Author's Note: I promise real boy smut is on the way. Please forgive my sad
excuse of trying to add plot. I hope its ok. By the way, I unfortunately
have an account at adultfanfction.net now... yeah... *sad face*
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And so the search was one. Draco and Hermione spent every spare moment attempting to find some trace of the book. They soon discovered its rather hard to find a copy of a book that hasn't been printed for three hundred years. Several days had passed that consisted of hopeless searching.
Meanwhile, things had been the same for Draco. True, Crabbe and Goyle were leaving him alone, but a majority of the Slytherins seemed to be as well. It was hard for Draco, the boy who use to rule Slytherin, to suddenly just be another student. Many avoided Draco based on past experiences with him. One didn't jump to befriend some one who had threatened them. Well, except Potter and company it seemed...
It was still odd to Draco how they all had just seemed to fall into a routine with each other. Draco and Ron managed to put up with each other for at least twenty minutes now without falling into name calling. Hermione , surprisingly, seemed to insist on having moments with him. Working in the library, studying for classes together. She had secretly admitted to him that she needed a new study partner for potions, Harry and Ron not being overly genius in that class.
And Harry... well Harry was a whole different story. Harry was more than a friend. Harry some how made Draco more comfortable with everything. Harry didn't judge, and rarely made fun of something you did. With Harry, it felt like Draco could be different. Harry didn't hit him on the back of the head if he said something stupid. Harry didn't demand perfection out of him. Draco found it hard to breath around him. His mind flooded with his dreams when ever Harry spoke. Harry's mere presence was enough for Draco's heart to beat faster.
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Draco finally found the book in Knockturn Alley but had to place it on order. Finally, after a week, an owl dropped off the large package.
Draco ran down to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Yes?", the portrait asked, eyeing him warily. She didn't trust the Slytherin and hated that he came down so often.
"Hey, could you call for Hermione for me please? I have a package for her...", Draco asked, shuffling from foot to foot.
The portrait choked, fanning her self with her hand. "Gods boy, I didn't need to know..."
Draco stared in horror at what the lady thought he had meant, but before he could correct her, the portrait swung open.
"Harry?"
"Oh, hey Draco. Hermione is off some where. What is it?", Harry asked, leaning against the door frame. Draco tried not to stare at the other boy's slender hip as he swayed them unconsciously side to side. Harry slim fingers drummed along the brick, moving gracefully. Draco shut his eyes for a second, trying to focus.
"Could you give this to Hermione for me?", Draco said, handing the thick book over to Harry. Harry grabbed the book , his fingers brushing over Draco's. Harry eyes' scanned the title. "What's this for Draco?"
"Hermione will know... thanks Harry." , Draco tried not run his fingers over where Harry had touched him.
"No problem Draco.", Harry said, smiling down at him. Harry pulled the book up under his arm taking a step back from the entrance. Draco watched Harry slink backwards ,without realizing it Harry licked over his top lip. Draco quickly waved good bye before turning stiffly and walking down the hall way.
"Wrong way Draco..."
"Of course!... *what was I thinking*", Draco mumbled, turning and walking off. Harry smiled at Draco's back as he walked away. Sighing to himself, Harry stepped back into the common room. Gods, why is that boy so beautiful...
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Later that day Hermione searched the hallways for Draco desperately. Finally spotting him by himself. Hermione ran up, pulling Draco to the side. Ignoring his questioning, Hermione pulled him into the closest class room.
"Draco, what exactly have you been dreaming?", Hermione asked, a hint of desperation coming through her usually calm tone.
"Why?", Draco asked, a blush spreading over his face. He tried to quickly silence his mind which was screaming every worst case scenario at him. Hermione hurried over to a desk, throwing her self down into a seat and began flipping through the pages. Draco sat by her, trying to calm his rate of breathing. She was scaring him. What was going on?
"The conditions of your dreams,", Hermione read from the book, " depends on one other besides your self. Joining two people's dreams to form one shared vision...
Draco, the potion combined your dreams with some one else's. It says here that what ever you dreamt, or are still dreaming, the other person dreamed as well. This potion has many purposes. Not only is it a sleep aide... and well mind altering drug in some cases....", Hermione added, frowning to her self, " This potion can, and is used to, bring two people together. Its a very crude way to find one's soul mate..."
Suddenly the pounding in Draco's ears, was it his heart? became too much. Draco stood up abruptly from the table, knocking his seat over.
"Draco, are you ok?"
