Title: The Power of Dreams
Author: millieweasley
Characters: Draco/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage sex (Though Draco would like to point out that it's only underage sex in the Muggle US (and likely a few other places in the world) and he adds that shouldn't matter since he is from the UK. He also says he is perfectly legal in UK in every way in this story, Muggle and Wizarding, as he's 17 by the time he actually has sex and the age of consent in the UK is 16)
Kinks chosen: Anal plugs
Word Count: roughly 4900
Summary: Draco has one reoccurring dream – to have Severus in his bed, and he's not about to let Severus turn him down.
Beta: elfflame
Author's notes: OMG I wrote Snaco!!! I never thought this day would come *lol*

The first time Draco tried an anal plug it was not out of lust, or even out of curiosity. In fact it had nothing at all to do with sex, and everything to do with being on the Quidditch team without having earned his place there the conventional way.

It wasn't that the others weren't thrilled about the new brooms, and none of them had a problem with selling the position – but that fact did not change the fact that they all knew he was not there for his skills, and that was enough of a reason to make sure he was uncomfortable for a while.

Which was why they'd been dead serious when they'd handed him the anal plug, saying that everyone used one when they practised.

'It keeps you sharp,' Flint said with a straight face.

'You don't want us to lose to Potter because you wimped out, do you?' Montague added to the choir.

By the end of it, Draco had ended up using it, to the great amusement of the others. Not that they ever told him it was a joke on his expense – his father was too powerful. No they let him keep trying to use it, laughing behind his back while trusting it was too embarrassing for him to tell anyone.

It took Draco weeks to figure out that he was indeed the only one who used it – and they'd been right. For once he did not tell anyone, completely and utterly ashamed. He did work harder though, wanting to prove himself – wanting to beat Potter.

He didn't think much more of anal plugs for another couple of years after that, though for some reason, he did not throw the one they'd given him away either. A reminder not to let anyone get the best of him again, he told himself, tossing it to the bottom of his trunk.

It was there he found it three years later, at the start of fifth year. In the bottom of his trunk, simply laying there – black, slick, not too big. By then he knew only too well what they were used for, other than pranking boys on Slytherin teams, though he'd never used one himself (well by choice that was). He was the heir to the Malfoy fortune, definitely not gay, he even had a girlfriend. Only the sight of the anal plug, even as he tossed it back to the bottom of his trunk, gave him wet dreams for weeks. Wet dreams where someone else slid the anal plug into his arse. Wet dreams where someone caressed his arse before putting it in, making him stand on all fours. Wet dreams where someone let their hand close around his cock, jerking him off until he came.

He of course pretended never to have a wet dream in his life, spelling the evidence away before anyone else noticed. It didn't change that he spent his days thinking about his dreams at night, his morning jerking in the shower to the thought of them, his lessons (especially history and Defence against Dark Arts lessons when he usually slept anyway) daydreaming about them…

And yet it took him weeks to figure out who the hand in his dreams belonged to.

Maybe it was because he was always so focused during these lessons. Always wanting to beat that infernal Mudblood at her own game, embarrassed that she would be better than him at something he had learnt from the time he was a child. Maybe it was that Professor Snape did not move his hands so much around his cauldron as he did the others. But the day he did, Draco had to fight the gasp as he recognised the hand.

A moment later he had to fight the erection that came as quickly as if Professor Snape had put his hand around his cock as the spoon he handed Draco. Draco swallowed, taking the spoon, trying his damndest not to ruin the potion and disappoint his professor. He tried desperately not to think of those pale long hands around his cock.

He failed miserably at the latter.

His dreams only became more vivid after that day. Instead of hands, now he could see all of his professor. He could hear his voice hiss and whisper, could feel him as clearly as if he'd really been touching him, as if it was not a dream. It always started with him on his hands and knees, the anal plug in his arse. On the third night the dream lasted long enough for Professor Snape to take it out and replace it with his own cock. Draco woke with a moan as he came hard, the sheets wet and sticky with his semen and his sweat.

He jerked off twice in the shower that morning.

He wasn't sure when he decided to do it. When his obsession with the dreams turned into compulsive behaviour. As much as he hated the embarrassment of the dreams, he couldn't live without them. He started to sleep with the anal plug in his arse.

