Author's Note: '*' Marks the beginning and end of any dreams. Just for further references ^__^!

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~Subconsciously Speaking~

Draco looked at Pansy, "YOU DID!"

"No," Pansy snickered, "I said you liked him. I never said you loved him. You said that."

"NO I DIDN'T!"

"And I quote, 'Hell would freeze over before I ever love Potter.'"

"Exactly, which means I don't!" Draco's voice was starting to squeak from all the yelling and his throat hurt to no ends.

"But you said 'love'. That was never a subject and you brought it up. Draco, why can't you just be happy for once? Did you take some vow to make yourself miserable whenever you see something good can happen?"

"Nothing good can ever happen with lov... liking Potter!"

Pansy smirked hearing the obvious slipup, "No, of course not, Draco... no good ever came out of happiness..."

"There is no happiness in lo... liking Potter!" Draco looked at Pansy accusingly, "Goddammit, Pansy! What love potion did you slip in my drink?!!"

"I didn't touch your drink, Draky Dear. You are saying 'love' on your own."

"I AM NOT!"

Pansy started to get very frustrated, "Draco, if this just affected on making you miserable I wouldn't give a shit! Be miserable for all I care! But Harry doesn't deserve to be, too! So stop lying to yourself and follow your heart! I know you have one!"

"For one, I am not miserable!! And second, Potter does not give a shit about me!!!"

"And how do you know this?"

"Hello!!! Where have you been for the last seven years?!! We are enemies, sworn rivals! We hate each other!!!"

"What's that old muggle saying? 'There's a fine line between love and hate'."

"Goddammit, Pansy, leave me alone!"

"I'll leave if you do something for me."

"What?!!"

"I want you to look in a mirror and say 'I love Harry Potter'."

"WHAT?! NO!"

"What's the harm in it? Nobody is here. Besides if you really don't like Harry then the words will have no affect on you whatsoever and I'll leave you alone. Deal?"

Draco glared at Pansy trying to get her to back down. When she made no effort to leave he gave in, "Deal."

Pansy followed Draco into the bathroom where she positioned him in front of a full length mirror. "Now say it."

Draco looked into the mirror eyeing himself. This was the most ridiculous thing he had ever had to do.

Pansy was growing impatient, "Say it!"

"Alright!" Draco took a breath and whispered, "I love Potter."

Pansy wasn't satisfied, "That wasn't the deal, Draco. You have to look in the mirror and say loud and clear 'I love Harry Potter'."

"Goddamn you, Parkinson!" Draco eyed the mirror and again he mumbled, "I love Harry Potter."

"Louder, Draco. I'm not gonna go away until I'm satisfied."

Draco glared at Pansy then back at the mirror and said loud and clear, "I love Harry Potter."

Weird emotions flowed through his veins and a tingling sensation ran throughout his body. His mind twisted and turned and his soul lifted. The room started to spin, but it wasn't from dizziness. He didn't know what it was, what was making him feel so strange... feel so good?

Pansy looked at him expectantly. She noted the glazed look in his eyes, "I told you."

Draco shot out of the daze, "What are you talking about?!!"

"It effected you. You love him."

"I was reflecting on how disgusting the thought of it is!!"

Pansy clenched her hands in frustration, "Draco, stop being so hardheaded and stop denying what you want!"

"I do not want anything, Parkinson! Get the fuck out of my room!"

"Draco..."

"GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Pansy nodded. She had already done more than enough. If Draco wasn't so stubborn she wouldn't have even interfered, but with the way he handled things he'd never be happy. But now it was all up to Draco. Pansy was hoping he would realize the truth.

She unlocked the door and opened it looking behind her at a very angry looking Draco. Pansy could tell he was more confused than anything, his eyes gave it away. She said a silent prayer for him and walked out the door.

Draco sighed in relief sitting in the chair Harry's cloak had been on earlier. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his forehead which was becoming a habit.

'What the hell is going on?! Why can't Pansy just leave me the fuck alone?! Goddamn that bitch!'

