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Title: Late (Love + Hate = Late)
Rating: M (for sexual content and language)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, just this plot!
The line between love and hate is incredibly thin, but no one knew this better then Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Ever since their first years at Hogwarts, the two boys had bickered and fought. Everyone that looked upon them saw two powerful wizards battling for dominance as well as massive amounts of hatred; there was only one wizard that knew better. And that person was indeed Harry himself.
His life had been played out under a spot light, so he was very surprised that not one person had caught on to his little crush...not even his two best friends. And for that he was thankful; his life was crazy enough without them knowing he fancied Draco Malfoy of all people. Draco. The name itself made Harry smile.
Now, you might ask why Harry hasn't confessed his feelings to said Slytherin Prince. To that question the answer is very simple: Draco doesn't like boys. The blonde is known around Hogwarts as a total ladies man. Harry, as well as most of the student and staff, has seen Draco lip locked with many a giggling, blushing girl. Harry, who was neither well groomed nor fashionable, looked nothing but rugged which seemed to be the exact opposite of what Draco's type was.
The second reason Harry had not told Draco about his little infatuation was that they were rivals. Enemies. Nemesis's. I think you get the point. Draco and Harry's fights were all the contact he ever got with the beautiful blonde, and by gods, he wasn't going to mess that up by throwing his feelings on the floor for Draco (and probably the rest of Hogwarts) to laugh at and then repeatedly stomp on. No indeed - he needed no more humiliation or attention thank you very much.
Anyways, as of late, Harry had been having extremely vivid dreams about Draco. And from the bits and pieces he could remember he didn't want them coming true. Every night for the past week, his dreams had taken him to a very small, very dark room. It was in this room where he had seen Draco standing above him holding something. Harry could remember Draco saying "pain". Each time Harry awoke he was covered in sweat and scared out of his mind. Harry's dreams always became reality in some way or another, so he was not about to let it go. At least not easily.
We move our scene to Snape's classroom, where we find one very peeved Harry Potter.
