DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry and Draco, although i really wished i owned
Draco ;) erm...anyway everything (excluding the plot, or lack thereof) is
Copyright (c) JK Rowling....*sighs*
Chapter 1 - Confusion
Harry awoke with a jump, This was the third night in a row that he'd had had this particular dream. It always left him terribly confused. He knew the odds of it actually happening were one in a million, yet it always felt so real to him. He could still remember the dream vividly:
For some reason him and Ron got into a fight and Harry ran up to the Astronomy Tower to clear himself. As he's sitting looking out the window he hears someone walk in. He quickly slips on his invisibility cloak and watches the shadow slide in. As the shadow comes closer, Harry sees a gleam of silver-blonde hair shine in the moonlight. As the person looks up Harry recognizes the cold silver eyes that seem strangely softer than usual. Harry continues to watch as Draco Malfoy slowly walks to the window and sits down. He studies Draco for a bit trying to figure out just what's bothering him as it was obvious that something was. Sure that part of the dream seemed almost possible to him, But as he's watching Draco he does something unexpected. He takes off his cloak. Draco looks back at him, startled and then looks at Harry with what seemed like adoration. Harry leans closer to Draco and runs his hand down the side of Draco's face. Draco then grabs Harry and...kisses him. And Harry always woke up right at that part, sweating and slightly shaken.
"Harry? Harry!"
Harry realized that he had been daydreaming into his breakfast plate for some time, he looked up at Hermione who had been trying to get his attention. "Harry what is with you this morning?" She inquired, her voice suggested that she was worried about him. "Oh..n-nothing, i just didn't get much sleep last night, that's all." He began to poke around his plate with a fork. Every once in a while his thoughts would stray back to his dream and it seemed that as soon as he dazed off either Ron or Hermione would interupt his thoughts.
"Draco did you even hear a WORD of what i just said?" Flared Pansy Parkinson, outraged at the fact that the whole 10 minutes she just spent complimenting Draco went unnoticed. The raving Slytherin stopped for a second and studied him. His eyes held an unusual warmth and he seemed very far gone. Every once in a while he'd smirk and then grin. This was too much for Pansy, she hit Draco upside the head. Draco turned and glared "What is it, Pansy?" obviously very aggitated that he had been interupted. "Were you even listening to me? What is up with you today?" Draco looked at her for a second and replied "Oh sod off Pansy, go annoy someone else with your senseless worshipping." Pansy glared at him, seething with anger and then moved to another part of the table. Draco sighed, relieved and went back to recalling the dream he had the night before. The thought of him kissing Harry made him grin. He had always fancied Potter, and he was amused at how oblivious the other boy was. He had convieniently sat himself so he could watch Harry as he was eating, or at this particular moment, daydreaming. He noted how his emerald eyes had a certain glow to them whenever he was deep in thought. Draco studied him further, wondering what Harry could possibly be thinking of. A pair of vibrant green eyes met his and Draco quickly looked away, realizing his face was slowly turning red. "Damn Potter" He thought to himself and quickly looked up. Harry was averting his attention back to his plate, his own face a faint shade of red.
"And what exactly are you blushing about?" questioned Ron with a smirk on his face. Harry felt his ears getting hotter. But before he could finish Hermione stepped in "Oh Ron, do leave Harry alone, he said he had a rough night." Harry let out a sigh of relief. As Ron and Hermione began arguing between one another Harry glanced over to the Slytherin table. There Draco sat, eating slowly. Harry was a bit curious as to why he wasn't sitting near anyone but continued to stare. He examied Draco's face. Harry had always been quite fond of Draco's nose although he wasn't sure why, just one of those odd fetishes. His chin, Harry noted, was also very nice. His eyes were a very attractive silver and were even more appealing when he was angry. Harry stopped for a second when he noticed Draco's lips. They were so perfect. He played around with the thought of what it would be like to kiss him and his gaze remained on Draco's lips. When he came out of this trance he noticed steel grey eyes upon him. He wasn't sure how long he had been staring, but obviously it was long enough. He quickly looked up at the ceiling, trying to seem as if he found something interesting about it.
"Was Potter just staring at me?" Draco thought as he smiled to himself with a feeling that was close to satisfication. He liked the feeling he got whenever Harry stared at him like that, like he had an interest in Draco. As Harry looked up at the ceiling Draco surveyed his neck. A smug grin appeared on his face as he imagined all the fun he could have with that particular part of Harry.
Breakfast was over and as everyone was hurrying off to thier classes Draco stayed for a second to watch Harry. He moved with such grace, the same grace that made him an excellent seeker. He walked slowly behind Harry not taking his eyes off him when he walked into Ron Weasley. "Watch it you clumsy weasel." Snarled Draco as he glared at Ron. "You're the one who ran into me." Snapped Ron "If you weren't so busy staring at Harry you wouldn't have run into me." Draco turned a bright red as he heard a few snickers from the other Gryffindors and tried to keep from showing his embarassment. Harry had stopped at the mention of his name and turned to face Ron and Draco. Before anything could happen McGonagall stepped in "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley that will be enough." She looked at the two boys carefully "I have told you multiple times that fighting will not be permitted here. Now, run off to class" Draco couldn't have been more grateful then at that moment. He quickly ran off to his first class.
