Kylia: And props to Ally for picking up on the dream! But question: Can you pick up anything else? As in, something significant like the dreams...? Question is also posed to everyone else too. (nods) On to the chappie!
Cole blinked and opened the door further. "Yeah... come on in."
"Thanks..." Draco sniffed as he stood at the front entrance hugging himself.
"Take your shoes off, I'll get you some clothes so you can change out of those wet ones." Cole placed a hand to Draco's cheek before starting to walk away.
"Colton?" Luke asked as he walked out of the kitchen. "Who's at the-"
Cole turned and smiled. "It's Draco... he needs a place to stay. Have you got any clothes we can give him until he's dry?"
"Err... yeah... just look for them in the closet ." Luke walked forward, and towards Draco. He was standing at the front door, shoes still on, dripping wet, and crying.
"What happened?"
"I got a job, made some friends, and Harry hates me." He sniffed.
"Aww... Draco I'm sure he doesn't ha-" Luke was stopped in mid sentence as Draco all but crumpled to the floor in a heap. "Draco!!" Luke fell instantly to the floor, with on hand under his shoulder, the other on his cheek forcing him to look up. This was the first time he had noticed that Draco had silver eyes. Luke tried to get Draco to move, but was having to luck, so did the only thing he could think of. Draco wasn't a large man, and didn't weigh much as Luke picked him up cradle like and carried him into the small living room.
Setting Draco down on the couch, Luke settled down beside him, gathering the slender boy into his arms as his body was racked with sobs. Draco let his head fall onto Luke's shoulder as he felt Luke running his hand up and down his back.
"You'll be okay Draco..." Luke whispered, "I know it hurts, but Harry really loves you, everything will work out."
At that, Draco moaned again and raised his hands to his face, "He s... said...h- he l... loved me, before I-I left...!" he stammered, now clinging to Luke's t- shirt.
Blinking, Luke laughed and asked, "If he said he loved you, then why on earth would he hate you?"
"He can't love me!" Draco cried just as Cole walked into the room holding a pair of gray sweat pants and a black sweater.
"Umm... what's going on?" he asked as he sat on the coffee table in front of them, his pink dyed hair was standing in various directions of disarray.
"The gist of it? Harry and Draco got into a fight, Harry professed his love, and Draco ran way." Luke said softly as he heard Draco's breath catch in his throat.
"Er... then why is he crying?"
"BECAUSE HE CAN'T LOVE ME!" Draco suddenly yelled as he let go of Luke's shirt leaning forward.
"Draco! Calm down! It's alright!" Cole grabbed onto his shoulders and forced Draco to look him in the eyes. "Draco... it's alright."
"No... You don't understand!"
"Then help us understand," Luke offered softly from behind him. "But after you've gotten out of those wet clothes."
Draco nodded and took the clothing from Cole and wandered for a second before asking, "Where is the bathroom...?"
"Down the hallway, first doorway on the right." Luke said as he heard Draco pad away. "Why has this got him so damn upset?"
Cole stood and then sat back down again but on the couch. "I don't know... but it's starting to scare me."
"Why would it scare you? It's just a couple fight."
Cole fingered the couch and glanced away before looking back into his boyfriend's eyes, "It's just that... I... mean..." he trailed off as Draco came back into the room, the clothes that Luke had lent him hanging off his slight frame, "Draco, are okay now enough to talk?" Cole asked as he went to the puffy-eyed boy.
Tugging at the large sweater, Draco nodded and let himself be pulled to the couch where he was deposited between the two men. As Cole sat down, he took a hold of Draco's hand and asked, "So, why are you so upset that Harry loves you?"
Draco sighed, he knew that he had to tell them about the dreams – and in the process, they would have to learn about Draco being a wizard. "It's complicated... and I don't know where to begin."
"The beginning is always a good place." Luke smiled.
