Huh, I think I might be running out of ideas for what to happen!!! If you
guys have anything you would like to see happen in this story (even if it
is just someone who's addicted to M&M's or something) I'll do it! Of
course, people get credit for their ideas! (Oh, and if you have an idea for
a dream, I'll be twice as happy. I'll practically dedicate the chapter to
you. So if you like seeing your name in fics, help me out here =p)
It was early. Very early. We're talking, five am early. Maybe even a bit earlier. Lisa Turpin, Hannah Abbott, Jessica Etchly, and Michelle O'lei were up very early. They were also the biggest gossips of the entire school, on a random note.
And when they happened to find the note on the chair, they couldn't help but read it.
And when it happened to be a note from 'Ron' to Hermione, they couldn't help but notice.
And when it happened to be a LOVE letter, they couldn't help but decided everyone else needed to know it.
So that is why, by the time a still-half-asleep Ron made his way downstairs, he was not prepared to hear everyone start talking to him at once.
"I had no CLUE you felt that way about here!" cried Anna, shaking her blonde hair. "I would have helped you two out!"
"It's so cute, I knew it all along!" squealed Amy and Jacklyn, both first years, together.
"What the bloody hell?" Ron muttered. "Scuse me, but what are you guys rambling about on this time?"
With air of one about to change someone's life, Hannah Abbott slowly presented Ron with the letter. "You wrote this for Hermione, and I guess you dropped it on the chair, but if you want we'll send it to Hermione for you."
"Write what?" And then Ron remembered the notes in class they had passed. 'That must be what they meant.' "Ah, it doesn't matter, really," he said.
Several people gasped. "What do you MEAN it doesn't matter?" Jessica said indigently, blue eyes flashing.
"Well, really, why would it?" Ron asked. 'Bloody insane, I swear. All we wrote were some notes about Draco and Harry. Maybe they mean we might want to look them over? I can't pretend to understand, that's for sure.'
"Really, Ron, after writing this all, I can't believe you wouldn't follow through on it," Lisa said, shaking her head sadly.
"Follow through on WHAT?" Ron said irritably. This was getting VERY annoying. "Give me that bloody note!"
"That's all it is to you, Ron? A bloody NOTE?" Lisa practically screeched. "I feel horrible for Hermione! I can't believe a GIT like you LIKES her!"
"What in the hell are you talking about?" replied Ron loudly, grabbing the note, and reading it, expecting to see his and Hermione's handwriting. Instead, all he saw was a lot of writing in what appeared to be his handwriting. He read it over, and turned white.
"You're so evil!" continued Lisa, as she ranted on and on and on. Ron grabbed her by the shoulders.
He looked her in the eye and said firmly, "I. Did. Not. Write. That."
Lisa calmed down, but glared at him. "Oh, sure, you didn't. Of COURSE not."
"I'm telling you, I DID NOT WRITE THAT."
"THEN WHO DID?"
"HOW SHOULD I KNOW?"
The others gathered around, to see what would happen. One of the guys nearby picked up the letter, and glanced at it. "You know, this handwriting really does look like yours, and the signature too."
"I think he's in denial," someone else piped up. "Poor guy."
"I am not in denial! I did not write this!" exclaimed Ron. "Look, I write really messy-like. ANYONE could copy my writing, easily."
"Don't bother denying it, Ron," grinned Seamus, "We'll tell Hermione when she comes down."
"But I don't like her!" groaned Ron. 'How many times do I have to say this? Where is Harry anyway? He can admit I didn't write this! Bloody hell!'
"Don't like who?" came a voice. Ron groaned even more as he turned around to see Hermione, who had just entered the room, and snuck up behind him,
"Erm, hello Hermione. Come on, let's go get breakfast now . . ." Ron said, nervously, trying to get out of the room.
"Isn't that cute? They're going to eat together!" squealed the girl with purple eyes and black hair, who found the whole situation VERY amusing.