Draco rubbed at his eyes furiously. They started to burn and get irritated. He continued to rub at his eyes as he fumbled into the bathroom. Draco turned on the faucet in the sink and began rubbing water into his eyes. He was finally able to open them and take a look in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot and really red from irritation.

'Great,' Draco thought, 'Now people are gonna think I've been sniffing posh!'

He reached for a towel and wiped his eyes off. They still burned slightly, but it was tolerable. He sat back down in the chair yawning.

'Why am I so fucking tired?!' His eyelids slowly began to close. He forced them open again trying to stay awake. 'It's the middle of the day!' Draco reasoned to himself.

Draco yawned again his body not listening to his mind. 'I guess I could sleep for about thirty minutes or so.' His back began to ache, 'God, what is wrong with me?'

He stumbled toward his bed and fell face first into his pillow closing his eyes.

"Thirty minutes," he grumbled reaching over blindly and setting his alarm. No sooner had he relaxed he was in a dead sleep.

*Midnight black darkness surrounded him not giving any clue as to where or even if it ever ended. Draco opened his eyes and immediately, thick, icy, white fog slowly twisted around his body leaving goosebumps on his arm. His whole body grew cold to an almost numbing pain.

"Where am I?" Draco voiced into the black void.

Silence rang in his ears until...

"Hello," came a smooth voice. It was a voice that could fill your whole body with warmth from head to toe and seemed to fill in all around Draco coming from any and all directions.

Draco reached for his wand, but found it wasn't even there. He started to panic, "W-Who are you? Show yourself!"

The voice laughed. Not maliciously, but friendly and full of amusement, "You always did jump to conclusions."

Draco took a few steps backward. His eyes darted every which way seeking out his enemy, searching for any hint of movement. But the fog was toying with him. It wrapped around him making seeing impossible.

"Show yourself you coward!" Draco yelled again backing up even further.

"Well you have a lot of room to talk," the voice chuckled. It seemed to be getting clearer and seemed familiar.

"Show yourself!" Draco yelled once more.

The mysterious voice kept chuckling, "Very well."

The think fog slowly began to swirl in front of Draco. He eyed it suspiciously waiting for an attack, but without his wand he was useless. A dark shadow began to appear coming closer and closer.

Draco's heart began to beat rapidly, waiting for him to come close enough to see. The figure walked slowly, taking his time, not in any hurry whatsoever. The fog began to clear from between them and swirl around them instead, creating a thick white wall. The mist cleared from in front of him and Draco stared wide-eyed at the figure.

"Y-Y-You're Me!" Draco stammered.

"That I am," the figure's voice seemed to loom over the both of them.

"But that's impossible! Who are you?!! Where am I?!!" A million questions swirled throughout Draco's head, but he couldn't voice them all. He was trapped in the fog with himself, and without his wand.

"I am your subconscious and you are in my realm."

Draco eyed him suspiciously, "What are you talking about? What realm?"

"You are in my dream realm."

"So what am I doing here?"

"You're here because I need to talk to you."

"About what?"

"About you not listening to me."

"What are you talking about? I don't have to listen to nobody."

"Not even yourself?"

"You are not me!"

"I am your subconscious. I know all about you and help you make decisions, especially when they involve emotions. And you, Draco, haven't been listening."

"Haven't been listening to what?!!"

"Your feelings, your emotions."

"What emotions? I don't have any!"

"How about the ones for Harry?"

Draco let out a loud, frustrated scream, "I do not, have not, and never will like Potter!!!"

Even though Draco was shouting; screaming at the top of his lungs his subconscious still spoke in the same soothing tone, "There is no use trying to lie to me. I am you. I know what you're feeling."

"I am not feeling anything!!"

"Now, you and I both know we don't believe that."

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU BELIEVE ANYTHING DAMIT! I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M GETTING UPSET OVER SOMETHING SO FUCKING STUPID!"

"That's a good question. Why *are* you getting upset?"

