This fiction is only a comedy because how stupid it is!

Okay, so… First off; I am Swedish and wrote this DRARRY fanfiction about six years ago, in Swedish of course. That was before I was any good at all in the English language (still need some training though). For this fiction I decided to direct translate in the Google translate thing, BARE WITH ME, just to see how bad it was. And first I thought "well, okay, it's actually kinda good", but the deeper into the text I got the more I laughed myself to tears. This fiction is so much more fun like this than if I was going to try and fix it up to make any sense out of it.

When you translate like this, using Google Translate, some sentences will sound kinda… weird. Take the word "trädde" for instance which means "put on" (as in putting on his glasses), but Google Translate wanted to translate that to "hit". So instead of Harry putting on his glasses, he hit them. And there is so much more like that and I really wanted to share this with more people! Maybe someone has already done something like this, so I'll not take any creds for the idea! (or should I?)

Please read this first chapter and share with me what you laughed about the most, and ask me in the comments if there is something you had no idea at all what I originally meant (Diagon Alley is now called Diagong River), and I will explain it to you!

The war is over, Lord Voldemort is extinct, the resistance has shattered.
Harry Potter and his friends Ron, Hermione, Neville and the others begin at Hogwarts again to finish the final year. Now they go along with Luna and Ginny.

Draco Malfoy, who released the Dead Seals at the school in the sixth year and went with the Lord at the last, also had to start over again. Instead of joining Azkaban with his dad, Professor McGonagall gave him a new chance (something Dumbledore would have done) - along with punishments for most of the year.

Chapter 1 - The Dream

In the summer, Harry had spent at home at the Weasley family as usual. Together with his best friends Ron and Hermione and his girlfriend Ginny; Ron's little sister.

When the sun rose over the mountains one morning, Harry woke up that Ron snuggled into his bed in the corner. He stretched himself behind the glasses on the nightstand table to the right and hit them over the nose.

Harry was eighteen years old, his birthday celebration had been quiet one month earlier. The glasses he was wearing were new, the ones he received from Hermione in a present.
But it was not the glasses his thoughts wandered for a few seconds after he sat up in bed, without the dream he had before he woke up.

The sweat ran down my back as if it had been a nightmare ... Maybe it was a bit too, it was so ... different.

Harry stood up and shook a little on his head; to have such a dream about Draco Malfoy was something you did not forget directly.

In his dream, he had dueled against his arch enemy from Slytherin, who had occasionally had Voldemort's face. But the times it was turned back to Malfoy, Harry had felt some kind of relief, some kind of satisfaction. The times when it was Malfoy who stood before him with poetry and half-naked eyes Harry had stopped for a second without throwing out more curses. And the third time Harry hesitated, he struck a lame wrangle so hard in his chest that he flew several yards back and hit his back in the wall.

Everything appeared in Hogwart's library, and books lay scattered on the floor with leaves torn out of the pockets.

Harry was still conscious when he lay on the ground and saw Malfoy slowly moving towards his weak body.

He squeezed gently next to Harry, stretched out his hand with a torn face. "Forgive ..." he whispered and beat Harry's cheek. "It'll never happen again. From now on, I'll protect you."

That's when Ron had snorted and woke Harry.

That Malfoy, who hated Harry throughout their schooling, could show something so mercilessly, Harry could not understand. Or why his brain would try to show Malfoy in that way.

"Wake up, buddy?" Ron muttered behind him.

Harry came on by just standing in the middle of the floor and staring at the door. "Oh ... yes." Harry muttered back and ran down two stairs to get to the toilet.

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At breakfast, it was talked smoothly around at the table. Harry ate a little in the egg tube without eating it.

"Eat, Harry. We'll go straight when you're done." said Ron and stuffed himself a whole toasted bread and cooled almost without chewing.

"Charming ..." criticized Hermione. "What lessons would you have this year again, Harry?"

"The usual."

"Wondering who will teach in Defense of Black Arts?" I hope there will be someone like Lupin. " said Ginny sitting next to Harry and spreading butter to him.

He muttered in agreement and took a bite of the bread.

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Today, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were going to Diagong River to buy books and accessories for their last year at Hogwarts.

While Ginny and Hermione went to Florish and Blotts, Harry and Ron went to Madam Malkin's clothing store, because Ron once again grew out of his school uniform.

Madam Malkins measured and drew in the robe Ron was wearing. She cut and sew, and Harry began to get tired of just sitting there after having been through the fashion magazines that lay on the table next to the couch.

"Is it okay to wait outside?" he asked.

"Sure. I'll try not to die for so long." mumbled Ron impatiently while Madam Malkins ran away for the seventh time to pick up another box of needles.

