Dreams of Reality
Co-Authors: Jelisee and Obscene Maureen
Chapter 5: Deja Vu, Dream Number Two
Draco had just left the Hospital Wing. What had just happened? Draco pondered this as he walked down to the Slytherin dungeons, skipping his dinner.
By the time he had entered the Common Room, Draco's mind was strained by his thoughts.
Why would Harry run off, then come back 15 minutes later? He is usually the responsible one. I've always known he MUST have some sort of personality disorder.
Draco chuckled at this thought.
He decided to rest a bit in the Common Room before going to his dormitory. The fire still had a few embers of life and it seemed very comforting to him.
Comfort.
That definitely wasn't a feeling he had felt in awhile.
Draco chose the most comfy sofa in the whole room and laid down. Soon he felt drowsy and almost immediately felt his eyelids grow heavy. He felt himself slowly slide out of the state of consciousness and into the mystical world of sleep.
Draco saw HIM. Standing so close to him, in fact, that Draco could feel the hot breath on his cheeks.
Draco felt an inexplicable feeling over come him. The very presence of this being across from him made Draco go mad with desire.
It became too much for him; Draco quickly stepped forward, took the boy by the waist and brought him in for an earth-shattering kiss.
Draco felt a wave of relief come over him.
But then, the boy started to swiftly back away. "WAIT! Don't go!", Draco yelled. The mystery boy didn't seem to hear him. And before he, the boy disappeared Draco saw a glimpse of the boy's face.
The blond-haired boy saw only one thing: a lightning bolt shaped scar.
Draco awoke with a gasp. "What the fuck was that" Draco said while taking a deep breath.
Draco then realized that he was still in the Slytherin Common Room and that it was very late. He groggily got up and dragged himself to his bed.
"I fucking hate dreams." He huffed.
The next morning, Draco was in his normal bitchy mood. Not only was he having dreams about his enemy, he spent half the night sleeping on a couch (which really left a pain in his back).
Though Draco did not want to go down to breakfast and deal with Pansy's griping, Crabbe and Goyle's grunting, and Blaise's sulking, he ended up sitting down at their table, and he had to deal with just that.
However, he definitely didn't want to deal with seeing Harry Potter. After all, he liked the boy, but he didn't think Harry returned his...love.
"Hopefully I wont stare at him this time." Draco told himself for reassurance.
Draco silently tore apart his fried eggs while trying to ignore the incessant babbling of his House mates. As much as he tried, Draco found it very hard to not look at Harry.
Fuck it.
He looked up to see search for Harry's face, and noticed Harry chatting with Weasley and Granger, as usual.
I must talk to him about last night, Draco thought to himself as he started to rise from his chair.
Then he saw Harry get up and leave towards the exit of the Dining Hall.
I WILL get to the bottom of this. I will learn why he ran away, and I will learn why he came back.
Author's Note: 3 cheers for Maureen! She was the one who wrote this ENTIRE chapter. Normally, I'd write the main stuff, and she'd add in a bit of dialogue here and there, while I did the main editing and uploading. Not this time, she wrote the entire chapter by herself, while I just uploaded and tweaked it a little. This is HER chapter. Bloody Hell, I didn't even do the plot for this chapter.-Jelisee.
