The Dreams of Reality

Co-Authors: Jelisee and Obscene Maureen


Chapter 7: Seeing Red

Draco shivered when he finally pulled himself away from Harry.

"Harry…"

"Hm?"

"If we stay out here, we'll catch pneumonia." Draco said through chattering teeth. Or worse, we'll get caught ourselves."

"You're right, but where can we go?"

Draco bit his lip in thought before his silver-gray eyes lit up with an idea. He then grabbed Harry Potter by the arm, and led him back into the castle.

"Where are we heading?" Harry asked, as Draco took him back through the Charms corridors.

"You'll see, its somewhere where we can finally be alone."

Harry must have decided not to question Draco's motives, because they soon reached the destination, which Draco was seeking.

The Prefect's bathroom.

"Dragon Dung." Draco said, and the door quickly responded to the password by unlatching its lock. Though Draco was so nervous his very fingers were shaking, he then spoke to Harry in an etiquette way after they both stepped inside.


"Wow. A bathroom? I'm so lucky to have a romantic boy such as yourself, Draco." Harry teased.

"What made you think Malfoys were romantic?"

"Good point."

"I guess we're alone now." Draco said, as he looked at the surroundings.

Draco moved both his arms against the wall, cornering Harry Potter.

"Now, I've been wondering since yesterday, where and why did you run off during detention?"

Harry glanced back at Draco shyly with such a boyish feature on his face that Draco took a step back.

God is he beautiful. It was as if Fate brought them together at last.

In an almost aggressive way, Draco seized Harry and pressed his lips to that of the other's. Draco felt complete ecstasy take over his body. In a strange way, Draco knew Harry felt the same.

Draco felt Harry's hands reach up his back, while Harry also responded by slipping his tongue into Draco's mouth.

After a moment, both boys separated to catch their breath, and Harry had a mischievous look on his face.

"Let's say we take use of our surrounding." Harry said with a small grin.

"Huh?"

"I mean, let's make use of the things in this bathroom." Saying this, Harry grabbed the collar of Draco's robes and led him up to the bathtub. Sticking one foot into the bathtub itself, Harry pressed the plug in place. He then swung his foot out of the large bathtub and opened one, two, three of the faucets with his right hand.

Draco finally caught on to what Harry was doing. "You rascal…"

Harry grinned and swung his arms around Draco's neck. Draco was surprised by Harry Potter's sudden boldness.

"Since when have you been so aggressive at what you do?" Draco asked him.

"Since I wrote that letter an hour ago. I now feel like I can do anything." Harry replied cheerfully.

Draco realized that it made sense, and gave Harry another quick kiss onto his lips. "But you never answered my earlier question."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Question?"

"Why you suddenly fled from detention."

Harry snickered. "I went to jack off." He said.

Draco was taken back by Harry's matter-of-fact reply. "Wow, you really MUST have been made bold by that letter."

Harry laughed.

After another kiss, Harry heaved himself backward, grabbed onto the collar of Draco's robes, and both of them tumbled backwards into the now filled bathtub of perfumed bubbles.

"Oh!" Draco gasped as a wave of water crashed over his head, and he started to cough up water.

"Are you alright?" Harry said.

"I—yeah." Draco answered. "Yes, I am."

Draco started to take off his robes, since they were soaked with bubbles. The foamy bubbles were so thick that nothing could be seen, anyway. Meanwhile, Harry did the same thing.

Once both boys completely undressed, Draco leaned back and sighed as he felt small bubbles tickle at the back of his neck. He swished his hand around in the water, and gave a smile of complete satisfaction.

"Draco?"

"Hm?"

Draco turned around, only to see Harry reach for him and give him another kiss. Draco responded by kissing Harry back, and he slid his hand down Harry's back until it came to a rest at the curve of Harry's buttocks.

Harry made a sharp intake of breath. "Draco, do you love me?"

"How could I not?"

"Because," Harry said, as he then adjusted his position in the tub so that he was sitting on his feet, "I want us to take it to another level."

"I do too." Draco whispered, and started to put his hand towards Harry's face, when he heard sounds of footsteps.

"WHAT'S THAT?" Draco said loudly.

Harry gulped. "I think—I think that someone's coming into the bathroom!"

"Then hide!"

"Why me?"

"Because I'm a prefect, people would expect me to be here! But you're not, you have to hide!"

"Where to?" Harry paled.

Just as the door started to swing open, Draco grabbed Harry by the head, and pushed him under the surface of the water.


In burst Ronald Weasley, holding onto his stomach. He ran up to the toilet and threw up, while unpleasant noises came from the globs of food coming from his throat. Weasley then took a few gasps of air, and heaved again. After about 7 seconds, he put his hands on his knees, gasping.

"Ahem." Draco coughed.

Weasley turned towards the sound, and jumped when he saw Draco Malfoy in the bathtub, in the dense foam of bubbles.

"Do you mind?" Draco said indignantly.

"No." Weasley replied, flushing red. "Sorry, Malfoy. I—I accidentally ate a battery acid flavored Bertie Botts, and the door to the Prefect's Bathroom wasn't locked—"

"Get out!" Draco yelled. Damn it, the world would be better off without people like the Weasleys.

"All right, all right." Ron said, "By golly, you don't have to be so upset, I just—"

Just then, Draco felt a large bubble rise up from the surface of the water; Harry had coughed.

Whooosh. Harry quickly shot back out of the water, gasping for breath. Draco watched him, and the turned back to Weasley, who was staring in shock.

He was in a bathtub with Harry Potter.

They were naked.

Ron was watching them.

Fuck.