Disregarding Luke, he began. "I've these nightmares ever since Harry and I started getting really close – about three months ago. In the dreams I would always find Harry lying dead on the ground covered in blood, a blurred figure standing infront of him. However, as of recently – the person standing over him is becoming clearer to me. But I still don't know the person's identity."
"Well dreams aren't anything to be afraid of Draco, they rarely come true." Luke shifted his position and lifted one leg, resting his foot on the edge of the couch, his right arm resting on the back of the couch as he turned to face Draco.
"No... you don't understand... Where I come from – dreams mean more than just simple images made up by your mind." Draco took a deep breath and crossed his arms. "Back in 5th year, Harry was having these nightmares about-"
"Voldemort." Cole interrupted, suddenly looking very alarmed. "I remember hearing about that from the Daily Prophet – they said he was crazy, but I never believed them."
Draco went ridged. "What?" He turned to look at Cole. "How...?"
"Boarding school right?" He smiled slightly. "You went to Hogwarts. So did I."
"You're a wizard?!" Draco was shocked.
"Uh-huh, but I never did manage to do well in any other classes except for Potions."
"You're kidding me?" Draco turned to face him. "When did you go to Hogwarts?"
"Well I'm 24, your 21... so I'm guessing when you entered 2nd year, that was the year I was leaving." Cole smiled.
"OHKAY! Mind explaining all of this shit to me?" Luke asked sitting up.
Cole stood up. "Okay, but after we get some coffee." Cole walked towards Luke and took his hand, forcing him to stand up. "Help me." Luke didn't put up a fight and followed his boyfriend into the kitchen.
As they reached the kitchen, Luke couldn't contain his question any longer. "What the hell is Hogwarts, the Daily Prophet and Vo... Vold-"
"Voldemort?" Cole offered as he filled up the coffee pot with water.
"Yeah, him. What is all this Colton?"
Sighing deeply as he started the coffee, he crossed his arms and turned to his boyfriend. "Hogwarts is a school in England for magically gifted people – witches and wizards. The Daily Prophet is sort of like a newspaper, which contains all the news about the wizarding world," Cole wondered where to start regarding Voldemort, but soon settled for the basics. "Voldemort was the most powerful wizard that has ever lived, Harry defeated him 7 times, and then killed him, two years ago in the war."
"War?"
"Yes. Now, Voldemort tried to kill Harry when he was a baby by trying unsuccessfully to use the killing curse against him, only to have it bounce off of Harry and onto himself, causing him to be only half dead. The killing curse being used on him, and repelling off of him is what gave him the lightning bolt scar. You remember the scar on his forehead when we first met him?" Luke nodded. "It's been disappearing because Voldemort is now dead. And now it's completely gone. I've been watching it to see if it would stay or go away with time." He turned to the coffee, which was now ready. "Voldemort was part of the 'dark side', and yes I realize that infringes on the copyrights of Star Wars – but it's the closest thing to the truth. Anyway, Voldemort had been trying to kill Harry since he was a baby, and has never succeeded. He was eventually killed with wandless magic two years ago. Harry being the only one who would defeat him for good." He turned and faced Luke, who had a look of thorough confusion on his features.
"Whoa... hold on a second... let me get this straight... You, Draco, and Harry are all wizards who went to Hogwarts?" Cole nodded. "Voldemort tried to kill Harry with the... killing curse giving him that scar?" Cole nodded again. "Alright... now, if Voldemort had been defeated seven times... why didn't he die?"
"Because he wasn't 'fully human' until Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts, and he kept escaping I suppose you would say. He has these people called Death Eaters, who are much like the mobsters we have around here - they are the one's who do the dirty work. Draco's father was one of them."
"Draco's father was a Death Eater?" Luke asked, his eyebrows rose.
"Yup. Lucius Malfoy. But that doesn't matter, because Draco isn't anything like him. Draco fought with us on Dumbledore's side, eventually – to everyone's surprise - being one of the large deciding factors in us becoming victorious."
"Wait... Dumbledore?"
