Author: CelestialDrgn, aka Celeste
Rating: PG-13
Category: AU, Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, so don't sue! All you'll get is pocket lint. All my money goes towards my anime and Harry Potter possessions. Harry Potter is owned, however, by J. K. Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, and Raincoast Books publishing companies. Aside from Luke, none of the characters are mine, only the idea of my story. St. John Vianney College is also one of my creations. This is a work in progress, and is my first HP fanfic (that I will attempt to finish.) Send all comments/suggestions/flames to padfootmoon bellsouth.net. mailto:padfootmoonbellsouth.net. As I am missing a Beta reader, (my beta reader and I got in a fight... heh heh...) all mistakes are mine.
HARRY/DRACO SLASH!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THIS!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! Have a good day, and do not litter. ;
Author's note at the end!!
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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes, (10/?)
"Wow," Harry breathed.
Harry left his chorus class in an uplifted mood. Upon seeing Draco in the hall, Harry ran to him and pounced onto his back, causing Draco to stumble. Several onlookers laughed at their antics.
"Hello!" he chirped.
Draco smiled softly, glancing at Harry sideways.
"Hello yourself," he responded tiredly.
"Why're you hiding? And what's wrong -- Oh!"
Harry let go of the blond and very lightly touched his finger tips to Draco's split lip, staring worriedly at the rich purple bruise adorning his cheek, directly under his right eye.
"What happened?"
"Riddle and I got in a fight. He saw the picture Hermione took of us and went completely mad. I managed to hide the picture under my pillow before he got to it."
Harry frowned. "Wait, I thought that you already asked for a room transfer?"
Draco winced slightly. "I know. I'm sorry. I'll talk to Father after detention."
"Detention?!"
"I gave Riddle a black eye, and I don't think he'll be able to have any kids, either," Draco answered, a slight smile gracing his lips.
"Did you both get detentions?"
A nod.
Harry sighed heavily. "Well, at least you'll get a room change. Do you want to meet in the library after dinner?"
"Yeah. I have to go now, gotta mop up the gym, you know..." Draco trailed off, waving his hand half-heartedly in the general direction of the athletic wing.
"Have fun," Harry said jokingly.
"Oh, don't worry, I will," Draco responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Harry watched Draco walk off, then turned and headed to the dormitory. Taking the stairs two at a time, he nearly collided into Hermione and Ron who were on their way down.
"There you are! I have something for you," Hermione sang, waving a piece of paper in front of Harry.
"Hey guys. Can we look at it in my room? I have to tell you something."
"Do we have to go all the way back upstairs?" Ron whined. "We went up there to look for you, and now we have to go back?"
"Yes," Harry responded, grabbing Ron's shoulders, turned him around, and gave Ron a light push on the back. "Now walk, Weasley. You need the exercise."
"Some friend you are," Ron sniffed as he and the other two started up the stairs.
The trio ascended the stairwell to the uppermost floor, Harry leading the way to his room. He fished for his keys, unlocked the door, and held it open for his guests. He closed the door after them and flopped down on the edge of his bed.
"You said you have something for me?" The brunette boy asked, kicking his school shoes off and dug around his bureau for his soccer clothes.
A picture blocked his vision, held by Hermione. She and Ron also sat, Ron straddling a chair, and Hermione sitting properly on the edge of Neville's bed. The picture was a close-up of Harry and Draco, both staring into the other's eyes, foreheads touching, oblivious to the world. The image was razor sharp, showing minute details such as the small specks of mud on Harry's shirt, the slight tear on Draco's shirt due to wear, and the individual stray hairs that escaped from the confines of Draco's hair band. Hermione made the image even more dramatic by converting the whole picture grayscale, except for their eyes. Harry's shown a brilliant emerald, Draco's a summery blue. What caught Harry's breath was the amount of emotion displayed in both of their eyes. He could plainly see that both were wrapped tightly in their own world of each other, eyes shining with unrestricted affection, fondness, love.
"Wow, 'Mione," Harry whispered.