"I... I can't breathe...", Draco gasped, his hands ringing around his neck. Draco's eyes unsteadily scanned the room, the chest heaving with panic.
"I got to... I have to.. I need to go 'Mione."
"But Draco! What were your dreams?"
Draco shook his head, backing swiftly out of the room. Hermione jumped up and ran out to follow, by Draco was quickly disappearing in a mass of students traveling down the hallway.
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Draco walked through the hallways feeling lost. Lost and small. Insignificant even. Nothing he would have felt before.... before everything changed.
This couldn't be happening. Draco stumbled through the people crowding the hallways, wringing the front of his shirt in his hands. Draco struggled to get a deep, steady breath. "I need air," Draco thought, "I'm suffocating." His feet instantly turned to carry him towards the owl's tower.
Draco wiped angrily at a tear as he pushed the door open. Slipping inside the room, Draco walked over towards the window. Draco leaned against the window sill, closing his eyes and breathing in the breeze coming through. It was fall and everything smelled fresh and hot. A sob racked Draco's body as he smiled against the breeze.
"Draco?"
Draco jumped, turning around to see a pair of emerald eyes staring at him. Draco opened his mouth but was lost at words and couldn't move. Harry was so close to him, within an two feet. Harry looked unbelievably good. He was slightly tan from Quidditch practice, his hair swaying in the breeze. Harry was wearing a faded blue t shirt that some how managed to highlight the color of his eyes. He was wearing old, comfortable looking blue jeans and some well worn trainers. Some how Harry managed to make the most common every day apparel drop dead gorgeous on him. How Draco longed to feel what clothes like that felt like. What Harry's clothes felt like on him...
"Draco, what are you doing up here? What's wrong?", Harry asked, suddenly noticing the wet streaks running down Draco's cheeks.
"I needed air...", Draco whispered, stepping back against the wall, feeling pinned by Harry's stare. "Why are you up here?"
"To send a letter... but what's wrong Draco?", Harry asked, resting a hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco pulled away from the touch, inwardly wanting to prolong any contact. But it felt like he was about panic... that or burst out in tears. And Draco didn't want either witnessed. Draco quickly stepped to the side, trying to escape. If he could just make it to the door...
Harry stopped him from fleeing, pinning him against the wall with his arms. Draco buried his face in harry's chest in frustration. He could feel the tears brimming over his eyes. Gods, don't let Harry see this. Suddenly a sob racked Draco's body, shaking him in Harry's arms.
"Please Harry, let me go." Draco's face turned up to meet Harry's. harry let go of one of his arms, his rand rising up to Draco's face. Harry ran his fingertips softly against the bruises covering his cheek. Draco leaned into the touch closing his eyes. Harry's fingers gently cupped his face, running his thumb over his cheek bone.
"Why can't dreams be simple..." Harry's fingers stilled as Draco whispered this. Draco looked up into Harry's eyes, searching for some sense of recognition. Some sign that he had those dreams too.
Harry went to take a step back , but before he could Draco's freed arm wrapped around his slim waist. Draco pulled Harry against him, brushing his lips against Harry's. Draco's grip tightened on Harry even though the other boy seemed not to be struggling. Draco moaned against Harry's mouth as he softly kissed him. Draco pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily. Draco waited for Harry to pull away, to yell at him. Suddenly Harry pushed him against the wall, the hand that was cupping his cheek went to the back of his head as he kissed Draco. Harry shivered against Draco's body, running his tongue over Draco's lip.
Harry's eyes were closed as he kissed him. A blush spreading over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Draco pulled away from the tender kiss, studying Harry's face. Harry took a step back, his eyes staring at the floor. A pained look flashed across Harry's face.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"No Draco, my fault. Oh god...", Harry didn't let Draco finish. He had meant to apologize for everything he's ever done to hurt him, but Harry though he meant the kiss. No, Draco thought, I'd never apologize for the kiss. Harry clasped his hand over his mouth, his breathing shaky. Suddenly Draco grabbed Harry in his arms, pulling him back into his embrace. Harry froze as Draco kissed him. Harry's thoughts were silenced as Draco ran his hands over Harry's back, Draco pressing his body against him.
Draco stopped the kiss, burying his face into Harry neck. "See you later Harry...", Draco whisper against him. Before Harry could respond, Draco had already pulled him self off of him and walked bounding down the stairs. Hedwig hooted impatiently as Harry stood holding a forgotten letter, tasting Draco on his lips.
