Story summary: Draco creates his fantasy world, one where he and Harry can be together. But that's all it is, in the end. A fantasy.
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In Draco's world, he walks into the Great Hall with pride. He glances to the Gryffindor table and gives a slight smile that makes his love blush before sauntering to the Slytherin table, where he eats his breakfast and walks with his heart to potions, ignoring the sneers all around he's getting. They hold hands and talk as they work over the potion together. They steal kisses as they study and finish their homework.
They lay together in the grass and watch the stars, even though it's horribly cliché'. Because Draco doesn't mind so much as long as it's always him beside him. He doesn't mind the dirty looks or the hatred, because he has him. He has him as he struggled in his studies and Draco is there to guide him. He has him as he wakes screaming from a nightmare, and Draco is there to chase away the darkness.
He has him as he screams in an entirely different way, and Draco is right there beside him as they shudder into pleasure. He has stolen kisses and harsh insults that he bats away. He has hugs and hands and teeth and sounds that only he will ever hear come from his mouth. He has his taste and his feelings and they are all his. He has his love, and that is something he will never give up.
Draco watches him as flies against Ravenclaw, hair flying backwards and eyes squinted against the sun, unaware of the expression on his face. He watches as he lands, golden snitch in hand and is immediately scooped up by his fans. Draco watches and ignores the pain of rationality in his chest. In Draco's world Harry is simply celebrating before he comes to him tonight. In Draco's world, Harry Potter is his.
Draco closes off the rational part of him that is frightened by what he is doing. Because Draco's world is only a fantasy, and that is all it will stay, however much he wishes otherwise. And he will stay firmly encased in it, because reality is too much to bear when you have unrequited love. So he will sneer in the hallways, all the while pretending that it is an act. He will hit and draw blood, while imagining cleaning the wounds that night.
Draco's world is only a fantasy, but to him it is as real as it gets.