Harry Potter and the Room of Requirement.
EDITED
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Chapter 1:
Harry glanced up from the piece of parchment he was doodling on as he sat with Hermione under a tree.
Oh dear spirits, there he is, he thought, marvelling at the fair good looks, the way his robes showed the movement of his muscular body. It was so striking, the paleness of his skin and hair against the darkness of his robes.
Harry's eyes were immediately drawn to Draco's behind as he strode out onto the grounds surrounding Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Harry, what are you looking at?" Harry started at the sound of Hermione's sharp voice.
"Oh, just, er, the Forest." Harry turned red, sometimes Hermione had the uncanny ability to perceive his thoughts. Or so it seemed to him.
Of course she couldn't but Harry could imagine what would happen if anyone found out. He could imagine Draco's scorn, his eyes narrowing as he mocked Harry's feelings to a crowd of laughing students, but no, no one could ever find out.
"Harry, Harry, are you listening to me? That is the second time I've tried to explain the Thyme Ellimus potion to you and you just grunted. What's wrong with you?" Hermione's words finally penetrated Harry's thoughts.
What? Oh, yes, sorry, 'Mione. I was listening." He stammered.
"Alright, I'll tell you again, but this is the last time so listen up. You really need to know these things." Hermione pulled Harry around to face her and made sure he was listening.
Later that night Harry lay on his bed trying to sleep.
"Harry, are you dreaming again?" It was Draco's voice which now knifed through Harry's thoughts.
Harry almost died thinking he was going to cop an earful but Draco merely ran his fingers though Harry's messy dark hair and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"Draco…" Harry trailed off, wondering what was going on.
"Yes, my love?" Draco whispered gently.
Harry felt his body react to the gentle come-on.
"Oh, um, nothing." He thought that maybe he should take advantage of this, as it might not last. So he leaned over and kissed Draco softly on the mouth.
Draco gave a little moan and pushed Harry back against the pillows.
"Harry, Harry, wake up!" Ron shook him.
"Ron, what is it?"
"I heard you moaning in your sleep again. Was it…" he lowered his voice, "You-Know-Who?"
"Oh… yes, I've been having terrible dreams lately." Harry said quickly. Then he looked down the length of his bed, and sat up quickly as he noticed the tell-tale lump in the blankets at his pelvis.
"I'll be all right now, don't worry and just go back to bed." Harry urged Ron, pushing him back gently and closing the curtains around his bed.
He sighed and lay back. Damn those dreams, he thought. They were getting worse every day. Thank God he had Voldemort as an excuse for his moans of pleasure and thank God Ron couldn't tell the difference between fear and bliss.
Unable to keep Draco from his mind for more then a couple of minutes at a time, Harry thought of how his fellow students' looks had matured after five years at Hogwarts.
His toned body, lean and strong; slender shoulders and long fingered strong hands which Harry wished would touch him not only in his dreams but in his waking hours.
But Draco hated him, still after all these years and seemed only to hate him more every day. Harry longingly hoped it wasn't true but couldn't deny the facts.
Still thinking of Draco, Harry slipped back into dreams.
"Harry, if I have to tell you one more time to listen to me I'm going to curse you. And I mean with my wand." Hermione's voice was getting dangerous.
But no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, Draco popped into his thoughts and eye line just as Harry thought his mind was on task.
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I just can't seem to keep my mind on track. I don't know what's wrong." Harry protested.
"Well I think you should try harder. I've seen your homework for Potions, its vague and completely off the subject of Moonstone... Ah- hah!" She shouted making Harry jump.
"What?" He asked.
"I know why you're so vague and off the track. You like someone! Who is it? Come on, tell me!" She cried excitedly.
"No, it's not that Hermione. I've just not been sleeping well." Harry looked down. He hoped Hermione would take the bait.
"Oh! Harry, I'm sorry. Have you been dreaming again? Is it…. Vol- Voldemort?" she stammered slightly.
"Yeah." Harry said carefully. "They seem to be getting worse." Well, that was true, the dreams were getting worse, and Harry hadn't specified who he was dreaming about.
"Harry, maybe you should talk to Professor Dumbledore about this. Maybe he would know a way to help you."
"I don't know, Hermione. I'll see. Let's just concentrate on this homework."
"Potter, what the hell are you doing?" Harry blinked at the sound of Draco's drawling voice. Harry thanked whoever was out there in the heavens that he was staring into space and not directly at Draco.
"What? Oh…" Harry looked down in despair at the muck in his cauldron.
"Professor, Professor, I think you should see Potters, er, potion." Draco smirked.
Professor Snape glided to where the boys stood looking down at the cauldron.
"Potter, were you even looking at the instructions on the board, never mind reading them?" Snape looked pointedly at the board then at the mess in Harry's cauldron.
"Ummm…" Harry mumbled sure that there was no hope of his survival after this encounter.
"Um, Potter? I wouldn't wish this on the Dark Lord. What did you do to it anyway?"
Harry dimly remembered slicing ingredients and adding bits and pieces but he hadn't really been paying attention as the presence of Draco in the same room proving too much for Harry to bear.
"Detention, Potter, for not paying attention in class and not answering teachers questions when asked. Oh, and for that in your cauldron, which is worse than Longbottom's for once; a weeks detention, meet me at 5 o'clock this afternoon for your first. Evanesco." He waved his wand before returning to the front of the room.
Damn you, Harry railed against Snape in his mind. Harry just had to get Draco out of his head and concentrate. He just had to.
Just before Draco left he shot an indecipherable look at Harry.
What was that about?