(there you go. new chapter, and finally some "real" action. I hope nothing is spelled to horribly, I realy don't have time right now to check it. IF its too bad, I'm sorry, I'll come back and work on it if too many hate me.)
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And so the search was one. Draco and Hermione spent every spare moment attempting to find some trace of the book. They soon discovered its rather hard to find a copy of a book that hasn't been printed for three hundred years. Several days had passed that consisted of hopeless searching.
Meanwhile, things had been the same for Draco. True, Crabbe and Goyle were leaving him alone, but a majority of the Slytherins seemed to be as well. It was hard for Draco, the boy who use to rule Slytherin, to suddenly just be another student. Many avoided Draco based on past experiences with him. One didn't jump to befriend some one who had threatened them. Well, except Potter and company it seemed...
It was still odd to Draco how they all had just seemed to fall into a routine with each other. Draco and Ron managed to put up with each other for at least twenty minutes now without falling into name calling. Hermione , surprisingly, seemed to insist on having moments with him. Working in the library, studying for classes together. She had secretly admitted to him that she needed a new study partner for potions, Harry and Ron not being overly genius in that class.
And Harry... well Harry was a whole different story. Harry was more than a friend. Harry some how made Draco more comfortable with everything. Harry didn't judge, and rarely made fun of something you did. With Harry, it felt like Draco could be different. Harry didn't hit him on the back of the head if he said something stupid. Harry didn't demand perfection out of him. Draco found it hard to breath around him. His mind flooded with his dreams when ever Harry spoke. Harry's mere presence was enough for Draco's heart to beat faster.
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Draco finally found the book in Knockturn Alley but had to place it on order. Finally, after a week, an owl dropped off the large package.
Draco ran down to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Yes?", the portrait asked, eyeing him warily. She didn't trust the Slytherin and hated that he came down so often.
"Hey, could you call for Hermione for me please? I have a package for her...", Draco asked, shuffling from foot to foot.
The portrait choked, fanning her self with her hand. "Gods boy, I didn't need to know..."
Draco stared in horror at what the lady thought he had meant, but before he could correct her, the portrait swung open.
"Harry?"
"Oh, hey Draco. Hermione is off some where. What is it?", Harry asked, leaning against the door frame. Draco tried not to stare at the other boy's slender hip as he swayed them unconsciously side to side. Harry slim fingers drummed along the brick, moving gracefully. Draco shut his eyes for a second, trying to focus.
"Could you give this to Hermione for me?", Draco said, handing the thick book over to Harry. Harry grabbed the book , his fingers brushing over Draco's. Harry eyes' scanned the title. "What's this for Draco?"
"Hermione will know... thanks Harry." , Draco tried not run his fingers over where Harry had touched him.
"No problem Draco.", Harry said, smiling down at him. Harry pulled the book up under his arm taking a step back from the entrance. Draco watched Harry slink backwards ,without realizing it Harry licked over his top lip. Draco quickly waved good bye before turning stiffly and walking down the hall way.
"Wrong way Draco..."
"Of course!... *what was I thinking*", Draco mumbled, turning and walking off. Harry smiled at Draco's back as he walked away. Sighing to himself, Harry stepped back into the common room. Gods, why is that boy so beautiful...
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Later that day Hermione searched the hallways for Draco desperately. Finally spotting him by himself. Hermione ran up, pulling Draco to the side. Ignoring his questioning, Hermione pulled him into the closest class room.
"Draco, what exactly have you been dreaming?", Hermione asked, a hint of desperation coming through her usually calm tone.
"Why?", Draco asked, a blush spreading over his face. He tried to quickly silence his mind which was screaming every worst case scenario at him. Hermione hurried over to a desk, throwing her self down into a seat and began flipping through the pages. Draco sat by her, trying to calm his rate of breathing. She was scaring him. What was going on?
"The conditions of your dreams,", Hermione read from the book, " depends on one other besides your self. Joining two people's dreams to form one shared vision...
Draco, the potion combined your dreams with some one else's. It says here that what ever you dreamt, or are still dreaming, the other person dreamed as well. This potion has many purposes. Not only is it a sleep aide... and well mind altering drug in some cases....", Hermione added, frowning to her self, " This potion can, and is used to, bring two people together. Its a very crude way to find one's soul mate..."
Suddenly the pounding in Draco's ears, was it his heart? became too much. Draco stood up abruptly from the table, knocking his seat over.
"Draco, are you ok?"
"I... I can't breathe...", Draco gasped, his hands ringing around his neck. Draco's eyes unsteadily scanned the room, the chest heaving with panic.
