My best mate Emma wrote this to me one day on MSN for no apparent reason. I asked her if I could but it up, she said okay.Soo Here is Emma's Fic! Fluff, set in the First year I think..
Cold, grey eyes stared into the mirror. Before they had traced the inscription on the top. Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafruoyt on woshi. Gibberish, of course. Probably put there by that oaf Dumbledore.
But what was in the mirror- that was what startled him. Draco was stood there, grinning- yes, grinning, the thought of it!- next to a smiling Harry Potter.
They were holding hands, and there seemed to be a softness to the scene that entranced Draco. He narrowed his eyes, and then sat down slowly infront of the mirror.
It was this how he spent the night- and woke up the next meaning laid out on the floor. The mirror was no longer there.
Glaring, the semi-albino man turned and half-fled, half strolled from the dingy room. What he saw would never be mentioned again- although many a look was sneaked over the the Gryffindor table. Wondering. Hoping. Wishing. Was it future, was it desire? Or was it something else. Draco would never know- but he hunted fo the mirror ever since.
The End.