Dreams of Reality

Co-Authors: Jelisee and Obscene Maureen

Chapter 1: Dreaming Draco

Draco felt the heat of fiery kisses on his icy chest. He gave a low groan as Cho's kisses started trailing lower and lower down his body. His groin began to burn like that of the kisses, and he felt an exhilarating feeling like none he had ever felt before.

He felt himself melting with pleasure. Draco took a look into the face of the Asian beauty; but instead of seeing Cho Chang, the face he saw was that of a certain raven-haired Gryffindor.

Harry Potter.

"Arggghhh!" Draco yelled as he woke up, falling off of the side of his bed. His head collided with the lamp by his bed stand, and they both came crashing down as the sound echoed through the Slytherin dormitory.

"Draco?" Goyle's voice from another bed asked as he woke up sleepily, "Are you alright?"

"Oh, yes, I'm fine." Draco lied.

Not only was Draco cursing to himself in pain, he also had the most sickening feeling in his stomach. Harry Potter? He had a dream about Harry Potter? What was wrong with him?

The shock of the dream disturbed him so much that he was unable to go back to sleep, so he quickly brushed his teeth and dressed for the morning, then went down to the Great Hall.

Maybe I just something need to eat, Draco thought to himself in some mediocre attempt at reassurance. Maybe I'm just delirious because I didn't have dinner last night.

He took a seat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall next to Pansy and started reaching for a plate of Yorkshire pudding when Pansy noticed the bump on his head.

"Oh Draco!" Pansy gasped, "What happened to you? Does it hurt, baby? Let me see it—"

Draco rudely brushed Pansy off. "Leave me alone." He snapped.

"But Draco, you've hit your head, does it hurt? How badly? I can fix it—"

Draco slapped away Pansy's hands, which were reaching for the side of his head.

"Damn it girl, would you bug somebody else for a change?"

"Oh, Drakie…that bump must've messed up your brain pretty bad... hey… hey...Why aren't you listening to me!" Pansy nagged.

Draco was definitely not in the mood to hear Pansy's sentimental whining, so he began to tune her out. While Draco twirled his spoon around his pudding, he lifted his head up for a moment. And there he saw a face—the face of Harry Potter, sitting across the Hall at the Gryffindor table.

Draco was stunned. Till that very moment he did not notice the graceful features of the face from his dreams…WHAT?! What am I thinking? I can't think that HE, Golden Boy, could have graceful features. That bump MUST have really made me go mad. Draco thought, trying to reason with himself.

Draco stared at Harry Potter across the Great Hall as he wondered what could have caused him to have such a…ridiculous dream in the first place. Perhaps I was thinking about Cho, and I thought of Harry because Cho and Harry used to be involved with each other. Yes, that must be it, Draco reasoned, It must be the reason, I can't possibly be attracted to Potter himself. It's so ridiculous.

However, Draco wasn't a moron, and he knew that he was only trying to lie to himself. "Self-deceiving," Lucius had called it, "It is when those filthy Muggles lie to themselves."

Shit.