TITLE: Dreams
EMAIL: red_roses@email.com
DISCLAIMER: Characters, setting, and more or less everything else belong to the marvellous J K Rowling.
RATING: R
PAIRING: Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter
FEEDBACK: Yes please!
Dreams
"Ok, Malfoy, give me the wand back." Harry said, a slight nervousness showing in his tone of voice. Why did nothing ever change with him? 16 years old and still playing the 'annoy Harry until he gets angry' game. Malfoy wouldn't really break his wand, he'd be in too much trouble, but it still made Harry uncomfortable to have him holding one of the things he valued more than anything.
"Or what?" Malfoy sneered, dangerously bending it a little in the middle. He was really pushing it this time...
"Argh!" cried Neville in the background, at something or other. Harry and Draco both jumped at the sudden shock, and a tiny snap was heard.
"Oops." Draco looked with an expression of surprise more than anything else at the wand halves in his hands. Harry, blinded with fury, launched himself at the other boy, knocking him to the floor. If muggles could fight without wands then he bloody well could too. Unfortunately Harry seemed to lose all of his coordination suddenly, and ended up pinned down beneath Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle advanced menacingly towards him, and he instinctively called out for help.
"Ron! Hermione!" Ron and Hermione suddenly appeared at his side, arms linked. They looked amused.
"Sorry, Harry, but we can't help you." Hermione said. "We're Death Eaters now."
"Come on, we can't keep You-Know-Who waiting." Ron said, leading Hermione away.
"You see, Harry?" Malfoy grinned evilly. Crabbe and Goyle seemed to have disappeared, thankfully. Maybe they'd gone with the Death Eaters. "You're alone, and I'm all you've got." Taunting, Malfoy, pushed a knee between Harry's legs. Harry closed his eyes and gulped, that pressure against him there felt good but he knew it shouldn't. It felt so nice, that his head started to swim. And now, Malfoy was reaching hands around his back, and their lips met in a full, heated kiss, Harry's tongue pressing against the other boy's, tasting the full flavour of his enemy's mouth. Their bodies thrust together, hot and desperate and –
Harry's eyes snapped open, as he took a sharp intake of breath. He was awake. He sighed, it was ok, Hermione and Ron weren't Death Eaters, his wand was still in one piece – and he doubted it would really break so easily as that, really. And Malfoy... Harry felt his face flush, and he was glad nobody was able to see him. He frowned suddenly, and gingerly looked beneath the duvet. He groaned. Oh great.
"Damn it." Harry muttered, carefully getting up, pulling his duvet back from his bed, then taking off his t-shirt and shorts and laying them out on the bed too. "Cleanirium Immedius" he said, pointing his wand at the bed. The worrying proof of the dream he'd had disappeared, and Harry got dressed. Then he sat down on his bed once more, rubbing his eyes as if he'd only just woken up. This couldn't be a good sign. Malfoy had never inspired anything besides irritance in Harry, and now... he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to look him in the eye ever again.
Harry walked out into the Gryffindor common room, where he saw several of the pupils sitting around studying, reading, or talking to one another before breakfast. Noticing Ron in a corner, Harry decided to go and sit with him.
"Morning Harry," said Ron, dog-earing the page of his book and setting it down at his side.
"Hi." Harry sat down. Then he frowned, and turned to his friend. "Ron… do you... ever have bad dreams? I mean, really bad dreams?"
"Oh, yeah." Ron said. "Just last week, I had this horrible nightmare where I was being chased by something and I didn't know what it was. It cornered me in the dungeons, and there must have been some light even though it seemed really dark, because I looked up and saw it was Fluffy."
"Urgh." Harry shuddered, remembering Hagrid's pet.
"That's not the worst of it." Ron said. "It was just growling, and then it opened up its mouths – all 3 of them – and out came millions, I mean hoards of big black furry spiders scuttling out. They were everywhere." Ron looked quite pale with the memory. Trust him to think spiders were scarier than 3 headed monster dogs. "Never mind that though, I'm over it. Did you mean you've had a bad dream?"
