Chapter Six
**- All is fair in Love and War
Harry had debated about telling his friends that he didn't hate Draco anymore, but he wasn't sure what his feelings were. He knew they weren't hate, but if they weren't hate, what could they be? In the short term, Harry decided to only tell them that he had a dream with Malfoy in it and that they were really close. Not emotionally but physically.
"How could you dream something like that Harry?' Asked Ron again. "Blimey I'm disgusted about just thinking of it!"
"All is fair in love and war, Ron." If looks could kill, Hermoine would be dead. Ron gave her the most repulsed look ever known to Harry.
"Must have been bad juice." Harry mumbled, and he saw Ron give the same look he had given Hermoine to his goblet of juice.
"I.. Am going.. To puke!" Ron knocked over the chair next to him as he ran out of the great hall.
"So.. Harry, how close is close - precisely?" Asked Hermoine mockingly.
Harry blinked. "Err.. What do you mean?"
"I'm not stupid Harry." Harry suddenly became very fascinated in the ceiling above him, which was taking on the look of a cloudless spring day. At that Hermoine dropped the subject.
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Later that evening, when they were in the comfort of a crowded common room, Harry decided to level with Hermoine. Ron was in the owlery sending a letter, so now was the perfect time.
"Hermoine, you said you weren't stupid." Hermoine nodded.
"The thing is, that.. Well.. That dream? Draco knows."
Her eyes widened, with that bushy hair of hers she looked a little like she had just stuck her finger in a light socket. "What?"
"He knows. I don't know how, but I ran into him earlier.. And he knew." Harry knew how stupid he sounded, like Malfoy could read minds. "The dream felt so real Hermoine.."
Hermoine looked thoughtfully at Harry. "It could be a physic dream. Its when two people have the same dream. Its even more powerful in the wizarding world, and a lot of the times it feels like someone is sharing your dream.."
Harry nodded in response, and his eyes focused on the flames that flickered brightly in the fireplace. He wondered.. Had Draco been sharing his dream?
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His footsteps echoed in the empty corridors as he snuck to an unknown room. Ever sense last year, Harry had snuck into the room where they had held the "D.A" meetings for privacy. This certainly counted as one of those times for privacy. He couldn't hear himself think in that noisy Common room! Harry stopped in front of the wall and spoke. "I wish I had somewhere to think.." Suddenly a door appeared in front of him, and he entered. Little did he know, that it was already occupied.
**********Authors note: As you can tell [stands for someone's subconscious] mind thinking. And 'this is just regular thinking.' Just thought I'd clear that up. Anyway, I hope you like the story so far.
**- All is fair in Love and War
Harry had debated about telling his friends that he didn't hate Draco anymore, but he wasn't sure what his feelings were. He knew they weren't hate, but if they weren't hate, what could they be? In the short term, Harry decided to only tell them that he had a dream with Malfoy in it and that they were really close. Not emotionally but physically.
"How could you dream something like that Harry?' Asked Ron again. "Blimey I'm disgusted about just thinking of it!"
"All is fair in love and war, Ron." If looks could kill, Hermoine would be dead. Ron gave her the most repulsed look ever known to Harry.
"Must have been bad juice." Harry mumbled, and he saw Ron give the same look he had given Hermoine to his goblet of juice.
"I.. Am going.. To puke!" Ron knocked over the chair next to him as he ran out of the great hall.
"So.. Harry, how close is close - precisely?" Asked Hermoine mockingly.
Harry blinked. "Err.. What do you mean?"
"I'm not stupid Harry." Harry suddenly became very fascinated in the ceiling above him, which was taking on the look of a cloudless spring day. At that Hermoine dropped the subject.
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Later that evening, when they were in the comfort of a crowded common room, Harry decided to level with Hermoine. Ron was in the owlery sending a letter, so now was the perfect time.
"Hermoine, you said you weren't stupid." Hermoine nodded.
"The thing is, that.. Well.. That dream? Draco knows."
Her eyes widened, with that bushy hair of hers she looked a little like she had just stuck her finger in a light socket. "What?"
"He knows. I don't know how, but I ran into him earlier.. And he knew." Harry knew how stupid he sounded, like Malfoy could read minds. "The dream felt so real Hermoine.."
Hermoine looked thoughtfully at Harry. "It could be a physic dream. Its when two people have the same dream. Its even more powerful in the wizarding world, and a lot of the times it feels like someone is sharing your dream.."
Harry nodded in response, and his eyes focused on the flames that flickered brightly in the fireplace. He wondered.. Had Draco been sharing his dream?
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His footsteps echoed in the empty corridors as he snuck to an unknown room. Ever sense last year, Harry had snuck into the room where they had held the "D.A" meetings for privacy. This certainly counted as one of those times for privacy. He couldn't hear himself think in that noisy Common room! Harry stopped in front of the wall and spoke. "I wish I had somewhere to think.." Suddenly a door appeared in front of him, and he entered. Little did he know, that it was already occupied.
**********Authors note: As you can tell [stands for someone's subconscious] mind thinking. And 'this is just regular thinking.' Just thought I'd clear that up. Anyway, I hope you like the story so far.