travelling down his neck, his mouth and tongue devouring as much skin as possible. The tables were changed as Harry turned them around, pressing Draco against the door. The blonde was moaning, his fingers digging into Harry's shoulders as he arched up towards the mouth on his neck, his whole body tingling when Harry bit down and suckled on his flesh, marking him.

Draco breathed Harry's name, his first name slipping from his lips, forcing Harry to abandon his neck and return to that glorious mouth. He felt Draco's nimble fingers playing with his robes, untying them with the simplest of tugs.

Harry couldn't help but laugh as he pulled away, feeling the change in the temperature now that his robes were pooled around his feet. With the same tug to his own robes, Draco's fell from his shoulders. "Seems as if you've had experience with that move," he chuckled, his mouth lowering to the corner of Draco's mouth, almost affectionately.

That mouth merely smirked as Draco's fingers got to work on Harry's tie.

"We shouldn't...Scorpius is gonna show up at any minute..."

"I told him not to," Draco interrupted, dropping Harry's tie to the floor. He pushed the top button of Harry's shirt through its hole and kissed the skin it revealed.

"Sneaky git."

"Horny git." The correction had Harry's hands moving over Draco's rear. "I haven't had sex since weeks before Scorpius got here and it's about time I got laid." The second button came undone.

"We agreed against..."

"We also agreed against not being alone together."

Harry opened his mouth to disagree with that, but Draco pulled back and started to undo his own shirt.

And, dear Merlin, Harry's mouth went dry and his brain turned to mush.

Inch by inch, the blonde's creamy skin was revealed to Harry. His beautifully sculpted chest looked as if it had never been touched by man or had seen the light of day before. Harry was almost worried to touch him. He looked too much like a porcelain doll. Regardless, he grabbed for the teen's hips and pulled him against him, running his hands up and down his sides before he finally put them to rest just under his ribs.

There was only one slight blemish to his skin, and that was the purple bruise Harry had placed on his neck earlier.

"Damn you, Malfoy," Harry breathed before he lowered his mouth to Draco's collarbone. Draco's breath caught in his throat when he felt Harry's tongue tracing his skin, his teeth nipping at him until he was red. Mapping out Draco's skin with his mouth, Harry traced a path from the collarbone down to the darkest spot he had seen on Draco's body. He pressed a kiss to Draco's left nipple before his teeth scraped at it. Once it was a hard nub, Harry suckled on it, pulling it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it over and over until Draco was shivering.

"Harry," Draco gasped out, his hands tugging at Harry's hair when he crossed to the other side of Draco's chest, lovingly nuzzling the flesh. He sucked the skin covering Draco's ribcage into his mouth, marking him there, too.

Just hearing his voice had Harry pulling away. "This is wrong," he muttered, standing up properly. He moved to close Draco's shirt when the blonde caught his hand.

"Are you joking?" Draco demanded. "You got me all worked up just get blind-sighted by your Gryffindor morals?" He was panting, still highly aroused from the session.

"Look..."

"No, you look." And with that, he placed Harry's hand on his crotch, letting the brunette know just how aroused he really was. It took all of Harry's willpower not to help the blonde out, feeling the shape, the heat, of his hard length. Harry was in the exact same state, and Draco knew it. For the briefest of seconds, his eyes darted down to the tent in Harry's pants. "You can't possibly walk away from this. Not now. So you better hurry up and take me before I get angry."

Harry couldn't help but kiss the Slytherin on his flushed cheek, deliberately avoiding the look Draco had in his eyes. He could only assume his own reflected the same need and arousal Draco's had. He removed his hand and stepped back.

"I'm sorry," Harry murmured, "but we can't. You're in love with Scorpius' papa."

"So how is this wrong?"

The words came from Draco's mouth before he could stop them.

"I think it's pretty obvious how it's wrong. Nott seems to fit the picture perfectly." He spoke with venom in his voice. So much so that Draco did up a few of his buttons, hiding his body from the Gryffindor.

"That's different."

"How so?"

Draco avoided his eyes this time. "It burns. Whenever he tries to touch me that way, it burns. It's...he can't be..."

"And what? You think I'm his papa?"

This time, Draco stepped forward, pressing a chaste kiss to Harry's lips. "That felt right, right?"

It boggled Harry's mind. "How? How is it possible? You and me?" He froze. "Are you in love with me?"

"I don't think I am," Draco answered honestly. "This is so confusing."

Harry gathered Draco in his arms, pulling him into a comforting embrace, making sure that that was all it amounted to. He could still feel the heaviness between his legs, and the semi-hardness of Draco pressed into his thigh, but ignored it the best he could. "Maybe we shouldn't be focusing on these things right now." He smoothed down Draco's hair tenderly, fighting back the instinct to kiss him on his forehead.

They fitted together much too perfectly.

"What was up with Scorpius today?" Harry asked absently. "He seemed a little different."

"He had a nightmare last night that scared the shit out of him. It must have been three this morning when he crawled into bed with me in tears." Draco was talking into Harry's shirt, refusing to look up at the other teen. "He remembered the fifth year anniversary of my death. And his little sister's."

"Lilith."

No matter how many times Draco tossed that up in his mind, it didn't sit well.

"I get really worried about him," Harry continued. "Every time I see him, it feels like butterflies explode in my stomach. All I want to do is protect him. When he showed up in Dumbledore's office, everyone was ready to attack him, but just the thought of him getting hurt makes me wanna die."

"Yeah, I know. I felt the same thing when I first saw him."

"I don't even want to think about a world without him. Dumbledore wants him to be a part of this war. I told him no; I had to. The suggestion nearly tore me to pieces."

Draco's eyes snapped open, finally coming to the right realisation. He broke free from Harry's arms, several shades greyer than usual.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked sincerely.

"Nothing...I-I..." Draco didn't finish the thought and ran out of the Room, picking up his discarded robe on the way.

Harry was completely baffled and left to stare at the door.