Chapter Four
**- Dream Room
Harry didn't know where he was. He was sure that he had never been there though. The room was blank. The four walls that surrounded him, matched the color of the ceiling and floor only changing when his eyes found the door. Then the color only went to a tad darker shade.
"Where am I?" He wondered Aloud. A hand grasped his shoulder and he turned around confusedly. Harry's eyes made a connection with someone else's. He tried to break eye contact but couldn't as he got lost in their eyes.
As the realization of who Harry was watching hit him, he wondered why their face wasn't covered in a snicker or why they hadn't made a snide remark yet. None the less, Harry's hand automatically felt for his wand. The confusing thing was, was that Malfoy seemed to be thinking the same thing. Why couldn't they break eye contact?
What surprised Harry even more then Malfoy not being rude, was the feeling of hate and despise that usually plagued his heart - wasn't there. It just wasn't there.. Instead he felt a mixture of confusion and horror just like Hermoine had for that brief moment. Malfoy's eyes turned from a hazy gray to a light silver, making Harry's feelings increase. He searched Malfoy's face for some clue of hate but instead found alike feelings.
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Draco tossed around in the cushy chair he was cuddled in. Only to be somewhere else at the same time.
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He to was standing in a one colored room. He looked in front of him to see that someone else was with him. He touched the strangers shoulder. The boy turned to face him, and Draco wondered why he hadn't pulled back in disgust as he realized it was Potter. Instead all he did was stare.
Their eyes meant one of another's. Potter's eyes once again resembled an emerald green. Draco's eyes darted away from his face to where Potter usually held his wand. Nothing was there. Potter however seemed to think there was as he slowly grabbed at it. Again, they made eye contact. Draco searched his heart for the slightest trace of disgust or hate only to find none. The only feeling he could find was confusion. By the look on Potter's face, he felt the same.
Draco wondered why he couldn't break himself from Potter's eyes. He was taught to hate Potter. Why wasn't he? Why couldn't he think of a snide remark at Harry's dispense? 'And when in the hell did I start calling Potter - Harry?!' All of his thoughts seemed to mix with one of another into a bigger blur of confusion.
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Suddenly the two boys weren't a foot apart, but an inch. Unconsciously they had moved closer until they were almost nose to nose. Almost as suddenly as they had moved before, they did it again. Only this time they were touching. Harry's lips touched Draco's and Draco's did the same. The kiss was light at first, until one of the boys deepened it. Draco was quite sure it hadn't been him moving but Harry.
Harry was quite sure that it hadn't been him moving - but Draco. All common sense seemed to disappear and all thoughts ceased. They could taste each other as the kiss continued hungrily…
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Authors Note: Dun, dun, dun. I love being evil. Lol.. Anyway, See - guess what? - this time I even spent Author right! Ugh! *Spelt* not Spent. I really need to lay off of the coffee. Another words I noticed that glitch on chap. Three. Oh well…! (Something to think about: Was that the Dream Room? [doh] Were Draco and Harry kissing against their will or not?)
**- Dream Room
Harry didn't know where he was. He was sure that he had never been there though. The room was blank. The four walls that surrounded him, matched the color of the ceiling and floor only changing when his eyes found the door. Then the color only went to a tad darker shade.
"Where am I?" He wondered Aloud. A hand grasped his shoulder and he turned around confusedly. Harry's eyes made a connection with someone else's. He tried to break eye contact but couldn't as he got lost in their eyes.
As the realization of who Harry was watching hit him, he wondered why their face wasn't covered in a snicker or why they hadn't made a snide remark yet. None the less, Harry's hand automatically felt for his wand. The confusing thing was, was that Malfoy seemed to be thinking the same thing. Why couldn't they break eye contact?
What surprised Harry even more then Malfoy not being rude, was the feeling of hate and despise that usually plagued his heart - wasn't there. It just wasn't there.. Instead he felt a mixture of confusion and horror just like Hermoine had for that brief moment. Malfoy's eyes turned from a hazy gray to a light silver, making Harry's feelings increase. He searched Malfoy's face for some clue of hate but instead found alike feelings.
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Draco tossed around in the cushy chair he was cuddled in. Only to be somewhere else at the same time.
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He to was standing in a one colored room. He looked in front of him to see that someone else was with him. He touched the strangers shoulder. The boy turned to face him, and Draco wondered why he hadn't pulled back in disgust as he realized it was Potter. Instead all he did was stare.
Their eyes meant one of another's. Potter's eyes once again resembled an emerald green. Draco's eyes darted away from his face to where Potter usually held his wand. Nothing was there. Potter however seemed to think there was as he slowly grabbed at it. Again, they made eye contact. Draco searched his heart for the slightest trace of disgust or hate only to find none. The only feeling he could find was confusion. By the look on Potter's face, he felt the same.
Draco wondered why he couldn't break himself from Potter's eyes. He was taught to hate Potter. Why wasn't he? Why couldn't he think of a snide remark at Harry's dispense? 'And when in the hell did I start calling Potter - Harry?!' All of his thoughts seemed to mix with one of another into a bigger blur of confusion.
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Suddenly the two boys weren't a foot apart, but an inch. Unconsciously they had moved closer until they were almost nose to nose. Almost as suddenly as they had moved before, they did it again. Only this time they were touching. Harry's lips touched Draco's and Draco's did the same. The kiss was light at first, until one of the boys deepened it. Draco was quite sure it hadn't been him moving but Harry.
Harry was quite sure that it hadn't been him moving - but Draco. All common sense seemed to disappear and all thoughts ceased. They could taste each other as the kiss continued hungrily…
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Authors Note: Dun, dun, dun. I love being evil. Lol.. Anyway, See - guess what? - this time I even spent Author right! Ugh! *Spelt* not Spent. I really need to lay off of the coffee. Another words I noticed that glitch on chap. Three. Oh well…! (Something to think about: Was that the Dream Room? [doh] Were Draco and Harry kissing against their will or not?)