The sun was hot today, so hot that Harry took off the hoodie so that only the t-shirt was left. He thought he could look around a bit. It was after all the last time he would have to go around here under his own conditions. Who knows when he should come here next time? A trip to the magician's bank may. Harry thought he had not spent enough gold anyway, he must have a visit to Hogsmeade.

As he walked up the stairs to Gringotts Wizard's Bank he heard the voice behind him hoping he would not have to hear in a good while.

"But hello there, Potter. How about getting money, I see?"

Harry turned around and saw Malfoy standing down at the foot of the stairs, supervised alone.

"Yes. Do you mind it?"

"No, but it's good to know where I have you."

"What do you mean by that?" Harry could hear Hermione's voice echo in his head: "Do not worry about him. Go to your vault now. Just go."

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders, fired by a mischief, then went to Florish and Blotts where Hermione and Ginny just went out the door.

Harry did not feel like having a conversation with them right now; They had seen Malfoy before talking to him and were about to ask him about it. So he ran the last steps up the stairs and entered the bank.

Apparently, he had been wrong with what Hermione and Ginny had seen, because they did not ask Harry what Malfoy had said.

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When they came back to the trunk they all went out to the garden and played a match Quidditch. Harry and Hermione in one team and Ginny and Ron in the other. Hermione began to blame for gender equality (because they were three who could play) when Ron came up with the idea that the girls would play against the guys, so Harry tried to stop their mouthwashing by saying she could join in his team.

They played for an hour without anyone getting upset or upset and closing out for lunch.
All afternoon, Harry thought about the dream and what Malfoy had said in the morning. But he also tried not to couple the dream and the conversation into a big misunderstanding, but tried to separate them and figure out a solution for them both. The dream was just a dream ... but why would Malfoy keep track of where he was somewhere in the Diagong River? Maybe it was just that they would not end up in the same places again, it looked a bit like Malfoy was also on his way to the bank at the time. And he would know that next time he went to the bank, Harry would not be there. Or? That was the reason why Harry could come on.

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A week later, he once again woke up unexpectedly that Ron snuggled to bed in his corner. But this time in the middle of the night, and this time Harry's dream had been more intense than it had been a week before.

It was the same dream as the one before. But now that Malfoy smashed Harry's cheek and promised him that they would not duel again, Harry put his hand on Malfoys and pushed it harder against his child. Malfoy smiled with glassy gray eyes and leaned slowly closer to Harry.

His face was so close that they were now cheeky and then rubbed Malfoy's lips at Harry's ear. "Can you imagine ..." he breathed. "... after all, that's what we've wanted all the time?"

SNORE!

Now the sweat was not only on the back but also in the face, hands, legs, feet ... everywhere. Harry's sheets were almost soaked. And he was so pleased that Ron was not awake or was somewhat experienced about legilimization. Did he talk to sleep? But Ron slept deeply, so he could not hear him.

Harry shook there halfway in bed, supported on his elbows. But he was not afraid, it was a different feeling. Nervousness, adrenaline. Had he liked the dream? Harry tried to think of some kind of psychological solution about dreams ... He likes very badly about Draco Malfoy, but he dreams such things because his brain tries to "make them friends". But it exaggerates a bit and Harry likes it in the dream because it's just what to do in dreams; You simply adapt to the dream.

Everything was spinning in Harry's head. He drew a deep breath and leaned his head backwards, then he felt it. He knew that when he was on ... that mood, just what had happened now also happened. He looked down at his legs and saw the bulging bully on the blanket.

Harry had been awake during the hours before it was time to wake up. When he heard that Ron turned up, he slowly traveled and dressed silently. He quietly opened the door and walked gently down the old stairs - even though they creaked for every step he took - then went out to the farm. The tuppen was not wrong yet so it was silent outside. The sky was dark blue but red with elements of gold far away in the horizon. It was a little chilly outside, but not cold. He nevertheless felt that the fall had come. Today it was September 1st, so today he should meet his ... dream mate at the Hogwartsexpressen.

He did not want to. He did not want to hear words coming from Malfoy's mouth that could make the dream more real than it already felt. It felt so stupid also that he stood there now, at half past six in the morning, and was spotted over a dream. Because that was all it was - a dream. Harry wanted to let go of it, but it always concealed his thoughts. Maybe it would feel better late when everyone woke up and he had to do other things that could help him? The last dream he forgot quite quickly, it did not come back the following day. But now it had been reinforced, and new details had been added.

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Breakfast. Last litter on the gasket. Unpack your suitcases and owls in borrowed minivan cars. Kick on luggage and cage through Kings Cross station on the way to the barrier between nine and ten. Slide slowly. Up with the bags on the train. Say goodbye to the rest of the Weasley family. Find an empty compartment.

Everything went ashamed without Harry thinking about Malfoy again. But now that they sat in the cabin and waited for the train to start rolling, the memories came back. It was as though his brain longed for these moments. As if Harry would not forget what he had dreamed. But he did not understand why, because it really was not what it was like.