"Oh my…" Ron began. "Please, PLEASE tell me you were trying to drown him, Malfoy. Oh fuck, oh..."

"Ron, its not what you think!" Harry yelled.

"I can not believe you." Ron spat. Draco noticed that Ron's eyes began to get blurry. Ron turned around and fled out of the Prefect's bathroom.

"Oh fuck." Harry groaned as he put his hands to his face.

"That prick, he shouldn't have burst in on us!" Draco said angrily.

"Draco, you have to understand that Ron is my best friend and that I do care for him. Please, keep whatever banter you have to yourself" Harry replied in a calm voice.

"Harry, it's okay." Draco said, making a lousy attempt to assure his friend.

"No—no it's not." Harry kept his hands to his face, while Draco didn't know what to do.

Instead, Draco quickly got out of the tub and dressed, leaving Harry in the bathroom.


That just ruined everything. Draco thought to himself.

As Draco descended down the steps of the staircase, he heard sniffling in the corner. He leaned over the side of the banister, and noticed Weasley huddled with his face to his knees, sobbing.

"Weasley? You're upset too? What's gotten into both you and Harry!"

Ronald Weasley turned his eyes towards Draco, and Draco took a step back. Weasley's eyes were red, swollen, and…angry.

"You bastard." Weasley whispered to Draco. "You bastard, what the hell did you do to my friend!"

"I didn't do ANYTHING to Harry!" Draco yelled back.

"Oh, so you're calling him by his first name now? I bet you put him under the Imperius Curse!"

"Weasley, damn it, I haven't done anything! I wouldn't!"

"Liar!"

The next feeling Draco had was of himself being physically punched in the jaw.

And it hurt.

Draco stumbled backwards, and Weasley moved up towards him, with his fist raised.

"Look," Draco said desperately, "I didn't do ANYTHING to Harry, you've got everything wrong!"

Ronald Weasley didn't seem to be fazed at all by that comment, and Draco knew that it was wrong to hit Weasley back when he was only trying to defend his friend.

Yet Ronald Weasley would beat Draco into a bloody pulp if he didn't defend himself.

So Draco did the only thing he could do in a situation like this: he RAN.


Draco fled through the Charms corridor, with Ron hot at his heels. He turned the corning and ran straight into the Library.

Ron must have been too angry to think of using his wand, and Draco didn't want to take out his own wand, which would give Weasley any ideas. Draco ran straight past several 4th year Hufflepuffs who all looked up at him.

"MR. MALFOY!" Madam Pince, the librarian, yelled. "DON'T RUN IN THE LIBRARY!"

Draco saw Ron enter the library too, and then run to the opposite side of the rectangular table at which Draco stood. They stared at each other, gasping.

"Weasley, please, at least talk to Harry before you get angry with me—"

"Oh shut up, Malfoy. I don't know what filthy tricks are up your sleeves, but I'm not letting you go. I've had it with you." Ron said in a deadly whisper.

Draco analyzed the area he was at, and made mental notes to himself.

He and Ron were standing on the opposite sides of the table.

If Ron ran in one direction, he could run in the opposite direction and get the hell out of the library.

If Ron was aware of that, and planned to feign one direction, then switch to the opposite as a trick, then he would catch Draco.

But what if Draco knew that Ron would switch directions? Then they could both feign going in opposite directions, yet switch, and Draco would get away.

But what if Ron knew that Draco knew that Ron would switch directions? Then Ron would still catch him.

But what if Draco knew that Ron knew that Draco knew that…

Draco shook his head. This was getting too confusing.

"Fuck this, I don't have to take this crap." Draco muttered to himself. He grabbed a large Transfigurations textbook that one of the Fourth Year Hufflepuffs had at her desk, and then he made a charge in one direction. As Ron came around the same side, Draco swung the book as hard as he could, and smacked it right into Ron's face.

As Ron crumpled to the floor, Draco ran out of the library and out to the Quidditch fields, as far away as he could.


Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update, I was...lazy. Actually, there was no other excuse for it, it's not like I was suffering from Writer's Block because Maureen and I planned out all the chapters. It's just that we wanted to take a break from updating once every 3 days, so we took a what, a 2 week break-Jelisee

Here are some reviews I'll reply to:

I don't know why, but i feel like I already read this. said this fic was updated... Oh whatever. UPDATE SOON! Alora

Yes, you reviewed Chapter 6 twice, lol. It's been like that for me too, when I'd go online to look at my review history, and something is turned green, but doesn't have a new chapter. It's rather disappointing when it happens, too. We didn't update, nor edit the fanfic, so I don't know why it did that.

aw! i can just see them embracing in a field, rain pouring, them making out, them laying down on the grass, clothes coming off... oh sorry, i couldn't help it. i'm such a pervert. great chapter! update soon! yeahright

You're a sick perv, you know that? But I like it ;)

YAY FOR HARRY! HE'S SO BRAVE! WHAT A GRYFFINDOR! WHE! That was so cute! I mean, I don't think I've ever read a declaration thing that good! It was sweet and to the point, yet not cheesy.

The rain was a great touch! BRAVO! And I loved how you wrote about Harry fretting that Draco wouldn't like him back. The whole Flitwick scenario was hysterical. HAHAHAHA. Okay composes herself

I loved how Draco just walked up to Harry in the stands and kissed him. THAT WAS GREAT! EXCELENTE! MUY BIEN! (I'm so hyper). PLEASE update SOON! I must know how these two lovely gentlemen progress with their relationship! Princess Pepper

Maureen loves long reviews, and she was so happy when she saw this one. (She's a review groupy). But anyway, thanks. And you seem very, VERY happy.