"We ALWAYS eat together," grumbled Ron, while Hermione looked confused.
"Why wouldn't we eat together?" she said. "We do always eat together."
"Yeah," agreed Lisa, "But we didn't realize . . . we didn't know . . ."
"Know what?" Hermione said, glancing at Ron, who was glaring at Lisa.
"Here! Ron wrote this for you!" Lisa handed Hermione the note before Ron could grab it.
"Hermione, I did NOT write that, I swear!" Ron said as Hermione skimmed over the note. "Not one word!"
"Denial," muttered Danielle.
Hermione glanced again at the note, and then at Ron. "I believe you Ron," she said slowly. "Come on, let's get to breakfast."
They left, while people quoted the poem behind them.
And Harry and Draco laughed in the shadows.
~~~
At breakfast, Hermione read and reread the 'love letter'. "My eyes aren't blue, you know, Ron," Hermione said, laughing.
"I didn't write that!" said Ron crossly.
"I know, I know, I'm only joking," Hermione said, giggling. "Whoever wrote this has your talent for poetry!"
Ron looked upset. "My poetry isn't THAT bad. Not even at it's worst, really."
Hermione tried not to giggle anymore, and she smiled innocently. "You're just lucky I've 'forgotten' about that pretty pathetic excuse for a poem you had to write for Lockheart last year."
"Gah, don't remind me!" Ron said, as the memories of his Wagga Wagga Werewolf poem came back to haunt him.
After awhile, when breakfast was almost over, Hermione jumped up and nearly spilled her pumpkin juice. "How could I have been so stupid?" she said, "I can't believe I didn't realize it!"
"Sit down, Hermione," Ron said, watching as she started to pace angrily.
She did, reluctantly, and then said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Draco and Harry!"
"Of course!" Ron said, "Why didn't I think of that?"
Hermione returned to pacing. "I can't believe it . . . of course it was them, who else would it be? I mean, seriously. . . why couldn't I have seen it before??" She paused. "Although, this was one of their more ingenious plans."
"Hermione!" Ron sighed, "STOP PACING."
"Oh, right." She sat down again, but almost immediately jumped up again, "I just can't believe it totally slipped my mind, I mean, honestly, who else WOULD it be?"
Ron glanced around. A few people were starting to stare at Hermione and the last thing he wanted was for them to start talking about the letter again. "Hermione, please SIT DOWN."
Hermione did, and managed to stay in her seat. She was still fidgeting a lot, though, and kept muttering, "I can't BELIEVE . . . "
Neville kept looking confused. "First Draco and Harry, now Ron and Hermione? I'm so confused!"
Finally, just before they were leaving to go to Herbology, Hermione muttered, "But we'll get them back. Quidditch game tomorrow, by the way," She added. Ron nearly walked into a wall as he looked at her. 'Well, she sure changes topics quickly.'
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. Should be interesting. Our team's going to win, you know."
"In your dreams."
~~~
Hermione and Ron got to Herbology a few minutes early, and noted that both Harry and Draco were suspiciously absent from the class at the minute.
"They're probably going to wait until the last minute to come," grumped Hermione, crossing her arms as she and Ron walked into Greenhouse 2, which housed exotic, but friendly plants.
"That," agreed Ron, "Or they found a broom closet and got a bit, um, sidetracked!"
Hermione looked shocked for a moment, "I never expected you to say that, Ron!" But then she grinned evilly and said, "Yeah, with Snape!"
"Hermione! Ew!" Ron said. Other people were starting to arrive, and they were all smiling at the two of them. Hermione glared.
"Excuse me," she said, a touch coldly, "But Ron and I are not going out. We are friends."
Of course, this didn't help much, as they went back to the, 'in denial' talk. Hermione sighed, and so did Ron.
"I'll kill Harry and Draco, so help me, I will, some day," muttered Ron. But then again, war was war.
