Your My Favorite Song

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his cohorts. I only own the plot and several other characters. I also do not own the songs that will be featured in the story. They belong to the artists who have written them. R&R Please and although flames are not welcome, constructive criticisms are. This is a slash fiction, if you do not like slash or if slash offends you do not read it.

A/N: YaY! Chapter three is up...I didn't like chapter 2 very much...idk...it was kinda FOR THE NEW REVIEWERS! YAY! Now onto Chapter 3

Chapt. 3 - Sleeping to Dream

Harry was still a little bit sore, but at least he was getting better. He was lying on his bed replaying the entire scene with Draco

"Drake," he sighed. He closed his eyes to take a short nap. He had a very disturbing dream during his nap.

Harry was running through a meadow. He didn't know why. He just kept running. He came to the entrance of a thick forest. He thought he heard someon call his name from the forest. Reluctantly he went in to find the source of the call. He finally came to the edge of the forest, which was right on a sheer cliff and the ocean underneath it, and saw a hooded figure standing before him. Harry was a bit scared yet he felt a calming aura eminating from the figure. He stepped closer to the figure and held out his hand. Harry tried slowly reached for the hand but the figure turned abruptly and jumped into the ocean. Harry jumped in after him. As he hit the water, he woke from the dream.

Harry was a bit disturbed by the dream, but he quickly put it to the back of his mind. He checked his alarm clock, and saw he was only asleep for five minutes. It was only 4:30. (Yes, you can have long dreams in a short amount of time.) He got up and changed out of his school clothes into something more comfy. He was now wearing a plain white t-shirt that was a bit small but showed off his slim body, and a pair of red mesh basketball shorts. He went into the kitchen to prepare dinner for him and his folks. He went into the living room and popped in his Jason Mraz Live CD before starting. He always liked to cook with music playing, it helps him concentrate. He he turned the volume up slightly so that he can hear it from the kitchen.

He entered the kitchen and began to check the fridge for an idea of dinner. He was used to making dinner for him and his parents. They were partners in a nonprofit lawfirm in downtown Ridgefield. James and Lily Potter were a respectable team and did not take cases which would ruin their reputation or their family. Since they were a nonprofit firm, it was hard to make money. But they loved helping other people in cases where no one would represent them.

Harry finally decided on making porkchops and roasted potatoes. He worked for a good hour preparing dinner, but he was a good cook. If his music career didn't work out too well, he had cooking to fall back on. He was finally finished at around 5:30. His parents wouldn't be home for another half an hour so he left the food in the oven which was set to warm so that it wouldn't burn. He plopped down on the couch in the living room. He was about to reach for the remote when the phone inturrupted his actions.

Harry got up and headed for the phone which was in the kitchen.

"Harold James Potter! Where have you been!? We were suppose to go to the library and study for Mr. Snapes Chemistry test," It was 'Moine screaming into the phone.

"Holy shit, oh my God! 'Moine I'm so sorry, but something happened after school and I sorta forgot," Harry said.

"You better have a good explaination for not being there."

"Might as well cut to the chase, 'Moine I was beat up by Marcus and his goons," there was an audible gasp from the other side of the line, "but don't worry, Drake was there to help me out. I was pretty shaken up and he took me to his and took care of me."

"Oh my God! Harry are you alright. I'm sorry for being such an insensitive bitch."

"Yea, I'm fine and when are you not an insensitive bitch," Harry said trying to make light of the situation.

"So, Drake helped you out," she said, ignoring the comment, "He's a pretty cool guy. I knew there was something about him I liked. And he does have a cute butt."

Harry laughed remembering that a couple hours ago he was thinking the same thing.

"Better not let Ron know you said that," Harry said.

"Your an idiot, Harry! I love Ron but that doesn't mean I can't comment on other guys. Plus i like to see Ron cringe, its kinda cute."

"You seem pretty calm about what happened today, Harry. What's wrong?" 'Moine asked.

"It's nothing really, just thinking about the entire day. Hey 'Moine, how long have we been friends?

"Since kindergarden, when you stole my banana during snack time and you felt bad and started to cry so you gave me your apple instead," They both laughed at the memory. "Harry are you sure your alright?"

