Title: Fallen Wings, Haunted dreams

By: Shinigami Liliz Black

Summary: What if the thing you hate the most turn to be the thing you love the most?

Rating: PG-13

Category: Romance/Angst

Status: UNBETAED, Sorry for the errors

Notes: Smirnoff Triple Black is a Muggle beer ( Hope I spelled it right)

Chapter One: Into the flight of pained thoughts

He blinked at the flashing screen ahead, as his coke lay forgotten on his hand. This is Mione's fault... her fault!

Harry Potter was sitting ahead of his personal laptop, looking at the person talking to him via messenger. He of course, finished his studies and got rid of Voldemort and his oh so mighty Final war. The raven man, at the moment was twenty two years old, fresh from finishing his Auror degree and receiving his Order to work. Harry could still remember how McGonagall cried proudly after knowing how well he did on his Auror degree; after all she helped him through allot.

The Great Hero, did not changed much. His raven hair was still long untangled and terribly messier. His skin was tanned from intense training under the sun while his emerald attractive eyes shined innocently along the pace of his slim, well developed figure. Harry Potter was a man, desired by any woman.

His friends did not help matters. Ron and Hermione, both now married and working inside the Ministry walls, had persuaded his best friend to date. Harry of course, refused; he did not like it since his last date with Cho on Hogsmade at his fifth year. To add things, both Ron and Hermione were forced to find him date to go out and all failed miserably.

Hermione was fuming, not accepting she was failing at something and her being a smart witch, too much for herself she bought Harry a laptop, introducing him into the world of the internet.

"Damn her," Harry cursed, "This is all her fault."

Harry had become fascinated with this 'World'. How a small window can show you even connect you with other people from around the world. He spent night and day, meeting people from placed he didn't knew it existed. Of course, this didn't stop him from being a wizard and have magic on his house.

By the last three weeks Harry met a guy through the many chats he logged on who he still talk with. He could remember how he got him, how he met him.

SiLvErEyEd: So, Emerald boy, where are you from?

Emerald boy has been his nickname since his first introduction to the internet. Lame, but fits okay.

Emerald Boy: London, England and you?

SiLvErEyEd: England as well. Are you gay?

Harry blinked his eyes at the question; he never thought he'll find a British, asking him about his sexuality. Harry of course, had never talked about it with someone. Yes, you guessed. The great Hero is GAY!

Emerald Boy: Yes, and you?

SiLvErEyEd: Always were, since my sixteen.

Emerald Boy:I just found out a year ago...

SiLvErEyEd: Had you ever dated a man?

Emerald Boy: blushs No

SiLvErEyEd: Beginner? Interesting...

After he told Hermione about the night chatting with Silver eyed, Hermione persuade him to ask Silver eyed out.

"What?!" Harry asked incredulously, spilling the content of his coke. "Hermione, he's a guy!"

"So?"

"SO!" He said back unable to say something. Hermione rolled her eyes and slammed her coke down to the table.

"You thought I'll never find out? Merlin Harry, everybody knows you're gay!" Harry opened and closed his mouth staring terrified at her.

"How-"

"You don't seem to like dating women-"

"That doesn't mean I am-"

"Including the day you stared at Seamus's arse for five minutes a row." Harry blushed at the reminder.

"I was not staring-"

"Yeah? Then what you were doing? Inspecting him?" she asked before adding, "His arse?"

"Ok may be I did stare at his arse," he said blushing furiously, "But still that doesn't-"

"Oh just look at you! In denial, while you like to dress well, keep your things tidy and clean. Merlin Harry! Only gay guys are that way!"

Harry slumped deeper into his chair at his dinning table and buried his face on his hand. "Does Ron knows?"

"He's the one who suggested it." Harry's head shot up. Ron had been know for his homophobic rage.

"Did he, took it well -"

"He did Harry. You're his best pal; the least thing he could do was get mad at you."

Hermione crossed the dinning hall and smooth Harry's back as he buried his head in shame. "You shouldn't feel shameful. There are lots of gay guys who are proud of what they are Harry, it's not that bad."

"You should date this Silver eyed, maybe; he can be the perfect thing for you."

This was the reason why Harry Potter was staring at the screen waiting for Silver eyed's answers.

SiLvErEyEd: I guess we can date, we already talk for several weeks. I must say, I don't have and sort of communication around. I usually use this cyber cafe to talk with you honey.

Harry typed his worries to fact that he was surprised at his speed.

Emerald boy: So you accept?

