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 padfootmoonbellsouth.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. SAVE THE RAINFOREST! XD
Author's note at the end!!
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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes, (11/13)
September's warmth melded into October's chilly, crisp air, which also brought the first trip back into civilization.
"We're going where?" Harry asked, walking with his friends up the stairs to their dorm rooms.
Hermione huffed a little, adjusting her bag to make it stop hitting the back of her leg as she walked. "A little village near Edinburgh, Scotland. They have a sweet shop, taverns, trinket shops... basically you can restock on anything. It's a day trip by bus, nearly an hour ride, and we pack back up at five and we're back at the school in time to clean up for dinner."
"It's like a Hogsmeade weekend!" Harry proclaimed excitedly.
Ron and Draco gave their friend a strange look.
"You know, it's been, what, three or four months and you still don't have your memory back? I'm starting to worry, Harry," Draco said, slightly out of breath from their ascent on the stairs. The group walked to Harry's dorm room.
"Weaklings," the brunette muttered under his breath as he fished out keys from his pocket.
"Well, excuse us, Mr.-I'm-so-cool-because-I-play-soccer-and-I-don't-get-out- of-breath-walking-up-the-stairs," Ron grumbled.
Harry unlocked the door and let his friends in before closing it behind them.
"You should play, it's a wonderful sport," Harry quipped cheerfully.
Ron took a seat beside Hermione on Neville's bed and wrapped an arm around her slim waist. "Actually, I was thinking to try out for keeper next term. Fred, George, Bill, and Charley made me keep when they practiced over the summer, so I might have a chance."
Ron sometimes practiced with Harry's Under 17 team during the summer when he was bored enough. With a little training, Ron could become a valuable keeper.
"Oh, come on. The keeper doesn't even run. But you did pretty well at Hogwarts," Harry said, curling up next to Draco, who sat on Harry's bed.
"Oh, are you talking about that sport on brooms, Quidpitch or something?"
"Quidditch, Ron. And yes, you were a decent keeper if I do say so myself."
"Seriously, though, Harry. Your memory isn't back yet. What if you have brain damage or something?" Concern was plainly written on Ron's face.
"If anything, it's amnesia. I'm still functioning properly. I can think properly... I have decent grades, anyway... maybe I need another knock to the head to bring it back," Harry joked.
Draco strengthened his hold on the boy in his arms. "I swear, if anyone hurts you, I will personally send them across the river Styx."
Harry looked at his boyfriend. "Protective much?"
The blonde tilted his head in thought, silver earring glittering softly in the late afternoon sunlight. "Mm, maybe, yeah," he replied.
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.
"Door's open," Harry called, immediately separating himself from his boyfriend's arms. Draco pouted, parting reluctantly.
Neville poked his head inside.
"Hello, all... I was just making sure there was no indecent exposure going on," he said, entering the room.
"And, pray tell, why would there be any?" Hermione asked, still cuddled against Ron.
"We're hormonal, impulse-driven teenagers trapped in a single environment for extreme lengths of time," Neville replied, opening the bureau and searching for a change of clothes. "You tell me."
"Hmm... and to think you still haven't taken up on that dare, Harry," Draco thought aloud, his smile mischievous.
Harry rolled his eyes sky-ward. "Is that all you ever think about?" He mused teasingly.
"My mind's a very interesting place to be," the blonde replied, settling back comfortably on Harry's bed.
"Like I said," Neville stated, gesturing to Draco.
Neville was rewarded with a pillow to the face.
"Oh, you're dead, Malfoy!" Neville proclaimed. His task forgotten, he picked up the pillow and threw it back at the blonde. The pillow missed its intended target and hit Harry.
Quickly, the room was filled with flying fluffy projectiles and bursts of laughter. Ten minutes later, the floor, rumpled beds, and everyone's hair were covered in a layer of white and gray feathers. Hermione collapsed onto Harry's bed, laughing breathlessly, picking ineffectively at the feathers nestled in her brown curls.
"Well, it looks like Neville needs a new pillow," she said pointedly.
"No, Harry needs a new pillow," declared Neville.
Harry was helping Draco remove the bits of white fluff that were clinging to his hair. "Oh, no, mate, that was definitely your pillow," the spectacled boy stated.
"No, it was yours."
"No, it was yours."
"Yours."
"Yours!"
A second round of pillow fighting ensued. It was only brought to an end when the remaining pillow exploded into a cloud of wispy white down.