"Yes," said Harry. "For a start, you and Hermione were Death Eaters."
"Really?" Ron asked. "God, what did we do?" he looked concerned, noting the distress in Harry's eyes.
"Nothing." Harry said. "You
just walked away to see Voldemort about something..."
"Harry, the name, please..."
"Sorry," said Harry, "anyway, the bad part wasn't that, it was..." he looked around nervously, not wanting to be overheard, and lowered his voice. "...Malfoy, that was the bad part." As well as the good part... Harry's traitorous mind added.
"Well..." Ron prompted Harry, as he hesitated. "Go on, what did Malfoy do?" Harry felt his stomach clench. Ron was waiting to hear something like a violent magical battle, associations with Voldemort, maybe even Dementors. He'd be very disturbed – just like Harry was – to hear that he'd been having lustful thoughts about the arrogant snob, Draco Malfoy.
"He..." Harry couldn't tell Ron the whole truth, not just now. It was hardly 'first thing in the morning' news anyway. More like 'never' news. "He beat me up, and broke my wand." Ron frowned.
"Oh." he said, looking a little disappointed. He'd probably assumed that, having seen the things he'd seen, Harry's nightmares would be a little more exciting. "Well, I suppose, it must have seemed worse at the time, for you."
"Yeah..." Harry shook his head. "It just... seemed so real. But, er... yeah, now that I think about it, it's sort of silly."
"Ah, well, if it's any consolation, I'm positive you'd beat Malfoy in any fight." Ron slapped his back. "Come on, let's go get breakfast." The two of them walked through the corridor to the great hall, and took seats next to Ginny and Hermione.
"I'm so thirsty." Harry said, taking a long drink of milk from his glass. Ron nodded.
"I'm always dead thirsty after a nightmare," he agreed, and Ginny looked up at them, alarmed.
"Harry, you had a nightmare?" she asked. Harry just shrugged, not wanting to talk about it.
"Nothing too bad," Ron informed Ginny, "just a fight with Malfoy."
"That's a nightmare?" Hermione asked sceptically. "Not a wonderful dream?"
"Nah, he won." Harry said. Hermione shrugged and looked back at her plate. They all tucked into large platefuls of crispy bacon and eggs, and nobody gave the nightmare (or 'wonderful dream') a second thought.
It was last thing in the school day, their sixth period Potions class. Snape was being as creepy and unfair as usual, as they added together ingredients for a potion guaranteed to instantly curl the hair of the drinker for a few hours. Harry absently wondered if they should sneak some of it into Snape's food, imagining how funny that would look. For an example, Snape picked on Neville, who's hair instantly stood on end, but sadly without even the slightest curl. Another ten points from Gryffindor. Goyle also tried some of his, and his hair did turn instantly curly – but also bright blue. Snape dismissed this as a common side effect of the potion. The bell rang, and everyone walked out of the room. On the way out, Harry bumped into another pupil.
"Potter." Malfoy smirked at him. "I hear you've been having bad dreams, eh?" Harry's chest tightened suddenly, and he felt his face burning. Fuck. How could he know?
"I... I never said... who... " Harry's throat was drying up, and he seemed unable to think of the right words to string together. None of which mattered, of course, because if Malfoy knew, he'd make Harry's life a living hell, no matter what he said. His heartbeat thudded in his ears.
"I over-heard the little Weasely girl telling all her friends about how the marvellous Harry Potter had nightmares about me beating him in a fight." Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle all snickered. Harry felt a slight relief – thank the gods Malfoy didn't know the real details of his dream. He couldn't possibly know, could he? Still, that had felt too close for comfort.
"Well," Harry said, the usual argumentative tone setting him more at ease, "I heard that Draco Malfoy had nothing better to do than sit around listening to girls chattering."
