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For most of his life Harry Potter had been plagued with strange and rather horifying dreams, replaying the many encounters he'd had with Voldemort, predicting future events and such. On this night however, Harry had the most disturbing dream of them all:

A tall, slender blonde boy stood alone in an alley outside a london pub. His shirt was torn and bloody, and his face, arms and torso were drenched in what appeared to be human blood. Small droplets had accumulated on his eyelashes like light rain often does. Then the rain began, soft at first, then a downpour so intese that the boy was drenched in seconds. Harry watched from above, like a loose spirit he was invisible. The boy sunk onto the ground, only then did Harry see...in his hand the boy clutched a heavy silver knife, and on his left arm there was a wound so deep half his arm appeared to be missing. The boy raised the knife and cut into the wound again, gasping for breath, the blonde continued to cut at the wound, muttering to himself. Suddenly Harry was alone with the boy...'he looks so farmiliar' Harry thought. The blonde sat next to Harry on a sofa, in a large and beautiful house Harry had never seen before. Harry touched the place on the boys arm where the wound had been, all he saw was a dark-mark, black, and strong. Harry kissed the mark but said nothing, the boy touched Harry's cheek gently. The two sat in silence until the boy spoke "This isn't what i want" he said indicating the mark on his forearm

"What do you want?" asked Harry

"This" replied the boy pulling Harry close until their noses touched. Harry kissed the boy sofltly, then harder, untill the boy pulled away. The boy looked up meeting Harry's eyes for the first time...they were pale grey-blue surrounded by thick black lashes. Harry blinked, this boy was so farmiliar...

"NO!" Harry awoke with a start, he sat up, his body was shaky, sweaty and slightly aroused...'I did not just dream that i kissed Malfoy...right? Wrong, shit shit shit...what the hell?' Harry satyed awake the rest of the, incapable of reasonable thought. He turned the dream over and over in his head. 'What had Malfoy been doing in the alley? Why was he cutting himself? Was he cutting off the dark-mark? But why?' and most importantly 'Why in the HELL did i kiss him' on and on it went 'I mean its not like I enjoyed it...right?...oh god...I mean it wasn't even that good of a kiss...right?...it was horrible really...well ok mediocre...Fine it was alright...good even...NO, how can i say that?'

The last few days would haunt Draco Malfoy for the rest of his life, he had seen disturbing things, things nobody else ever had...well most people anyway. He had been forced to watch as the Dark Lord had tortured his parents brutaly. Lucius died first, he made the "mistake" as the Dark Lord called it, then Narcissa, it would have been Dracos turn, but Voldemort had a better idea...Everything at Malfoy manner was destroyed, including the graves of his ancestors. The mansion had come crashing down around Draco who was simply waiting to be killed..."But what better punishment than a life with nothing?" Voldemort had asked in his cruel voice, Draco couldn't answer, "No ideas?...That is all" Voldemort and his Death-Eaters diapperated leaving Draco alone at the ruined Malfoy manor.

Of Snakes and Lions reviews
MY FIRST EVAH! Draco leaves the Death Eaters after Voldemort kills his parents. And under rather trying circumstances he ends up at Grimauld place with Harry....hehe...predictable but fun......um i guess there could be spoilers.....YAY!
Harry Potter - Rated: M - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,252 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 6/30/2008 - Published: 9/1/2006 - Draco M., Harry P.