"See? I told you that that was the best picture I've ever taken," she replied smugly.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Harry, mate, sorry to change the subject, but what was it that you had to tell us?"
Harry looked up from the mesmerizing picture.
"What? Oh."
Standing up, Harry walked over to the desk and placed the picture reverently on the tabletop. He then returned to his seat on his bed and continued his search for his soccer gear.
"Ironically, it has to do with that same picture."
Hermione frowned. "You mean, with Draco?"
"Yes. Apparently Riddle saw him with the picture and beat him up because of it. Draco has detention along with him for fighting."
"They say pictures are worth a thousand words, after all," Ron stated.
"Especially that one. Imagine if people got a hold of it... Why did you feel compelled to snap the picture, Hermione?" Harry whined whilst pulling on his shin guards and socks.
"You've seen the picture, Harry. You know why I had to take it."
Harry picked up a forest green shirt and a pair of running shorts.
"I guess. It's just..." He paused and looked at his friends. "I wish people were as open-minded as you two. I'm lucky to have you guys."
Ron stood up and gave Harry a one-armed hug. "Hey, what're friends for? Homophobes are insecure about their sexuality, so of course they go and make a big deal about the smallest things. Plus, you're the best mate anyone could ask for."
"Thanks, Ron," Harry smiled, inwardly grateful for his friend's support.
Hermione stared at Ron in mild shock and admiration. "Ron, I never thought I would hear anything so psychologically deep come from your mouth."
Ron blushed. "Yeah, well..." he said, scratching his head in embarrassment.
"Hey, I'm sorry to shoo you guys out, but I have to change for soccer," Harry stated.
"No, it's fine, I have to head to the library anyway," responded Hermione.
"See you later!" she said, dragging Ron out of the room. Ron mouthed, 'Help me!' as the door closed.
Harry snickered, then proceeded to change for his soccer practice.
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The rest of the week passed quickly as the teachers became more creative in their lesson plans, including a "nature walk" in their History class. Harry's class sat outside and read poetry in the middle of what was known in Hogwarts as the Forbidden Forest. Harry no longer had to worry about the presence of giant, carnivorous arachnids, territorial, brain-teasing centaurs or the stray werewolf ambling among the foliage. The class was able to reenact the Romantic Movement and peacefully read poetry. Despite their efforts to get their elderly teacher lost to delay returning to the school, they walked inside the building just as the bell rang signaling five minutes before they were to be in their next class.
In choir, Sister Catherine made the class perform what Blaise and Harry dubbed as "choral tai chi." They were to go through fluidic movements in order to feel the smoothness and line of their song, Kyrie, which they were to perform at Festival, a visual and performing arts showcase. Both Blaise and Harry attempted to sing and go through their own version of tai chi, but they ended up stifling their laughter and getting repeatedly reprimanded by their teacher.
Geometry was also being taught creatively. Mr. Vector was lecturing about ratios when he randomly walked out of the classroom. The students gave each other questioning looks, when their teacher popped his head in the doorframe.
"Well, come on," he said in an inpatient voice.
Harry and Ron followed the class into the corridor, giving each other giddy grins.
Mr. Vector sat on the linoleum floor. He took out a dry-erase marker and started marking tiles on the floor, continuing his lecture whilst sketching on the floor, his class in mild shock and amusement at the man's open vandalism. He then amused his class further, leaving his markings to be cleaned up by the detention kids.
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After school, Harry visited Draco in his new private dorm room.
"Riddle wasn't too thrilled that I tattled on him," the blonde stated, reclining on his bed, casually flipping through a Renaissance magazine his parents included in his care package.
"That's his problem," Harry replied airily. He sat on Draco's bed and dug through Draco's care package.
"Excuse me, but did I give you permission to go through that?" Draco asked haughtily.
"Oh, did I need your permission?" Harry continued digging through the box, unconcerned. He picked up a package of gummi bears. "May I have some?"
"Go ahead," Draco replied, returning to his magazine, eying the advertised swords.
Harry helped himself to the snack while idly nosing through the contents of the care package. He unearthed a letter buried at the very bottom.
