Skit: HAHA chapter three meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Draco: Harry?

Harry:………

Draco: Skit where's Harry?

Skit: ummmmmm, I think he went to play with Foamy

Harry: DIE! YOU STUPID SQUERRELL HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY BOYTOY! I WORKED HARD FOR HIM

Draco: Harry! Harry! Let go! Leave FOAMY alone!

Skit: o………………….k Disclaimer in chapter one

Chapter Three: Angel

Harry sat, cross-legged, next to the hearth where a raging fire was blazing. Sighing, he looked toward Hermione, who returned his gaze with a sympathetic look.

"You know Ron, Harry. I don't think he can control it. He'll come around soon, you know he always does." Harry nodded, though not really listening to her words. His gaze had traveled back to the flames and he was pulled back into the memory of his dreams.

"Herm, what do you think about dreams?" He didn't look at the girl, just stared into the fire.

"What about them?"

"Do they mean anything?" He finally turned to look at Hermione who gasped when she saw that the color of his brilliant orbs had changed. They were now the color of red, smoldering like the dangerous velvet that had seduced the man earlier.

"Harry, how long have you been able to do that?" She stepped toward Harry, removing his glasses to show the sight more clearly.

"Do what?"

"Change color, look! Reflecto Minere!" She flicked her wand in a circular motion, seemingly drawing a mirror in the air. Harry gasped, looking at his eyes with curiosity.

"Dunno, this is the first time it's happened. Could have to do with the potions Madam Pomfrey gave me earlier." Hermione nodded in agreement, but didn't look convinced. Standing, she straightened her skirt and started toward the portrait whole.

"Where are you off to?" Harry asked, beginning to follow her.

"The library." She stepped out of view and the sound of her shoes clinking against the tile floor faded, leaving Harry with nothing better to do then resume sitting next to the fire.

As he watched the flame, he felt himself dropping off into sleep. Almost curious, he welcomed the darkness somehow knowing his questions would be answered this night.

As the darkness faded into the white room he had occupied just the night earlier Harry noticed a change. A single rose lay in the place where he had sat, as if marking it.

A smile graced his otherwise confused features as he sat down in the place of the rose. Immediately, the visions returned.

He saw the men again. This time there was no kissing, no………it was a more passionate attraction, far deeper then skin deep.

It showed fights, arguments, talks, whispers, and once a grave though Harry could not see the name. Halfway through, however, he was interrupted with a strange whisper coming from behind him.

"Do you recognize me?" It asked. Harry whirled, then gasped at what he saw. They were standing about three feet away from him, the taller, dark haired man stood with his arms wrapped around the blonde man's waist. They stood together, one almost protective of the other.

Harry couldn't speak. This was just so………so surreal. How could they………..what who? He felt his head start to pound and he felt slightly dizzy.

"Whoa, don't faint on us." said the blonde look-alike. This didn't help.

"I'm going to assume that you know who we are?" The taller man asked, releasing the blonde and moving to stand in front of the shocked Gryffindor.

"Err… no." Was his blunt reply and the man laughed.

"I am Lord Heathiel, Lord of the Demons."

"Ha! More like Lord of the Dead. Your no Demon lord anymore!"

"And this," Heathiel said with slight annoyance in his voice, "Is Lord Draconis, has been Lord of the angels." Harry snorted at this.

"Hey, you want our help or not?" Sneered Draconis. Harry smiled sheepishly,

"Why would I need your help?"

Did you not notice the evil man that's been trying to kill you since you were about one?" Heathiel asked, conversationally. Harry frowned a little at this, but found no malice in his double's voice.

"I suppose… but how do I know… wait! You're just part of a dream! You don't even exist!"

"Oh, now that hurts!" Draconis rolled his eyes, " Fine, we will leave you to yourself… for now." Harry's eyes narrowed at the lack of fight, but didn't see a point with arguing with a few figments of his imagination.

He blinked and soon found himself in his bed, back in his room. 'If it was just a dream,' he wondered, 'then where did this rose come from?'

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Skit: short I know, but oh well!

Draco: I WASN'T IN IT! grabs papers and begins to frantically flip through them

Harry: Shh.. Its ok….shh rocks Draco back and forth

Skit: awww! I lurve h/c sex!

Draco and Harry: blanches