TITLE: Dreams
EMAIL: red_roses@email.com
DISCLAIMER: Characters, setting, and more or less everything else belong to the marvellous J K Rowling.
RATING: R
PAIRING: Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter
FEEDBACK: Love me, love me, say that you love me... Or call me scum. Whatever.
Dreams – Chapter 3"You got us locked in, Potter!" exclaimed a very annoyed Draco Malfoy. Well, he had the bloody right to be annoyed, after all of this. He still couldn't quite believe it. Locked in. Locked into a library, where it was impossible to disapparate, impossible to be heard – thanks to the soundproofing charms that had been intended to give pupils the silence they needed to fully concentrate in the library, and worst of all he was locked in with none other than Harry Potter. The only conceivable ray of hope was that Harry seemed to know his way around this section (which was certainly suspicious) and they might be able to reach the chairs. And sit on semi-comfortable armchairs for the duration of the night, in the cold, dark library. God, he felt like breaking every bone in that boy's body sometimes.
"I did not!" Harry protested. "As I recall, you were the one playing stupid dare games with your friends. You were the one who insisted on coming in here." Draco scowled. Yes, he'd been involved in another of those dangerous pranks, but what else did Harry expect? He had a reputation to uphold, and he could usually do whatever he damn well pleased, safe in the knowledge that another Slytherin pupil would always quite willingly take the blame. And the mindless tedium of that party… he was bored to tears with even the thought of sticking around the whole night to watch idiots trying to impress other idiots with their dancing, and usually respectable teachers making even bigger idiots of themselves.
"I would only have been in here
for one minute, if I wasn't trying to avoid you." Draco said. "Your stupid
mission, to save me from, what, books?
Honestly. If I can go one day
without being pestered by you and your bloody sidekicks…"
"Friends, Draco, they're my friends." Harry interrupted, with more than
a trace of anger in his voice. "Perhaps that's not a familiar concept to you,
but we care about each other."
Ouch. Draco felt a twinge in his
stomach, as Harry's words recalled those his father had uttered on his first
day at Hogwarts. You're here to learn, not to socialise. You're not here to make friends. Correct, of course. Friends could never be fully trusted; the
only thing that truly inspired loyalty was fear. That was how Voldemort worked, that was how Lucius worked, and
that was they way any son of a Death Eater should work. And, really, would Harry's friends have run
off like that if they cared so much?
Malfoys didn't make friends for the simple reason that they were wholly
unnecessary.
"Just get us out of here, Potter." Draco said, sounding tired. Harry lit his wand again, and led Draco around the bookcases, back to the main part of the library. Draco didn't speak a word, although it was against his nature to follow. He found himself absentmindedly looking over Harry, who walked ahead, who was practically the only well lit thing in this place. Of course, the Boy Who Lived would have a good body – probably part of the reason why he wasn't short on admirers. Chances were he'd get laid far more regularly than Draco…not too hard to beat 'never', though, is it? Draco would never admit that though, and besides, surely there were more important things.
They reached the chairs in the middle of the library, and Draco sat down, feeling a little self conscious and stupid. He was expected to sleep here? For a start, he was sitting, and he only slept whilst sitting in History class. Secondly, it was bloody freezing in here. Harry seemed to be making a valiant effort though, as he heard the chair across from him creak every two seconds, as Harry attempted to get comfortable enough to sleep. Draco shook his head. It wasn't even like he was tired.
"This is ridiculous." he spoke the words they had both been thinking. "We can't sleep here."
"Do we have a choice?" Harry asked, sounding irritated, but knowing Draco was right. Draco thought for a moment, then got up, and pulled the cushion from his chair, dropping it on the floor. He lay down, trying to wrap himself warmly in his cloak, using the cushion as a pillow. They could see each other a little better now that they were in the main part of the library and their eyes had adjusted to the darkness.
"Is that… better?" Harry asked, considering whether he ought to do the same thing.
"It's lying on the floor." Draco told him, wondering if Harry was stupid enough to think this was comfortable. "It's hardly luxury, but then again, how should I know what the Gryffindor dorms are like? This might be the best sleep you ever get."
"Shut up," said Harry, "and do you have to keep bringing up this stupid House rivalry in arguments? It's not like we're first years anymore, don't you ever get over it?"
"Says the boy who was horrified at the thought that he might not be a true Gryffindor." Draco said. "That was a year ago?"
"Two years ago." Harry informed him. "And I've learnt since then. You're not a bastard because of what House your in, you manage that all by yourself, Draco."