"No, but ... Nähä, stumble in it then." said Ginny just wound beside him.

"What?" Harry hurried to say. His eyes started to focus and he saw that they were sitting alone in the cabin. Ron and Hermione must have gone to make sure everything went right on the train before departure because they were prefects. "What?" he just repeated and looked at her.

Ginny sat with arms crossed and looked crossed in front of him. "I said I've missed the moments when we're all for ourselves. But that was nothing special."

"Sorry, Ginny ... I ..."

"What's up with you now? You're so absent." She looked worried at Harry. "You can talk to me."

"No, it's nothing. I only ... I ..." he tried to mess up something forgotten from his head that could have something with his behavior to do. "I'm just thinking ... think if he's not gone now. Imagine if I have to do something soon ... prepare me." now he had two things to worry about. Awesome.

"You-Know-Who Will not Come Back, Harry. Not Now Anyway." You must try to relax, think about other things. This is not good for you. " she leaned against his shoulder and banged his arm. "But whatever happens, I will understand. I will support you to one hundred percent, and I will do just as you say without saying."

"Thanks…"

"And you're sure, Harry. Nothing will ever happen to you as long as McGonagall lives and as long as we have the Phoenix Order on our side."

"You're right. I have nothing to worry about." He kissed Ginny on his head and then looked out the window.

Luna and Neville joined the company. Ron and Hermione came back. The lunch cart arrived. Exploding Snap. Stories. Laugh. Memories. Future dreams. Teacher of Defense against Black Arts. Darker outdoors. The train is slowing down. Hagrid hugs Harry. Taking the drug pulled off a test tube. In front of school. The main hall. WHAM!

"Are not you a daddy who dares show you again, Potter?" He was just behind Harry at the Slytherin table.

Harry dared not turn around, he did not want to see him in his eyes. He did not want to get back the dream he so carefully tried to forget about.

Too late ... mumbled a voice in his head.

"Shut up with you, Malfoy." he heard Ron milling across the table.

"Destroy him." Hermione muttered to the right.

It was always the same show. Malfoy said something, Ron said something back, Hermione advised him not to care while Harry just sat and shut up.

"Tell me exactly what you mean, Malfoy?" Harry said completely and turned his legs over the bench so that he was sitting just opposite him.

Malfoy did the same thing and they were now face to face. Harry saw his hand pulling a little near the pocket on the robe where his stick could be.

Malfoy opened his mouth to say something but Harry him before. "And do not bother with pulling the stick. The hall is filled with teachers and prefects." his hand was broken and Malfoy got something rebellious in his eyes. "So, what do you mean by me, I'm drowsy who shows me here again?"

"I mean you're going to suit me, Potter." sneaked Malfoy "Do not be in the way. You know what can happen." he put his right hand over the left forearm.

"I just know what you have there and I'm not afraid of you, Malfoy. Nothing about you scares me." but there Harry recalled the dream again, and it scared him a bit like Malfoy to do.

He grimaceed and Malfoy took it as a weak sign.

He triumphed triumphantly with half-closed eyes and leaned backwards. "Thought so."
Harry continued staring into Malfoy's gray eyes. He did not really know why, but something was hidden there. Something Harry did not know about. Finally, Malfoy's face was changed, it was first confused and then angry.

Harry blew hard and then turned to his own table again.

"You should really go to bed tonight, mate." whispered Ron with locked eyes and wrinkled forehead.

"Yes." agreed Hermione. "What was that about? Did you try to stare him down?"

"You are right. I should leave early."

The sorting hat sorted new students into their student home. It sang. Professor McGonagall (the new president) spoke. The new teacher in Defense for Black Arts was called Angus McGuffin. Dinner. Dessert. Schemes were awarded by Professor McGonagall. Ginny kissed Harry in Gryffindor's lounge room. Harry lay down in bed. Dark. Silent. Snoring.
Harry fell asleep.

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The days passed and the competition for Gryffindor's Quidditch team was due to take place on the 12th of September on a Saturday. Harry was the team captain, so he would hold the matches to get as good a team as possible. Ron and Ginny, who had participated in the previous year, did not have to be included in the actual tests, but they would help to test the trial.

Two new hunters and two battles were needed for the team.

Dean Thomas got one of the hunting places - Harry did not mind him anymore. He was not in love with Ginny anymore and they shared the bedrooms, so no hard feelings there.

The second hunting position actually went to Neville. He had been training on a broom now for several years without saying anything, so he was not as clumsy anymore as he once had.
The perpetrators became the twins Daniel and Tom Wibbly who went fourth in Hogwarts.
Harry was happy with his choice and that was the rest of the team too, so he could go away with a headed head and have dinner in school.

Harry's bulging bully on the blanket and Hermione saying "Destroy him" at the dinner… my sides…

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