Harry knew more than anyone else that one single moment in time can change your entire life. That it would be this weekend, he never would of thought. However, it still came to pass.
The spell had been cast and Malfoy had left with his father.
As the book had said, the voice of the other was a whisper in his mind. A quiet presence that sounded almost like a lullaby, almost silent.
Only when Malfoy needed his help could Harry clearly make out what the other was thinking, the words coming as Malfoy had said, as though the boy was right in front of him as he spoke. It was much more simple than he thought, and it took only a few hours for Malfoy's father to be satisfied and they finished with the spell casting.
The rest of the day, Harry was able to act as normal, hanging out with his friends, catching up with his homework and attending Quiddich practice. He ran through different offences with Ron before heading to bed, pleasantly exhausted after a full day of enjoying himself.
It was then that it happened.
He was lost in his own world of dreams when another came upon him, like ocean waves that slowly grow stronger, until they overcame his own. He had been talking with Hermoine about something when mist began to billow into the room. Slowly, all that was around him vanished, until only the warm tingle of the mist remained. Despite suddenly finding himself alone, he wasn't afraid. A warm sensation was working through his body, his muscles relaxing as a sense of security came upon him.
"You really are a brilliant wizard, Draco. You know that, don't you?" he heard his own voice whisper.
It continued:
"I'm sorry I was such an idiot all those years ago. I should of taken your hand. I should of been your friend."
Sudden heat seared through him, and Harry gasped at the pleasure/pain it caused. He could feel soft fingertips on his chest, moving up to his neck before pausing on his face. Pressure came against his lips, innocent at first but increasingly passionate, until his lungs were burning for air and his lips felt bruised from pressure and nibbles. The hands never ceased their movement upon his body, increasing the firey sensation with every pass.
"I made such a mistake, Draco."
"Forget the others, I want to be with you."
"I love you."
NO!
Harry's eyes jerked open at the scream, his ears still ringing. It hadn't been his own that had made the final comment, forcing him awake. It had been Draco's voice... Draco's dream.
And as he laid there, staring up at the ceiling and desperately hoping Draco didn't know that he knew... Harry realized that his life had changed once again. Desperately, he tried to think of anything else, hoping Draco wouldn't know that he'd chanced upon the dream. Anything but that.