A few days later he got the idea to wear it to class. Potions class. A part of him almost wondered if Professor Snape would somehow know; if he too felt the dreams. Perhaps they were linked? He was disappointed when Professor Snape showed no signs of anything being out of order – but it didn't stop him from wearing the plug. Every night when he went to bed, he closed his hangings and charmed the bed private before standing on all fours. Closing his eyes, he pulled out the images from his dreams, willing them to be true rather than dreams – Professor Snape's cold hand caressing his arse, his long fingers finding their way between the cleft of his buttocks, the chill when the lubrication was added and the utter pleasure when the anal plug was inserted…

Willing the pictures to be real, they nearly felt like it as he wrapped his own hand around his cock, his arse clenching around the butt plug as he jerked himself off, the face of Professor Snape always the image in his mind as he spurted all over the covers of the bed. Panting he spelled the mess away, curling up under the sheets with the butt plug still in place.

He was hard again already before he went to sleep.

There was one problem with his obsession, Draco soon discovered. The anal plug suddenly seemed too small to make up for the lack of a cock – not to mention that the dreams, and daydreams, were severely affecting how well he slept. He was more tired than usual, made more mistakes, and worst of all, soon found himself being able to forget that he had the plug in his arse when he was at lessons.

Deciding potions were good enough for the lack of sleep (and honestly, he could sleep in History lessons) he focused on the problem with the anal plug. He tried to enlarge it, but the spells were only temporary and it wasn't the same, so soon he started to look for new ones. Only he didn't know where to look, nor did he dare to ask. On Christmas break though, he made sure to go to Knockturn alley, in hopes that there – if no where else – there would be a place that sold what he needed.

When he found it he reached problem number two. He was Draco Malfoy, known everywhere; he could not just walk in and buy something like this. That meant he needed to learn a few glamour spells, or get ahold of Polyjuice potion. He opted for the first as it seemed easier, and two days later, a man with ordinary brown hair walked through the door to what Draco would soon learn to be heaven.

The place did not only sell anal plugs of every possible size and colour. They also sold life-like dildos, some which looked horrid, some which looked completely realistic. One apparently had the ability to simulate coming. Another moved on its own. A third could imitate the look of any cock as long as you got some sample of the person to put inside it. A hair, a nail clipping. A simple charm would make it move the man behind the desk told him.

Draco bought it without a second thought, along with several anal plugs of various sizes and a hand designed to give a hand job. There were magical cunts as well, but Draco ignored them. If he wanted a cunt, he could have Pansy's – Merlin knew she'd offered it enough times. So far he'd told her he wanted his wife to be a virgin on their wedding night. She'd gasped, and cried and done other silly things that women did when they thought you were talking of them. Draco already knew he'd never marry Pansy, but she stopped nagging him when she thought he would so he let her believe it. No, his wife would be far more innocent than Pansy. More importantly, she'd be blond, with blue or grey eyes – someone that would help pass on the Malfoy genes to the next generation. She would be a virgin on their wedding night and he would fuck her because it was his duty.

He also knew that once his wife had bore him a son, he'd never touch her again. Of course, that was something he never said out loud, along with a lot of other things.

Returning to Hogwarts was a dream – and Draco was on a mission. A mission to find a hair, or something else, on Professor Snape's clothes. Anything that would make the dildo turn into his cock – yet finding anything on those robes, and getting the chance to take it, proved harder than he'd thought. In fact it took weeks, almost months, before he got his brilliant idea. Daring a second year to snatch a hair from the professor's very head, he could finally use the dildo the way it was intended. (That the second year got detention for two weeks straight for the prank didn't concern him in the slightest).

From that day on, Draco spent his days longing for the nights. For the time when he would get to stand on all four, allowing the Snape-like dildo fuck his arse and the hand (that he could imagine to be longer, slimmer) jerk him off. It wasn't as good as the dreams – growing more vivid and real with every night that passed – but it was close enough. Close enough to feed the fantasy, to feed the dreams, and Draco couldn't get enough.

Only pure will kept his grades up, only the anal plug in his arse every time he sat down (he started to wear it daily now to remember the dreams and prepare for being fucked at night) kept him from falling asleep during lessons. But he managed to keep going, even if perhaps his mood became a bit sour due to the lack of sleep.

