Harry lay awake for hours and hours, trying to understand the images filling his head. Shaking another image out of his head, Harry turned; comforting his head by placing a pillow there and wrapping his arms around it. Sleep over took Harry's body and he was able to drift into a peaceful slumber; something he had not had for a long time.
In Malfoy Manor, a young blonde was having trouble sleeping. The same dream was reaccuring. It was the dream of a green eyed stranger. Malfoy would be in his bed, when
those green eyes would appear to him.
"I want you Draco" the voice softly spoke, but with a hint of determination. Malfoy watched as the body he dreamed about slowly made it's way over to him. The tenderness of the lips, the caressing touch on his thighs. Kisses from the sweet mouth that tasted like vanilla.
"Let me see your face" Draco whimpered, as another shock was sent through his body.
"Your not ready" The voice spoke in a calm voice; Draco searched fro something inside those eyes, something...anything.
"I'm ready" Draco said, more forcefully then he should have, but Draco was beyond caring or being polite.
Draco watched as a face filled out infront of him. No longer was there only green eyes, but smooth tanned skin, a mop of wild black hair. Draco's eyes widened in shock as he saw the familiar, lightening bolt scar on the forehead of his dream lover.
"Potter!" Draco bolted up from his bed, gritting his teeth.
"Boy!" Uncle Vernon bellowed.
Harry groaned into the pillow comforting him. Rubbing the sleep away he turned over to see that the alarm clock said 9:30am. Cursing himself he bloted out of the bed and collected all his stuff. It was the September 1st. Harry was returning to what Harry called 'home'. Harry was starting his sixth year and didn't want to miss the train.
"Boy!" Uncle Vernon bellowed again. Bursting through the door, a very purple face Vernon glared at Harry. Shallow breaths emitting from his mouth. Grabbing Harry by the neck Vernon flung him out of the room.
"I was coming!" Harry yelped at the force in which was permitted on him.
"Well, you weren't quick enough! Get up and make us something to eat!" The vain on Uncle Veron's temple was pulsating more than usual.
After 20 minutes of cooking and insults from Harry's so-called family, breakfast was ready. He carefully placed everyones plates down, excused himself and ran to his room.
"I'll be glad when he goes" Aunt Patunia spoke.
"We all will be dear".
Gathering his belongings, Harry quickly scuttled around the room. He grabbed his book, and work from over the holiday, his wand, secret presents from Ron, Hermione and everyone else caring enough to remember that Harry had celebrated his 16 birthday just over a month ago. Heaving his heavy trunk to the bottom of the stairs, harry smiled...he was going home.