"Actually," said Hermione who was thinking just that, "We should just get even with them. And I think another game of truth or dare is in order. In a slightly smaller group, but everyone needs to be watching . . ."
"How do you propose that we go about doing that?"
"Hmm. Strip something. Strip poker, followed by Truth or Dare. Or something. I'll come up with SOMETHING," Hermione said fiercely.
It was at this moment that Harry and Draco chose to show up. Hermione and Ron smiled at them and walked over to them. Ron produced the note.
"What," he said, "Is this about?"
"War's war," replied Draco simply, "And I do think this is considered a battle won for us . . ."
"Yes, well," Hermione groaned, "So you DID write this?"
"Yes."
"Figures. Didn't think anyone could come up with worse poetry than Ron."
"Hey!" cried out Draco and Ron at the same time.
Hermione simply smiled innocently. "But don't worry. I'm sure you can still do much worse." Then, to avoid bloodshed, she changed the topic quickly. "But, about the Quidditch game tomorrow, I hope you're ready to lose again, boys?" She smiled sweetly at Draco and Ron.
"Sorry, Mione, but this time . . . we aim to win," Ron said.
"Aiming to win is all you can do," replied Harry quickly, but he grinned. "I can't wait! It's going to be so much fun!"
"Remember," Draco said, "Loser wears dress to Hogsmeade."
"Yeah, speaking of which," Harry said, "We should consider getting some new dresses as well. Everyone has already seen them!"
Ron and Hermione burst out laughing, and then so did Draco. Harry grinned as Professor Sprout bustled into the Greenhouse, and then they all had to get to work.
~~~
Quidditch fun tomorrow, yay! Who do you think will win?? Now, for a dream! Yeah! This dream's gonna be one of the longer ones, and also, is partly a song fic. The second song can be found on lycos, just search for 'Jayhawks' and listen to 'I'm going to make you love me.' It's a good song.
Oh, and, like, TOTAL sap/mush moments in this dream.
~~~
Draco and Harry said good night to each other, and closed the curtains around their beds. They intended to get a good nights sleep for tomorrows game. After awhile, however, Draco called out to Harry, "What are you humming?"
Immediately, the humming stopped, and Harry said, "Sorry."
Draco shook his head, but Harry couldn't see that. "No, I just wanted to know what it was. It sounded cool."
"Oh." Harry paused. "I dunno exactly, since my cousin, Dudley was listening to it over the summer and that's about all I know. I can sing it rather well, considering Dudley only played it like every minute of the day."
"Really?" Draco looked interested, but Harry couldn't see that either. "Come and sing it for me?"
Harry blushed a little, at the prospect of singing for someone. "Oh . . . I'm not that good, though."
"Nonsense, come on."
Harry crept out of his bed and onto Draco's. Draco even placed a silencing charm around the bed, so that Harry didn't have to worry about anyone else hearing him.
"Ok, then, promise not to laugh?" Harry said. Draco nodded, and arranged the pillows on his bed so he could sit with them against the wall, and he pulled Harry to sit next to him.
"I promise," Draco said, and put his head on Harry's shoulder. "Whenever you feel like singing, go ahead."
He could feel Harry nod. The next minute, Harry began to sing. He was really quite good at singing - not perfect, but still really good. " 'Well I know your name/ Takes you back from where you came/ Your words, they shone/ Sometimes its real to be alone/ So real to be alone. ' "
Draco closed his eyes and listened to Harry's voice. " 'I survive, it's true/ But when I get close to June/ Alright, ok, it's just two hearts that make us pay/ Two hearts that make us pay' "
He smiled to himself as he continued to listen to Harry sing, and slowly, he began drifting off to sleep, as Harry continued to sing, now singing louder and more confident, but also sounding just as clear and sure as before. " I-yi-yi-I'm lonely' " Harry sang.
Draco felt himself starting to sleep as Harry continued to sing on.
(You guessed it, time for the dream. Tada, this is now the dream.)
