The Dreams of Reality

Co-Authors: Jelisee and Obscene Maureen


Chapter 6: The Pitter Patter of the Falling Rain

"Hey mate, how was detention?" Ron asked Harry on that Wednesday morning.

"Oh, it was…"

"Don't tell me, let me guess!" Ron exclaimed.

"Okay…"

"Did you two argue?"

"Well…yeah…"

"Did you two fight?"

"Yes, but…"

"Who won?"

"Ron, stop it!" Harry exclaimed in an annoyed tone. "Let me finish, will you?"

"Exactly, Ron, be quiet." Hermione chimed in, "You can't get Harry to answer by interrogating him."

"I wasn't!" This time it was Ron that was annoyed.

Ignoring Ron, Hermione turned back to Harry. "So, what did happen?"

For some reason, Harry felt that the second part of detention should be kept a secret. He then told his two best friends about the events leading up to the fight, and then gave a brief description of the fight itself, though leaving out the obvious important parts of it.

"What a brawl!" Ron exclaimed in amazement after he heard Harry's side of the account. "Did you make him bleed? You should have aimed for his eyes!"

"Oh, stop it, Ron." Hermione snapped, though she looked amused as well. "DID you make him bleed?"

"Um, I don't know. Listen, I have to go now," Harry lied, "I forgot my textbook for Care of Magical Creatures in my dormitory, and I need to retrieve it."

Harry quickly excused himself and started to run out of the Great Hall, while Ron and Hermione then stared at each other, bewildered.

"I didn't even know we had a textbook for Care of Magical Creatures this year." Ron said.

"We don't." Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, Ron…"

"But then why is Harry hiding something from us?"

"I don't know." Hermione said, turning her head towards the corridors, which Harry ran to. "Whatever it is, he doesn't want us to find out."


The reason Harry quickly fled was because he suddenly realized something: Why had Draco been staring at him the morning before? And why was Draco acting so nice to him, all of a sudden?

Harry's eyes widened. Could it be? Could Draco Malfoy actually like him? Harry knew that he suddenly had feelings for Draco as well. But what if Draco Malfoy wasn't gay?

Oh, but he is. A voice in his head said in a humorous tone.

Says who? Harry argued back to his head.

Oh, come on. The voice in Harry's head replied. What sort of gay-dar do you have? To me, he screams QUEER! QUEER! QUEER!

How? He even went to the Yule Ball with Pansy Parkinson!

Boy, you can be so ignorant sometimes. The way he never really cares about girls. Don't you see how Pansy Parkinson irritates him? Listen to me, Harry, he's gay. And he likes you. The voice in Harry's head responded.

But I don't know how to confront him. Harry argued back to his mind, back in 5th year, Cho was the one who came up to me and kissed me. I don't know how to ask him, even if he does like me. What can I do?

The voice in Harry's head no longer responded, and Harry stood there in the empty corridor, helpless. No way could he confront Draco Malfoy directly, he was too shy to do that. He had to contact Draco indirectly…

An idea came to Harry's head, and he quickly grabbed his quill and a piece of parchment from his book bag.

I can write a letter! That way, if I chicken out, it's too late because Draco already received it!

Harry then hurried into the library. He had to hurry, because the Care of Magical Creatures lesson will start in just 15 minutes. Draco was in that class with him, and that was where Harry could hand Draco the letter. Harry dipped the tip of his quill into the inkpot, and began to write.

Dear Draco. Those were the first words Harry put on the paper. Was it too sentimental? Should he just write "hey Draco"? But then again, he was going to tell Draco how much he liked him. Harry decided to keep the greeting, and proceeded to write the rest of the letter.

Dear Draco,

I bet you want an explanation for my behavior in detention last night. Though I can't go into the graphic details, it was because of you. Not just because of the fight. It is just that…I believe I have developed feelings for you. I like you. I really do. If this disgusts you, pretend you never read this letter, and forget it. But if you do like me back, tell me. I'm not the type of person who would confront another about something like this, so please, PLEASE understand that its hard for me to even write this.