"...Old Headmaster at Hogwarts... he pretty much led the revolt against Voldemort." Cole smiled sadly. "He died protecting all of us and the muggles." He looked up at Luke, "Any thing else confusing you?"
"Err.... Well... Okay... Voldemort is dead because Harry killed him with wandless magic?" Cole smiled and nodded. "Right... everything else is making sense I think... except for muggles... what are those?"
"Muggles are non magic folk, like yourself. You aren't supposed to know any of this, and if I didn't love you, I would have to obliviate you to keep you safe." Cole smiled as he looked down into his coffee, taking a sip. "Anything else?"
"...You can do magic?"
"Of course I can." He smiled widely.
"Can you show me?"
"What do you want me to do?" Cole asked as he set down his coffee cup, his green eyes sparkling.
"Err... make something float?"
"Will do." Cole turned towards an empty cup, which was sitting on the counter. He looked at the cup then back at Luke. Holding out his hand, he instructed the cup to float up off of the counter, and into his hand. He then grabbed the cup out of the air and smiled even wider. "Levitation."
"Holy shit!" Luke shook his hand in the place where the cup had just floated, as if he was checking for strings. "How did you do that?"
"I concentrated."
"I didn't think you were capable of concentration..." Luke said quite absent mindedly as he took the cup from Cole's hand. "That's amazing!"
Resisting the urge to hit him, Cole smiled instead, grabbing the tray with three drinks on it, tilting his head to the side he spoke, "We should get back to Draco..."
As all that was going on in the kitchen, Draco sat on the couch contemplating what Cole had just told him. He couldn't believe that Cole was a wizard, nor could be believe that he had been at Hogwarts when Draco had. He thought he would have noticed a pink haired flamboyant gay boy. Draco stopped; Cole probably wasn't the way he is now back when he was attending Hogwarts, for people like Draco would have condemned him to a life of torment while at school. Draco wondered how Cole had met Harry, and how Cole reacted when he learned that Harry was 'The-boy-who-lived'. Did Harry still have his scar when he met Cole? Did he tell Cole what had happened after the war? Did he tell him what had happened to him during the war?
All these questions were burning in his mind, and Draco was beginning to go into overload. Wrapping his thin arms around himself, he lay sideways on the couch, bringing his knees close to his chest. Absently he fingered the sofa fabric as he heard Luke and Cole re-enter the living room, the end of their conversation reaching his ears.
"...I can't believe that I'm in love with a wizard..." Luke's deep Spanish accent had become thicker, presumably because he was filled with emotion.
"...You're just in shock," Cole replied as they came to a stop in front of Draco, "Isn't that right Draco? It's a lot to take in all in one night."
Draco nodded, "I would say so." He wasn't crying or upset anymore, for now he had someone that understood why his dreams scared him so much, plus that person just might be able to help him over come it all.
As Draco was lying on the couch taking up most of the room, and not feeling the energy to move, Luke took the chair across from him as Cole sat on the floor in front his boyfriend. He placed Draco's mug of coffee on the coffee table and sipped his own, grinning widely after he swallowed, "Mmm...I love coffee!" he exclaimed.
Draco found himself grinning, and then a thought occurred to him, "Hey Cole?"
The pink haired man looked up at Draco and tilted his head to the side, "Yeah?"
"What house were you in at Hogwarts?" Draco asked, bringing his arm under his head like a pillow, "if you don't mind me asking?"
Cole beamed, "I was in Ravenclaw."
Draco blinked, "Ravenclaw?"
"Yep," Cole replied, and then added with a frown, "The sorting hat tried to put me into Slytherin, but I begged for a different house. So it dumped me into Ravenclaw. I guess it chose that house because I'm just so witty, smart and..."
"Attracted to shiny objects?" Luke interrupted sweetly, "I mean, it does fit with the raven part..." he trailed off as Cole turned and tried to give him a withering stare.
"AS I WAS SAYING..." Cole turned the volume of his voice up a notch, "I was put into Ravenclaw, and I was even made the Head Boy my last year there."
