Disclaimer: No, not mine. Not even a tiny little bit.
A/N: Well, I think you will know what is dream and what not. I will try to make it clear. And there will be Flashbacks, but they will be marked.
Okay, the reason why I didn't update for this story of for my other in the last weeks was that I had been in hospital. I'm really sorry, but I didn't have a say in it. I hope you will read this after all and that you will like it.
Chapter 3
"Boy!"
Harry's little, delicate body shook in fear, his green eyes huge in his pale face as he stared at the advancing figure of his Uncle.
The fat face was flushed in a deep red; nearly purple and his anger let his little eyes glow.
Everything in Harry screamed at him to flee, to hide from his Uncle until his bad mood had subsided, to crawl under a bush were the big man couldn't follow him. However, he knew just to well from experience that it wouldn't help him. He couldn't hide from his Uncle forever. Sometime he would have to go back to the house and then his punishment would be even bigger and more painful than normal.
And so Harry stayed at his place on the neat grass of the little garden in front of the house, trembling, looking down at his naked feet, waiting for his Uncle to reach him.
The huge man gasped for breath when he came to a stand before the little boy, letting him look even smaller in compare to his large frame.
Harry felt the brush of the hot breath on him and wished he could disappear. Just vanish to a place where nobody hated him, where he would be liked.
Oh, how he wished the nice man had taken him with him.
He really had enjoyed talking to him, had felt relaxed and liked. And when he thought about……
Harry allowed himself to smile, hiding it behind one lifted hand that he used to touch his lips so that Uncle Vernon wouldn't see it. The stranger had given him a kiss. His first kiss ever. He was sure that his parents had kissed him a lot when he was very young, but he couldn't remember it so they didn't count. This kiss from the man, who had been more beautiful than Harry had ever seen anyone, was his first kiss for him.
He would treasure it and wait for him. And when he would come back to him, he would keep the promise he had made.
He would……
"BOY!"
With a strangled cry on his lips Harry awoke. Loud gasp escaped him as he stared blindly up at the blue sky, his chest heaving up and down with every shaky breath. It took him awhile to soothe his breathing, until he was able to tear himself away from the dream again, until he was aware of his surroundings again.
One of his hands flinched and than moved to the grass he was lying on, brushing it in one short movement. Spiky, slightly cool and rustling under his fingertips. Different than the grass he had felt under his feet in his dream.
Harry let out a sigh and closed his eyes again, listening to the soft sounds of the little waves of the lake, just a few feet before him. It was soothing and the reason why he had fallen asleep. He hadn't wanted to, just want to relax while he waited and enjoy the warmth emanating from the lake.
And at the moment he had falling asleep, he had started to dream again, relived his memory once again. However, it hadn't been the same memory; it had been what had happened after he met the man.
Would this happen now every time he fell asleep?
Harry frowned and sat up, staring across the lake. Wind ruffled his hair, blowing some strands into his eyes, but he ignored it.
It was all about the man, the first memory and now the second one, too. Obviously he had made a big impression on his younger self. Then why did he forget him?
Harry bit his lower lip, worried. Somehow he had a bad foreboding feeling about this whole thing. Or was he just to
Quiet footsteps nearing him, tore Harry out of his thoughts. Slightly tilting his head to the side he closed his eyes and listened to the person coming nearer, dry grass rustling under the feet.
A content smile lightened Harry's face. These light footsteps. The calm walk. He could imagine the elegant movements that were so controlled, having seen them for so long.
The person stopped behind him and Harry didn't have to wait long until two long legs slid around his figure and a pair of strong arms encircled his waist in a protective and possessive gesture.
Sighing he leaned back into the embrace.
A warm chuckle reached his ear, sending a shudder of excitement through his body.
"Missed me?"
Harry smiled and snuggled deeper into the arms holding him, grasping them with his own hands. The chuckle turned to a quiet laugh, warm breath brushing his ear.
"I missed you too, even when it had been just one night."
Warm lips slowly trailed a path down Harry's neck, nipping lightly and coaxing a throaty moan to escape the brunette.
Harry sighed and turned his head until he could the handsome face of no other than Draco Malfoy.
"Morning, Har." Draco whispered, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.
Harry mock scowled, but couldn't keep it up when Draco winked at him. Then his eyes shifted to the silver eyes. To the one silver eye that was as beautiful as always--and to the other that held just a shadow from its former beauty.
A white film lay over the whole eye; the pupil and irises just barely to see. And……
Draco closed his eyes one soft hand tenderly touched the pale scar under his right damaged eye.
"It wasn't your fault." He murmured, not knowing anymore how often he had said it and capturing the hand with his own, bringing it to his mouth.
Harry couldn't hold back some tears as he watched soft lips lovingly kissing his fingers, every one of them. How often had he heard it? But he couldn't accept it.
"In some way it is my fault. I……"
"The only thing you did was coming back from the summer holidays being more beautiful than before." Draco interrupted quietly, looking into big green eyes that had stolen his heart from the moment he saw them. "It was my fault that I couldn't keep my eyes from you. And that was what awoke his anger. Nothing that you did, so stop talking like it."
Harry shuddered and buried his face into his hands as he unwillingly remembered the event that had changed his life once again.
Harry sighed and fished himself another portion of soup out of the big bowl, ignoring Ron's yelling. After another summer at the Dursleys' all he could think about was to eat as much as possible to get back the weight he had lost.
Beside him Hermione rolled her eyes. "Really, Ron. Will you stop that? You can't yell just because he is staring at Harry. A lot of people are doing that."
With another shake of her head the bushy haired girl turned her attention back to her meal and the book lying beside it on the table.
A dark scowl appeared on Ron Weasley's face. He turned his back to his friends and scanned the Great Hall full of students, savouring their meal and chattering happily with each other. His eyes narrowed as he finally noticed what Hermione had been talking about.
He had been so attached to watch the person he hated most that he hadn't noticed the others. Nearly everybody in the Hall raised their eyes once in a while and looked over at the Gryffindor table, looking at Harry. And everybody, be it Boy or Girl, had a longing expression in their eyes when they watched Harry Potter, the famous Boy-who-lived.
A low menacing growl escaped Ron's throat. Luckily it was to loud in the Hall for his friends to hear it. Pressing his hands flat against the table he tried to soothe himself, to calm the urge to scream loud at his fellow students.
"Are you okay, Ron?" Harry asked concerned, finally noticing the tenseness in his best friend.
Ron shook his head wildly and managed to bring a smile unto his face. "I'm okay. Nothing to worry about, mate."
Harry narrowed his eyes a bit. Since when was Ron so tense. Usually all he did when sitting at a meal was eating as much as he could. But now his dishes weren't even used.
Ron noticed his gaze and a faint blush appeared on his cheeks, before he began to tear into his meal.
Harry's frown only deepened. Since when did Ron blush when he looked at him? Something really seemed to be wrong with his redheaded friend.
He shook his head and looked away. He shouldn't worry too much. Surely Ron would talk to him if there was something that worried him. He only had to wait.
Glowing silver eyes met his wandering gaze from across the hall and every rational thought escaped Harry.
WAHHHHHHHH, I hurt Draco. Please don't kill meeeeee. But it's part of the story, I couldn't change that. You have to live with it. Oh, and the beginning of the next chapter will still be the Flashback. I really will try to get a next chapter out before I go to London.
Yes, I will visit England. In two weeks time. Oh, and of course I will try to update Between Heaven and Hell until then.
Don't forget to review. Maybe a lot of reviews will help me writing the next chapter and update it before London. (Yeah, I know, that is called blackmail. But I can give it a try, can't I?)