A/N: hey y'all I'm back from my trip and its time for updates !! Sorry that took so long I had no access to any computers once I was away. But I'm back and I could update much sooner. I apologize again and I hope you all enjoy!!

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The fire had slowly began to die down but its glowing embers were still playing over the wood with a soft cackling noise. The little hut around them was nice and warm and the only light provided came from the soft fire and the sparkling of the many stars that lit the winter night sky.

Harry couldn't remember the last time he had this much fun with his other friends. The thought had almost saddened him. They were slowly becoming but a distant memory to him and all his new dreams now were filled with a certain teenage blonde in that same beautiful open meadow at night. Harry knew by now that the other boy was Draco, but every time he had seen him, the boy had wings. White wings, like that of an angel. Maybe that's what his dreams were telling him, the boy was an angel deep down inside. An angel in the guise of the Slytherin iniquity.

Maybe it was time to see who or what the real Malfoy was deep inside. After all, they do say to never judge a book by its cover.

The night had started off a little dull but had heightened up once Malfoy had showed up. His flute playing had lifted up spirits and the little brawl in the snow after that assured Harry that he was human after all. That he could laugh, play, joke and just be his teenage self just like the rest of the kids their age, despite his upbringing.

And now as they sat around the fire to dry up in Hagrid's tiny hut, Harry's mind was at peace for once, forgetting everything that ever troubled his soul. And he found himself smiling and laughing at the blonde's bickering with the half giant. Of course he had to remind himself a thousand times over that the other boy was Draco Malfoy. Still trying to figure what had possibly stemmed this sudden change in him, but he still laughed, still smiled. And often caught himself staring dreamily at the other boy only because such expressions coming from him, were all too new for Harry to endure. Whatever it was, he didn't complain. He actually enjoys his company.

So, his lightheadedness and serene emerald eyes fell onto the boy's face once again. He studied every curve of those rare smiles. Then studied the gray stormy eyes, void of the Malfoy malice that he seemed to have inherited from generations before him. They looked more lively now, almost exotically so, that flickered from the glow of the dying fire. They seemed as though one could drown into those pools of molten silver.

So hypnotic…

Harry's brows knitted together. He had seen those eyes before.

He was sadly broken out of his thoughts as those orbs were watching him now, curiously. The smooth curves of a smile had faded as pale lips had mouthed:

"Is there a problem?" Harry didn't seem to be caught off guard and just stayed the way he was, hooked onto those hypnotic eyes. He threw Malfoy a smile and shook his head lazily.

"Actually….no… considering the company that I'm keeping, I'm quite surprised that there isn't one " Harry replied slyly. One corner of Draco's mouth curved upward.

"Alright, should there be one then? " Harry looked away amused then faced him again.

"You're not the Draco Malfoy I came to know and hate. I actually had fun with you tonight." Draco smiled then looked away himself.

"Well it wasn't the kind of fun that I had in mind" Harry shook his head while suppressing a laugh.

"C'mon…what's really going on with you? You're saying these things as if you mean them" Draco's smile had faded then shrugged.

"I…really don't know what it is. But I suddenly feel as though things make a lot more sense to me" Harry brought his blanket tighter around himself and scooted in closer next to Draco.

"What do you mean?" Draco licked his lips.

"Its like this Potter, I've spent my entire life getting anything that my heart desired most just at the snap of my fingers. I found out that not all things work like that" Harry looked down.

"Yeah, sadly…"

"But now I feel as though I must, how should I put this, work my way into getting what I feel my heart desires most" Harry looks into the fire with longing, suddenly recalling his first year when he had run into the mirror that showed what people desired most. He had promised the headmaster that he would leave it alone. But there were times where he was tempted to look into it once more. Just to feel the slight comfort of the presence of his parents within it. A thought suddenly hits him.

"Would you happen to know what it is that you desire? What it is that your heart desires?" he asks, gently shifting his eyes onto the other boy again. Draco paused for a good while in thought before he replied:

"I might think so, but if it is then I would be confused and wouldn't know what to think of it" Harry smiles then gets to his feet. He thought it wouldn't hurt to visit the mirror just once more.

"C'mon, I think I can help you there" he held out his hand to Draco, and the other boy took it hesitantly. He bid the sleeping Hagrid good night and crept out into the darkness towards the castle.

