Fourth story: Slasher's Fandom is characters real life fantasy

Draco fell asleep over the text about Harry and him, just when he finished to read.

It was dark outside the Gryffindor Tower and Harry, Ron and Hermione where still awake. Harry really worried about the place the story was now. "Don't worry." Hermione told him. "Maybe someone was just there and thought it would be funny to throw away what you've printed." "But 'Mione! What if the story will be in the Great Hall pinned on the wall? Or someone would pin it to the board in the Common Room. Or another Common Room. Or at the entrance. Or…" Harry could've found much more ways. Ron, too. "Harry, maybe Malfoy reads it and thinks you've written it.!" He giggled.

"Ron?" "Yeah?" he still giggled. "You really didn't hand this story to Malfoy or something?" "Of course not." He giggled on. "But the thought of Malfoy reading it, thinking HARRY wrote it… HARRY. YOU, Harr' about… HIM." Now Ron laid on the floor laughing. Some other students, still struggling with homework or studies watched Ron confused. "It. Is. SO. FUNNY." Ron just couldn't stop. Hermione and Harry sighed and went to their bedrooms. Ron followed soon after. "Harry, you're not mad at me, are you?" he asked. "I wouldn't think it quite funny myself, too, when it was me in the story." He agreed.

The next morning was a bright one.

"Uhhh…." Draco woke up. All his bones seemed to ache. He remembered his dreams. All about Potter and what he could do to him. How he could threaten him and how frighten him. Draco blinked. How to frighten him in a very sexual way. Draco blinked again. What? Did he really dream about how to… how to... . He watched down. "Oh no."
As Pansy came in he tried to hide his body. Pansy giggled. "Did you dream about me?" she had forgotten they had a struggle. Draco blushed. In a very cute kind of way.

"Erm…"

She kissed him. "You should change your yesterday's dress and take a shower. See you at breakfast." She smiled, waved and was away.

Draco looked down again. Blinked. Realised he slept on paper. "That's just the fault of this story. This has nothing to do with me." He told to relax himself and went to take a shower…

Harry woke up quite late. He had have really mad dreams this night. He realised soon after he dreamt about Malfoy. Malfoy doing something very… something that made him very, very horny. He blushed. "Hey Harry!" It was Ron. "There's nothing in the Common Room. So come and let's go and grab some breakfast, okay? Hermione told me there's nothing in the Great Hall either. No one asked her weird questions about you so this seems to be quite okay. Just a joke to put away your papers."

Harry relaxed and stood up.

Ron grinned: "Doesn't look as if you were thinking and dreaming about Malfoy this night."

A blush spread over Harry's face, especially because he HAS HAD dreams about Malfoy.

"Potter. You're on my way."

An icy voice. Harry turned. There was Dra… Malfoy. Malfoy didn't scan his face. Somehow this time he looked directly into Harry's eyes.
Harry and Draco were caught in each others eyes.

Suddenly both knew, each other read this story, too, they turned red –this scenes in the story!- and …

Hermione took Harry. "No time to set up a fight. You're red with anger, Harry, don't get upset by his ways."

Almost the same words were shared between Pansy and Draco.

Both boys knew, each other took with his eyes a deep look into the other boy's soul –and this will never ever be forgiven. The fight would never ever be over. Never ever.