Draco, who had laughed at Luke's joke, "I guess it's better than putting you into Hufflepuff or Gryffindor."
Luke raised a hand, "Can I ask question?"
"Sure." Both Draco and Cole answered.
"What the hell are you two talking about right now?"
Draco grinned, enjoying the conversation now that he had forgotten about his and Harry's fight. "When you attend Hogwarts, you're put into one of four houses. Hufflepuff is a house for those people who are caring, trusting, and kind. If a bit on the oddly happy side," he paused, "Gryffindor is for those people who are brave, honorable and trustworthy. Harry was in that house..."
As Draco trailed off, Cole picked up the rest of the explanation, "Ravenclaw members were witty, smart and excellent scholars," he beamed, and Luke rolled his eyes, smacking Cole on the back of the head for him to continue. "Ahem, anyway... Slytherin was for people who were devious, un- trustful, and would usually do anything to make sure things went their way," he added after a thought, "most students who went into that house came out being Death Eaters or marrying one."
"...I was in Slytherin..." Draco spoke up.
Cole raised his eyebrows at Draco, then laughed, "Yeah... I guess that fits."
Luke furrowed his eyebrows together, "Umm..."
Cole patted his boyfriend on the leg, "Draco has all the aspects of being a Slytherin, even though he sometimes has the heart of a Hufflepuff," he turned back to Draco, who was glaring at him, "It's true. Even though you are most like a snake, you have a deeply caring personality and when you fall in love, baby you fall in love hard."
Draco's glare softened as he thought over what Cole had said. He relaxed and allowed his arm to become his pillow again. "Cole... what do you think my dream means? When Harry dreamt of Voldemort – it eventually came true... do you-"
"I don't know Draco, but I do know that you can't just run away from him. That won't help either of you. But can I ask you something?"
"...Yeah."
"Do you love him?" He lent forward and rested his elbows on his knees as he crossed his legs.
"Yes... I've loved him for a year now." Draco said quietly. "At first, when Harry left the hospital after the war I was angry at him for not telling me where he was or what he was doing, but I couldn't stay mad at him..." He sat up and looked up at the ceiling. "I soon realized that I had started to fall in love with him, and that I wasn't completely mad at him... but instead I felt betrayed because of what he had done."
"Harry came here right after the war, looking for a place to hide." Cole offered. "He didn't leave because of you, Draco. He didn't tell you because he needed the time to settle himself down and mourn the loss of Ron and Hermione, plus almost everyone else he had really cared about."
"I realize that now, and I also realize how stupid I was to think that he did it on purpose. I suppose because I hadn't really known him during school – I jumped to that conclusion." Draco replied running his hand through his half dry hair, "like I usually do..." he added after a second, "This is a time when we really need Dumbledore."
Cole laughed, and Luke raised his hand again, "So I know that you were upset about your dreams and everything, but is there something else that Harry did to hurt you?"
"Well, actually..." Draco began, and it all came out in a rush, "he's been ignoring me for his work, and it's really starting to piss me off!" he ended with a deep exhale of breath.
Both Cole and Luke laughed, and then subsided when they saw the look of hurt on Draco's features. "Well, Harry has always been the kind of guy to put his work first." Luke said, "That's one of the main reasons we broke up."
"Yeah and he broke up with me because he was preoccupied with someone else. I am assuming that person was you, Draco." Cole put in as he smiled.
Draco nodded. He didn't know what else to say, as his mind was almost completely blank. "I... I have to work in the morning..."
"Yeah..." Luke glanced down at his watch. "It is 2am anyway... we should all get to bed."
All of them agreed, and Draco pulled a blanket that had been resting on the back of the couch on top of himself. "Thank-you for letting me in."
"That's what friends do." Luke smiled as he took Cole's hand, leading him into the bedroom. "Sleep sweet... and don't worry about Harry... things will work out fine in the end."
Cole nodded. "Yeah... Luke's right. See you in the morning."