His mood was turning more sour due to the knowledge that summer was closing in with giant leaps rather than small steps, and for the first time in his life Draco felt what it was like to not want to go home. The Inquisitorital Squad helped, giving him an outlet for his annoyance and a way to get Potter too. Getting Potter was always something he wanted, and after he found him – alone – in Professors Snape's office, the hatred for him only grew. Why was he given extra potions lessons (granted that he suck, but still) when he wasn't even Slytherin?

It was then that Draco realised he wanted his dreams to come true. He wanted to be on all fours in Professor Snape's bed, he wanted him to fuck him like he did every night in his imagination. A Snape-like dildo and magical hand just weren't the same as the real thing.

The biggest problem was that he didn't have a clue how to go about it. It wasn't as if he could walk into Professor Snape's office and ask him to please fuck him. And what was worse – for every day that passed with him coming up with nothing – summer got one step closer.

When it came it was the worst summer of his life.

That summer it was as if his life fell apart. His father gone. His aunt moving in and taking over. The mark forced onto his arm, the mission forced down his throat. His mother's resistance. He didn't want any of it; he wanted school, lessons, his dreams. He got training, more training and even more training. When training was over he got threats.

Fail and your father will die. Your mother will be left alone. You will be tortured.

He suffered the Crusatius under his aunt's hand – and he could tell that she enjoyed it – all in the name of practise. He hated her by the time he went to school, yet he had come up with a plan, had an idea of what to do. It didn't mean he liked it – and he spent most of his days wishing it was night again. In his dreams, in his fantasies he could at least escape.

When he returned to school, he was not himself. He could barely eat, his sleeping patterns were worse than ever and he could not even pretend to care about things like Quidditch and school. Add to that the fact that Potter was stalking him like some schoolgirl with a crush, and that he time and time again found Snape approaching him, asking if he could help. Time and time again he forced himself to say no, to push him away, even when all he wanted to do was to be able to let Professor Snape take it all away. Take care of it for him, but also just take him. Take him hard enough for him to forget.

When his plan actually worked, after the initial feelings of pride and accomplishment, he felt like things were worse than ever. Until Professor Snape went in and saved him, killed for him, took him away. Even though his dildo was left behind, even though everything was left behind, it didn't matter.

For the first time, he was alone with the man he dreamed of and as horrible as life was, he would get his way. He just had to make sure it happened before they returned to Malfoy Manor, to reality.

The problem with making this happen, though, Draco soon found, was finding a way to do it. How did you bring up the issue of wanting to fuck someone? The only experience he had was Pansy's failed attempts with himself, and seeing how they were just that - failed attempts, he wasn't sure he wanted to use them.

For days he sat and tried to come up with something, unable to eat, to sleep (well, that was at least nothing new), to think of anything else. Picking at his food, he tried desperately come up with a way – yet somehow 'I've been fucking myself with a dildo in the shape of your cock and I now want the real thing' didn't quite sit well with him. As it was, it was professor Snape who took the first step when he with an annoyed voice asked if there was something wrong with the food.

'I am aware that the food is not gourmet, but I do believe my cooking is quite edible,' he said pointedly, staring at him.

Draco looked up, as if he'd been woken out of a dream, not sure what to say. 'I-' he tried to take a bite, still not sure he could, then put the fork down again without touching the food. 'I want you to fuck me.'

He'd never before seen Professor Snape – or was this the proper time to start thinking of him as Severus? – being off balance, but as Severus coughed wildly, choking on his food, he realised he was just that. Off balance. Draco wasn't sure what to do suddenly. How did you convince your teacher to fuck you?

'If you think that was funny, I hope you have had your laugh. Now eat,' Severus growled finally, glaring at him, but not acknowledging the truth of the statement. Instead he got up and left. Draco sighed, picking in his food again, even forcing himself to eat some.

What followed was a veritable struggle. Draco repeating his wish, Severus ignoring it, until he realised he couldn't and started to argue against it. He was too old, his teacher, a man…there was a million and one reasons why it was wrong, appalling, improper – yet the one argument that Draco feared never came. Severus never said he wasn't interested.

Strengthened by this, Draco pushed on, finding ways around the arguments or ignoring them if possible. Severus was stubborn, but so was he, and for days they were locked in the pattern of their arguments, going in circles. Until Draco one day mentioned his dreams.

The look in Severus' face when he did confused him. He'd never thought it possible for Severus to become paler yet he couldn't deny that that was just what happened. As Severus didn't speak, he pushed on, telling more, talking of his reoccurring dreams – how he'd stood on all fours, of Severus' hands, of the way he'd fucked his arse.

