Ginny did look like an angel, as Harry experienced her wedding for a second time, only this time, he was on the sidelines. Neville seemed to have lost his easy confidence as he said, "I do," but it was regained as the couple walked down the aisle. Now at the reception, Ginny was talking to him about the Dream Sharing Curse. "It's really simple, and it doesn't seem like a curse at all. In fact, it's almost like a prayer," she told him. She wrote down the instructions for it, and placed them in Harry's outstretched palm. "If you don't believe me, try it tonight. On anyone. Distance doesn't matter."
Harry had thought about it for the rest of the reception. If there were anyone he wanted to dream with, who would it be? Draco was the first person to appear in his head. 'Damnit, not Draco,' he thought, 'I could easily talk to him, and find out whatever I wanted to know.' What about Ron? He used to complain in school about everything, so why not find out what he's complaining about now? 'No, I can do the same thing with Ron as with Draco.' But what about... No, she wouldn't appreciate her dreams being hacked into. But then again, his aunt and uncle probably didn't deserve to die...
"Harry," a voice cut into his thoughts, "what the hell are you doing?"
Harry looked up, and saw Draco sitting next to him. "Nothing, Malfoy, I was just-"
"Staring into space like an idiot," he finished for him. "Really, what in the name of all things holy are you doing? At first I thought you were looking at Ginny, until she left, then I thought you were looking at me, but I moved, too. Is there something wrong?"
"No, Dee, Ginn gave me this spell I want to try, but I had to think of who to use it on."
"Well, what kind of spell is it, Kitten?"
Harry rolled his eyes at the pet name that was dubbed on him during his first year of teaching, from his class mascot. "It's a dream sharing spell, but I've decided who to use it on."
"Moi, of course!"
"You are so stuck up your own ass, Malfoy."
Draco grinned. "Nice to see you back to yourself, Potty."
~*~*~
As Harry gathered up the items listed on the sheet of paper, Draco kept babbling in his ear like a five-year-old. "Really, Neville never remembered anything back in school, I'm surprised he remembered to go to his own wedding! And who would want to go to his wedding? I mean, look who he married!" Harry whipped around, and gave Draco the "Say-One-More-Word-About-Her-And-I'll-Kill-You" look. He took the silent advice, but started babbling about other topics. "I'm surprised Hagrid dragged himself to that wedding. If I were him, the only place I'd drag myself to is bed! Hell, I don't think he could make it! Did you see his little half-breed of a trainee? What's her name..? Meli-something. Doesn't matter. She looks half okay for a chick... Wouldn't take her over you, though, Kitten."
Harry grinned as Malfoy said that, and turned around sweetly. "Do you mean that, Dee?"
"O' course, hun! You're as pretty as a flower!"
"Oh, Draco, you shouldn't have! Really, you shouldn't..." Harry lowered his eyes, and randomly tackled his roommate. "You know I hate being called 'pretty'! You're gonna die!"
Draco screamed with delight, as Harry tickled his sides. He tried desperately to get an upper hand, but it was all to no avail. He finally caught Harry's hands, but then nothing happened. There was nothing to happen. 'What the hell,' he thought as he switched his and Harry's position. He held his rommie's hand above his head, against the bed, as he leaned forward, harshly kissing Harry's rough mouth.
~*~*~
Harry looked next to him, and saw Draco's still form breathing lightly. 'Good,' he thought to himself, 'at least we're both alive...' He smirked as he remembered Draco's perfect, unmarred body riding him, filling him. He gently placed a light kiss on his chest, making him stir. "Where you going, hun?"
"I gotta do this spell, Drake. Go back to sleep."
"Are you going to kill me?"
"No, I'm not going to kill you."
"Then what spell are you going to do?"
"Remember how I was talking about the dream-sharing spell earlier? I'm going to use that on Hermione Granger."
"Why the person that killed your aunt and uncle?
"Because, love, I want to know why. Now go to sleep." Draco nuzzled into the pillow, and began to sleep. Harry watched him for a few moments more, and then continued to gather the stuff he needed for the spell. The list said, "A favorite color candle, a personal possession, and a relaxing herb". An odd list, but if it works...