From somewhere, dimly, Draco could hear someone singing. It sounded like Harry, except it was a new song. " 'The world never ends/ It's only the beginning/ And we can't pretend/ To discover it's meaning// We talked for hours on end/ And then when I came to my senses/ you're more than a friend/ You're my perfect lover' "
Draco sighed contently; the voice seemed to give him such a sense of calm; he felt perfectly at ease.
Slowly, as if he was seeing it through someone else's eyes, Draco watched Harry come up to his dream self.
" 'I'm never going to be all you want me to/ But that's all right' "
Harry was talking to his dream self, and they were smiling, and laughing together.
" 'I'm going to make you love me/ I'm going to dry your tears/ And we're going to stay together/ For a million years' "
Draco felt so incredibly calm; he relaxed even as he watched Harry slowly begin to undress his dream-self. The way Harry gave lingering touch to ever inch of his body, that Harry was so gentle right now, made him just feel like he was floating.
" 'It's the least I can do/ Just to make you my baby/ No words could describe/ Pinch me I'm dreaming/ Your hairs long and black/ As it lays 'cross my pillow/ When I stare in your eyes/ I get lost in your glory' "
Harry was now pushing him gently to the bed, laying them both down, just ever so slowly.
Ever so carefully Harry lay down on Draco, so that they could stare at each other. And then, slowly, Harry shifted so that he was positioned to enter Draco.
" 'I'm never going to be all you want me to/ But that's all right' ''
Together, they moved, in time to the song, yet so slow, fast, and yet slow. Fast and slow. Over and over again.
" 'I'm going to make you love me/ I'm going to dry your tears/ and we're going to stay together/ for a million years' "
With hardly anything but a little flash of light, Draco woke up. Drowsily, he noticed he was still on Harry's shoulder. He shifted around a little, and gracefully moved Harry next to him, pulling him close, and cuddling up to him.
He went back to sleep, as he heard Harry singing under his breath, "And we're going to stay together/ For a million years.' "
~~~
Yup, major sap moment. Don't kill me; I think it was cute! XD But if you guys REALLY don't like sap, tell me, and I'll make sure not to overload on it or anything =p
It was early. Very early. We're talking, five am early. Maybe even a bit earlier. Lisa Turpin, Hannah Abbott, Jessica Etchly, and Michelle O'lei were up very early. They were also the biggest gossips of the entire school, on a random note.
And when they happened to find the note on the chair, they couldn't help but read it.
And when it happened to be a note from 'Ron' to Hermione, they couldn't help but notice.
And when it happened to be a LOVE letter, they couldn't help but decided everyone else needed to know it.
So that is why, by the time a still-half-asleep Ron made his way downstairs, he was not prepared to hear everyone start talking to him at once.
"I had no CLUE you felt that way about here!" cried Anna, shaking her blonde hair. "I would have helped you two out!"
"It's so cute, I knew it all along!" squealed Amy and Jacklyn, both first years, together.
"What the bloody hell?" Ron muttered. "Scuse me, but what are you guys rambling about on this time?"
With air of one about to change someone's life, Hannah Abbott slowly presented Ron with the letter. "You wrote this for Hermione, and I guess you dropped it on the chair, but if you want we'll send it to Hermione for you."
"Write what?" And then Ron remembered the notes in class they had passed. 'That must be what they meant.' "Ah, it doesn't matter, really," he said.
Several people gasped. "What do you MEAN it doesn't matter?" Jessica said indigently, blue eyes flashing.
"Well, really, why would it?" Ron asked. 'Bloody insane, I swear. All we wrote were some notes about Draco and Harry. Maybe they mean we might want to look them over? I can't pretend to understand, that's for sure.'
"Really, Ron, after writing this all, I can't believe you wouldn't follow through on it," Lisa said, shaking her head sadly.
"Follow through on WHAT?" Ron said irritably. This was getting VERY annoying. "Give me that bloody note!"