They trotted down winding halls slowly and quietly into the more secluded parts of the castle usually used for storage. And after narrowly running into the caretaker's cat, they managed to dodge her off and slipped into a large room containing several worn out desks and furniture covered with ghostly sheets. Harry moved across the room to one of the sheets and removed it, revealing the mysterious mirror of Erised.

Draco examined the mirror with much curiosity. He's heard of the stories but never imagined the mirror would actually be in the school.

"Is this what I think it is?" Harry smiled smugly.

"Yeah, I assume you know about it" Draco stepped closer to it and ran his fingers down the glass surface.

"Just a little…how does it work?" Harry moved to stand next to Draco in the middle of the mirror.

"You just look into it and what you see is supposedly what your heart secretly desires" he says and Draco does as told.

After a moment of moving from side to side, focusing and refocusing his eyes, nothing he did was able to clear the image that he had started off. All he kept seeing was himself the way he was with Harry at his side. With a sigh in defeat, Draco shook his head.

"What is it? do you see anything?"

"No, I think its magic had worn off or something. I see us just the way we are" said Draco and moved aside to let Harry take full use of it. Within a moment, and different image appeared leaving Harry to gaze longingly at it. Draco studied him curiously.

"Its uh, its working fine…"

"Do you see something?" Draco asked in wonder but after a long awaited pause, Harry finally answered.

"Just my parents…"Draco frowned mentally, then gazed into the mirror hard thinking that he could maybe see them for himself.

But what Harry was really able to see had fascinated him. He saw himself with his white dragon. He was holding its head and petting it affectionately like he always did. Its magnificent wings were slightly open wide and hung low around them. Draco's shuffling of his feet startled Harry out of his gaze.

"Well I can't see a thing, just my bloody luck" Harry gave him a half-hearted smile then watched him move closer to the mirror and leaned back against it. Harry's eyes suddenly widened a little at the new image before him.

The way in which Draco stood against the mirror with his dragon positioned directly behind him, made him seem as though the angelic wings belonging to the dragon were actually his. The body of the dragon had disappeared leaving Draco with a pair of wings, that seemed to sway along Draco's every move.

The blonde had his arms crossed over his chest, disappointed. But when his eyes caught Harry's bewildered ones, he froze and dropped his arms down slowly.

"What?" he asked with an expression matching Harry's. Harry moved in closer and examined scene over and over again, ignoring Draco's questions and blundering. The wings had suited him so well that Harry was convinced Malfoy was the one that he saw in his dreams. And what about the dragon, were those not it's own wings?

Harry broke his gaze away, feeling his cheeks suddenly heat up. He was thankful that the room was dark and dimly lit otherwise he wouldn't know what Malfoy would make of him and his sudden blushing.

"Woah, how strange…"

"What is? What happened?"

"Sorry…I just saw something…"

"Well obviously. What was it that got you so spooked?" Harry laughed then covered up the mirror again, then started towards the door leading out the room.

"Seeing you as a saint…" Alarmed at hearing this, Draco stopped shortly behind him.

"What?"

"You know, like an angel, with wings and all. But that'll be the day huh Draco?" Harry says while laughing a little.

"Angel…is that what you saw?" Harry shrugged.

"Not really, but close…"

"But you saw something with wings, right?" Harry stopped too then turned to face him curiously.

"So what if I did? What's it to you?" Draco continued walking on ahead, shrugging.

"Nothing…at least you saw something"

"Oh so that's it? You're upset by that?" Harry said as he quickly caught up to him.

"Yeah, lets just say I was looking for answers to certain questions, but am now left with nothing" Harry looks away then pushes his glasses up.

"I see" he pauses then starts again.

"Its tough right? being clueless all the time and no one really understands you either"

"Not as clueless as you of course. I don't let those things bother me" Harry sighed, shrugging off that one comment. Draco then thought about that retort.

"But you know what, you're right. People always seem to think that you've gone mental when you're trying to explain something, or look at you differently when you try to get some things off your chest…" he says, knowingly.

"…because they somehow think of you as being emotionally stable or at least expect you to be, after all you're the perfect role model. We're not human in their eyes" Harry finished making Draco stop short in tracks to gaze at him. Smiling slightly to him.

"Yeah…" he says, knowing exactly what Harry was thinking.

