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Draco tossed and turned on his bed, unable to get to sleep. He was still harbouring thoughts of hexing Seamus Finnigan, running curses through his head, selecting a few discreet ones that drew little attention. In his head, he kept imagining scenes of Seamus sprouting daisies from his ears, or turning purple in the middle of class. Chuckling, Draco fell into a deep slumber.
Ever since Draco's veela genes fully activated last summer, Draco never had a single dreamless night. He started off by seeing hazy images of his mate, as well as dreaming of sensual acts of mating. It was no doubt Draco had been turned on by some of those dreams, and he had, on countless occasions, lamented himself for being so weak. Weakness of the mind, Father called it. He never really knew who his mate was; he could never tell from the hazy images in his dreams.
That night, Draco's dream took a turn from the usual blissful and sensual ones to something Draco would consider morose and fearful.
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"No, get away from me… no… am not gay…" Harry mumbled in his sleep, waking up Neville the light sleeper.
"Harry? Wake up! Harry!" Neville shook Harry in an attempt to wake him from whatever dream he was having. Having been in the same dormitory for the past five years, Neville has gotten accustomed to having to wake Harry from his frightful dreams of Voldemort, and sometimes his muggle relatives.
"Huh?" Harry slurred as he opened his eyes, trying to identify the figure stooping atop him in the dark.
"It's Neville. You're having dreams again," whispered Neville, not wanting to disturb the other dorm mates too.
"Oh, all right. Thanks buddy," mumbled Harry, who sat up and reached for his glasses on the night table. Pulling out his wand, he illuminated his field of vision and yawned. Now he has awoken, Harry decided to indulge in on of his hobbies- spying on people using the Marauder's Map.
Everyone seemed to be asleep, even the teachers. As his eyes lingered over the dungeons, he caught sight of one name- Draco Malfoy. The dot that represented him remained stationary, "Most likely asleep," thought Harry. Looking at Malfoy's name, Harry was reminded of the pressing problem that he had, earlier, conveniently pushed to the back of his mind. Despite being the boy who defeated Lord Voldemort six times since he was born, and cheated death as a baby, Harry felt insignificant at that point in time. So insignificant in the game of life he could not even control his own future. His fate was sealed in a single glass orb that he broke at the Department of Mysteries, even his life partner had been chosen for him, and he had no say in his life whatsoever. At that point, Harry felt dejected- he would give up this name, this status of being the-Boy-Who-Lived, and would rather if he was just a normal wizard. Or even a normal muggle boy. Wiping his tears of his cheeks, Harry deactivated the Marauder's Map and closed it. Harry had his weak moments too. How tough and resilient he may seem outwardly, in school, during quidditch, facing the Dark Lord, Harry was nonetheless still a boy. One who has emotions and feelings.
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Harry was flying on his Firebolt across the quidditch field, his black hair flying unruly, a perfect complement to those piercing green eyes of his. Weaving in and out among the players of both teams, Harry dived straight for the golden snitch. It was a match against the Slytherins, and Draco followed closely behind, determined to unseat the Gryffindors as quidditch champions. Harry and Draco were less than an arm's length apart, the golden snitch leisurely fluttered near the Slytherin middle hoop, as though waiting for the Seekers to come into closer proximity before quickly disappearing again. As Draco's broom edged towards Harry, the latter shifted himself closer to the broom, seemingly to create a more streamline shape out of his body to reduce drag force. This was proven useful, as Harry gained another foot or so ahead of Draco.
"Harry Potter seems to have spotted the snitch and he's heading for it! Trailing behind is Draco Malfoy… and look! Malfoy is gaining on Harry!" Lee Jordan commented, his eyes glued on the game. On hearing this, the crowd cheered on and followed every action of the duo. Draco reclaimed the distance between them by imitating Harry's actions, and edged nearer to the Gryffindor.
All of a sudden, a loud gasp was heard from the crowd. Harry had fallen off his broom. Draco halted and watched the boy plummet to the ground, unable to do anything. After overcoming a couple of second worth of shock, Draco hollered the boy's name as he dived downwards, attempting to save him.
"Ahhhhh!!!!" Draco woke up from his dream, screaming. He screamed for a brief moment before he registered his surrounding as the Slytherin dormitory and not the Hogwarts quidditch field. Draco caught his breath, and calmed himself down. "Harry had not fallen off his broom, it was just a dream, no, he did not fall..." Draco muttered, convincing himself it was all a dream. Wiping beads of perspiration off his forehead, Draco stood up from his bed and started pacing around. Why had he dreamt of Harry meeting a mishap? That must mean something, right?
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It was apparent to Neville that Harry must have had a bad dream about Seamus; most of the Gryffindor sixth-years and fifth-years knew that Seamus had made a pass at Harry earlier on. On seeing Harry so bothered, Neville only had one conclusion- Harry is a homophobe. Not that Neville is gay himself, but he had come to terms with Seamus sometime in third year; Seamus will not trespass upon Neville and likewise, Neville will not bother Seamus about his sexual preferences.
