Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/9893969. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling Relationship: Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter Additional Tags: Explicit_Language, Chan, Sexual_Content, Humor, Parody, Plot_What_Plot/ Porn_Without_Plot, Romance Collections: HPFandom Stats: Published: 2006-08-10 Words: 762 ****** Fantasies Made To Order ****** by Whispers [archived by HPFandom_archivist] Summary Harry sneaks into the showers to watch his favorite wet dream shower. *I don't own these characters, they belong to JK Rowling...I just want to play with them for a little while and I promise to return them in about the same shape I got them in....more or less Notes Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator, please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection profile. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He had slipped into the Slytherin changing rooms while they were practicing on the Quidditch field. He didn't want the world to think that he was a stalker much less that he preferred men, so he did not want to be caught. Even if the Wizarding world was more accepting of "different" types of relationships like Veela, Giants and the like, he didn't want to take the chance that this world was just like most of the muggle world where gay folks were maligned, beaten and *worse*. It was bad enough this world had a maniac in it that was hell bent on killing him and eradicating the rest of the folks who didn't think exactly like his Awfulness, Voldemort; not to mention that if it got around he fancied the son of a known Death Eater, he would never live it down. He jumped when the door clicked, even though no one could see him underneath the invisibility cloak, unless you were like Mad-eye Moody and had a charmed eyeball that could see through just about anything. Harry had often wondered exactly what Mad-eye Moody could see when he looked out his glass eye ~ did he see skeletons like those "muggle x-ray glasses" claimed or did he see people in their knickers? Shaking himself off that train of thought, Harry waited silently while the team cleaned up from practice. Harry still did not want to get caught in the Slytherin changing rooms with a bunch of Slytherins. Truly, he just wanted to be in there with one particular Slytherin. He waited a bit more, watching the joking and male bonding, thinking how odd that their actions were exactly like the Gryffindor Team when he heard the door click once more. There in all his glory was the man who had been starring in Harry's wet dreams. There was the reason he learned the silencing charms that went on his bed each night. Draco Malfoy looked good enough to eat ~ or at least lick until he got to the creamy filling. Harry held his breath as he watched the star of his erotic filled dreams slowly start to remove his Quidditch uniform. He could feel the blood slowly pooling in his groin and he felt all fluttery and nervous ~ much more so than when he kissed Cho Chang ~ more nervous than when he ever had felt with Ginny. He glanced down to make sure his cloak was hiding all of him and when he glanced up, he had to stifle a gasp. Draco Malfoy was down to just his knickers and socks. His six-pack abs rippled in amusement at something Theodore Nott had said. Harry was in heaven. Draco turned around and bent over to remove his sock and Harry caught a glimpse that perfect rear end that just begged to be cupped and grasped. By this time, Harry had caught himself rubbing his aching cock through his jeans. Thank goodness he had worn a pair of Dudley's to big pants because if he had worn a pair that he had recently bought tailored to fit, well the zipper would have busted out he was so hard. Harry couldn't move from his spot so when Draco moved back to the showers, Harry could only imagine how good Draco would look in the shower. He imagined Draco dripping wet with the water cascading down his six-pack abs, lingering in the nest of pale blonde hair that housed the one thing that Harry dreamed of licking every night. Soon, everyone but Draco had finished showering, dressed and headed out to meet up for dinner. Harry was about to slip out when he heard Draco return to the changing area. He glanced up and his mouth fell open in astonishment. Draco Malfoy was standing not two feet from him, with nothing but a white towel slung low over his hips, with water drops lazily making their way south to areas that Harry was itching to touch. He put his hands on his hips, cocked his head sideways and slipped a pink tongue out to lick at water- speckled lips. "Well, are you going to stay hidden underneath that bloody cloak or are you going to get down on your knees and worship me like the God I am, Potter or not? It is not like I didn't shower slow enough to insure that everyone else was going to be gone so we could act out this fantasy of yours!"   *think I should write more or leave it as is?* Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!