"There, we're even!" Harry stated, satisfied, as feathers rained down upon Neville's head.
Everyone then went about cleaning the fluffy disaster as best as they could, later going to their respective rooms to prepare for dinner. Harry went to check the post for both himself and Neville.
Harry got strange looks as he walked down the hall, a few feathers peeking out from his hair and rumpled uniform. The mailboxes were located along the wall of the Commons, sorted according to House. Pulling out the small key to open the box, he opened it easily, the door springing free from the lock. A few letters were within; Neville had a letter from his parents (both of whom were very much normal in reality), one from his Gran, and a copy of a list of upcoming school events. Harry skimmed these as he locked the mailbox and walked back to his dorm. There was, as Hermione stated, a weekend day trip to Edinburgh, Scotland that weekend, which was three days away. Various sporting events were listed as well as Festival, the visual and performing arts fair. And much to Harry's surprise, there was a ball on Halloween night. As Harry reentered his room, he sat on his bed and read more about the ball. Neville peeked over his shoulder, now dressed in worn jeans and a comfortable-looking green shirt.
"Did I get anything?" Neville asked.
Harry passed the letters to him distractedly.
Neville glanced at the letters, and then looked over Harry's shoulder. "What's that, mate?"
"The events schedule." Harry looked at his friend. "Did you know about the ball on Halloween?"
"Yeah, there's always been one. Do you not remember?"
"Not at all." Harry frowned at the paper, as if it were the cause of his amnesia. "It says here it's a costume ball... where exactly do we get the costumes?"
Neville patted the top of Harry's head reassuringly. "That's why we're going to Edinburgh, my friend."
"Ah."
Neville then checked his watched. "It's about time for dinner. Want to head down?"
Harry shrugged. "Why not?" He stood up and stretched, placing the schedule on the desk on their way out.
The weekend speedily approached the "imprisoned" students of John Vianney. A group of Aloysius students with one Gertrude student sat in the middle of the red House's Commons one night after dinner, planning their costumes for the Halloween ball.
"I say we do it as a group," Dean Thomas interjected. Seamus plopped down by his friend, a bowl of popcorn in his arms. Dean reached over and grabbed a handful.
"Yeah, but what theme?" the Irish boy asked, clutching the bowl protectively, attempting to defend his popcorn from his house mates' hands.
Lavender glanced over from her seat on the floor where she and Parvati tried to read each other's tarot. "How about flower children?"
"Excuse me, I am the only hippie here," Draco said, successfully snatching a handful of Seamus' popcorn.
"Hey, whatever happened to 'peace, love, and harmony'?" Seamus cried.
"It's on break. I'm hungry."
"You should eat more at dinner, then, Draco," Harry replied from beside Draco. The blonde sneered in return.
"We could do masks," Ron suggested helpfully.
Dean munched happily on his popcorn. "We might be the only ones in masks, mate. Kind of defeats the purpose," he said between mouthfuls.
"How about Renaissance?" volunteered Hermione, looking up from her textbook.
Ron made a face. "Do you ever put that down?" her red-headed boyfriend asked, his voice clearly disgusted.
Neville piped up. "Yeah, how about reading for fun?"
Hermione sniffed. "Am I not allowed to work ahead on my assignments?" She turned to Neville. "But to answer your question, I'm rereading Lord of the Rings in between."
"Hey..." Draco said slowly, an enlightened look on his face. "How about we dress as the Fellowship?"
The group made sounds of approval. Parvati scanned those gathered around her, a thoughtful look on her face.
"Draco's definitely Legolas," the Indian girl concluded.
Draco gave everyone a pleased smirk.
"And Dean, Seamus, Ron, and Harry can be hobbits," Lavender added.
The statement was met with sounds of mock outrage.
"And why can't we pick?" Harry whined.
"Personally, I think you'd make a fine Frodo," Draco stated with a smug look as he ate his stolen popcorn.
Harry glared.
"Yeah, you would, Harry. Do you have contacts that you could wear?" Hermione asked.
"Um... at home..."
"Ask your parents to include it in your care package."
"Okay..."
"Why are we the hobbits?" Seamus asked in an indignant tone.
Parvati rolled her eyes. "Oh, just think about it. You and Dean are practically Merry and Pippin. And if Harry's Frodo, then Ron's definitely Sam."
Hermione smiled. "She has a point, you know..."
Reluctant grumbling followed.
"What about the rest of the Fellowship?"