SiLvErEyEd: Yes I do. I guess well met on the clock tower, tomorrow at four; does it sound okay?

Emerald boy: Perfect.

Harry was beaming, jumping with happiness at his answers. As soon as Silver eyed logged out he was fuming with his clothes deciding what to wear...

Harry frowned, looking at the large mirror on his bedroom, inspecting his clothes. He was clad in a long sleeved dark blue Guess shirt, with long blackish-gray jeans and Bob Marley black elegant shoes. He ruffled his messy hair, reaching his shoulders as he frowned once again at his glasses.

"The glass looks out of place dear," his reflection said. His black glasses weren't the only thing that bothered Harry but also his lighting bolt scar. Despite how much he try to hide it, it would show of itself like a great mark of a celebrity. This was might be a Muggle, so Harry doubt he'll have a bad time with the stares on his scar.

He removed his glasses and with his wand murmured a temporary sight spell before pocketing his wand. He checked his silver Chinese dragon watch marking three pass fifty. Hurrying out, he pick up his car keys (BMW presisely) and closed his penthouse.

This is it.

He pulled off the car, pocketing his car keys as his emerald eyes search frantically for his date. He had no idea how he looked like but his mind as always made a mental picture of his date...

But little did he knew who his date was...

At the distance, Harry saw a man, standing ahead, looking around frantically as him, his back to him as the people pass by him rapidly, hurrying around. A grin spread on his lips as he closed the door and hurried to the man.

"Excuse me," he said tapping the man's shoulder, noticing a white blond hair. "Are you Silver eyed?" He knew he must have looked ridiculous asking for someone he met by nickname but as soon as the man turns everything vanished around them.

"Yes, are you Emerald-" he stopped as well looking back at him. His cold silver eyes were unmistakable, along with his pale pointed face and long white blonde hair. Harry in other words was staring back at his nemesis from Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy.

It was after some second of staring that both man jumped back and point at each others staring horribly while saying at the same time:

"Potter!" "Malfoy!"

"What are you doing here!" the said in unison and glared at each others.

Draco clear his throat as he smooth his Zara long sleeved tight shirt with black fine tight jean and polished black boots. "I happen to be waiting for my date."

"So do I," Harry said through gritted teeth not dropping his angry glare at him.

"So you do finally date someone. Let's wait if it's tolerable enough or horribly looking like you."

"And you think your is better?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"Yes, and he happens to be called Emerald," Draco replied sneering horribly at him with his high aristocracy might.

Harry smirked crossing his arms. "Really? I happen to be that guy name Emerald. And you Silver eyed are you not?"

Draco expression was priceless; his sneering was gone replaced by a look of terror, his high aristocracy pose was gone replaced by a pointing finger.

"You!?"

"Me, yes."

"GAY!?"

"Yes."

"AND NEVER DATED A MAN?!" Harry's confident dropped and blushed furiously while glaring at Malfoy.

"And you did?" Draco was laughing, holding his sides, leaning over the wall.

"Potter gasps is laughs GAY!" Harry was angry, he cling his fist tightly and turn to leave.

"What Potter? Scare?" he whipped around to face Malfoy smirking horribly at him.

"No," he breathed out. "But it's rather uncomforting."

"Wait Potter!" Draco called running towards him as he broke into a walk. Harry stopped as soon he felt Draco's hands on his shoulders; it seems to have sent warm jolts around his body.

"Let's give it a try," he whispered. Harry turned, facing the blonde man. His cold silver eyes swirled from an instant with a warm emotion he had never witness from the Ex-Slytherin blond.

He opened his mouth as he noticed the short distance between them and closed it unable to speak a word; he was merely inches away from him. Harry was filled with thoughts; many unmannered thought, startling him. How come he has such thoughts?

It was at first Harry had thought about taking Malfoy's offer for pure fun. Just as he think Malfoy will take things. After all, how come Malfoy would like to give it a try? They're enemies!? It would be bluntly obvious he will humiliate the great Potter after using him. But no, Harry won't let him, oh yes he won't.

"Alright!" he said fiercely, even if he knew it was a horrible idea. Draco grinned at him.'

"Then let's go down this gorgeous Italian restaurant..." Draco trailed off taking Harry's forearm like they have always been a couple as he drag him down the busy streets of London.

He was staring blankly at the menu as his thoughts dwell on the current problem: Was he doing the right thing? Taking this by pure fun? Draco seems to be hiding his intentions well... He was always grinning, his silver eyes gleaming strangely.