'Stop it!'

The words were sharp, hissed through gritted teeth as Severus got up and started pacing the room. 'Just how much of a ritual were attached to these dreams?' he asked harshly, turning to stare at a very confused Draco. Frowning, and blushing slightly, Draco opened his mouth to answer, only to close it again, not sure what to say.

'I asked you a question!' Severus snapped, walking over to him and pinning him with a dark glare. 'How much ritual was involved? How many times did you wish it was real while performing the ritual? How many times-'

The questions spurted out of Severus's mouth, and Draco tried to keep up, tried to answer. For once he hated his pale skin, it was burning with blush as he told Severus everything. The anal plugs (oh how he missed them), the nightly ritual, the words he'd spoken. He didn't understand why it was important, or why Severus seemed to be this upset about it. Upset enough to pace the room.

'Do you not realise what you've done?' Severus asked sharply, continuing when Draco didn't answer. 'You are a wizard! Are you so naïve that you do not realise that by performing rituals, using incantations and working off your wishes you create magic?'

'What kind of magic?' Draco almost asked, though he was beginning to get an idea. The tiredness, the way the dreams felt so real. 'It wasn't just dreams?' he then asked.

'Of course they were not just dreams!' Severus snapped, glaring at him with his arms crossed in front of him. 'Are you this much of a child still?' He snorted, turning his back and staring out the window onto the sleepy village outside.

'But if they’re not just dreams, then you've felt it too. You've wanted it too…' Draco said, suddenly excited and not caring that Severus was upset.

'No!' Severus interrupted him sharply, turning back around. 'You've wanted it, and with your magic you've forced it on me! There is a world of difference.'

'But you still enjoyed it,' Draco pointed out, not that he could be sure of that fact of course, but the option that Severus wouldn't have liked it never occurred to him. He was too cocky, too much a snob who has grown up being told he was the centre of the universe to think anything else.

He moved closer, pushing himself into Severus' space, his hand wrapping around Severus' arm to prevent him from backing away. Severus jerked almost as if he'd been burned from the touch, but Draco didn't let go. As if he by some instinct knew the touch was necessary to get what he wanted, as if there was magic in the touch itself – and maybe there was, because it didn't matter that Severus snarled, argued and fought against it, Draco somehow came out the winner of the argument, finally finding himself on all fours in Severus bed, Severus pale hand running slowly down his naked back and arse.

If Draco had thought his dreams – magically induced or not – were good, they were nothing compared to reality. Severus’s hands were cool on his overly heated skin, his touch surprisingly soft – and yet it was as if every touch burned him with its intensity. Draco was panting already before Severus's hands reached his arse, whimpering with a need he'd had too long. Behind him he could hear Severus mutter something about 'damned magic' and this being ‘insane' but Draco honestly didn't care, not as long as he got his way. Not as long as Severus didn't remove his hand from his arse, not as long as he continued to touch him.

He barely heard the whispered spell, but he gasped loudly when he felt the lubrication slick his arse, the anticipation almost enough to make him come. As if he knew, Severus removed his hand with an 'oh no, you don't' and waited, to Draco's frustration, until the worst danger was over. When he returned his hand, however, it wasn't empty, and Draco groaned, moaned and almost felt his knees buckle beneath him as he felt him slowly, almost too slowly, insert the anal plug into his arse.

'Ready.' 'Used to it.' 'Can handle…' all were thoughts through his mind, but out of his mouth came nothing more than unintelligible moans and grunts. His entire body was shaking with pent up lust and want and longing, far too much for his inexperienced body to handle, and when Severus moved his hand down to close around his cock, he really did think he was going to come on the spot – until he felt a leather ring close tightly around the base of his cock, making that very thing impossible.

Draco groaned, gasped, pushed his arse higher into the air as he rested his head on his forearms, hoping the rest of his dreams would come true. Severus' cock replacing the anal plug. That, however, didn't happen. Instead Severus moved.

The action was so sudden that Draco couldn't help but to look up, surprised when he saw Severus kneel on the bed in front of him. He too was naked, still a bit of reluctance written on his face, though his body most certainly did not object to the activities. His cock looked just as Draco had known it would look, and his own twitched almost painfully against its restraints at the sight.