Hermione answered, "We don't necessarily need to have the whole Fellowship; after all, I doubt anyone in our group would dress as Gandalf. But everyone can dress in that theme, or even elves or faeries."
Ron grinned impishly. "What need have we for even more faeries?" he inquired, nudging Harry in the side.
Harry smirked and nudged his friend back. "You know you like it."
"Ah, I don't mind you, mate. Your vegetarian boyfriend, however..."
"Hey, don't discriminate against vegetarians," Draco rebuked, crossing his arms huffily.
A playful debate over vegetarians and their Earth Mother attitudes followed. The group slowly disbanded one by one, preparing for bed. As Hermione stood up to leave, Draco grabbed her arm. The brunette girl jumped, looking at her captor with surprise. The blonde then asked her something in French. Harry found that when the two had something to hide, they spoke to each other in their secondary language. He waited patiently as Hermione frowned slightly in thought then answered in the foreign tongue. Draco thanked her, then turned back to smiled at Harry.
"Dare I ask what that was about?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow.
"Now, why would I do that after all that work?"
"Because you love me?"
"All the better." Draco smirked and stood up. "Shall I escort you to your room, Frodo?"
Harry's glare intensified as Draco's grin grew wider.
"What, with your bow and arrows to protect me from the evil orc-like seventh years?"
"Now you're catching on," the blue-eyed boy said, pulling an unwilling Harry to his feet. "Time you get your beauty sleep... not that you need it, as you're already as radiant as the stars above..."
"Oh, will you just shove it already?!"
His boyfriend responded with laughter.
Saturday morning dawned bright and early as the students boarded the bus for their day trip. Sitting at the very back of the bus, Harry yawned widely, covering his mouth with a jumper-clad hand. Harry wore a slightly large green jumper and black corduroy trousers in an attempt to stay warm in the bitingly chill autumn air. Draco smiled over at him from his seat beside his boyfriend and gently laid a hand over Harry's clammy own.
"It's so cold," Harry said, shivering both from the temperature and excitement for the trip. The bus smelled of old leather and exhaust, the cold seats slowly warming up from the heater.
"It normally is in the fall, Harry," Draco responded, his usual tender smile gracing his lips, reflecting in his eyes.
"Even so..."
"I'll keep you warm," the blonde said soft enough that only Harry heard him. Harry turned over his covered hand to that his palm was touching Draco's and laced their fingers together. Draco squeezed Harry's hand in affection, and Harry's heart fluttered.
'Gods, I feel like a school-girl...' he said to himself giddily. But nevertheless, he was soon warmed by the feelings of love positively radiating from his boyfriend, overwhelmed that he alone could instigate such feelings in another person. The feeling spread like much drinking a cup of coffee, its warmth slowly spreading with each sip.
The closest people to Harry and Draco that could see they were holding hands were Ron and Hermione, both of whom were not complaining. They themselves were completely wrapped up in each other, both figuratively and literally. Hermione brought a blanket with her for the trip and had it tucked snugly around both herself and Ron.
Harry was about to lean his head comfortably on Draco's shoulder when Draco abruptly pulled away. The spectacled boy gave him a hurt look which changed to concern, taking in the blonde's narrowed eyes and the slight tinge of colour on his cheeks. The brunette turned to the offending person. Tom Riddle.
Riddle's stance was smug and arrogant, his superior smirk and lofty eyes betraying his confidence.
"What have we here? Nearly caught in the act, were we?" he replied, his voice matching the expression on his face. Harry felt a violent urge to wipe the smile off of his face.
"Have you nothing better to do than meddle in other's affairs?" Draco asked, his tone frosty.
"Speaking of affairs," Riddle drawled, casually giving Harry a once-over.
Harry sat up taller. "What's it to you?"
"Oh, nothing. It's just suspicious that you two were staring at each other with... was that attraction I saw?" His smirk grew. "No, it can't be, because little Dragon here got a note from his daddy specifically telling him not to have homosexual tendencies."
Draco's eyes flashed. "It was you?"
Riddle assumed an air of innocence. "Was what me? Oh, that little thing? Yeah, it was me. You see, your father told me that he suspected something, seeing as you practically glowed after you spent time with Pot-head here."
Harry's eyes narrowed at the name, but stayed silent.
"So, he asked me to keep an eye on you to prevent you from... straying. And in return, I received a little compensation for my troubles."
Ron had enough of the boy assaulting his friends. "That's just sick, Riddle. Ever heard of getting a job? Leave them alone," the red head ground out.