"Would you like something before the food Harry?" he asked.

That seems to snap him out of his trance and stared at both man waiting his answer. "No, no thank you."

Draco grinned as the waiter bowed and left. Harry couldn't hold himself and hissed from across the table, "Did you just called me Harry?"

The table cloth felt smooth with a vibrant dark red color, gold napkins and silver forks. The restaurant, to say, was extremely expensive and highly perfect for their taste. "Yes I did," Draco replied, fingering the edge of the empty crystal goblet. "Why?"

"Well we-"

"We're dating right? It would be wrong to call you Potter," he said softly, ignoring the shocking expression from the raven man.

Silence surrounded them as the waiter brought Draco's wine and the blond stare off dreamily out of the nearest window from his left, showing the streets of London. Harry took the chance to inspect the blond. He had change, from the spoiled brat of slicked blond hair to a man similar to his father, with long messy white blond hair, his eyes swirling and gleaming with intense emotion unlike those cold silver eyes, glaring, cursing every inch of his skin he saw at his years at Hogwarts.

Draco seem to have noticed Harry's long staring and turned to smile weakly at him. Harry blushed ripping his gaze off the blond, interest in the dark red fabric. "So Harry," Draco began, placing his goblet down at the table.,"How did you found out you were gay?"

"I won't spill it." Draco chuckled and took a huge glup from his goblet before opening his mouth.

"I found out while dating few girls at Hogwarts that my eyes and body did felt good with boys rather than girls. Girls are so complicated."

"You think I will spill my guts out because you did told me?" Harry questioned dryly.

"It's only fair."

"Big news Malfoy, I'm not an open book." The blond man seem to be disappointed; he placed the goblet at the table and fingered the fork at his right.

"Don't start saying it is my fault we fight, if you're being an insufferable bastard to me." Harry had to contain the urge of glaring at the blond and stomping out of the restaurant. Damn! He hate when people are right about him.

He crossed his arms and stared out the window. "I found out after many dates, that I was really gay," he mumbled.

"And you never dated a man?"

The conversation continued even after the food came. Harry's fuming and anger faded away replace by a rather intriguing side, as Malfoy speak of many things he spend his time off. The day passed by, and both man enjoyed remembering many thing from their childhood and school years.

Surely, Malfoy do knows to hide a thing, that's if he's really planning what he is planning to do as well...

He felt someone knocking the window of his passenger seat. He stared into Draco's silver orbs as he urgently wait for him to lower the window.

"What?" he asked, rather harshly.

"Can you drop me off?" He asked, nervously tugging his blonde white hair behind his ear.

Harry sighed and leaned over to open the passenger seat. Draco sat down, closing the door and fasting his seat belt. "Just follow straight."

He hit the gasoline and staring ahead at the shiny light of the night for several minutes. "Why didn't you Apparate?" he asked looking as the blond man, now picking an old Muggle magazine from the dash board.

"Hey this is-"

"Give me that!" He growled reaching for the magazine. He snatched it away from the blond and threw it back. "I asked you a question!"

"I forgot my wand back home!" Draco replied angrily. "Go on laugh!"

"You're definitely the worst wizard I had ever met."

"I always was," he muttered bitterly, crossing his arms. He suddenly looked out and screamed alarmed, "STOP!"

Harry hit the brakes hastily as the tires screeched at his sudden command. Draco held his chest at the accident. "Merlin Potter!"

"You shouldn't have screamed like that!" Harry said fiercely, his green eyes flashing angrily.

"You almost pass my apartment!"

"If you only would have stop muttering and pay attention!"

"Who was going at high speed eh?"

"Fine, it is my fault! Happy?" Harry said pissed off. Draco chuckled, wriggling his eyebrows.

"You look rather attractive when you're angry," he whispered leaning over. Harry's heart was ramming inside him and his throat had tightened. Second by second, Draco leaned closer, until their lips brushed and parted.

It was a new, exciting experience for Harry. He never had witness such full blast of exciting emotion at a simple move; a move that little by little urge him to feel more, to touch more, to bite and claim.

Malfoy's lips were soft, warm and precisely delicious as he ran his tongue inside, into a dueling of wet tongues and soft moaning of enjoyment. He slipped his hand around Harry's neck, suppressing a small gasp of delights from the raven man. It was so delicious, so pleasurable.

