Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all of these characters, except Aura Venezia,
and the later song lyrics belong to American Hi-Fi
WARNING: This story will contain SLASH. Male/male relationship in the form of Draco and Harry. For goodness' sake, if you do not like it, please do not read it!
A/N: Hi again and thanks to those of you who are actually reading this. I did spend a lot of time on it, even though I put up my chapters in relatively quick succession (which just goes to show how little life I really have), but anyway, here comes the big confession scene. I hope my readers (who basically include Em and Mandé - thanks guys, you're the best) enjoy it.
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Time passed by, but the seconds felt like hours, and the minutes felt like years. Aura shifted from one foot to the other, but Harry and Draco remained stock-still. Draco was still watching Harry, and Harry was still watching her. Aura wondered what he was waiting for. She had already told him that she planned on playing as small of a role as possible, and she hoped he was not planning on waiting for some kind of signal from her. He needed to tell Draco how he felt without her encouragement. The more natural, the more powerful, she repeated to herself. You don't need to involve yourself in things any more than you already have! Having realized this, Aura thought it might be best if she just left the two of them alone. Maybe they would get the Muggle-loving hint, she thought.
Harry was still watching Aura when, all of a sudden, he blinked, and she was gone. Her disappearance startled him, and he shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
Harry's motion was enough to break Draco out of his reverie. He straightened himself, and stood with his hands clasped in front of him. Slowly, Harry turned his head from the spot where Aura had been standing to where Draco was currently still standing.
They watched each other for a long minute. Finally, Draco spoke.
"I don't know what happened in detention the other day, but I-" he was, however, suddenly cut off by Harry.
"Why does everyone keep bringing up that detention? Sure, I had a, well, uh, interesting dream afterwards," he said, reluctant to tell Draco how he had dreamed about dancing with him, "but I don't remember anything in particular about the detention itself."
Draco again cursed the fates that made it so no one but he remembered that afternoon. He then found another reason to swear. If only he hadn't torn up that picture, then maybe he could show Harry what really happened. But do I want to do that? He asked. Would Harry believe it was real anyways? Was it real, if we were only under a spell? Would he think I tried to fake the picture, and would he learn how I really feel? If only I knew how he felt! But then, like the flash of lightning (or maybe it was the divine presence of a lightning scar), Draco reflected on the first part of what Harry had said.
"What was it you dreamt about, Harry?" he asked, his voice quavering slightly.
The question caught Harry off-guard. He had been ready to argue, or fight with Draco, but he certainly wasn't ready to analyze his dreams with him. Besides, if Draco knew he had dreamed about being in his arms, kissing him, the consequences would be unimaginable. So instead of replying, he asked a question of his own.
"Who is it you dream about, Draco?"
The Slytherin boy was equally unprepared to answer. Both asked questions hung in the air like anvils, waiting to drop. Neither one could answer a question, or look at the other. Another year of a minute passed before Harry decided that he'd had enough. The stress was killing him, and goodness only knew what Aura had really meant, but to him, it was like she was telling him to realize the truth of his emotions, and inform Draco of them. While this was possibly the most terrifying thing he had ever done, it was less scary than the thought of what the greatest battle of his life might be like if he wasn't ready to fight it.
"I dreamed about detention," he said, the sound of his voice startling both of them. Draco's eyes once again turned to Harry with obvious interest, and not so obvious worry, so Harry continued.
"About what happened in detention."
"What did happen?" Draco asked, his voice scarcely above a whisper.
"I was dancing," Harry continued.
"With who?"
Harry did not know if he could really bring himself to say it. But in a final mad rush before his confidence left him completely, Harry burst out: "I was dancing with and kissing you! And I liked it!"
Harry instantly squeezed his eyes shut, so he missed the look of relief and hope that flooded Draco's face. When Harry realized that no cruel laughter or merciless taunting had followed his declaration, he decided to risk opening his eyes. He did so to find that Draco was now standing right next to him. The blonde leaned in slowly, to gently kiss Harry's lips, before pulling back to whisper in his ear: "I dream about you, Harry Potter."