Riddle glanced at Ron, his eyes narrowing. "Keep out of this, Jew."
Ron started to get up, his face red with anger. Hermione stopped him, placing her hand on his arm.
Draco opened his mouth to tell Riddle exactly where to stick it when a hand was laid on Riddle's shoulder.
"Is there a problem here?" a calm but firm voice asked.
Both Harry and Draco looked relieved. Riddle turned around, facing his interrupter. Remus Lupin stood behind him, his eyes intense.
"I hardly imagine you're searching for a seat back here. Why don't you accompany me to the front where there will surely be an available seat." It was clearly a statement rather than a question. Remus gave the other two boys a slight nod then turned, escorting Riddle to the front of the bus.
Draco let out a breath of relief. Harry looked over at Ron, concerned.
"You okay, Ron?"
Ron glared daggers at the back of Riddle's head. "Yeah."
The blonde gave Ron a look of gratitude. "Thanks for supporting us, Ron. You didn't need to say anything; you didn't deserve that comment."
The red head sighed, looking over at his two friends. "Yeah, let's just forget it and enjoy today."
Harry smiled. "Good plan."
An hour later, the four friends were in a thrift shop in search of their outfits. Harry picked up a soft, white button down shirt with no collar. He grinned and showed it to Draco, who was wading in a pile of tunic-like tops.
"Hm... no." Draco tossed the shirt over his shoulder, hitting Harry in the chest. The brunette caught the shirt and grinned, walking over to his boyfriend.
"Having trouble?" he asked innocently.
"Just a little..." Draco thought over the shirt in his hands. "Definitely not." He tossed the offending shirt over his shoulder, which joined the steadily growing mountain of rejects. Draco picked up a promising top. The top was a soft cream with fancy green and gold embroidering. He gently ran his fingers over the shirt. "Now this," he said, folding it reverently, "is perfect."
The rest of their costumes had to be made by hand; Hermione had access to the Home Economics rooms, and was pretty skilled in using a sewing machine. They met up with everyone else and headed to an arts and crafts store in order to get their necessary fabrics.
Draco, seeing the huge piles of feather boas, grinned and sauntered over. He grabbed a green and silver boa, flung it around his neck and over his shoulders, then stuck a pose.
"How do I look?" he asked, his voice low and husky, eyes heavily lidded.
Harry immediately turned crimson hearing the voice. Everyone laughed. Seamus nudged Harry.
"What was that, Mister Potter?"
"W-what was what?" Harry squeaked in an un-masculine manner.
Draco's grin grew into an evil smile. He sashayed up to Harry and looped the excess part of the boa on the back of Harry's neck, pulling him close.
Harry let out a squeak that sounded like "Draco!" before the blonde kissed his captive lightly on his lips, then released his prisoner.
Dean and Seamus cheered while Ron patted Harry on the back.
"It's alright, mate," Ron said encouragingly.
Harry mumbled something unintelligible while hiding his face in a nearby rack of fabric, thoroughly embarrassed.
Hermione walked up to the group from her excursions in the sea of cloth, several bundles folded neatly in her arms.
"Did I just miss something here?"
After the interesting display in the craft store, the "Fellowship" broke apart in order to fulfill their shopping needs. Harry followed his three constant companions silently into a media store. They noticed his sullen mood, and Draco took Harry to the side.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said, his tone lacking emotion.
"Was it the kiss?"
Silence greeted him.
"It was, wasn't it?"
Harry examined the floor, saying nothing.
"Look, I'm sor-"
"What if Tom was there?"
The blonde looked surprised at the interruption. "What?"
Harry kept his head down. "Tom Riddle. What if he was there? What if he saw that? You're only giving him more reason to report back to you father." Finally he met Draco's eyes. "I don't want to lose you, Drake. Not now that we've found each other."
Draco stayed silent, then nodded. "I understand. I'm sorry if I upset you, Harry, okay?" Harry nodded, looking down again. "Try to cheer up?" Draco asked, making himself seem years younger.
A small smile appeared on Harry's lips. "I will. I'm sorry I'm being a pansy about it, but I've grown rather attached to you. I don't want you to leave any time soon."
The blonde smiled a genuine smile, bright with happiness and warm with love. "I don't plan on going anywhere without you. Don't worry." He gently laid a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Come on. Ron and 'Mione are probably worrying their heads off about you."
"Okay."
The couple shared a loving smile before returning to their outing.