"I got to... I have to.. I need to go 'Mione."
"But Draco! What were your dreams?"
Draco shook his head, backing swiftly out of the room. Hermione jumped up and ran out to follow, by Draco was quickly disappearing in a mass of students traveling down the hallway.
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Draco walked through the hallways feeling lost. Lost and small. Insignificant even. Nothing he would have felt before.... before everything changed.
This couldn't be happening. Draco stumbled through the people crowding the hallways, wringing the front of his shirt in his hands. Draco struggled to get a deep, steady breath. "I need air," Draco thought, "I'm suffocating." His feet instantly turned to carry him towards the owl's tower.
Draco wiped angrily at a tear as he pushed the door open. Slipping inside the room, Draco walked over towards the window. Draco leaned against the window sill, closing his eyes and breathing in the breeze coming through. It was fall and everything smelled fresh and hot. A sob racked Draco's body as he smiled against the breeze.
"Draco?"
Draco jumped, turning around to see a pair of emerald eyes staring at him. Draco opened his mouth but was lost at words and couldn't move. Harry was so close to him, within an two feet. Harry looked unbelievably good. He was slightly tan from Quidditch practice, his hair swaying in the breeze. Harry was wearing a faded blue t shirt that some how managed to highlight the color of his eyes. He was wearing old, comfortable looking blue jeans and some well worn trainers. Some how Harry managed to make the most common every day apparel drop dead gorgeous on him. How Draco longed to feel what clothes like that felt like. What Harry's clothes felt like on him...
"Draco, what are you doing up here? What's wrong?", Harry asked, suddenly noticing the wet streaks running down Draco's cheeks.
"I needed air...", Draco whispered, stepping back against the wall, feeling pinned by Harry's stare. "Why are you up here?"
"To send a letter... but what's wrong Draco?", Harry asked, resting a hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco pulled away from the touch, inwardly wanting to prolong any contact. But it felt like he was about panic... that or burst out in tears. And Draco didn't want either witnessed. Draco quickly stepped to the side, trying to escape. If he could just make it to the door...
Harry stopped him from fleeing, pinning him against the wall with his arms. Draco buried his face in harry's chest in frustration. He could feel the tears brimming over his eyes. Gods, don't let Harry see this. Suddenly a sob racked Draco's body, shaking him in Harry's arms.
"Please Harry, let me go." Draco's face turned up to meet Harry's. harry let go of one of his arms, his rand rising up to Draco's face. Harry ran his fingertips softly against the bruises covering his cheek. Draco leaned into the touch closing his eyes. Harry's fingers gently cupped his face, running his thumb over his cheek bone.
"Why can't dreams be simple..." Harry's fingers stilled as Draco whispered this. Draco looked up into Harry's eyes, searching for some sense of recognition. Some sign that he had those dreams too.
Harry went to take a step back , but before he could Draco's freed arm wrapped around his slim waist. Draco pulled Harry against him, brushing his lips against Harry's. Draco's grip tightened on Harry even though the other boy seemed not to be struggling. Draco moaned against Harry's mouth as he softly kissed him. Draco pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily. Draco waited for Harry to pull away, to yell at him. Suddenly Harry pushed him against the wall, the hand that was cupping his cheek went to the back of his head as he kissed Draco. Harry shivered against Draco's body, running his tongue over Draco's lip.
Harry's eyes were closed as he kissed him. A blush spreading over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Draco pulled away from the tender kiss, studying Harry's face. Harry took a step back, his eyes staring at the floor. A pained look flashed across Harry's face.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"No Draco, my fault. Oh god...", Harry didn't let Draco finish. He had meant to apologize for everything he's ever done to hurt him, but Harry though he meant the kiss. No, Draco thought, I'd never apologize for the kiss. Harry clasped his hand over his mouth, his breathing shaky. Suddenly Draco grabbed Harry in his arms, pulling him back into his embrace. Harry froze as Draco kissed him. Harry's thoughts were silenced as Draco ran his hands over Harry's back, Draco pressing his body against him.
Draco stopped the kiss, burying his face into Harry neck. "See you later Harry...", Draco whisper against him. Before Harry could respond, Draco had already pulled him self off of him and walked bounding down the stairs. Hedwig hooted impatiently as Harry stood holding a forgotten letter, tasting Draco on his lips.
(there you go. new chapter, and finally some "real" action. I hope nothing is spelled to horribly, I realy don't have time right now to check it. IF its too bad, I'm sorry, I'll come back and work on it if too many hate me.)