"That's beside the point and you know it, Potter." Malfoy said. "The fact is, you're afraid of me. Not that I'm hugely surprised or anything, but –"
"Don't believe everything you hear, Malfoy," said Harry, "I'm not at all afraid to fight you."
"Watch it." Malfoy said quietly, walking away. "I might just decide to hold you to that." Then he strode away down the corridor, followed by his two overgrown lackeys.
The rest of the evening, Harry couldn't get the horrible thought of Malfoy somehow finding out the truth out of his head. 'Worst case scenario' seemed like such an understatement. Even now, he had to face the humiliation of rumours spreading about how scared he was of Malfoy. Yes, the Slytherins had their joke of the day. Still, they'd never know the truth, he assured himself. Harry vowed to himself that nobody, not even Ron or Hermione, could ever know that. He would get an early night's rest tonight, read a book, and put all thoughts of Draco Malfoy to the back of his mind. Resolving to do just that, Harry left the common room at 9pm, and laid down to sleep.
Harry was lost in the wilderness of the Forbidden Forest. How did he get here, in the middle of the night? Of all the places... he frantically searched for the way out, but there was nothing to be seen, and a green-ish mist seemed to be gathering around him. He wasn't safe, and he would be in a lot of trouble if the teachers found out he was here. Suddenly a familiar face appeared in front of him. Cho Chang.
"Harry, I have excellent news." Cho said, rushing forwards. "Me and Cedric – we're getting married!" She held the hand of Cedric Diggory, who was clearly as dead as when Harry had last seen him, but somehow walking, as if zombified. Harry felt that he didn't want to be the bearer of bad news when Cho was so happy, so he decided not to tell her that Cedric was a corpse.
"Ok." he said, numbly, as she kissed Cedric tenderly on the lips. She then turned back to Harry, smiling apologetically.
"Don't worry Harry, I know you wanted me for yourself, but here's something even better!" Cho said, and suddenly cast a large green snake towards him. It immediately coiled around Harry's body, as if ready to choke the life from him. Cho giggled and slipped away into the Forest. Harry struggled against the snake, clawing at it to tear it away from him. The snake hissed, and Harry caught a glimpse of the moonlight, reflecting on those scales. He suddenly realised that he'd been tricked all along – there were no scales, he was seeing only moonlight glinting upon fair hair, and the coils around him were in fact strong, lean arms. He looked to the face.
"Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed. "You're the snake?"
"Yes, I'm an animagus, Harry." he spoke as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. "Registered, obviously, unlike certain others I could mention. You know... you shouldn't be out in the Forbidden Forest at night. But I'm glad you are."
"I... I don't know how I got here." Harry confessed.
"Hmm." Malfoy was now stepping backwards, leading Harry into a small mossy clearing. He then took the liberty of wordlessly removing all of Harry's clothing. Harry would have complained, but then he noticed that Malfoy was naked already, so it seemed only fair, really. He was laid back upon a bed of soft moss, and Malfoy's voice was a breathy whisper in his ear, not entirely unlike the snake's hiss.
"Stay with me, Harry."
"But... the forest... it's dangerous..." Harry had a nagging feeling that something was wrong with this situation, but he couldn't quite place what.
"You're not scared are you?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow, teasing, but only gently. "It's ok, you know. We're safe here." These words were all that was needed to convince Harry. Of course he was safe here. He allowed himself to relax, to enjoy Malfoy's touch... he was beautiful, strong, gentle... he returned the caresses and kisses given to him, as they moved together – less frantic than before, but just as enjoyable, growing faster in time with one another, oh... he never wanted this to end.
Gasping, Harry opened his eyes. The clock on the wall told him that it was almost 1 am. He lay blankly for a few seconds, before he suddenly recalled his dream – in full, vivid detail. Fuck.
Authors Note: Please review after reading!
P.S. Sorry for the not-very-inventive title, titles really aren't my thing.