Draco nodded and smiled. He closed his eyes and within seconds, was immersed in a dreamless sleep.
Cole blinked and opened the door further. "Yeah... come on in."
"Thanks..." Draco sniffed as he stood at the front entrance hugging himself.
"Take your shoes off, I'll get you some clothes so you can change out of those wet ones." Cole placed a hand to Draco's cheek before starting to walk away.
"Colton?" Luke asked as he walked out of the kitchen. "Who's at the-"
Cole turned and smiled. "It's Draco... he needs a place to stay. Have you got any clothes we can give him until he's dry?"
"Err... yeah... just look for them in the closet ." Luke walked forward, and towards Draco. He was standing at the front door, shoes still on, dripping wet, and crying.
"What happened?"
"I got a job, made some friends, and Harry hates me." He sniffed.
"Aww... Draco I'm sure he doesn't ha-" Luke was stopped in mid sentence as Draco all but crumpled to the floor in a heap. "Draco!!" Luke fell instantly to the floor, with on hand under his shoulder, the other on his cheek forcing him to look up. This was the first time he had noticed that Draco had silver eyes. Luke tried to get Draco to move, but was having to luck, so did the only thing he could think of. Draco wasn't a large man, and didn't weigh much as Luke picked him up cradle like and carried him into the small living room.
Setting Draco down on the couch, Luke settled down beside him, gathering the slender boy into his arms as his body was racked with sobs. Draco let his head fall onto Luke's shoulder as he felt Luke running his hand up and down his back.
"You'll be okay Draco..." Luke whispered, "I know it hurts, but Harry really loves you, everything will work out."
At that, Draco moaned again and raised his hands to his face, "He s... said...h- he l... loved me, before I-I left...!" he stammered, now clinging to Luke's t- shirt.
Blinking, Luke laughed and asked, "If he said he loved you, then why on earth would he hate you?"
"He can't love me!" Draco cried just as Cole walked into the room holding a pair of gray sweat pants and a black sweater.
"Umm... what's going on?" he asked as he sat on the coffee table in front of them, his pink dyed hair was standing in various directions of disarray.
"The gist of it? Harry and Draco got into a fight, Harry professed his love, and Draco ran way." Luke said softly as he heard Draco's breath catch in his throat.
"Er... then why is he crying?"
"BECAUSE HE CAN'T LOVE ME!" Draco suddenly yelled as he let go of Luke's shirt leaning forward.
"Draco! Calm down! It's alright!" Cole grabbed onto his shoulders and forced Draco to look him in the eyes. "Draco... it's alright."
"No... You don't understand!"
"Then help us understand," Luke offered softly from behind him. "But after you've gotten out of those wet clothes."
Draco nodded and took the clothing from Cole and wandered for a second before asking, "Where is the bathroom...?"
"Down the hallway, first doorway on the right." Luke said as he heard Draco pad away. "Why has this got him so damn upset?"
Cole stood and then sat back down again but on the couch. "I don't know... but it's starting to scare me."
"Why would it scare you? It's just a couple fight."
Cole fingered the couch and glanced away before looking back into his boyfriend's eyes, "It's just that... I... mean..." he trailed off as Draco came back into the room, the clothes that Luke had lent him hanging off his slight frame, "Draco, are okay now enough to talk?" Cole asked as he went to the puffy-eyed boy.
Tugging at the large sweater, Draco nodded and let himself be pulled to the couch where he was deposited between the two men. As Cole sat down, he took a hold of Draco's hand and asked, "So, why are you so upset that Harry loves you?"
Draco sighed, he knew that he had to tell them about the dreams – and in the process, they would have to learn about Draco being a wizard. "It's complicated... and I don't know where to begin."
"The beginning is always a good place." Luke smiled.
Disregarding Luke, he began. "I've these nightmares ever since Harry and I started getting really close – about three months ago. In the dreams I would always find Harry lying dead on the ground covered in blood, a blurred figure standing infront of him. However, as of recently – the person standing over him is becoming clearer to me. But I still don't know the person's identity."
