Chapter Seven
**- Awkward Reality
When Harry opened the door, it felt like he was dreaming again. The room smelt the same - looked the same - as the one in his dream. He laughed to himself, and his next thought frightened him. 'Now only Draco is missing.' What was happening?
He stepped in the room, closing the door behind him.
"Don't move." A rough voice echoed from behind him. "Turn around, and don't reach for your wand." As the stranger commanded, Harry held his hands up for the stranger and turned.
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Draco had been sitting down in a corner, with his head on his knees. He had just needed time to think. He didn't understand what was happening. All his life, he had been taught to hate do-gooders like Harry. Especially Harry. [You didn't call him Potter. Getting forgetful in your old age?] asked the small voice. Draco ignored it. How could he now be feeling anything else but hate? And for all people..
Suddenly, the door creaked open and Draco jumped up. He held his wand out as the person walked in.
"Don't move. Turn around, and don't reach for your wand." The stranger did as he said, and held his hands up for Draco to see as he turned.
Draco took a sharp intake of breath and his eyes scanned Potter.
"What are you doing here?" Without realizing it, his hand slowly lowered itself and he put his wand back into his robes.
"I Came here to think. How'd you know about this place?"
"News travels fast Harry."
"Did you just call me Harry?" Harry dared to take another step towards Draco, never taking his eyes off of him.
'Did I?' Wondered Draco. Draco moved forward to, his eyes meeting Harry's again.
"What's happening?" Draco didn't realize he had spoken aloud.
"I… don't know." Said Harry. Before the pair of them realized it, they were standing nose to nose again.
"This isn't another awkward dream is it?" Asked Harry, offering a smile.
"No.. just awkward reality." Draco could feel Harry's breath against his face, and it sent shivers down his spine. [Still denying it?] Whispered the little voice in his ear.
"Go away."
"What?" Harry looked slightly hurt, but his eyes never left Draco's.
"Not you.." This was getting to confusing for Draco. He took a step back, and turned. For a minute he thought about leaving, but something told him that would make things even more confusing. He took his seat in the corner again, cradling his head in his knees. Something grazed his cheek and he looked up to see Harry sitting next to him. Not as close as they had been - But close. He touched Draco's cheek again, moving a strand of his hair away from his eyes. Honestly, Harry felt like he had no control over his feelings. Even less control over his actions.
He weekly mumbled an apology. "Sorry."
Harry smiled awkwardly and his eyes lit up as he studied Draco. Draco's eyes meant his once more, and felt himself leaning closer. It almost felt like he was under a spell. Harry's spell. He dismissed this thought, as their lips touched once more.
This time he wasn't as afraid to admit to himself, that it was real. Or rather that he hoped it was.
**- Awkward Reality
When Harry opened the door, it felt like he was dreaming again. The room smelt the same - looked the same - as the one in his dream. He laughed to himself, and his next thought frightened him. 'Now only Draco is missing.' What was happening?
He stepped in the room, closing the door behind him.
"Don't move." A rough voice echoed from behind him. "Turn around, and don't reach for your wand." As the stranger commanded, Harry held his hands up for the stranger and turned.
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Draco had been sitting down in a corner, with his head on his knees. He had just needed time to think. He didn't understand what was happening. All his life, he had been taught to hate do-gooders like Harry. Especially Harry. [You didn't call him Potter. Getting forgetful in your old age?] asked the small voice. Draco ignored it. How could he now be feeling anything else but hate? And for all people..
Suddenly, the door creaked open and Draco jumped up. He held his wand out as the person walked in.
"Don't move. Turn around, and don't reach for your wand." The stranger did as he said, and held his hands up for Draco to see as he turned.
Draco took a sharp intake of breath and his eyes scanned Potter.
"What are you doing here?" Without realizing it, his hand slowly lowered itself and he put his wand back into his robes.
"I Came here to think. How'd you know about this place?"
"News travels fast Harry."
"Did you just call me Harry?" Harry dared to take another step towards Draco, never taking his eyes off of him.
'Did I?' Wondered Draco. Draco moved forward to, his eyes meeting Harry's again.
"What's happening?" Draco didn't realize he had spoken aloud.
"I… don't know." Said Harry. Before the pair of them realized it, they were standing nose to nose again.
"This isn't another awkward dream is it?" Asked Harry, offering a smile.
"No.. just awkward reality." Draco could feel Harry's breath against his face, and it sent shivers down his spine. [Still denying it?] Whispered the little voice in his ear.
"Go away."
"What?" Harry looked slightly hurt, but his eyes never left Draco's.
"Not you.." This was getting to confusing for Draco. He took a step back, and turned. For a minute he thought about leaving, but something told him that would make things even more confusing. He took his seat in the corner again, cradling his head in his knees. Something grazed his cheek and he looked up to see Harry sitting next to him. Not as close as they had been - But close. He touched Draco's cheek again, moving a strand of his hair away from his eyes. Honestly, Harry felt like he had no control over his feelings. Even less control over his actions.
He weekly mumbled an apology. "Sorry."
Harry smiled awkwardly and his eyes lit up as he studied Draco. Draco's eyes meant his once more, and felt himself leaning closer. It almost felt like he was under a spell. Harry's spell. He dismissed this thought, as their lips touched once more.
This time he wasn't as afraid to admit to himself, that it was real. Or rather that he hoped it was.