Harry still stood there looking at Ron. "What was that all about?" Ron shrugged "Malfoy being an arsehole as usual." Harry nodded and the two walked off to class
Chapter 1 - Confusion
Harry awoke with a jump, This was the third night in a row that he'd had had this particular dream. It always left him terribly confused. He knew the odds of it actually happening were one in a million, yet it always felt so real to him. He could still remember the dream vividly:
For some reason him and Ron got into a fight and Harry ran up to the Astronomy Tower to clear himself. As he's sitting looking out the window he hears someone walk in. He quickly slips on his invisibility cloak and watches the shadow slide in. As the shadow comes closer, Harry sees a gleam of silver-blonde hair shine in the moonlight. As the person looks up Harry recognizes the cold silver eyes that seem strangely softer than usual. Harry continues to watch as Draco Malfoy slowly walks to the window and sits down. He studies Draco for a bit trying to figure out just what's bothering him as it was obvious that something was. Sure that part of the dream seemed almost possible to him, But as he's watching Draco he does something unexpected. He takes off his cloak. Draco looks back at him, startled and then looks at Harry with what seemed like adoration. Harry leans closer to Draco and runs his hand down the side of Draco's face. Draco then grabs Harry and...kisses him. And Harry always woke up right at that part, sweating and slightly shaken.
"Harry? Harry!"
Harry realized that he had been daydreaming into his breakfast plate for some time, he looked up at Hermione who had been trying to get his attention. "Harry what is with you this morning?" She inquired, her voice suggested that she was worried about him. "Oh..n-nothing, i just didn't get much sleep last night, that's all." He began to poke around his plate with a fork. Every once in a while his thoughts would stray back to his dream and it seemed that as soon as he dazed off either Ron or Hermione would interupt his thoughts.
"Draco did you even hear a WORD of what i just said?" Flared Pansy Parkinson, outraged at the fact that the whole 10 minutes she just spent complimenting Draco went unnoticed. The raving Slytherin stopped for a second and studied him. His eyes held an unusual warmth and he seemed very far gone. Every once in a while he'd smirk and then grin. This was too much for Pansy, she hit Draco upside the head. Draco turned and glared "What is it, Pansy?" obviously very aggitated that he had been interupted. "Were you even listening to me? What is up with you today?" Draco looked at her for a second and replied "Oh sod off Pansy, go annoy someone else with your senseless worshipping." Pansy glared at him, seething with anger and then moved to another part of the table. Draco sighed, relieved and went back to recalling the dream he had the night before. The thought of him kissing Harry made him grin. He had always fancied Potter, and he was amused at how oblivious the other boy was. He had convieniently sat himself so he could watch Harry as he was eating, or at this particular moment, daydreaming. He noted how his emerald eyes had a certain glow to them whenever he was deep in thought. Draco studied him further, wondering what Harry could possibly be thinking of. A pair of vibrant green eyes met his and Draco quickly looked away, realizing his face was slowly turning red. "Damn Potter" He thought to himself and quickly looked up. Harry was averting his attention back to his plate, his own face a faint shade of red.
"And what exactly are you blushing about?" questioned Ron with a smirk on his face. Harry felt his ears getting hotter. But before he could finish Hermione stepped in "Oh Ron, do leave Harry alone, he said he had a rough night." Harry let out a sigh of relief. As Ron and Hermione began arguing between one another Harry glanced over to the Slytherin table. There Draco sat, eating slowly. Harry was a bit curious as to why he wasn't sitting near anyone but continued to stare. He examied Draco's face. Harry had always been quite fond of Draco's nose although he wasn't sure why, just one of those odd fetishes. His chin, Harry noted, was also very nice. His eyes were a very attractive silver and were even more appealing when he was angry. Harry stopped for a second when he noticed Draco's lips. They were so perfect. He played around with the thought of what it would be like to kiss him and his gaze remained on Draco's lips. When he came out of this trance he noticed steel grey eyes upon him. He wasn't sure how long he had been staring, but obviously it was long enough. He quickly looked up at the ceiling, trying to seem as if he found something interesting about it.
"Was Potter just staring at me?" Draco thought as he smiled to himself with a feeling that was close to satisfication. He liked the feeling he got whenever Harry stared at him like that, like he had an interest in Draco. As Harry looked up at the ceiling Draco surveyed his neck. A smug grin appeared on his face as he imagined all the fun he could have with that particular part of Harry.
Breakfast was over and as everyone was hurrying off to thier classes Draco stayed for a second to watch Harry. He moved with such grace, the same grace that made him an excellent seeker. He walked slowly behind Harry not taking his eyes off him when he walked into Ron Weasley. "Watch it you clumsy weasel." Snarled Draco as he glared at Ron. "You're the one who ran into me." Snapped Ron "If you weren't so busy staring at Harry you wouldn't have run into me." Draco turned a bright red as he heard a few snickers from the other Gryffindors and tried to keep from showing his embarassment. Harry had stopped at the mention of his name and turned to face Ron and Draco. Before anything could happen McGonagall stepped in "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley that will be enough." She looked at the two boys carefully "I have told you multiple times that fighting will not be permitted here. Now, run off to class" Draco couldn't have been more grateful then at that moment. He quickly ran off to his first class.
Harry still stood there looking at Ron. "What was that all about?" Ron shrugged "Malfoy being an arsehole as usual." Harry nodded and the two walked off to class