"Yeah, why is that?" Draco asks. Harry shrugs then continues walking ahead.

"I don't know, could it be because we both have these reputations, you know, people looking up to us and expect us to be fucking perfect for them all the time" Harry mutters bitterly which caught Draco completely off guard.

"Just between the two of us, it does get tiring doesn't it? We were fucking shaped by them…" Harry nodded in agreement. They had then reached the end of the hall and fell under the cover of the invisibility cloak.

Both boys had managed to reach the Slytherin dungeons without getting caught and Draco had pulled the cloak from off him. Leaving Harry completely invisible. Draco shuffled his feet around feeling awkward.

"Damn its late…"

"Yeah…" whispered the dark hall. Draco then rubbed his neck irritably. He was having a hard time thinking of what to say to him next. Or rather, how to keep Harry with him.

"Um, well thanks…I guess" he muttered awkwardly, making Harry laugh mentally.

"What for?"

"The um, mirror thing…and at Hagrid's. But I swear Potter if you told a single soul about anything of what happened or what isaid tonight…" he threatened and Harry was actually glad to see hints of the old Malfoy in his threat.

"Hey relax I won't…its almost too tempting to bare but, I won't say anything. Besides, I guess that would make us even now, you know, for not getting me expelled" Draco sighed.

"Yeah I guess…" If Draco were able to see, Harry had nodded his slowly.

"So…"Harry said after a long pause between them.

"So…uh, can I at least get a good night kiss?" Draco asks in suavely, as he takes a few steps towards where he thought Harry stood, invisible.

"What?? I don't believe you!"

"Well I thought since this night had already been way too weird for us both, I figured what difference would it make if I got maybe just one simple kiss out of you" Harry stammered and fumbled around for an answer.

"Draco…I"

"Fine, understood" Draco muttered disappointedly, then backed off and was just about to mutter the password until Harry had stopped him again. The other boy had paused for a moment as if trying to make up his mind.

"But you know what… its not that you didn't see anything at all in that mirror. Its just that… your heart seems to be at peace and has whatever it wants already"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was told that that the happiest man in the world would look into the mirror and see only himself the way he is" Draco snickered then crosses his arms over chest.

"I somehow can't believe that"

"Well I think it makes perfect sense" Harry then pulled off his cloak. He let his jaded gaze linger on the other boy for a moment longer again, seeming somewhat confused. He bit his lip, then just decided to say good night.

~*~

Harry went to sleep that night so emotionally and mentally tired that he was out as soon as his head had hit the pillow. He dreamed again of the angelic boy of who he had assumed was Draco. But he wasn't so sure anymore. Because when he had asked the beautiful being on the other side of the mirror if he was indeed Malfoy, the boy had only smiled and pulled Harry through the glass for a kiss.

Through the other side was that same meadow again, a world made just for the two of them. Again the skies were filled with the white of raining feathers that caressed Harry's cheeks softly as they fell over them. They tickled and felt so real, but Harry's mind was too intoxicated by the kiss.

The kiss and the firm yet gentle arms the held him, and the feel of rough feathers woven together on his wings all felt too real to be just a dream. Harry's breath was caught in his throat then sighs slowly as fingers played softly down his neck and arches towards the touch, it felt too real that his knees turned to jelly from under him and was ushered down into the flowery bed while still in the arms of his angel. The boy leaves a trail of kisses on his neck, leaving Harry to slowly lift his heavy eyes to watch the wings stretch and fold from behind. He thought about his dragon and felt heart broken, how much he had wanted to see it again in real life. And then this dream, what will happen if it were to fade away too? Just like his dragon... Harry let out a small cry and held on tighter to his dream.

"Don't leave me too…" he muttered into the glowing skin of the other. The winged being only kissed Harry's shoulder in response, and that's when Harry had felt it. His conscious returning to him, meaning that all this, his dream, everything was coming to an end. Harry held him tighter and tighter, but still felt him slipping away.

"Don't go…please" he pleaded, but it was too late. Day was here, and his emerald eyes had snapped open in waking.

"Damn it!" he cursed to himself and punched his pillow angrily. But just as he pulled on his glasses and allowed his eyes to focus around the sun-lit room, his eyes widened in shock and just froze in his place. He didn't know whether to be confused or just happy at what he found. But in any sense, his mind couldn't register the single white feather floating down gently in the air in front of him.