"Um... Draco?"
"Hmm?"
"You have a letter."
The blonde froze.
"I do?"
Harry handed him the envelope wordlessly.
Draco carefully opened the envelope and read the letter, his face a mask of indifference. He then snorted and handed the letter to Harry.
Dearest Draco,
How is your school year progressing? I do hope that you are enjoying yourself whilst you study, though I know I needn't worry about your academic affairs. Speaking of affairs, I have heard rumours from a close friend, which he learned through his child. It seems that you and James' son, Harry are quite the uproar at your school. Word has it that you two are more than friends. I do sincerely hope that that information is false. Maybe living with your mother in London was not the best decision that I had made in terms of your upbringing. If it were true, I'm afraid that I will be forced to discontinue my monetary aid in terms of your tuition at John Vianney. You will then either attend a local school in London, or I shall have the privilege of enrolling you at St. Bernadette's School here in France. I hope that I have made my message clear. Continue keeping your grades high and make me proud.
Your Father,
Lucius Malfoy
Harry looked up after reading the letter.
"How did this get into your care package? It was sent from your mother's address, and he said that he was in France."
"Lucius was probably visiting her or something." Draco glared at the offending letter. "He was no good for her."
"I take it that your parents are divorced?"
Draco looked at Harry, startled, then his eyes widened slightly in realization. "That's right, you lost your memory. Yeah, my mum divorced Lucius when I was eight. I really don't know what she saw in him. He thinks he's an aristocrat or something. I mean, his family line is pedigree, but he has no right walking around with his nose stuck in the air like there's a peculiar smell around those with less money than him. But mum let me be my own person and supported me in every way possible. The only thing is, mum makes a good amount of money, but not enough to be able to send me here and support herself at the same time."
Harry did not have the same financial problem that Draco had, as his own parents made enough money to pay for multiple university-bound children and still live the way that they do. One part of the letter, however, bothered the raven-haired boy.
"What do you think he meant by hearing a rumour from a friend's child? Can you think of anyone it could possibly be?"
Draco's blonde brows knitted together in thought. "I can only think of two possible people," he said slowly. "Lucius and the Parkinson's are pretty close, and it would be of no surprise if Pansy opened her big mouth to her father. The other might be Riddle. I knew that his name sounded familiar, because Lucius had a friend named Tom Riddle. His son may be the one, but it seems more practical if it were Pansy."
Harry looked offended. "Why didn't you tell me that you knew Riddle before?"
"It only occurred to me recently, honest! I just didn't say anything because I wasn't sure."
"Whatever you say, Draco."
"Harry..."
The boy laughed. "I'm just kidding with you."
"Oh, yeah?"
Draco then leapt upon Harry, trapping him onto the bed underneath him. Both boys laughed, and Draco captured Harry's lips in a lustful kiss. Reluctantly, Harry broke the kiss.
"So what now?"
Draco looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"
"Well, wouldn't this get you in trouble? Our relationship, I mean."
"Harry, love, do you think I honestly care? Lucius can go screw himself if he wants to continue giving me orders."
"I really don't think that would go over very well with him, Draco."
He sighed. "Okay then. We'll keep our relationship quiet. We can still be seen as friends, but no more tackling me in the corridor between classes, alright?"
"If it'll keep you here, that's fine by me." Harry placed a chaste kiss on Draco's lips. "I don't want to lose you."
Draco smiled gently, his crystal blue eyes reflecting his inner joy. "I don't want to lose you either, Harry. You're one of my best mates, but you're the only one I trust my heart and soul to."
They stayed quiet, then Harry laughed. "Merlin, if anyone heard us, they'd think we were the sappiest people alive."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Merlin? Is that more wizard slang?"
Harry blushed. "Sorry, bad habit."
"Mm hmm. Now that that's over with, where were we?"
"Right here."