In his dream, Harry had been gagged and chained to a chair in Moaning Myrtle's lavatory. He was stripped of his clothes except for his boxers, and Seamus was approaching him with a very suggestive and evil grin plastered on his face. It left little to imagination what Seamus had attempted to do, and all Harry could do was to try to frantically speak against the gagging cloth.
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Draco lay down on his bed once more, now recovered from the horrifying nightmare. Supporting the back of his head with his forearm, Draco sighed. How he wished he had once of those dreamless nights of fifth year. He could not believe how much his life had changed ever since he became a matured veela. How his thirst for a mate nearly drove him crazy, and all the pinning for the intended kept him from getting anything done during summer break.
Seeing that it was nearly dawn already, Draco had no more intention of getting anymore sleep. Instead, he opened his trunk and pulled out his school books. Having passed his O.W.L.s with better than expected results, Draco had continued with almost the same number of N.E.W.T subjects as Hermione, except that he took Divination. "Dreams: A Wish That Your Heart Makes When You're Fast Asleep? How appropriate," mumbled Draco as he read the title of the book for divination class. In search of an interpretation for his bizarre dream, Draco flipped the book open, and looked under "mishap".
Harry read the paragraph and shuddered, seemingly horrified.
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Harry had a dreamless slumber as he went back to sleep after being awoken by Neville. Though the last thing in his mind was, "am I that serious a homophobe?"
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"If you dream of a mishap occurring to someone you'd consider your foe, you have the secret desire to see it come to past. This shows that you have the inward tendency to gloat and even play a part in causing the downfall of the particular party involved. If the mishap happened to someone close to heart, you have fear of losing this particular character. This shows that the relationship is deeper, or potentially more profound than you thought it to be," wrote the book. Draco shuddered at the thought of himself having the inward desire to finish Potter off. Wait. Is it Harry or Potter? This meant a great deal, because if it was Harry who met with the accident, it would apply to the second scenario as described in the book. But if it had been Potter, then it applies to the first. The blonde could feel another internal struggle coming up; a struggle between his rationale Malfoy side, and his Veela Draco side.
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The next day was a big day. It was the day Draco would find out if he had to suffer any of the lessons trying hard to suppress his Veela sides from ogling Harry Potter, undressing him with his eyes. Having been awake since dawn the previous night, Draco had a head start in washing up and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast alone. Crabbe and Goyle were obviously still asleep like logs, really, for none had woken up from Draco's screams last night.
As expected, the Gryffindors had double Potions with the Slytherins, first thing in the morning.
As the class stood outside the dungeon searching for the seating arrangements, Snape appeared behind them.
"Go on, go in. Sit anywhere you want your bottoms on, I will rearrange you anyway," Snape snorted as he pushed the doors of the dungeon open and made his way in.
The class shuffled in and naturally made their way to their seats from last year; Ron beside Hermione, Dean with Neville, Harry with Seamus and Draco with Blaise. Harry tried hard not to allow yesterday's episode affect the friendship between him and Seamus, but found it hard as the latter kept stealing looks at him.
"Seamus," hissed Harry. "Look at me." Using his index and middle finger, Harry pointed to his eyes and grabbed Seamus' sleeves to catch his attention. Seamus stopped breathing and looked at Harry wide-eyed, not daring to make a sound.
"Stop staring at my ass or else!" Harry hissed, trying to do all that behind Snape's back. However, nothing escaped the evil, if not biased Potions teacher.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for speaking, Potter," snapped the Professor as he turned around sharply, facing the rest of the class. Harry let go of Seamus at that moment and his gaze returned to his Potions text.
"New seating plans," announced Snape as he looked at the class with those deep, beetle-black eyes. "And yes, if you are wondering, the two houses will have to mix. And I won't expect any of you to feel happy about it." Snape's lips curled in a way Harry could only describe as a "smirk", typically Slytherin, thought Harry. "Finnigan and Crabbe, Granger with Blaise, Weaseley and Parkinson, Longbottom, you're with Bulstrode, and Potter…" Giving an extra long pause to further increase the tension, Snape stared hard the Gryffindor. "You're with Malfoy."
Harry's jaw dropped as he heard his name being placed in the same sentence as Malfoy's. Draco glowered at Snape, who was obviously having fun playing match-make between the Veela and his intended. "As soon as Draco bonds with his intended, the better," thought the Professor.
Groans were heard and brief scowls exchanged as the students moved around, Harry picking up his books reluctantly and trudged to join Draco's table. The Slytherin pretended to be nonchalant, fearing that Potter would hear the erratic beating of his heart. "This is not supposed to be happening! I've taken the potion! I'm not supposed to feel anything!" thought Draco.
Harry took a brief glance at Draco, again perturbed by the odd expression he spotted. "This guy sure looks constipated."
Yes, it's a cliffhanger of some sort. We'll see more action in the next chapter. Will Draco blow up his cauldron for the first time in his life? Would Harry make so much mistakes Draco gets fed up? Will Snape succeed in his match-making? (I know it's so OOC for Snape to be a match-maker. Humph). Remember to go read my fanfic blog (url above) for progress of future chapters!
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