"Yea, I'm fine but I have something to tell you. I don't know if you'll take it well."

"Harry, I'm here for you, you know I've been there whenever you needed advice, and when have I ever given you bad advice?"

"Ummm..."

"Don't answer that," they laughed again, "Harry spill it."

"Fine, 'Moine...I think I might be...(BEEP)...damn hold on there's another call on the other line. Damn call waiting." Harry clicked the phone to the other line.

"Hello?" Harry said.

"Hi can I speak with Harry, please?" the voice said.

"It's Harry, Drake?"

"Yea, I just wanted to see if you were feeling better," Drake said.

"Yea I'm feeling much better. There's no more pain at least, but the bruise will be there for a while."

"Oh, well do you need a ride to school tomorrow."

"Umm...you don't have to do that, you've already done so much for me."

"I don't mind, really. Your my first friend at this school and I'm still trying to get used to it. It helps when your around."

"Ummm...ok I guess, what time will you be here."

"My mum and I will be there around 7:15."

"Alright, that would be cool. I guess i'll see you then, 'Moine's on the other line."

"I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye." With that Drake hung up. Harry switched back to 'Moine. "Hello? I'm back."

"Hey! Who was it."

"It was Drake. He was checking up on me."

"Thats nice of him. Remind me tomorrow to thank him for saving my best friend. Now what were you saying."

Harry sighed. 'Well here goes nothing,' he thought.

"'Moine, I thinki might...I mean...well...what i'm trying to say is..." he was stuttering.

"Harry out with it!"

"'Moine I think I'm gay."

There was silence on the other line.

"'Moine? You there?" Harry asked. Suddenly there was a burst of laughter.

"Oh my God! Is that all. Whoo, you had me scared there for a moment. I thought it was something serious. Oh my God! Me and Ron were wondering when you were gonna say something about it."

Harry was completely dumbfounded. Her best friend and her boyfriend knew all the time!

"How did you guess?" the boy asked her.

"Well, you never dated any girls and when Ginny had that crush on you a while back, you didn't respond at all to her. But what really gave you away was the way you kept looking at Drake. Thats when i really knew. HAH! Me and Ron actually had a running bet which one he would tell first. Looks like I won twenty bucks."

"YOU WERE BETTING ON ME!" Harry yelled, but started laughing at the situation. "So I guess your cool with this?"

"Harry, I love you...in the platonic brother/sister kinda deal. Nothing can ever change that."

"I love you too, 'Moine."

"Well, I'm glad you told me. I'm very happy for you. I have to go call Ron now and tell him what happnened, you don't mind do you?"

"Yea, it's alright."

"YES! I'm $20 richer."

"I get to have half of that."

"HAH! In your dreams you dork!"

"That's Mr. Dork to you," The comment sent them off into another laughing fit.

"One more question for you though before I go," 'Moine asked after getting out of the laughing attack. "What do you think of Draco.?"

"Ummm...he's cute and he did help me out today, so i owe him a lot."

"You should invite him to Xitram on Saturday, you are still gonna do the gig on Saturday right?"

"Yes I am. I might invite Drake, though. As a friend. Like he'd turn out to be gay anyway."

"Stranger things have happened."

"Yea like you being born."

"HAHA! Very funny. Well, I'm off. Oh and Harry. I love you."

"I love you too."

With that the two hung up the phone. Harry Plopped onto the couch feeling very exhausted after the day he had. His parents came home around 6 o'clock and had dinner. It was a quiet dinner filled with the usual questions of how everyboy's day was. After dinner, Harry was in his room finisheing his last bits of homework. Harry finished his work and looked at his alarm clock. It was quarter past ten. Harry did his nightly routine of brushing his teeth and washing his face before he went to bed. Harry had the same dream again that night. It seems that this dream had more parts to it than the one he had this afternoon.

He was running through the meadow again and came up to the same forest. He ran through the forest and ended up in the same field. The figure was there again. The figure beckoned him closer. He whispered something into Harry's ears.

"I've been waiting for you, Harry." Harry recognized the voice but could not place it at all. The figure turned and jumped into the ocean as in the last dream and Harry followed suit. He woke up soon after.