The Darkness that Dreams Are Made Of
…And The Bud Of a True Love
As they walked side by side down the darkening hallways Harry had time to think. To pursue that line of thought, those words he had almost spoken to Draco before. Although he couldn't remember what he had been thinking at the time. His reverie, however, was shattered by a soft voice out of the corner of his mind.
"Harry?"
Harry missed not a stride, "What is it?" He whispered back.
Draco stopped in the middle of Harry's stride, forcing Harry to finsh before turning to face Draco, only a step apart yet so far.
"Harry, what were you going to say? When they pulled us apart you almost said something. Something I feel that must have been important."
"I…I'm not quite sure. I'm not even positive as to what I was thinking at that moment. I think I could work it out given time."
"Work it out now, think out loud, I want to hear what you were thinking at that moment. What you were going to say."
"Draco…." Harry sighed futilely and began, eyes clouding over as he plunged into his thoughts, "I was scared, so very scared and yet it was not completely because they were taking you away from me, but also to the fact of the way I felt, the way I reacted when they tried to take you away." Harry shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose where his glasses once rested.
"The way you felt?" Draco restated uncertainly.
"Yes….um…I think what I mean is that," Harry took a deep breath and started again, talking noticeable slower and deeper in thought, "when I'm with you Draco,there is this feeling, or better described as a clashing of thoughts and…emotions. These feelings scare me more than anything else I have ever experienced before, they're something new, exotic and, completely forbidden." Harry began pacing the width of the hall, Draco watching him off to the side, "I want more than this, Draco. I want more than to be your protector, your big brother. I want to hold you and comfort you and tell you everything is alright even though it is not."
"You can do that now."
"Yes, but I want to talk to you and touch you, without you flinching away. I want to tell you, to spill into you, my heart and soul, and you to do so in return. More than protector. I want you to feel open and safe with me."
"You scare me sometimes."
"And you don't scare yourself sometimes Draco? Fear, we both have so much fear."
"And hatred."
Harry stopped pacing and looked at Draco, "Yes, much hatred as well. Pain too, although for different reasons."
Draco nodded softly.
Harry covered the distance between them and looked down into Draco's eyes. He blushed slightly and stammered forward, "I think…what I was going to tell you….is that…I think….I"
"It's ok Harry," Draco whispered softly, "I know, and feel the same of you."
"Can I keep you?" Harry asked feeling foolish but wanting to know Draco's true answer.
"Yes, I think, keep me forever and ever, until sun winks out and stars fall from the night sky."
They started walking again, Harry taking Draco's hand into his own and threading their fingers together.
"Draco, the stars already fall."
"Make a wish then."
"Who needs wishes?"