What he couldn't figure out was why Severus was kneeling in front of him. Why he wasn't replacing the anal plug with his cock? He almost asked, almost begged for it, when Severus ran his hand through Draco's hair, grabbing a fist full – not hard, but enough to lift his face some more. That's when he understood what it was he wanted.

Maybe this shouldn't have come as a surprise, but somehow that particular part had never been featured in his dreams, and had therefore never once occurred to him. His hesitation must have been written on his face because looking at it Severus almost smirked, as if he in some way was getting a sort of revenge.

'What did you think the plug was good for?' he asked quietly, his voice more whisper than words and for the first time Draco realised he'd never thought of that.

'I-' He swallowed, blood rushing to his pale cheeks. 'I don't know what to do.'

'Then you'll learn. Just watch your teeth, don't be too idle with your tongue and try to relax.'

Draco nodded, not because he was sure, but because the option of saying no just wasn't there, not now, not when he'd finally got what he'd wanted for so long. Swallowing his nerves, he opened up, trying to keep his teeth away and remember what to do. He did feel a bit silly, but thought he must be doing all right, because Severus let out a sound that had his cock twitching again, fighting its restraints. In fact, he didn't mind it as much as he thought he would. Severus tasted of salt, but also nice in a way that Draco couldn't begin to describe, and the feeling of having him in his mouth was…well almost powerful. For a moment at least. For the next moment he forgot to relax, choking as Severus pushed further into his mouth.

His face bright red with embarrassment, Draco glanced up, seeing a rather amused look on Severus' face as Severus waited for him to gather himself. As soon as he had, Severus pushed back in, reminding him of the instructions again – and then again when he once more became too eager for his own good.

He thought he got better, and judging from the sounds that Severus made, he had, which was why he couldn't help but to wonder what he'd done wrong when Severus suddenly pulled away, leaving Draco with his mouth empty and his jaws tender with the effort. He almost asked, almost brought himself to wondering what was wrong when Severus' hand once more moved down his body and he groaned with pleasure instead, his eyes rolling back and his teeth sinking into his red swollen lip.

For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming again, because truly, reality couldn't be this good. Not after everything that happened, not after his father, after Voldemort, after Dumbledore…only this was real, things were this good and before long Severus had moved once more, now behind him, now finally doing what Draco had so long longed for.

He panted with want and need as he felt Severus remove the anal plug, his fingers digging into the bed as he finally felt Severus' cock against his arse, finally felt it push into him as he had imagined it doing so many times. He would have moaned, wanted to, but out of his mouth came nothing but a whimper as he was robbed of his breath. His own cock was aching by now, desperate to come, desperate for the release that had been forced to wait. His arse clenched around Severus's cock as the other man started to thrust into him, every movement done with slow deliberation, every thrust filling him completely, with lust, with want, with need.

He wasn't sure when he started to beg, or how he found the words, but he did beg. Begged to be allowed the pleasure he so badly needed, pleaded to be let out of the restraints that held his release. He was already shuddering and shaking when Severus's hand found its way, so much more real than any toy could ever be. He felt it grasp him, stroking him, and he nearly cried with pleasure as he felt the leather ring open and let him lose. Severus didn't even have time to stroke him once after that, the pent up need too great, his patience, practise and skill too little. With an almost blinding power he came hard, on the sheets, on himself, on Severus' hand. Only Severus' strongly barked order kept him upright on shaky legs after he'd emptied himself, his only wish to collapse. Severus wasn't finished because he was, though, and thrust again into his arse, then again two or three times more before he groaned and came deeply inside Draco's arse.

They both panted now, Severus' fingers holding tightly to Draco's hips before he allowed himself to sink down next to Draco, finally letting go. Draco didn't even care about the wet spot as he collapsed the moment after, his legs too shaky to keep him steady now that Severus was no longer holding onto him. For a while, they lay there, silently breathing while each coming down from their high.

'You start your training tomorrow.'

Severus' low voice still cut the silence like a knife, and Draco, who had been very close to falling asleep (or passing out depending on how you saw it) opened his eyes to look at the man next to him.

'Potions?' he asked with a frown, vaguely remembering that Severus had mentioned teaching him properly as soon as he was settled. The look on his face was almost confused, and really he was wondering how Severus could think of things like that now of all times.

Severus snorted, glaring at him. 'That too,' he said dryly shaking his head before he ran his thumb over Draco's lips to make his point. 'There are a lot of things you need to get better at before our time here is over.'