"BECAUSE I'M SICK OF PEOPLE TELLING ME I LIKE POTTER!"

"But if it's not true then why get so angry?"

"BECAUSE EVERYONE WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Could it be that you are just trying to hide what everyone knows is true?"

"NO!!!"

"Just admit it."

"THERE IS NOTHING TO ADMIT!"

"You know you really need to start being honest with yourself."

"I AM HONEST! I ABSOLUTLY HATE POTTER!"

His subconscious smirked, "Then what are you feeling right now?"

"NOTHING!!!"

"Don't lie. I can feel it too, remember I am you."

"GODDAMMIT YOU ARE NOT ME, AND I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING!"

"You know maybe you're right."

"JUS... what?" Draco looked up puzzled.

"You heard me. Maybe you are right. Maybe you really don't like Harry and it's all a big mistake."

"About time you figured that out."

"Maybe I was just being naïve. I mean *you* should know of all people who you like right?"

"Right!"

"I mean it isn't you who goes weak in the knees every time you see Harry."

"That's ri... what? Who goes weak in the knees?"

"No, you're right. You don't give a damn about Harry so it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that he's beginning to like some person."

"Goddammit, tell me who he likes!"

"Why?"

"I wanna know!"

"But I thought you didn't care?"

"I don't, bit I want to know! If you're my subconscious, why don't I know everything you know?!"

"Because I only choose to tell you certain things."

"So fucking tell me!"

"But that's the thing. If you don't care, I don't care to supply the information, either. It's a two way deal here."

"Goddammit, I do care!"

"Care about what?"

Even though it was bone chilling in the void Draco's face was bright red with anger and frustration, "I care about Harry! Now just fucking tell me!"

"Well it's... hey wait a minute. How do I know you are not just saying that? Just because Harry is starting to like someone else and you're a little jealous doesn't mean you're sincere about what you say."

"Damit, I do care! And you're my conscious! You said you knew everything about me!"

"I know what you choose to let me know. When you tell yourself."

"So who does Potter like?!!"

"Say you care about Harry."

"Fine, I care about Harry, happy?!"

"I don't believe you."

"WHAT?!"

"I don't believe you."

"But I said it! How can you not believe it?!!"

"Because it's not the truth, and I will not tell you who Harry likes until you tell yourself the truth."

Anger flowed through Draco's veins. His body heated up and sweat ran off his forehead. He clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth. Something suddenly snapped inside of him and he shouted like he'd never shouted before, "GODDAMMIT YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! I LIKE HARRY!!! I LIKE 'THE-BOY-WHO-LIVED'. I'M IN LOVE WITH HARRY 'FUCKING PERFECT' POTTER!!!"

Draco paused for a moment before his eyes grew wide at the sudden outburst. He stood there dumbstruck staring at his conscious.

His conscious smirked, "That's better. Now I can leave." He turned around and began to leave.

Draco shook his head and cleared his throat, "W-Wait!"

Draco's conscious turned back around and arched an eyebrow at him, "Yes?"

"W-What do I d-do now?"

His conscious smiled, "I'm sorry I can't answer that now. I'll help you out along the way though."

Draco nodded slowly still in shock, "S-So, who does H-Harry like?"

His conscious continued to smile, "I'm looking at him." And with that he slowly backed away into the fog and disappeared.

Draco stood still for a moment, too shocked to do anything. He had just confessed he loved Harry. He loves Harry. Nothing else processed with him at the moment.

'But I thought he told me that it wasn't me who went weak in the knees?' Draco thought over what his subconscious had said, 'He said it wasn't me who went weak in the knees and that Harry liked... damn my Slytherin blood! He tricked me... uh... I tricked myself! Harry likes *some* person!!! As in not the person who goes weak in the knees! Damit!'

Through all the frustration another voice was overheard in the darkness; a female voice, "Draco, come on, Draco, get up! We're gonna be late!"

The darkness slowly faded from Draco's view and he drifted into unconsciousness.*