"That's all it is to you, Ron? A bloody NOTE?" Lisa practically screeched. "I feel horrible for Hermione! I can't believe a GIT like you LIKES her!"
"What in the hell are you talking about?" replied Ron loudly, grabbing the note, and reading it, expecting to see his and Hermione's handwriting. Instead, all he saw was a lot of writing in what appeared to be his handwriting. He read it over, and turned white.
"You're so evil!" continued Lisa, as she ranted on and on and on. Ron grabbed her by the shoulders.
He looked her in the eye and said firmly, "I. Did. Not. Write. That."
Lisa calmed down, but glared at him. "Oh, sure, you didn't. Of COURSE not."
"I'm telling you, I DID NOT WRITE THAT."
"THEN WHO DID?"
"HOW SHOULD I KNOW?"
The others gathered around, to see what would happen. One of the guys nearby picked up the letter, and glanced at it. "You know, this handwriting really does look like yours, and the signature too."
"I think he's in denial," someone else piped up. "Poor guy."
"I am not in denial! I did not write this!" exclaimed Ron. "Look, I write really messy-like. ANYONE could copy my writing, easily."
"Don't bother denying it, Ron," grinned Seamus, "We'll tell Hermione when she comes down."
"But I don't like her!" groaned Ron. 'How many times do I have to say this? Where is Harry anyway? He can admit I didn't write this! Bloody hell!'
"Don't like who?" came a voice. Ron groaned even more as he turned around to see Hermione, who had just entered the room, and snuck up behind him,
"Erm, hello Hermione. Come on, let's go get breakfast now . . ." Ron said, nervously, trying to get out of the room.
"Isn't that cute? They're going to eat together!" squealed the girl with purple eyes and black hair, who found the whole situation VERY amusing.
"We ALWAYS eat together," grumbled Ron, while Hermione looked confused.
"Why wouldn't we eat together?" she said. "We do always eat together."
"Yeah," agreed Lisa, "But we didn't realize . . . we didn't know . . ."
"Know what?" Hermione said, glancing at Ron, who was glaring at Lisa.
"Here! Ron wrote this for you!" Lisa handed Hermione the note before Ron could grab it.
"Hermione, I did NOT write that, I swear!" Ron said as Hermione skimmed over the note. "Not one word!"
"Denial," muttered Danielle.
Hermione glanced again at the note, and then at Ron. "I believe you Ron," she said slowly. "Come on, let's get to breakfast."
They left, while people quoted the poem behind them.
And Harry and Draco laughed in the shadows.
~~~
At breakfast, Hermione read and reread the 'love letter'. "My eyes aren't blue, you know, Ron," Hermione said, laughing.
"I didn't write that!" said Ron crossly.
"I know, I know, I'm only joking," Hermione said, giggling. "Whoever wrote this has your talent for poetry!"
Ron looked upset. "My poetry isn't THAT bad. Not even at it's worst, really."
Hermione tried not to giggle anymore, and she smiled innocently. "You're just lucky I've 'forgotten' about that pretty pathetic excuse for a poem you had to write for Lockheart last year."
"Gah, don't remind me!" Ron said, as the memories of his Wagga Wagga Werewolf poem came back to haunt him.
After awhile, when breakfast was almost over, Hermione jumped up and nearly spilled her pumpkin juice. "How could I have been so stupid?" she said, "I can't believe I didn't realize it!"
"Sit down, Hermione," Ron said, watching as she started to pace angrily.
She did, reluctantly, and then said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Draco and Harry!"
"Of course!" Ron said, "Why didn't I think of that?"
Hermione returned to pacing. "I can't believe it . . . of course it was them, who else would it be? I mean, seriously. . . why couldn't I have seen it before??" She paused. "Although, this was one of their more ingenious plans."
"Hermione!" Ron sighed, "STOP PACING."