"Well dreams aren't anything to be afraid of Draco, they rarely come true." Luke shifted his position and lifted one leg, resting his foot on the edge of the couch, his right arm resting on the back of the couch as he turned to face Draco.
"No... you don't understand... Where I come from – dreams mean more than just simple images made up by your mind." Draco took a deep breath and crossed his arms. "Back in 5th year, Harry was having these nightmares about-"
"Voldemort." Cole interrupted, suddenly looking very alarmed. "I remember hearing about that from the Daily Prophet – they said he was crazy, but I never believed them."
Draco went ridged. "What?" He turned to look at Cole. "How...?"
"Boarding school right?" He smiled slightly. "You went to Hogwarts. So did I."
"You're a wizard?!" Draco was shocked.
"Uh-huh, but I never did manage to do well in any other classes except for Potions."
"You're kidding me?" Draco turned to face him. "When did you go to Hogwarts?"
"Well I'm 24, your 21... so I'm guessing when you entered 2nd year, that was the year I was leaving." Cole smiled.
"OHKAY! Mind explaining all of this shit to me?" Luke asked sitting up.
Cole stood up. "Okay, but after we get some coffee." Cole walked towards Luke and took his hand, forcing him to stand up. "Help me." Luke didn't put up a fight and followed his boyfriend into the kitchen.
As they reached the kitchen, Luke couldn't contain his question any longer. "What the hell is Hogwarts, the Daily Prophet and Vo... Vold-"
"Voldemort?" Cole offered as he filled up the coffee pot with water.
"Yeah, him. What is all this Colton?"
Sighing deeply as he started the coffee, he crossed his arms and turned to his boyfriend. "Hogwarts is a school in England for magically gifted people – witches and wizards. The Daily Prophet is sort of like a newspaper, which contains all the news about the wizarding world," Cole wondered where to start regarding Voldemort, but soon settled for the basics. "Voldemort was the most powerful wizard that has ever lived, Harry defeated him 7 times, and then killed him, two years ago in the war."
"War?"
"Yes. Now, Voldemort tried to kill Harry when he was a baby by trying unsuccessfully to use the killing curse against him, only to have it bounce off of Harry and onto himself, causing him to be only half dead. The killing curse being used on him, and repelling off of him is what gave him the lightning bolt scar. You remember the scar on his forehead when we first met him?" Luke nodded. "It's been disappearing because Voldemort is now dead. And now it's completely gone. I've been watching it to see if it would stay or go away with time." He turned to the coffee, which was now ready. "Voldemort was part of the 'dark side', and yes I realize that infringes on the copyrights of Star Wars – but it's the closest thing to the truth. Anyway, Voldemort had been trying to kill Harry since he was a baby, and has never succeeded. He was eventually killed with wandless magic two years ago. Harry being the only one who would defeat him for good." He turned and faced Luke, who had a look of thorough confusion on his features.
"Whoa... hold on a second... let me get this straight... You, Draco, and Harry are all wizards who went to Hogwarts?" Cole nodded. "Voldemort tried to kill Harry with the... killing curse giving him that scar?" Cole nodded again. "Alright... now, if Voldemort had been defeated seven times... why didn't he die?"
"Because he wasn't 'fully human' until Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts, and he kept escaping I suppose you would say. He has these people called Death Eaters, who are much like the mobsters we have around here - they are the one's who do the dirty work. Draco's father was one of them."
"Draco's father was a Death Eater?" Luke asked, his eyebrows rose.
"Yup. Lucius Malfoy. But that doesn't matter, because Draco isn't anything like him. Draco fought with us on Dumbledore's side, eventually – to everyone's surprise - being one of the large deciding factors in us becoming victorious."
"Wait... Dumbledore?"
"...Old Headmaster at Hogwarts... he pretty much led the revolt against Voldemort." Cole smiled sadly. "He died protecting all of us and the muggles." He looked up at Luke, "Any thing else confusing you?"