Harry started kissing Draco's jaw slowly, sensuously running his tongue lightly over the outline of Draco's jaw and working his way down his neck. Draco moaned softly and ran his fingers through Harry's untamed hair. The brunette kissed a path back up to Draco's lips. His lips parted, allowing Harry's tongue to join his in a dance of dominance. Their kissing became more passionate as hand wandered. Draco gently rolled his hips against Harry's, and the both expressed their ecstasy. Harry bucked his hips against Draco's in response, feeling both his and Draco's growing passion. Draco's hand strayed to above Harry's waistband, and Harry paused.
"Are you okay with his, Harry?" Draco asked, his face flushed but serious.
"I... I'm not sure. I've never done this before."
"I'll understand if you want me to stop. Just tell me to do so, okay?"
Harry nodded. "Can we stop for today, though, Draco?"
"Sure, Harry."
He got off from on top of his boyfriend and leaned against the headboard. Harry copied his boyfriend and joined him by his seat.
"Are... are you angry at me?" Harry asked in a feeble voice, looking at his hands.
"No, not at all, Harry!" Draco grabbed Harry's hands and held them between his. "I'm willing to wait for you, Harry. Sex is a big thing. It changes relationships, either for the better or worse, and personally I want it to be for the better. So don't worry about it, okay?"
Harry sighed in relief. "Alright." He hesitated, then asked, "How are you feeling, though?"
Draco glanced down at his crotch. "I want this to go away. It's annoying."
Harry laughed and leaned his head on Draco's shoulder. "I love you, Draco."
The blonde looked at Harry, his eyes sparkling bright blue. "I love you, too." He then pulled Harry closer to him. Harry felt his body mold perfectly against Draco's, and he knew they were meant to be.
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Chemistry class once again had them working in labs. That day, they were performing flame tests on salt compounds. Several small samples of unknown salts sat in front of the two lab partners. The room smelled faintly of gas before all of the Bunsen burners were lit.
"Okay," said Draco, once more clad in green lab goggles and a thick plastic apron. He read over the directions. "It says here that when we put the salts in the flame, the colour they turn will identify what metal ions are present. With me so far?"
"I think so. It's qualitative analysis anyway, so I automatically like this lab." Harry secured his own goggles over his glasses.
Draco grinned. "Okay, four-eyes. Let's begin with the one here on the far left."
They dipped their loop of nickel into the small pile they had labeled as "unknown 1" and held in inside the flame of the Bunsen burner. Harry made a small gasp of delight as it turned the flame purple-red.
"Potassium," Draco muttered to himself, writing their results in his small, neat handwriting.
Harry glanced over from cleaning the nickel wire. "You write like a girl, Draco," he teased.
Draco leveled a glare at his boyfriend. "Do you want to do this or may I continue?"
"Writing's no fun. I'm shutting up now."
"That's what I thought. Now, do the next sample."
The two continued testing the salts. Harry insisted on saving sample five for last, as he proclaimed that five was his favourite number.
"Get on with it already, Harry!"
"Okay, okay. No need to rush, we have plenty of time left." Harry dipped the nickel wire in the last salt sample, then stuck it in the flame. A bright emerald flame shot up.
A high pitched cackle echoed in the air. "Now," a voice hissed, very much like a snake. "Step aside, you silly girl."
"No!"
"Avada kedavara!"
A woman's voice screamed in intense pain then fell silent. [1]
Harry dropped the wire with a soft clatter on the table. He stared at his hand, which was shaking slightly.
"Harry?"
Draco. That's who the voice belonged to. Harry looked at the blonde's concerned face. Draco, his boyfriend. He took in his surroundings. They were in the Chemistry lab, performing flame tests. Father Snape was walking around, casually observing his students' progress.
"Harry, are you okay?"
"Um... Yeah. I'll tell you later, let's just clean up."
"Okay," Draco responded, looking dubious.
The pair cleaned up their lab station and the class was later dismissed by the lunch bell. Hermione and Ron stopped them at the door.
"Aren't you two going to lunch?" Ron asked.
"We will later," Harry replied weakly.
"What's wrong?" Hermione's arms were piled with books with no room in her overflowing bag. At least one thing had remained constant in Harry's dream.