"Oh, right." She sat down again, but almost immediately jumped up again, "I just can't believe it totally slipped my mind, I mean, honestly, who else WOULD it be?"
Ron glanced around. A few people were starting to stare at Hermione and the last thing he wanted was for them to start talking about the letter again. "Hermione, please SIT DOWN."
Hermione did, and managed to stay in her seat. She was still fidgeting a lot, though, and kept muttering, "I can't BELIEVE . . . "
Neville kept looking confused. "First Draco and Harry, now Ron and Hermione? I'm so confused!"
Finally, just before they were leaving to go to Herbology, Hermione muttered, "But we'll get them back. Quidditch game tomorrow, by the way," She added. Ron nearly walked into a wall as he looked at her. 'Well, she sure changes topics quickly.'
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. Should be interesting. Our team's going to win, you know."
"In your dreams."
~~~
Hermione and Ron got to Herbology a few minutes early, and noted that both Harry and Draco were suspiciously absent from the class at the minute.
"They're probably going to wait until the last minute to come," grumped Hermione, crossing her arms as she and Ron walked into Greenhouse 2, which housed exotic, but friendly plants.
"That," agreed Ron, "Or they found a broom closet and got a bit, um, sidetracked!"
Hermione looked shocked for a moment, "I never expected you to say that, Ron!" But then she grinned evilly and said, "Yeah, with Snape!"
"Hermione! Ew!" Ron said. Other people were starting to arrive, and they were all smiling at the two of them. Hermione glared.
"Excuse me," she said, a touch coldly, "But Ron and I are not going out. We are friends."
Of course, this didn't help much, as they went back to the, 'in denial' talk. Hermione sighed, and so did Ron.
"I'll kill Harry and Draco, so help me, I will, some day," muttered Ron. But then again, war was war.
"Actually," said Hermione who was thinking just that, "We should just get even with them. And I think another game of truth or dare is in order. In a slightly smaller group, but everyone needs to be watching . . ."
"How do you propose that we go about doing that?"
"Hmm. Strip something. Strip poker, followed by Truth or Dare. Or something. I'll come up with SOMETHING," Hermione said fiercely.
It was at this moment that Harry and Draco chose to show up. Hermione and Ron smiled at them and walked over to them. Ron produced the note.
"What," he said, "Is this about?"
"War's war," replied Draco simply, "And I do think this is considered a battle won for us . . ."
"Yes, well," Hermione groaned, "So you DID write this?"
"Yes."
"Figures. Didn't think anyone could come up with worse poetry than Ron."
"Hey!" cried out Draco and Ron at the same time.
Hermione simply smiled innocently. "But don't worry. I'm sure you can still do much worse." Then, to avoid bloodshed, she changed the topic quickly. "But, about the Quidditch game tomorrow, I hope you're ready to lose again, boys?" She smiled sweetly at Draco and Ron.
"Sorry, Mione, but this time . . . we aim to win," Ron said.
"Aiming to win is all you can do," replied Harry quickly, but he grinned. "I can't wait! It's going to be so much fun!"
"Remember," Draco said, "Loser wears dress to Hogsmeade."
"Yeah, speaking of which," Harry said, "We should consider getting some new dresses as well. Everyone has already seen them!"
Ron and Hermione burst out laughing, and then so did Draco. Harry grinned as Professor Sprout bustled into the Greenhouse, and then they all had to get to work.
~~~
Quidditch fun tomorrow, yay! Who do you think will win?? Now, for a dream! Yeah! This dream's gonna be one of the longer ones, and also, is partly a song fic. The second song can be found on lycos, just search for 'Jayhawks' and listen to 'I'm going to make you love me.' It's a good song.
Oh, and, like, TOTAL sap/mush moments in this dream.
~~~
Draco and Harry said good night to each other, and closed the curtains around their beds. They intended to get a good nights sleep for tomorrows game. After awhile, however, Draco called out to Harry, "What are you humming?"
Immediately, the humming stopped, and Harry said, "Sorry."