WARNING: This story will contain SLASH. Male/male relationship in the form of Draco and Harry. For goodness' sake, if you do not like it, please do not read it!
A/N: Hi again and thanks to those of you who are actually reading this. I did spend a lot of time on it, even though I put up my chapters in relatively quick succession (which just goes to show how little life I really have), but anyway, here comes the big confession scene. I hope my readers (who basically include Em and Mandé - thanks guys, you're the best) enjoy it.
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Time passed by, but the seconds felt like hours, and the minutes felt like years. Aura shifted from one foot to the other, but Harry and Draco remained stock-still. Draco was still watching Harry, and Harry was still watching her. Aura wondered what he was waiting for. She had already told him that she planned on playing as small of a role as possible, and she hoped he was not planning on waiting for some kind of signal from her. He needed to tell Draco how he felt without her encouragement. The more natural, the more powerful, she repeated to herself. You don't need to involve yourself in things any more than you already have! Having realized this, Aura thought it might be best if she just left the two of them alone. Maybe they would get the Muggle-loving hint, she thought.
Harry was still watching Aura when, all of a sudden, he blinked, and she was gone. Her disappearance startled him, and he shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
Harry's motion was enough to break Draco out of his reverie. He straightened himself, and stood with his hands clasped in front of him. Slowly, Harry turned his head from the spot where Aura had been standing to where Draco was currently still standing.
They watched each other for a long minute. Finally, Draco spoke.
"I don't know what happened in detention the other day, but I-" he was, however, suddenly cut off by Harry.
"Why does everyone keep bringing up that detention? Sure, I had a, well, uh, interesting dream afterwards," he said, reluctant to tell Draco how he had dreamed about dancing with him, "but I don't remember anything in particular about the detention itself."
Draco again cursed the fates that made it so no one but he remembered that afternoon. He then found another reason to swear. If only he hadn't torn up that picture, then maybe he could show Harry what really happened. But do I want to do that? He asked. Would Harry believe it was real anyways? Was it real, if we were only under a spell? Would he think I tried to fake the picture, and would he learn how I really feel? If only I knew how he felt! But then, like the flash of lightning (or maybe it was the divine presence of a lightning scar), Draco reflected on the first part of what Harry had said.
"What was it you dreamt about, Harry?" he asked, his voice quavering slightly.
The question caught Harry off-guard. He had been ready to argue, or fight with Draco, but he certainly wasn't ready to analyze his dreams with him. Besides, if Draco knew he had dreamed about being in his arms, kissing him, the consequences would be unimaginable. So instead of replying, he asked a question of his own.
"Who is it you dream about, Draco?"
The Slytherin boy was equally unprepared to answer. Both asked questions hung in the air like anvils, waiting to drop. Neither one could answer a question, or look at the other. Another year of a minute passed before Harry decided that he'd had enough. The stress was killing him, and goodness only knew what Aura had really meant, but to him, it was like she was telling him to realize the truth of his emotions, and inform Draco of them. While this was possibly the most terrifying thing he had ever done, it was less scary than the thought of what the greatest battle of his life might be like if he wasn't ready to fight it.
"I dreamed about detention," he said, the sound of his voice startling both of them. Draco's eyes once again turned to Harry with obvious interest, and not so obvious worry, so Harry continued.
"About what happened in detention."
"What did happen?" Draco asked, his voice scarcely above a whisper.
"I was dancing," Harry continued.
"With who?"
Harry did not know if he could really bring himself to say it. But in a final mad rush before his confidence left him completely, Harry burst out: "I was dancing with and kissing you! And I liked it!"
Harry instantly squeezed his eyes shut, so he missed the look of relief and hope that flooded Draco's face. When Harry realized that no cruel laughter or merciless taunting had followed his declaration, he decided to risk opening his eyes. He did so to find that Draco was now standing right next to him. The blonde leaned in slowly, to gently kiss Harry's lips, before pulling back to whisper in his ear: "I dream about you, Harry Potter."
