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: Is appreciated :-D

Dreams – Chapter 5

All the time he was eating, Ron wondered what had gone on last night.  Harry had looked devastated.  And who was to blame for that?  Malfoy.  Ron knew it was none of his business, but he'd have bet his last Knut that somehow he had found out about how Harry felt, and he'd been typically cruel and insensitive about it.  The way Harry had said the words "He hates me" spoke volumes.  God, Harry, couldn't you get a crush on a nice person?  He set the rest of his breakfast aside, getting up to go back to the dorm.  He'd try to talk to Harry again, tell him what a bastard Malfoy was, tell him none of this was his fault, tell him… he stopped in the corridor, eyes falling on a familiar blond haired Slytherin.  There he was, talking and laughing with his friends as if nothing had happened.  Didn't he have a single speck of decency?  Right now, Harry was lying in bed, miserable about how Malfoy had treated him, and here he was, acting like he'd done nothing wrong and the world was normal.  Ron felt hatred build up inside of his stomach, and he stormed over to Draco Malfoy.

"Weasely." Malfoy addressed him, an eyebrow raised. "Is something the matter?"

"You know damn well what's the matter." Ron stated, voice weighted heavily with anger.  A look of fear flitted across Draco's face, and he glared at Ron.

"Right." he said quietly. "Crabbe, Goyle, go on ahead, I'll take care of this first."  Crabbe and Goyle looked puzzled, but did as they were instructed.  When there was noone in earshot, Malfoy spoke again.  "What's he said?"

"He's said enough." said Ron. "I want you to leave Harry alone. You're messing with my best friend, and it's not fair on him."

"I'm sorry about what happened last night." Malfoy said. "But I was just letting him know how I felt.  If he's bothered about it, that's his problem, not mine."  Ron felt overcome with fury. 

"You bastard!" Ron flung himself at Malfoy, enraged, landing an excellent right hook on his face.  "How can you call it that?  It's not a problem, it's how he is, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let you hurt him!  I swear, I hope he has better taste next time round."  Malfoy looked even paler than he had in his costume make-up last night, and shocked speechless.  Ron gave him a look of pure disgust.  Homophobia wasn't very common in the wizarding world, but trust Malfoy to be the exception.

"Ron…" Malfoy spoke eventually. "Nothing of what you just said makes sense.  Did Harry actually tell you what happened last night?"

"He didn't have to, I could tell that you'd hurt him." Ron said coldly. "He said you hated him, and whatever you did, he's too upset to even talk to me!  Is it too much to ask that you could have at least tried to understand?  You know Harry wouldn't have tried anything on with you."

"I..." he frowned. "What are you talking about?  You're telling me Harry has… feelings for me?"

"As if you didn't know." said Ron, then he blinked. Malfoy looked as if he really didn't know.

"Potter, you idiot…" Malfoy muttered to himself, then looked back up at Ron. "Look here, Weasely, are you certain that he likes me?"

"Yes, he has for ages." Ron said, then he let his curiosity through. "What exactly went on with you two last night?"

"I kissed him." Malfoy said, smiling a little. "But this morning, he was panicked, and he told me to forget it.  I assumed he didn't like me, so I agreed."

"Oh." said Ron.  Malfoy sighed.

"I blame myself, you know," he said, smiling widely. "It was stupid of me to think that anyone could resist my charms."

"I don't know what Harry sees in you." Ron said. "But it looks like you're… slightly less evil than I thought.  I'm sorry for hitting you."

"What?" he asked. "I didn't quite catch that last bit."

"I said shut up, Malfoy, and go see Harry." Ron told him. 

"Good idea." Malfoy grinned. "Where would I find him?"

"I'll take you." Ron said.