"Let's all go to my room, it'll save you the trip of going upstairs," Draco volunteered.
The four friends walked to Draco's dorm and settled around the room.
"Now, spill. Why were you shaking in Chem?"
Harry looked at his friends and explained to them the events in his pseudo- world of magic. "So seeing the emerald flame must have triggered that particular 'memory'," Harry concluded.
"That's most likely what happened," confirmed Hermione. "Nothing to worry about. Looks like its no more exposure to emerald green light, Harry," she said, grinning.
"And just how often does that happen?" Ron asked.
"Don't worry, not often," Harry said, a small grin softening his face.
"Okay, now that that's settled, let's get some lunch!" Draco exclaimed.
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That night, Harry emerged from his shower warm and ready for bed. Climbing into his bed, he greeted Neville a good night and settled into his blankets. Wrapped in a snug, warm cocoon of blankets, Harry easily drifted to sleep.
At first everything was dark, then Harry found himself barefoot and clad in only his pyjamas walking around the school. Everything seemed the same, but different somehow. Then, Harry knew. He was back in Hogwarts. The air was alive with magic; he could feel the strength of the wards cast upon the very foundation of the magnificent castle vibrate with a low, deep hum. Faint traces of students' magical signatures floated around the corridor, especially prevalent within the classroom walls.
Harry ventured down the corridor, and found himself in front of the hospital wing. He opened the door and looked around. Madam Pomfrey bustled around from bed to bed, making sure all of her students were comfortable in their beds. He seemed to go unnoticed by the nurse, and vaguely wondered why. Then he heard familiar voices coming from one bed. His curiosity piqued, Harry went to investigate.
"He shouldn't be out for this long, 'Mione," a boy's voice said. That definitely belonged to Ron.
"He fell off of his broom nearly forty feet and got his head hit by a bludger on the way down, Ron. There's no telling how long he's supposed to be out."
Harry peeked past the curtain to see whom the two were talking about. There, in front of him, he saw... himself. He was lying on the bed, his head wrapped in bandages, cheeks littered with the greenish-yellow tint of healing bruises.
"'Mione," Ron said, and urgent tone in his voice. "What if he doesn't wake up?"
"He will."
Soon, Harry's vision started fading again. He tried to keep his eyes open, but the blackness kept enveloping him until he was completely sightless.
Harry opened his eyes and was greeted by the sight of his dorm room that he shared with Neville, his roommate sleeping soundly, letting out an occasional snore. He looked around and sat up. Staring out of his window at the crescent moon, Harry voiced his thoughts.
"What the hell was that?"
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Author's Note: I really hope that that makes up for my lack of updates... I'm so proud of myself, I added six pages to it today alone! I haven't had time lately, plus I've had homework, and now I have exams week after next. Whoo- hoo. Anywho, thanks to all of you people who've stuck with me through my inconsistent updates, which includes ddz008 ((you'll see what role Tom plays in this... I might have already answered your question)) Ashley ((thanks for reviewing!)) Yuki Kurai ((I'm flattered that you thought it was perfect!)), coriander ((well, I'm glad I'm able to keep your attention!)) Becky ((Lol, I have overcome my writer's block!! Whoo-hoo!)), Jet Dragon ((well, things at my school aren't as interesting as boy-on-boy action... frankly, we lack it, and when we do have it it's in a fight which involves both guys grabbing the other's private parts...)), GaBoO ((Lol, it's fine that you lost track of it, but thanks for putting me on alert anyway!)), and kt ((aww, shucks... I'm not as good as some other people out there, believe me. My stuff reeks compared to them. Go to www . schnoogle . com and search for Harry/Draco, there are muy muy awesome ones there)). Also, thanks to you people who have read but not reviewed, I'm honoured that you guys take the time to read my stuff! I'll probably end this gig in two more chapters, but I will also provide an alternate ending (which should give you guys a clue here). Take care all, and au revouir!
[1] Taken from canon (duh), methinks Prisoner of Azkaban