TITLE: The Land of Desire
AUTHOR: MinnGirl
PAIRING: Harry/Draco
RATING: PG for now. Will most likely go up in later chapters.
SUMMARY: What would happen if you could travel into the Mirror of Erised and live out your deepest desires? Would it be everything that you expected? Harry and Draco are about to find out.
DISCLAIMER: The characters are not mine; they all belong to J.K. Rowling. Who is an absolute genius for giving us such great characters to play around with for a little while.
CHAPTER TWO
Mysteries and Letters
Before either realized what was happening, they were falling into the mirror…and out through the other side…
Or seemed to. Harry didn't hear or feel the mirror break like he was expecting. When he opened his eyes, he was laying on top of Malfoy, his head buried in the other boy's chest. It was as if they had just bounced off of the mirror; of the image Harry had seen right before it happened.
Draco however, couldn't see the source of the pressure on his body. "Whoever you are, get the hell off me," he growled.
Harry was suddenly aware of (and extremely thankful for) the fact that he was still invisible. Malfoy didn't know that Harry had seen his deepest desire and Harry wanted to keep it that way. He jumped off of Malfoy, clutching the invisibility cloak protectively around his body. He then bolted out of the room. He paid no heed to the fact that Filch could come around a corner at any moment. He ran the whole way back to his dorm, and didn't stop until he had closed the door behind him and had leaped into his bed, stuffing his cloak under his mattress.
If Malfoy ever found out that Harry had been watching him, he would surely hunt him down and end his life in one swift flick of his wand. Then Harry remembered what he had seen. Maybe instead of killing Harry, he would just pin him down…and kiss him. As the thought occurred to Harry, he expected the repulsion he had felt earlier, when looking into the mirror, to return. Instead, he was surprised to feel a smile creep onto his lips at the very prospect of Malfoy kissing him.
I must be more sleep deprived than I thought, were Harry's last thoughts before he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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After whoever…or whatever…had been on top of Draco jumped off and fled the room, he got up and brushed off his robes. As he did so, he glanced once more at the strange mirror and saw…himself. Only himself.
Must have messed it up when me and…whatever…bounced off it. God I just hope it wasn't Peeves. I would never hear the end of it if he saw what I had been staring at.
He made his way to the door, and then continued silently and carefully down the hall towards the dungeons. It didn't occur to him, until he was climbing through the entrance to the Slytherin common room, that if a ghost were to land on him, he wouldn't have felt it. He also suspected that if a ghost came near him, he would have felt quite cold. Whoever had been on top of him had been pleasantly warm. As that thought led to him thinking of exactly which warm body he would have wanted on top of him, he forgot to be concerned with the mystery person in the room. He climbed into his bed and pulled the curtains closed, falling asleep with a faint smile on his lips.
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The next morning, Draco woke up late. In fact, when he pulled back the curtains, all the other boys seemed to be gone from his dorm already.
Strange, Crabbe and Goyle usually make sure I never sleep in, he thought as he quickly pulled on some robes and swept his fingers through his hair. He was so preoccupied with trying to pull himself together that he ran right into the post of one of the beds as he was hopping around trying to tie his shoe. He fell backwards and found himself staring at the ceiling. As he slowly sat back up with a moan, he noticed there were more beds in the dorm than there had been the previous morning. He knew it didn't make any sense. Who would move some extra beds into the dorm? He wasn't able to give it much thought, because it was then that he looked at his watch and saw that breakfast had started 15 minutes ago.
He snagged his tie off the back of his desk chair and raced out of the room. He ran into the Great Hall and immediately headed over to Crabbe and Goyle at the Slytherin table.
"You idiots! You aren't supposed to let me sleep that late," he yelled, piercing them both with a glare.
Crabbe and Goyle looked from Draco, to each other, then back to Draco. "What? Why can't you get yourself up?" Goyle said, standing up and stepping closer to Draco. "Why would you ever think that it was our job?" He was now towering a whole foot over Draco, and it was at that moment that Draco realized he had no more control over those two. They had never questioned him, let alone stand up to him.
What the hell is going on? thought Draco, as he said, "Sorry, just kidding. Guess I shouldn't have stayed out so late last night. Just a little tired and snappy is all." Wait, did I just apologize to Goyle? Seriously, what is going on here?
He looked at the other people sitting near his two former assistants. He knew almost all of them of course, except he did see two faces he didn't recognize at first. Then the names popped into his head: Graham Miller and Roger Hupley. They had been children of friends of his father's. Hadn't they gone to Durmstrang?
He sat down across from Crabbe and next to Graham. As he was contemplating the likeliness of two of his former friends moving back to Hogwarts overnight, hence the extra beds, he glanced over at the Gryffindor table. He saw Harry sitting next to the Weasel, but for some reason, the Mudblood was seated down the table farther, talking to some other girls.
That's different. They're always together. What had finally split up the trio?
He looked back at the boys sitting near him and noticed something even more odd. They weren't all hanging on every word that he was…or was not rather…saying. In fact they were hardly even looking at him. It was as if they didn't know who he was. Wait, that wasn't quite true either. They knew who he was, they just didn't care.
He started to gulp down his breakfast as fast as he could. He needed to get away and try to figure out how things had changed so much in one night. As he took a sip of his pumpkin juice, he once again found himself looking across the room at Harry. He was petting an owl, and opening up a letter. He smiled expectantly as he unfolded it, but as he read through it, then finally glanced down at the bottom, Draco saw Harry drop the letter and turn white. He uttered a silent cry and then fell backwards out of his chair.
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Hey guys, sorry this was so short and just made things more confusing. I don't have the energy to write more right now. I am going to try to get it updated really fast, and since I have 6 hours to do play at work tomorrow, I might write the next chapter. But after that, I need to go out of town for a friend's funeral, so it will be a few days. L
And thanks to all those who reviewed my previous chapter!! You make me smile and work harder to write new chapters!
Amethyst: I am going to use my Author powers a tiny bit, but I promise I will explain how the mirror thing happened in a little while. It will all make sense in the end!!
Kimmy: Thanks for reviewing this and "Do You Believe in Stars"!!
MistWalker: I hope it stays interesting for you. As you can see it did not take them to MWPP days. But that does sound intriguing.
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BabyPufoo: Here you go, and thanks! I tried to hurry!
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