Harry was lying in bed, studying hard.  Muggle Studies, a subject he'd always been quite good at, due to the fact that he'd been brought up in a Muggle household.  'Supermarkets are large sized shops,' he read to himself, 'which mainly sell food, however they can also stock items such as CDs, magazines, toiletries and in some cases, even clothes. Usually, a Muggle has a particular day of the week set aside for shopping.' He hates me.  I didn't mean to kiss him.  He's probably disgusted with me, I know some people think that men should only be interested in women.  I bet he's got loads of girls after him.  Does he still like Pansy?  Why did I have to suggest sleeping together?  Not that I even meant it like that.  Oh, forget it, concentrate, Harry… 'The most popular day is on a Saturday, which is traditionally a day when Muggles don't work.  There are several aisles in every Supermarket.  Items are sorted into categories with these aisles, i.e. the vegetable aisle, the frozen foods aisle…' How could he ever like me?  He's always hated me.  I'm not pure-blood for a start, my mum was half Muggle, maybe that's why?  He's an arrogant bastard.  But he isn't evil, really.  He's not his father.  I shouldn't have gone into the library after him.  Ron's right, I am completely insane.  Ok, ok, I'm studying, I'm not thinking about Draco Malfoy. 'The drinks aisle, and so on.  Some Supermarkets also have small restaurants or Coffee Shops on the premises for consumers to have a meal or snack whilst they shop.  Supermarkets have begun to replace smaller shops all over the country…' I've kissed Hermione, and I've kissed Cho, but that kiss I had with him was more amazing than anything I've ever felt.  His skin was so warm, he smelled of autumn, and charcoal.  It was lovely.  I never thought his lips would be so soft… oh, come on, just read the bloody book. 'Some major chains that you may have heard of are: Safeway, Tesco, Asda, Sainsburys…' There was a knock on the door.

"Go away." he called out. "I'm busy."  Ignoring Harry's words, Ron poked his head around the door.  "What is it, Ron?"

"Harry, there's someone here who wants to talk to you." Ron said. Harry groaned.

"Say I'm asleep," he said, "tell them to come back later."

"Er…" Ron spoke behind the door. "No luck there, Malfoy, he says he's asleep."

"Ron!"  Wait – did he say Malfoy? Oh, no. Please, anyone but him.

"You don't look too asleep to me." Draco said, walking into the room.  Harry tried hard not to blush, and looked down again at the book.  Then he looked back up at Draco.

"What happened to you?" he asked, seeing Draco's black eye.  Draco looked towards Ron.

"Attack of the killer Weasely." he said, with a wry smile.

"Sorry." Ron said. "I'll just leave you two to talk." He closed the door, and was gone.  Harry felt his heart race as Draco walked over, and sat close to him on the bed.  He gave up the idea of studying, and set down the book on the bedside table.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" he asked, praying that Malfoy wasn't here to cause him any physical injury.  Draco shrugged, with a look of amusement in his large, blue-grey eyes.

"I'm not exactly sure," he said, looking down at his hands, and then directly into Harry's eyes.  "Is there anything you want to talk about?"  Harry considered – no, there wasn't, really, and even if there was, he didn't quite trust himself to be able to form words when Draco was only inches away from him.  He shook his head dumbly.

"Ok." Draco took a deep breath. "So, if we're not going to talk… then, we can just…" he leant towards Harry, and kissed him firmly on the mouth.  It took a moment for the stunned Harry to register exactly what had just happened. Weird sort of hatred this was turning out to be, he thought, before pressing Draco's mouth against his own, and hungrily claiming it with lips and tongue, pulling him close with arms around his waist and shoulders.  Draco returned the kiss, and they lost themselves in their enjoyment, until one of them must have realised that oxygen was necessary for them to live, and they broke apart, breathing heavily.

"Sorry." Draco said, grinning. "I'm not very good at forgetting things."

An hour later, Harry and Draco emerged from the dorm into the Gryffindor common room, eyes shining, cheeks pink, hair and clothes looking decidedly ruffled.  Ron grinned widely, and Seamus' mouth hung agape.

"Bloody hell!" exclaimed Seamus, then he looked at Ron and sighed heavily.  "Ok, how much do I owe you again?"

"I think the wager was two Sickles." said Ron, cheerfully.

THE END

Ending notes:

This last chapter takes place on a Saturday or Sunday.  Of course they wouldn't skip school!  Well, not all of them at once anyway.

If your wondering how far it went between them in this story… well, who knows?  Heehee.

For those of you who worried I might really make Harry fall for Hermione instead – Ha! Like I'd do a thing like that.  Clearly this was an empty threat. 

I enjoyed writing this, and so may write more Harry Potter fanfic when an idea strikes me. 

I thank all of my reviewers! 

Beside the point note – Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone DVD is going to be out soon, hurrah!  How weird it'll be to see them all as little first years again, after all this fic I've been reading…