Draco shook his head, but Harry couldn't see that. "No, I just wanted to know what it was. It sounded cool."
"Oh." Harry paused. "I dunno exactly, since my cousin, Dudley was listening to it over the summer and that's about all I know. I can sing it rather well, considering Dudley only played it like every minute of the day."
"Really?" Draco looked interested, but Harry couldn't see that either. "Come and sing it for me?"
Harry blushed a little, at the prospect of singing for someone. "Oh . . . I'm not that good, though."
"Nonsense, come on."
Harry crept out of his bed and onto Draco's. Draco even placed a silencing charm around the bed, so that Harry didn't have to worry about anyone else hearing him.
"Ok, then, promise not to laugh?" Harry said. Draco nodded, and arranged the pillows on his bed so he could sit with them against the wall, and he pulled Harry to sit next to him.
"I promise," Draco said, and put his head on Harry's shoulder. "Whenever you feel like singing, go ahead."
He could feel Harry nod. The next minute, Harry began to sing. He was really quite good at singing - not perfect, but still really good. " 'Well I know your name/ Takes you back from where you came/ Your words, they shone/ Sometimes its real to be alone/ So real to be alone. ' "
Draco closed his eyes and listened to Harry's voice. " 'I survive, it's true/ But when I get close to June/ Alright, ok, it's just two hearts that make us pay/ Two hearts that make us pay' "
He smiled to himself as he continued to listen to Harry sing, and slowly, he began drifting off to sleep, as Harry continued to sing, now singing louder and more confident, but also sounding just as clear and sure as before. " I-yi-yi-I'm lonely' " Harry sang.
Draco felt himself starting to sleep as Harry continued to sing on.
(You guessed it, time for the dream. Tada, this is now the dream.)
From somewhere, dimly, Draco could hear someone singing. It sounded like Harry, except it was a new song. " 'The world never ends/ It's only the beginning/ And we can't pretend/ To discover it's meaning// We talked for hours on end/ And then when I came to my senses/ you're more than a friend/ You're my perfect lover' "
Draco sighed contently; the voice seemed to give him such a sense of calm; he felt perfectly at ease.
Slowly, as if he was seeing it through someone else's eyes, Draco watched Harry come up to his dream self.
" 'I'm never going to be all you want me to/ But that's all right' "
Harry was talking to his dream self, and they were smiling, and laughing together.
" 'I'm going to make you love me/ I'm going to dry your tears/ And we're going to stay together/ For a million years' "
Draco felt so incredibly calm; he relaxed even as he watched Harry slowly begin to undress his dream-self. The way Harry gave lingering touch to ever inch of his body, that Harry was so gentle right now, made him just feel like he was floating.
" 'It's the least I can do/ Just to make you my baby/ No words could describe/ Pinch me I'm dreaming/ Your hairs long and black/ As it lays 'cross my pillow/ When I stare in your eyes/ I get lost in your glory' "
Harry was now pushing him gently to the bed, laying them both down, just ever so slowly.
Ever so carefully Harry lay down on Draco, so that they could stare at each other. And then, slowly, Harry shifted so that he was positioned to enter Draco.
" 'I'm never going to be all you want me to/ But that's all right' ''
Together, they moved, in time to the song, yet so slow, fast, and yet slow. Fast and slow. Over and over again.
" 'I'm going to make you love me/ I'm going to dry your tears/ and we're going to stay together/ for a million years' "
With hardly anything but a little flash of light, Draco woke up. Drowsily, he noticed he was still on Harry's shoulder. He shifted around a little, and gracefully moved Harry next to him, pulling him close, and cuddling up to him.
He went back to sleep, as he heard Harry singing under his breath, "And we're going to stay together/ For a million years.' "
~~~
Yup, major sap moment. Don't kill me; I think it was cute! XD But if you guys REALLY don't like sap, tell me, and I'll make sure not to overload on it or anything =p