P. S. If this disgusts you and you will ignore me for the rest of your life, I understand. I just had to get it out.

-Harry

Harry then looked over his letter, reading and re-reading it three or four times. Satisfied with the finished product, Harry quickly put everything in his book bag and headed to Care of Magical Creatures.

During the class, Harry couldn't stop thinking about the letter. He sat through Hagrid's lecture without taking in a single word that Hagrid said. Occasionally, he would quickly glance at the back of Draco's head, and then look back down at his book bag where the letter was concealed.


About two hours later the class finally ended and the students started to leave the classroom. Harry noticed Draco start to hurry out of the door, and quickly ran up to catch up.

"DRACO! WAIT!"

Draco heard the voice call to him. It must be Potter. Draco thought silently to himself. Draco didn't want to see Harry that day, especially having another lusty dream about the raven-haired boy.

"DRACO!" Harry yelled again.

Draco still pretended not to hear him, and started walking off at a fast pace. Where the bloody hell are Crabbe and Goyle? If they were here, they could block Harry's path!

"DRACO! STOP, PLEASE!" Harry yelled for the third time.

This time, Draco stopped. Why is Potter so desperate to talk to me? I guess it wouldn't hurt for me to talk to him. Draco then turned around, and soon Harry Potter caught up to him.

"Po…Harry?" Draco asked, catching himself. First names, Draco remembered, we're on first name terms now.

"Draco, I need to give you something." Harry quickly dug through his book bag, and then handed Draco a folded piece of parchment. "Just—just read it, okay? And if you don't want to talk to me afterwards, I understand." Harry then quickly backed away and then disappeared as he turned at the end of the corridor.


Harry quickly walked off. As he turned the corner, he began to run—in order to get a far distance away from Draco by the time Draco read the letter.

Harry didn't stop running until he reached the Quidditch field; gasping for air.

What if Draco Malfoy didn't like him back? What then? How will Malfoy then react to him? Harry began to think of excuses he would say if Draco didn't return Harry's feelings.

He could tell Malfoy that it was a prank Ron made him go along with.

He could tell Malfoy that he had been put under the Imperial Curse.

He could tell Malfoy that he meant to give him a different letter, but Ron switched it as a prank.

Harry even considered telling Malfoy that it was really Professor Flitwick who drank Polyjuice potion, took the form of Harry, and used it to declare his true undying love for the blond boy without getting arrested for statutory rape if they "got it on", but Harry mentally crossed out that idea because of its absurdity.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a droplet of water that hit his nose. He then looked up into the sky and took notice of the dark cumulus clouds.

Rain.

Harry then plopped himself on the ground and stared hard at the floor beneath him. "Drown me; drown me for all I care." Harry whispered to the soft blades of grass under his feet. He then lifted his face back to the sky. "MY HEART HAS BEEN TORN, ANYWAY!"

As Harry shouted this, a flash of lightning pierced through the sky, followed by a roar of thunder. In just an instant, the rain began to pour.

Draco must hate me. He must despise me. Harry thought as hot tears stung his eyes. It was foolish. The whole idea was foolish. The letter was foolish.

"Har…Harry?" A male voice asked. Draco's voice.

Harry turned around. When he saw who it was, he quickly stood up and faced the blond. Immediately, the earlier excuses he made up returned to his head. Would Draco believe it was all a dare?

"Draco…I can explain—" Harry began.

His words, however, were cut off when Draco took thee long strides up to Harry and silenced Harry's words—by pressing his own lips to that of the raven-haired boy.

Harry's surprise was only momentary. He closed his eyes and gave a soft sigh, opening his mouth.

The rain was still beating down on the Quidditch field. The icy wind was still whipping at the green blades of grass. In the center of the Quidditch field stood Harry Potter, drenched and shivering in the rain as he left Draco's tongue explore the inside of his mouth.

But nobody in their right mind would say that Harry Potter felt cold.


Author's Note: Sorrrrrry it took so long to post. My mother wouldn't let me on the computer because she claimed I spent too much time talking to Maureen over the fanfic because we'd right it while discussing each paragraph.-Jelisee