"Ouch," said Draco sarcastically, "have you been practising your insults? And swearing, it's hardly something becoming of the famous Harry Potter, is it? Imagine if 'Witch Weekly' were to find out."
"Are you trying to start a fight, Malfoy?" Harry asked, and Draco considered. No, he hadn't really had that intention.
"Why not?" he asked. "It'd bloody warm us up a bit at least." A very odd thought went through Draco's mind of what else might warm them up a bit. He grinned, wondering how horrified the ever-so-perfect Harry Potter would've been if he could have read Draco's thoughts just then. He'd probably faint.
"It is cold here." Harry agreed. They were quiet for a few moments, and then Draco heard the flump of the cushion falling to the floor, quite near him. He smiled – Harry Potter following his good idea. Of course, Draco had always known his brain was superior to Harry's – it was just nice to have proof once in a while. Harry sighed. "God, getting locked in on a warm night is too much to ask for, I suppose."
"I know what would be warmer," said Draco.
"What?" asked Harry, sounding a little confused.
"If you give me your cloak." Draco suggested. Harry was about to protest, before realising that Draco had been joking. He laughed quietly, and Draco laughed too. It hadn't escaped Draco's notice just how bizarre it was to be laughing with and not at Harry.
"Maybe we could get some of the less interesting books and light a fire." Harry said.
"But, Harry, that's damaging school property." Draco said, in an imitation of Hermione's voice. Harry laughed again, then was quiet for a long time, as if thinking up an idea. Mind hurrying up the thought process a little, Harry?
"We could… you know, sleep... together. For body heat." Harry suggested, after a long hesitation. Draco blinked. He was suggesting that? Alright, so maybe it wouldn't be all that bad, and the thought had briefly crossed his mind as well, but he'd have thought Harry would rather freeze to death than… oh, to hell with it.
"Er… ok." Draco held absolutely still as Harry shifted himself and his pillow next to Draco. Then, he arranged their cloaks neatly so that they shared the warmth of both of them. Ah, this was a lot better. Even if it wasn't quite the thing he'd expected… why had he expected that? Was he really attracted to Harry in that way? Now that he thought of it, he kind of was... Hmm, this was unexpected. I suppose they don't call Slytherins ambitious for nothing. So what to do? Well, he wasn't going to do nothing, that was for sure. He took a deep breath, trying not to let himself feel nervous or like some poxy little girl with a crush on a friend's big brother. He was a Malfoy. He could do what he wanted, and he at least had the pride to allow himself to try. He subtly slipped an arm around Harry's shoulders. Harry tensed, but then relaxed... and by god, if he wasn't looking happy! His eyes were closed, but his face seemed lit up by an uncontrollable smile. Encouraged, Draco ran his hand down Harry's back, letting it rest around his waist. Their closeness felt so intimate; even though both were fully clothed and this was a gesture even most friends were comfortable with. But because it was the two of them, it was something more. No point trying to pretend Harry was a friend, was there? That little bit of ridiculousness would thankfully never see the light of day. They both knew better. This wasn't friendship, it was... lust. Only lust? Nothing more, he told himself firmly. Harry opened his eyes, and looked to Draco, then put his arm – strong, warm, gentle... around Draco's back. The rest was simple, unstoppable, natural. They leant towards one another, and softly Draco kissed him on the lips. It lasted barely a second, but that was long enough to stir feelings in both of them.
"Draco..." Harry's voice was breathy, barely audible, but Draco knew that words might spoil the moment.
"Shh." Draco said, and leant in again for another kiss, gently parting Harry's lips with his tongue. Harry returned the kiss strongly, and Draco enjoyed these few blissful, if slightly awkward, minutes. Harry's mouth was sweet tasting, with the flavour of the hot blackcurrant drink they'd had at dinner still present in his kiss. Their bodies pressed against one another, as Draco kissed over his cheek, his jaw line, his neck... idly thinking how appropriate his vampire costume was. Lucky thing he'd taken out the fangs before dinner. Then their lips met once more, and they kissed fervently, wondering how they'd ever been cold before. Eventually, they separated, and Draco allowed himself to remain pressed against the other boy. Both felt too sleepy to talk now, but of course there would be plenty to talk about. Later, Draco forced the slightly daunting thought away. Right now, they were happy to rest in one another's arms without a care in the world. He drifted contentedly off to sleep.
A/N: A quick thank you to all of the people who reviewed my story! I do this for the H/D loving, but I stay for the praise... :-)