The bus ride back was uneventful compared to that morning's, everyone either too tired or lazy to cause a fuss. Harry and the rest lugged themselves up the dormitory stairs into their rooms. Both Harry and Neville had new pillows (stuffed with cotton, in order to make clean-up for future pillow fights easier) and a couple new CDs which Neville stuck into their small radio. The Strokes filled their dorm room with sound, and the two roommates prepared for dinner.
Neville went to get their mail as Harry put away his belongings and came back with a letter for Harry.
"You're needed at the front office according to this," he said, handing the small card to Harry.
Indeed those were the words on the card, but for what reason? An answer came to mind. "It's probably my care package," he said.
"Well, you can go on and get it, I'll see you at dinner."
"Okay, see you."
With that, Harry made his way to the front office. He listened to his soft footfalls echo dimly down the empty corridor, the majority of the student body either in the library, in the dormitory, or already in the dining hall. He didn't hear, however, another person behind him. A hand reached out and grabbed Harry's arm. Harry spun around in surprise, his eyes narrowing upon seeing his captor.
"Why, hello, Tom. Pleasure meeting you here," he said, voice dripping of sarcasm.
"Why, the pleasure's all mine," he said, his voice like poisoned honey.
"Indeed." He glanced down at the hand still gripping his arm and pulled away sharply. "What do you want?"
"Now, now, Harry; no need to make assumptions."
"I highly doubt that you'll approach me for anything other than your wants, Tom. What is it?"
"I saw what happened in the craft store, Harry."
Harry's face remained a mask of indifference, but inside he felt himself start to frost.
"And?"
"I could tattle to his daddy and get him removed." Tom took a step forward.
"You're telling me this, why?" Harry asked, taking a step back.
"I don't have to tell on Draco..."
"Why do I feel there's more to that statement?" Harry mused.
"You're a smart one, Harry. I won't tell on Draco if you satisfy me."
Harry look on in disgust. "In what manner?"
"Oh, I think you know."
Somehow, Harry found his back against the unyielding wall.
"Let go of me, Tom," Harry spat, trying to push the taller boy off. "I thought you were homophobic."
"I'm not; it just annoys me greatly that Lucius Malfoy's son gets to get everything he wants, including a pretty thing like you. This way, Draco suffers and I get paid for doing so."
Tom leaned in for a kiss, and Harry, taking the opportunity, kneed him with all the strength he could muster. Tom crumpled to the ground and Harry sprinted to the dining hall.
Bursting into the room, he ran to his usual seat and sat down quickly. Ron, Hermione, and Draco were already there and gave Harry a surprised look.
"What was that all about?" Hermione asked.
Harry just shook his head, panting.
"Harry?"
He only managed to say one word: "Tom" before Draco jumped up from his seat.
"That's it, I'll make sure he'll never have offspring," he growled.
"No!" Harry grabbed Draco's sleeve. "Don't. Don't get another detention because of him. We can tell the staff."
"But Harry, he hurt you!"
"And you hurting him will solve nothing." Harry turned to Hermione. "Can you get Sister Catherine, please? I need to tell her right away before things get worse."
Hermione nodded once, then left to get the teacher.
"Draco, sit down," Harry insisted. The blonde sat, still fuming and contemplating many ways to torture, mutate, and kill Tom.
Sister Catherine came to the table along with Hermione, both with concern on their faces.
"Mister Potter? What happened?"
"May we move this to somewhere private? Your office, perhaps?"
"Of course. Come with me," she said and led the four friends away, leaving the rest of the school to wonder what had happened.
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Author's Note: I'm baaaack.... I finally got my lazy arse up and wrote, so here! Thank you to all who read and/or reviewed, and thanks for all your patience! I had a delightful surprise from someone who IMed me on AIM, a HP shagged DM. : She suggested that I post my screennames on here so that you guys could contact me if you wanted... my AIM is ArgentMoon8, MSN is padfootmoonhotmail.com, and Yahoo is elvenwynde. Thank you to my reviewers, coriander, sak, mojo-jojo241, Lo26, Violet Rose1, AnnieT, Dragenphly, ddz008, Yuki Kurai, Trempush, rct, Eteadan, Angel of Black, driven to insanity, IchigoPocky, and Kaaera. I'm looking for a beta reader as I lack one, in hopes that I can revise this ficcy in the future. There are two more chapters until the end... so thank you to all who have been here since the beginning. Ta-ta for now!