What was Hermione's favorite color? Erm... blue, Harry finally decided. A relaxing herb? Easy, lavender. Now, about her personal possession... Could a book work? He arranged the items as told on the paper, and stood at the foot of the bed. "Hermione Lynne Granger, let me see your soul's desires, let us share your dreams." He collapsed, falling backwards onto the bed, as Draco leapt up, frantically trying to wake his love up.
Harry had thought about it for the rest of the reception. If there were anyone he wanted to dream with, who would it be? Draco was the first person to appear in his head. 'Damnit, not Draco,' he thought, 'I could easily talk to him, and find out whatever I wanted to know.' What about Ron? He used to complain in school about everything, so why not find out what he's complaining about now? 'No, I can do the same thing with Ron as with Draco.' But what about... No, she wouldn't appreciate her dreams being hacked into. But then again, his aunt and uncle probably didn't deserve to die...
"Harry," a voice cut into his thoughts, "what the hell are you doing?"
Harry looked up, and saw Draco sitting next to him. "Nothing, Malfoy, I was just-"
"Staring into space like an idiot," he finished for him. "Really, what in the name of all things holy are you doing? At first I thought you were looking at Ginny, until she left, then I thought you were looking at me, but I moved, too. Is there something wrong?"
"No, Dee, Ginn gave me this spell I want to try, but I had to think of who to use it on."
"Well, what kind of spell is it, Kitten?"
Harry rolled his eyes at the pet name that was dubbed on him during his first year of teaching, from his class mascot. "It's a dream sharing spell, but I've decided who to use it on."
"Moi, of course!"
"You are so stuck up your own ass, Malfoy."
Draco grinned. "Nice to see you back to yourself, Potty."
~*~*~
As Harry gathered up the items listed on the sheet of paper, Draco kept babbling in his ear like a five-year-old. "Really, Neville never remembered anything back in school, I'm surprised he remembered to go to his own wedding! And who would want to go to his wedding? I mean, look who he married!" Harry whipped around, and gave Draco the "Say-One-More-Word-About-Her-And-I'll-Kill-You" look. He took the silent advice, but started babbling about other topics. "I'm surprised Hagrid dragged himself to that wedding. If I were him, the only place I'd drag myself to is bed! Hell, I don't think he could make it! Did you see his little half-breed of a trainee? What's her name..? Meli-something. Doesn't matter. She looks half okay for a chick... Wouldn't take her over you, though, Kitten."
Harry grinned as Malfoy said that, and turned around sweetly. "Do you mean that, Dee?"
"O' course, hun! You're as pretty as a flower!"
"Oh, Draco, you shouldn't have! Really, you shouldn't..." Harry lowered his eyes, and randomly tackled his roommate. "You know I hate being called 'pretty'! You're gonna die!"
Draco screamed with delight, as Harry tickled his sides. He tried desperately to get an upper hand, but it was all to no avail. He finally caught Harry's hands, but then nothing happened. There was nothing to happen. 'What the hell,' he thought as he switched his and Harry's position. He held his rommie's hand above his head, against the bed, as he leaned forward, harshly kissing Harry's rough mouth.
~*~*~
Harry looked next to him, and saw Draco's still form breathing lightly. 'Good,' he thought to himself, 'at least we're both alive...' He smirked as he remembered Draco's perfect, unmarred body riding him, filling him. He gently placed a light kiss on his chest, making him stir. "Where you going, hun?"
"I gotta do this spell, Drake. Go back to sleep."
"Are you going to kill me?"
"No, I'm not going to kill you."
"Then what spell are you going to do?"
"Remember how I was talking about the dream-sharing spell earlier? I'm going to use that on Hermione Granger."
"Why the person that killed your aunt and uncle?
"Because, love, I want to know why. Now go to sleep." Draco nuzzled into the pillow, and began to sleep. Harry watched him for a few moments more, and then continued to gather the stuff he needed for the spell. The list said, "A favorite color candle, a personal possession, and a relaxing herb". An odd list, but if it works...
What was Hermione's favorite color? Erm... blue, Harry finally decided. A relaxing herb? Easy, lavender. Now, about her personal possession... Could a book work? He arranged the items as told on the paper, and stood at the foot of the bed. "Hermione Lynne Granger, let me see your soul's desires, let us share your dreams." He collapsed, falling backwards onto the bed, as Draco leapt up, frantically trying to wake his love up.