DISCLAIMER: J.K.R owns Harry Potter and co. The characters found in the story are the rightful intellectual property of the author. The story line belongs to the author(me!) . =p
WARNING: This story contains slash themes that are not suitable to all. Please be advised that if this is not your cup of tea your free to leave.
IN DREAMS
By Moira
"In the hours of make-believe, sleep will set you free."
This just won't do.
I shifted uncomfortably on my bed again. The soft pillow on my head and the warm blanket that was covering my body up until my chin, did not ease the torridity of emotions that was going through my mind and heart in that moment. He visited me this morning. I was more than happy of course. I haven't seen him for a very long time, well if you consider two months as a long time. It is a long time considering that I felt like this was the longest summer that I've encountered as of yet. And I was worried about him and about his welfare. The last time I saw him prior to this morning, he was skinny and haggard. I was really glad to see him looking refreshed and a bit stout for once. It was just today that I got to know him a little better. I never really had the opportunity to do so, due to his unjust imprisonment for more than a decade. We talked about anything and everything for a few minutes and our conversation extended until we weren't aware anymore about the time. I felt at ease with him and I found myself telling him things that not even my best friends know about. How quickly time passes when one isn't even aware of time. And before any of us knew it, it was time for him to leave. He had other businesses to attend to, he had told me. 'I understand.' I told him. But in fact I did not want him to leave yet. It was rare for me to open up to people. And I would have wanted us to continue our conversations until the wee hours of the night. He must have noticed this because then he approached and kissed me on my cheek like a brother. 'Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as I can.' I froze at this surprise gesture from him. All of a sudden, millions of things entered my mind. And my body felt like it wasn't functioning properly as it was supposed to.
I tried not to think about it, about what my reaction was because of it...of what it did to me. It wasn't supposed to feel anything. *I* wasn't supposed to be feeling anything like that at all. However, my body and mind spoke differently. Ironic isn't it? Now all I can think about is how his kiss, albeit innocent, did wonders to me. And how maybe just maybe it could have been something more. I wonder if I'll ever tell him about it. I wonder if I'm crazy just thinking about this. But I know that despite some doubts that I may have, I know for sure that I have never felt like this about someone before. How I longed now to be able touch his face like lovers do on television. And kiss him on his lips, and feel his embrace. And all of these thoughts because of what? An innocent kiss. I shook my head in defeat. I doubt all of that will happen just because I wanted it to happen. It was impossible and outrageous. And then I heard it, the soft murmuring in my ears. A voice from a long forgotten memory.
To sleep perchance to dream.
Where did I hear that before? Yes, I think I heard Hermione mention it once. Shakespeare, she had quoted. I really should get a copy of that...
To sleep perchance to dream.
Yes that's right, sleep that is what I need. Sleep and slumber into dreamland. At least in that place, everything can be perfect. Just perfect. And if I am not able to find happiness in reality, at least in my dreams I will.
-fin