"Err.... Well... Okay... Voldemort is dead because Harry killed him with wandless magic?" Cole smiled and nodded. "Right... everything else is making sense I think... except for muggles... what are those?"
"Muggles are non magic folk, like yourself. You aren't supposed to know any of this, and if I didn't love you, I would have to obliviate you to keep you safe." Cole smiled as he looked down into his coffee, taking a sip. "Anything else?"
"...You can do magic?"
"Of course I can." He smiled widely.
"Can you show me?"
"What do you want me to do?" Cole asked as he set down his coffee cup, his green eyes sparkling.
"Err... make something float?"
"Will do." Cole turned towards an empty cup, which was sitting on the counter. He looked at the cup then back at Luke. Holding out his hand, he instructed the cup to float up off of the counter, and into his hand. He then grabbed the cup out of the air and smiled even wider. "Levitation."
"Holy shit!" Luke shook his hand in the place where the cup had just floated, as if he was checking for strings. "How did you do that?"
"I concentrated."
"I didn't think you were capable of concentration..." Luke said quite absent mindedly as he took the cup from Cole's hand. "That's amazing!"
Resisting the urge to hit him, Cole smiled instead, grabbing the tray with three drinks on it, tilting his head to the side he spoke, "We should get back to Draco..."
As all that was going on in the kitchen, Draco sat on the couch contemplating what Cole had just told him. He couldn't believe that Cole was a wizard, nor could be believe that he had been at Hogwarts when Draco had. He thought he would have noticed a pink haired flamboyant gay boy. Draco stopped; Cole probably wasn't the way he is now back when he was attending Hogwarts, for people like Draco would have condemned him to a life of torment while at school. Draco wondered how Cole had met Harry, and how Cole reacted when he learned that Harry was 'The-boy-who-lived'. Did Harry still have his scar when he met Cole? Did he tell Cole what had happened after the war? Did he tell him what had happened to him during the war?
All these questions were burning in his mind, and Draco was beginning to go into overload. Wrapping his thin arms around himself, he lay sideways on the couch, bringing his knees close to his chest. Absently he fingered the sofa fabric as he heard Luke and Cole re-enter the living room, the end of their conversation reaching his ears.
"...I can't believe that I'm in love with a wizard..." Luke's deep Spanish accent had become thicker, presumably because he was filled with emotion.
"...You're just in shock," Cole replied as they came to a stop in front of Draco, "Isn't that right Draco? It's a lot to take in all in one night."
Draco nodded, "I would say so." He wasn't crying or upset anymore, for now he had someone that understood why his dreams scared him so much, plus that person just might be able to help him over come it all.
As Draco was lying on the couch taking up most of the room, and not feeling the energy to move, Luke took the chair across from him as Cole sat on the floor in front his boyfriend. He placed Draco's mug of coffee on the coffee table and sipped his own, grinning widely after he swallowed, "Mmm...I love coffee!" he exclaimed.
Draco found himself grinning, and then a thought occurred to him, "Hey Cole?"
The pink haired man looked up at Draco and tilted his head to the side, "Yeah?"
"What house were you in at Hogwarts?" Draco asked, bringing his arm under his head like a pillow, "if you don't mind me asking?"
Cole beamed, "I was in Ravenclaw."
Draco blinked, "Ravenclaw?"
"Yep," Cole replied, and then added with a frown, "The sorting hat tried to put me into Slytherin, but I begged for a different house. So it dumped me into Ravenclaw. I guess it chose that house because I'm just so witty, smart and..."
"Attracted to shiny objects?" Luke interrupted sweetly, "I mean, it does fit with the raven part..." he trailed off as Cole turned and tried to give him a withering stare.
"AS I WAS SAYING..." Cole turned the volume of his voice up a notch, "I was put into Ravenclaw, and I was even made the Head Boy my last year there."
Draco, who had laughed at Luke's joke, "I guess it's better than putting you into Hufflepuff or Gryffindor."
