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Warnings:Boyxboy kissing, don't like don't read.
Dreamlike
The sunlight spilled onto the pillow, waking Harry Potter. He stretched his hands above his head languidly, reveling in the peace of the morning. He turned his head, and peered at the sleeping form of Draco Malfoy beside him. Harry watched the play of sun on the porcelain skin, the slow and steady rise and fall of his breathing and the strands of his hair stirring in the fresh morning air. He sighed happily and gently stroked his fingers across his boyfriend's cheek. He was astounded that this elegant, cultured and drop-dead gorgeous man loved him. Harry never doubted for a second that he loved him back, because truly, it seemed impossible not to. This whole situation was so perfect it was almost dreamlike. With that thought, he snuggled closer, snaking a hand around his waist so he could kiss him.
"Good morning, Draco…"he whispered, kissing his cheek.
Draco didn't stir. Harry reared up on his elbow, now looking down on Draco face. He kissed him chastely on the lips. Still, Draco did not stir. Harry kissed Draco again, and pinched his nose shut. About two seconds went by until Draco drew back quickly, his eyes snapping open and his breathing frantic. Harry flopped back onto the pillows; laughing.
"What the…?"Draco began.
Harry peeked at Draco's expression, caught between anger and confusion, and promptly burst out laughing again.
"Good morning Draco!" he said in a sing-song voice.
He was cut short as a pillow connected with his face.
"Good morning to you too, asshole." A disgruntled Draco sighed. He lay down atop of Harry's grinning form nonetheless. The two smiled at each other, and Harry reached up to card his hand through Draco's blonde locks. Draco smiled at the gesture and leaned down to kiss him. Harry responded delightedly, and dropped his hand from Draco's hair to the nape of his neck to deepen their kiss. Kissing Draco was incredible. His heart leapt, and joy danced through his veins. And he could feel everything. He could feel the silky hairs tangling in his fingers as he cradled his head and he could feel the sinuous body writing aginst him ever so sensually, and he could feel his soft clinging lips moving with his, and he felt Draco's eyelashes on his cheeks, featherlike and…and scratchy?
Harry's eyes opened. He was in a park, under a tree. On his face, he discovered, was a leaf. He sighed deeply and stood up, brushing himself off. He started towards a narrow path a little way ahead. He vaguely wondered how long he'd been dreaming. It wasn't like him to fall asleep when he was on his way to Draco.
After walking for around ten minuets in the quiet park, he made a beeline for a grand old oaktree. There, in front of the tree was a grey slab of stone. He knelt in front of it, fingers tracing the name that was ingraved there.
"Hello Draco." he said.
Harry gripped the headstone tightly, bowed his head, and started to cry.
End
A/N: This is my first fic ever!!! Hope you liked it!XP I have a sequal floating about in my head but I'm not sure about posting it, let me know if you'd like that.