"Dream of Me" is copyright it's authors. It is performed by Kirsten Dunst in the movie "Get Over It". I was quite surprised to learn that she actually sang it, she has a beautiful voice, and the song is amazing. All Characters and settings are copyright J.K. Rowling, save for the ones you don't recognize. Please Read and Review, without reviews, I don't continue the story. *warning* this is a slash fic. If you don't like the thought of two boys being in love, don't continue. Also, don't tell me that chars aren't gay. Because in my mind, they are.
Dream Of Me
Let me sleep,
For when I sleep,
I dream that you are here.
You're mine,
And all my fears are left behind.
I float on air,
The Nightingale sings gentle lullabies.
So let me close my eyes…
In dreams, a person can indulge in any of a million and a half fantasies. You can be a character in your favorite book, you can fly through the air on butterfly's wings. Hell, you can even be another creature altogether. But the most common thing to dream about, is love. In dreams, nothing can ever stand in between you and them that you desire. Simple romantic evenings by the fire or the most wild, sinful, and depraved act of unadulterated sexual frenzy. Yes, dreams are most certainly amazing things.
Lately, Ron Weasley had become an expert on these marvelous things. In fact, dreaming was almost all he ever did anymore, awake or asleep, and these dreams had a tendency to revolve around one thing. Harry Potter, his best friend. It had been almost 3 and a half months now since the red head had realized how he felt, and only a month or so since he finally figured them out himself.
On this particular night, things were no different. He lay nestled down in his blankets, clinging tightly to a pillow, and softly murmuring Harry's name under his breath. Inside his head, Harry and he were entangled in each other's arms, sweat glistening on their naked bodies. Harry's arms were strong and inviting as they held his best friend and lover. "I love you" was all the two said to each other, it was all they needed. This was all that was needed in life. Although Ron wished it would never end, it did as the boy slowly stirred from his sleep.
And sleep,
Perchance to dream.
So I can see the face I long to touch,
To kiss,
But only dreams can bring me this.
So let the moon,
Shine softly on the boy I long to see,
And maybe when he dreams,
He'll dream of me.
His eyes opened slowly and he looked through the open curtains of his bed into the bed next to his. A single ray of moonlight from the window above shone down on the angelic face of the sleeping boy. A warm, loving smile came to Ron's lips as he very quietly slipped out of bed, tip toeing his way over to his best friends bedside. He very carefully sat down beside the sleeping boy and looked down upon him. Very slowly he reached a hand up and gently caressed the silken cheek of the one he loved. How he longed to be able to do this in the waking hours. He smiled to himself, picturing in his mind how Harry's emerald eyes sparkled in the sunlight.
I'll hide beneath the clouds,
And whisper to the evening stars.
They tell me love is just a dream away.
He whispered very softly to the sleeping boy, "I love you, Harry, I always have….."
Dream away…
He leaned over and placed a very gentle kiss to Harry's forehead. He stood almost too quickly as Harry stirred at the brush of lips. Was it his imagination, or had he heard the sleeping boy softly mutter his name?
I'll dream away.
He made his way back to his own bed, once again curling up with his pillow. His soft brown eyes watched the face of the other boy as he lay there. It was amazing how beautiful Harry looked with the soft moonlight washing over his coal black hair and china white skin. He wished quietly that he could be laying there with him, in his arms, his cheek pressed against the milk white chest. Listening to the steady beat of his heart.
So let the moon,
Shine softly on the boy I long to see,
And maybe when he dreams,
He'll dream of me…
After a short time of wondering what it may be that Harry was dreaming about, he slipped back into a peaceful, dream filled sleep. He had failed to notice the small, contented smile that had appeared on the other boys face after the soft goodnight kiss was administered to his forehead. What, or shall I say who, was Harry dreaming about, indeed.
Oh…
Dream of me…