Luke raised a hand, "Can I ask question?"
"Sure." Both Draco and Cole answered.
"What the hell are you two talking about right now?"
Draco grinned, enjoying the conversation now that he had forgotten about his and Harry's fight. "When you attend Hogwarts, you're put into one of four houses. Hufflepuff is a house for those people who are caring, trusting, and kind. If a bit on the oddly happy side," he paused, "Gryffindor is for those people who are brave, honorable and trustworthy. Harry was in that house..."
As Draco trailed off, Cole picked up the rest of the explanation, "Ravenclaw members were witty, smart and excellent scholars," he beamed, and Luke rolled his eyes, smacking Cole on the back of the head for him to continue. "Ahem, anyway... Slytherin was for people who were devious, un- trustful, and would usually do anything to make sure things went their way," he added after a thought, "most students who went into that house came out being Death Eaters or marrying one."
"...I was in Slytherin..." Draco spoke up.
Cole raised his eyebrows at Draco, then laughed, "Yeah... I guess that fits."
Luke furrowed his eyebrows together, "Umm..."
Cole patted his boyfriend on the leg, "Draco has all the aspects of being a Slytherin, even though he sometimes has the heart of a Hufflepuff," he turned back to Draco, who was glaring at him, "It's true. Even though you are most like a snake, you have a deeply caring personality and when you fall in love, baby you fall in love hard."
Draco's glare softened as he thought over what Cole had said. He relaxed and allowed his arm to become his pillow again. "Cole... what do you think my dream means? When Harry dreamt of Voldemort – it eventually came true... do you-"
"I don't know Draco, but I do know that you can't just run away from him. That won't help either of you. But can I ask you something?"
"...Yeah."
"Do you love him?" He lent forward and rested his elbows on his knees as he crossed his legs.
"Yes... I've loved him for a year now." Draco said quietly. "At first, when Harry left the hospital after the war I was angry at him for not telling me where he was or what he was doing, but I couldn't stay mad at him..." He sat up and looked up at the ceiling. "I soon realized that I had started to fall in love with him, and that I wasn't completely mad at him... but instead I felt betrayed because of what he had done."
"Harry came here right after the war, looking for a place to hide." Cole offered. "He didn't leave because of you, Draco. He didn't tell you because he needed the time to settle himself down and mourn the loss of Ron and Hermione, plus almost everyone else he had really cared about."
"I realize that now, and I also realize how stupid I was to think that he did it on purpose. I suppose because I hadn't really known him during school – I jumped to that conclusion." Draco replied running his hand through his half dry hair, "like I usually do..." he added after a second, "This is a time when we really need Dumbledore."
Cole laughed, and Luke raised his hand again, "So I know that you were upset about your dreams and everything, but is there something else that Harry did to hurt you?"
"Well, actually..." Draco began, and it all came out in a rush, "he's been ignoring me for his work, and it's really starting to piss me off!" he ended with a deep exhale of breath.
Both Cole and Luke laughed, and then subsided when they saw the look of hurt on Draco's features. "Well, Harry has always been the kind of guy to put his work first." Luke said, "That's one of the main reasons we broke up."
"Yeah and he broke up with me because he was preoccupied with someone else. I am assuming that person was you, Draco." Cole put in as he smiled.
Draco nodded. He didn't know what else to say, as his mind was almost completely blank. "I... I have to work in the morning..."
"Yeah..." Luke glanced down at his watch. "It is 2am anyway... we should all get to bed."
All of them agreed, and Draco pulled a blanket that had been resting on the back of the couch on top of himself. "Thank-you for letting me in."
"That's what friends do." Luke smiled as he took Cole's hand, leading him into the bedroom. "Sleep sweet... and don't worry about Harry... things will work out fine in the end."
Cole nodded. "Yeah... Luke's right. See you in the morning."
Draco nodded and smiled. He closed his eyes and within seconds, was immersed in a dreamless sleep.