My December

By Elly Malfoy

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, wait! No, still don't.

A/N: Warning: Contains spoilers and slashy-ness. Um, yeah, so if you don't want either, please don't continue reading.

A/N2: Thanks to my lovely beta: PixieStar1! You are my savior! I love you! You get a cookie!

A/N3: Yay! I got reviews! Happy me! If I posted this before you reviewed, sorry. I'll get you next time! I promise! Okay, so here are my thank you's:

pheonixelmental: lol. I know what you mean. I live in a college town and it was really tough getting a job with all the students here. I was lucky enough to get my summer jobs because I have connections, uh, that sounds like I'm in the mob, but I not. So, yeah, good luck in job hunting! Thanks for reviewing!

Curious Dream Weaver: *sigh* What are we going to do about that tension? I say: "Build more up and make them crack!" I think you'll like this chapter… *cackles evilly*

Sapphrine: I'm glad we have something in common! Well, this chapter is going to go waaaaaaaaay to far, but hopefully not fast. I'm also glad you are going to continue reading! YAY!

Eadon: Thanks! Sorry it has been so long since an update, but here it is. I think this chapter is going to be long, but I don't know what my muse, *cough*Draco*cough*, is going to do about it. I'll change the title of the first chapter just for you! Thanks, I just thought that I should put my little comments about what's going on. There are more here, I think their funny… You're not weird, neither am I, we're just special! Thanks for reviewing!

PixieStar1: Hi! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Uh, yeah, you get the point…lol. Thanks for beta-ing!

Luna Aelf Writer: *watches with concern* Are you hurt? No? Okay… WOOOHHHOOOO! Go get 'em, Draco! Lol.

Asiha: Me thankie! Here's your: 'do something already!' Oh, good idea, that'll be in a future chapter! Thanks!

Lunadeath: O.O Thanks! Don't worry about the quality of the review, just as long as I know you're still alive and enjoy the story is good enough for me!

So, on with the story old chap!

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Chapter Seven: My Fake Reality

Harry slowly walked back to Gryffindor Tower. The night's events played over and over in his mind. 'One minute I'm standing there, ready to duel, then the next I'm snogging Malfoy's brains out.' He reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, said the password, and climbed his way into the common room. Ron was sitting on a couch in front of the fireplace.

"Hey, how did detention go?" Ron asked.

"As good as it could have," Harry retorted sarcastically.

"Right," Ron blushed, "do you want to play a game of chess or Exploding Snap?"

"No," Harry shot, "I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. 'Night," he called as he made his way upstairs. Ron watched sadly. 'There's something going on,' he thought. (A/N: Alright! Mark one up for Ron! Finally, the ickle red head caught onto something! Okay, sorry…)

Harry undressed quietly and slipped into bed. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. Soon, his mind slipped into darkness.

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"Stupid."

THUD.

"Stupid."

THUD.

"Stupid."

"Mr. Malfoy, may I ask why you are hitting your head against Professor Snape's door and not on your pillow?" Dumbledore asked with a twinkle in his eyes. (A/N: Damn that old man! "Ditto!" Shut up, Draco, these are my notes, not yours! "What?! Crucio!")

"Well," Draco started only to be stopped by a hand.

"I assure you, what you did was not 'stupid,' only a natural human urge."

'Yeah, like it's natural to go around snogging Potter senseless.'

"I must say that I am happy for you both," Dumbledore smiled.

"Professor, it was… I didn't mean… We aren't…" Draco stammered, losing his Malfoy eloquence.

"I see," the elder man chuckled. "Well, whatever happened, I'll just pretend it didn't."

"Right," Draco nodded. "I will too."

"Well, goodnight, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore nodded. "Pleasant dreams," he walked away.

"Goodnight," Draco mumbled as he made his way to his common room."

***

Draco climbed into his four-poster bed and pulled and a pillow over his head, trying to drown out Goyle's snoring. Soon, he drifted off to sleep.

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"Lumos," Harry spoke as he held up his wand. He walked around the dark room. "It's empty. No doors," his voice echoed throughout the room. He kept walking until he stepped on something.

"Excellent observation, Potter, now could you get off you my foot?"

"Malfoy?"

"Yes, now would you kindly get your big goofy feet off of mine?"

"Sorry," Harry held up his wand only to find himself face to face with Malfoy.

"As you should be," the blonde drawled.

"So where are we?" Harry questioned as he looked around.

"How should I know?" Draco spat.

"Well, you act like you know everything else…"

"Touché, Potter, seems like we've begun taking lessons from someone other than Granger," Malfoy smirked.

Harry ignored the comment and continued searching the room for some sign of a door.

"Forget it, Potter, you won't find anything."

"I thought you said you didn't know where we were," Harry pointed out.

"I don't."

"Then why…"

"Because you have been searching for at least five minutes and you've circled me three times. You're not going to find anything," Malfoy said from his spot on the floor. Harry sighed in defeat and sat down as well, but not too close to Malfoy. "I won't bite," the blonde said.

"Yeah, right. What about earlier?" Harry slipped. He blushed while Draco smirked and lifted an eyebrow. "I, um…"

"Don't worry about it, Potter. I know I'm unforgettable," Malfoy smiled sweetly.

