Copyright: I do not now, or have I ever, owned or made money off of any characters belonging to JK Rowling or the Harry Potter universe. They completely and totally belong to the wonderful queen we know and love, who is kind enough to let us bend her characters to fit our own odd and twisted ideas.

A.N. - Okay, so first story. This is seriously just a single little one shot about Draco loving Harry and it being unrequited. I posted it a while ago on my wattpad account, ProudMommyPerson, and figured it was time to branch out to other websites.

The Sleep of the Dragon

Emerald green eyes laughed in joy at winning the end of the year feast for the second time in a row. His breath caught tightly in his chest at the joy on the boy's face, wishing with all his heart that it was for him and him alone.

The scene shifted.

Jet black hair that refused to lay down peeked out of the bed, covering the famous scar almost completely. Frown lines appeared around his mouth as he noticed the boy was far too skinny for his age. Refusing to believe anything less of The Boy Who Lived, a pale hand pulled up the back of his shirt and an audible gasp had Madame Pomfrey running from her office to see who distorted her patients.

The scene shifted.

Silver eyes looked on in fear and awe as the fourth TriWizard Champion flew around the massive dragon on his broom. The viewer held his breath as the black haired boy dove at an impossible speed, snatching the golden egg and holding it securely in his arm as he raced off triumphantly.

The scene shifted.

Platinum hair was covering his thin face, the shadows hiding his tear tracks as he saw the bleeding scars upon the boy's - no, the young man's hand. A silent snarl was ripped from his chest as he vowed to make Umbridge pay and pay dearly.

Cold silver eyes flew open wide as Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, and heir to the Malfoy fortune, woke up crying. Casting a quick Tempus, thin pink lips let out a soft sigh. He didn't have to go back, not yet. He didn't have to make the one he loved think he was even more of a traitor than he already did.

Eyes shut so tight it almost hurt, the blond aristocrat laid back down to sleep, knowing with the nightmares would come good dreams. That's the only place he could have Harry, his Harry. In his dreams...

Draco bolted upright. That's it! He rushed to his private potions lab and started brewing, mumbling as he added different ingredients. This had to work. It had to...

By the time morning had come, Draco was finished. It was perfect. He looked quickly over his notes, double checking. With a flourish, he labeled the top as "Sleep of the Dragon."

Grinning widely, Draco downed the potion and laid down to sleep, and to dream of his Harry, forever more. The smile stayed on his lips even as Lucius found his son a few hours later, even as his mother panicked when he wouldn't wake by any means, even as he was placed in St. Mungo's. Not once did he wake, content to stay in his head, content to stay with his Harry, content to sleep the Sleep of the Dragon.