Draco broke the kiss, nibbling his lower lips, now swollen from the breathless wet kiss. He grinned, as Harry's eyes stared at him, startled, shocked and breathing heavily. He rubbed the raven man's cheek and plant a quick kiss on his lips, leaving Harry with the urge to devour them.

"See you tomorrow I guess."

Draco closed the door behind him and walked inside his apartment. It was after some seconds that Harry took conscience and resumed his driving back home, dwell on a new thought.

Did he really did the right thing?

"Do you like Ice Cream?"

"Not much," Harry replied scratching the back of his neck, frustrated.

"Then I'll take two Cookies and Cream cups; I'll pay."

"Malfoy-"

"Draco," the blonde corrected. Harry sighed as he took the cup.

It was the forth time Harry went out with Draco Malfoy, his once swore nemesis. This time, Draco had decided for an early date at the park by the cause of his late night work certain days a week.

Draco Malfoy was a Potion assistant on St. Mungus, helping finding causes and cure to many accidents and maladies. Harry did not found it surprising; the blond ability on Potion were excellent, unlike his.

"Are you sure about this?" Harry asked as they hurried to sit on an empty bench. "Us, at the park full of Muggles?"

"Is there something wrong about it?" Draco asked taking a full spoon of his ice-cream.

"No, but Muggles are homophobic." Draco gulped the ice-cream on his mouth and licked his lips.

"Just fuck them."

"Malfoy!"

"Draco!" the blond hissed. "When do you think you'll start calling me Draco?" Harry coughed his ice-cream, ignoring the question and crossed his legs.

"Don't try to avoid my question."

"Draco, there, happy?" He narrowed his eyes before crossing his arms. "What?"

"You're not meaning it."

"Oh for God's sake!" he swore out loud.

"Kiss me!"

"What?!" Harry asked startled, staring terrified at the blonde, "We're on public!"

"So?"

"SO!" he hissed, "I can't, there are Muggles around."

"You don't like me," he whined, crossing his arms.

"I do!" He lied.

"Then kiss me, prove it!" Harry rolled his eyes, and reluctantly leaned over to kiss the blonde. He felt something cold on his lips and jumped back, wiping the white cream from his lips.

"Ha fool you!" Draco said between sniggers. He glared at the blond and grunted crossing his arms as he blushed slightly.

Draco snatched his glasses away, making Harry see blurry shapes. "Give them back!"

"Catch them!"

"I can't see properly!" he hissed, reaching for Draco's hand holding his glasses.

"But you can see which hand have them do you?"

"Malfoy!" But the blond had already leaped to his feet and ran off the vast green grass field teasing Harry to follow him.

Harry chase him halfway around the park as Draco laughed until he was able to knock down the blonde, sending them rolling downhill a low mountain of green grass. Draco's laughs filled his ears like a full melody of slow soft music of joy and he couldn't help to laugh as well.

They stopped rolling, still laughing and finally looking how they end up. Draco was on top of Harry, his hair messier, with several twigs of grass in it. Harry was sprawled; his raven hair similar to Draco's feeling the breath of Draco's mouth inches from his lips. The position was rather exciting, if only he could reach and kiss him...

Draco slipped his glasses on and he stare into the swirling eyes of the blond gleaming at him happily, filled with lovely emotions. It was at the same time, Harry felt his heart sank to the pit of his stomach at the realization.

Draco was taking this date seriously and Harry was horribly playing with it.

Oh Shite!

"How's your date with Silver eyed?" Hermione asked, as he passed the raven man a Smirnoff Triple Black. Harry took the beer hastily and gulp half the bottle in seconds.

"I'm such a bastard," he muttered.

"You're not."

"Mione you don't know-"

"Of course I don't! You haven't told me!"

"Silver eyed, I told him before dating that I like him; hell, even love him. And he happens to be Malfoy."

Hermione did not say a word, just stared at the raven man. "I told him I was attracted, but now I'm not."

"You're telling me," she began, "That after finding out he was Malfoy, you stopped feeling something?"

"Of course! This is Malfoy we're talking about!"

"Did you enjoy these dates?"

"Well yeah, I did."

Hermione looked thoughtful until smiling sweetly at him. "Maybe this Malfoy is not the same one at school. I heard he save more than sixteen lives on one months at St. Mungos-"

"This isn't right! He's Malfoy!"

"Oh don't be childish Harry! People change!"

He stared at his bottle... maybe Hermione is right, people do change. After Voldemort's war, people did change...

TBC...

Notes: I think this will be two chapters with two sequels (or one, I dunno)