"And conceited, and a git, and a prat…"

"OKAY! I get it," Malfoy snapped.

"So, what do we do?" Harry looked around.

"I have no idea, you're the wonder boy, you figure something out."

Harry sighed again. He racked his brain for ideas, but came up with nothing. "I'm not good with that kind of stuff, it's usually Hermione who comes up with the plans," he admitted.

"No surprise there," Malfoy shot.

"Listen, Malfoy, we don't have time for your sarcastic remarks; we have to find a way out of here," Harry spat and stood up.

"Well, Potter, I would, but there is no way out here! There are no doors, no windows, nothing, so just sit your cute little arse down and shut up until someone realizes we're gone and our old bat of a headmaster sends someone after us!" Malfoy yelled, an echo spread throughout the room, bouncing back at them with three times the force.

"Shh!" Harry held his hands to his ears, but sat down nonetheless. He realized what Malfoy said and blushed. Draco rolled his eyes and loosened his tie.

"So," Draco tried to start a conversation, but couldn't think of anything to say.

"So," Harry mimicked.

"Finish you Potions' essay?" Malfoy asked. 'Nice one, you dork.'

"No," Harry replied, loosening his tie as well, "You?"

"Of course," he replied superiorly.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Ready for our next Quidditch match?"

"The question is, are you ready for me to beat you?"

"When have you ever beaten me, Malfoy?"

"Just because I haven't beaten you in the past five years, doesn't mean I won't this year," he replied childishly.

Once again, Harry rolled his eyes. "It's hot in here," he pointed out, removing his cloak and rolling up his sleeves.

"Yes, it is," Malfoy, repeating the same actions.

Tha-tha-thump, tha-tha-thump, tha-tha-thump.

"Must you pound the floor like that?" Malfoy snapped.

"I'm bored," Harry sighed and lay back, placing his head in his cloak.

'Should I?' Draco thought to himself, "Most definitely."

Harry heard Malfoy shuffle around a bit and decided to look up to see what he was doing. Malfoy was crawling to him. 'What the hell is he doing? No, he's not. Please, no.'

"You're bored?"

Harry gulped and nodded. He didn't mean to nod, but his reflexes took over. 'Don't do this, Draco. I can't do this.'

"I'll fix that," he crawled on top on Harry, breathing lightly on his face. He stared into Harry's eyes, they were so mysterious. 'What is he thinking?'

"No," Harry cried feebly. He tried to pull away, but Malfoy grasped the front of his shirt firmly, keeping him in his place beneath him.

Malfoy stopped. 'Why is he trying to stop me?'

"What's wrong, Potter? Don't want me?"

"No, it's not that. Yes, it is. Okay, maybe not, but you know we can't do this," Harry rambled.

"Sure we can. See?" Malfoy pulled Harry closer, pressing their lips together. The familiar spark between them lit again. Harry tried to pull away, but Malfoy pressed closer. The struggle continued until Malfoy gave up and left Harry's lips. "Not so hard, is it?"

Harry closed his eyes, savoring the taste of the blonde. "No," he said quietly. He slowly opened his eyes and stared into Draco's. Those beautiful eyes, the color of moonlight and the soft, creamy skin. Harry held up a hand and brushed it against Draco's cheek. Malfoy closed his eyes and soaked up the touch of the other boy.

"Now you're getting the hang of it, Potter. Not as slow as I thought you were," Malfoy remarked.

"Sod off, Malfoy."

"Now we both know you don't want me to do that," he smirked. (A/N: *faints*)

Harry rolled his eyes, but blushed. "You know, I'm just going to have to keep you from talking, aren't I?"

"Wow, Potter, way to take the initiative," Malfoy drawled.

"Shut up," Harry pulled him closer. Malfoy's vanilla-cinnamon scent filled Harry. He wanted to taste the sweet bubblegum flavor of Malfoy's tongue; to be engulfed by the other boy. His heart rate began to speed up and his breathing began to shorten. He became dizzy when Malfoy's lips were centimeters from his own, feeling the hot breath across his face, ragged just like his own.

THUMP!

Harry landed on the floor of his room, tangled in his bed sheets.

"Harry!" Ron shot up from his bed. "You okay, mate?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Bad dreams, that's all," he picked himself off of the ground, detangling himself from his cotton prison.

"Was it about," Ron lowered his voice, "You-Know-Who?"

"No, no, just a regular bad dream, go back to bed. I'm fine," Harry sighed, losing the battle against his sheets.

"Okay," Ron gave him a pat on the back and getting back into bed, "Night."

"Night."

***

"Dammit!" Malfoy yelled as he threw his pillow at an imaginary enemy. "These damn dreams have to stop!"

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Aaaahhhhh! Sorry for the update being to so late. My computer is going crazy and I have to work and stuff. But anyway, tell me what you think. Tension, tension, tension. Whatever shall they do? I'm going to skip ahead in the next chapter so we can get to the song *ahem* (read the chapter one disclaimer for a hint). So, yeah, give me ideas for the next chapter. What do you think Dumbley-dore is trying to do? "The creepy old man." Shut up, Draco! What did I say? Anyway, ignore Draco and press the little purple thingy box and tell me what I should and shouldn't do.