Authors Note:
Well, here I would like to insert some shameless self-advertising:
READ: 'Strawberry Window SHADE' Co-written by Sarah-Bear, It is VERY
GOOD!!
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
[In this chapter there will be some...closeness between Harry and Draco. But you have been warned, from here on in this story will eventually amount to slash, so if that isn't your cup of tea, don't drink tea!]
Chapter 7- Dreams
Harry gazed deeper into the crystal ball and the figures became distinguishable as himself and Draco sitting on the couch, laughing together like old friends.
He felt himself fall into the ball and then he took over the crystal ball image of himself.
He sat with Draco and they laughed together, smiling at each other and looking deep into each other's eyes.
In a move of intense courage he reached forward and moved a piece of hair off Draco's face, letting his hands flow through his soft tresses. He moved closer to the blonde; close enough to smell the sweet vanilla scent the emanated from the boy at all times.
"Harry," Draco whispered, as he too closed the gap between them, bringing their bodies close together.
Harry blushed and suddenly felt ashamed of himself, he looked over Draco's shoulder and saw a familiar large black dog wagging his tail and nodding his doggy head. Harry saw this as an act of reassurance and he looked back into Draco's silver grey eyes and sighed.
Their lips met for just a second before harry woke up, looking around the room in shock he realised it was just a dream.
He thought back over the dream; how real Draco's lips had felt on his, how reassured he'd been when he saw Padfoot nodding, as if he understood and he accepted Harry.
The dream had made him blissfully happy and he soon fell back into a deep sleep, and when he woke the next morning he didn't remember one bit of his first dream.
*****************************************************************
Draco was drifting off to sleep when the image of Harry laughing entered his mind. They had been discussing food and decorations and talking like friends all night and now he couldn't get the boys' face out of his mind.
Harry just looked so blissfully happy when he laughed, this boy who had everyones' problems on his mind, the fate of the world will eventually rest of his shoulders, but when he laughed he looked happy. His green eyes shone, those green eyes that portrayed all of his feelings.
Draco struggled to keep his mind off Harry's piercing green eyes.
His shook his head and tried to think of something else, "Naked women, think of naked women!" he said to himself. He drifted off to sleep chanting "Naked women, think of naked women" in his head.
Suddenly he was sitting in the stands at a Quiditch game watching the Gryffindor team fly around, lead by an extremely buff looking Harry Potter.
He flew by where Draco was sitting and winked at him and this little gesture set the butterflies in Draco's stomach in motion.
He jumped up out of his seat and began to jump up and down, cheering for the Gryffindors, but he wasn't loud enough and Harry couldn't hear him. Feeling very disgruntled he sat back down and leant his head in his hands.
"Hey handsome!" said Blaise as he walked over and sat down next to Draco. "What's on your mind?"
Draco leant his head against Blaise's chest and began to sob. "He can't hear me! I yell for him but I can't yell loud enough!" he sobbed, then somebody screamed and he looked around.
Harry was staring at him with Blaise as he plummeted headfirst towards the ground. He had tears in his deep green eyes and those eyes showed that he was obviously hurt.
Draco jumped up again and screamed to harry that he loved him, but Harry just kept falling towards the ground.
As Harry collided with the ground with a sickening thud, Draco woke up.
He looked around his dark room and noticed that he was sweating and he had tears running down his cheeks. He was gripping the sheets tightly in his hands and his bed looked as though he had been tossing and turning in it quite violently.
He threw the covers off himself and walked into the cold bathroom. As his bare feet touched the icy tiles and he began to shiver. He knew he needed a shower to warm him up and wash away his sweat.
Whilst in the shower he convinced himself that the dream meant nothing at all. And once he was clean and dry his only thoughts were of his warm bed.
He went into his room and straightened his sheets, then in what he dubbed a fit of insanity he walked through the bathroom and into Harry's room. Upon being relieved to find the boy was peacefully sleeping and not dead like in his dream, Draco went back to his own bed and only then did the worried sickness in the pit of him stomach subside.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
A/n: That was just a short chapter, showing their little dreams. Did you like them? Oh, I have a question to ask, what are people's views on whether Sirius should be alive in this story? I can work it either way, but I need to know what my readers think. Please review! Love Jade xxx
[In this chapter there will be some...closeness between Harry and Draco. But you have been warned, from here on in this story will eventually amount to slash, so if that isn't your cup of tea, don't drink tea!]
Chapter 7- Dreams
Harry gazed deeper into the crystal ball and the figures became distinguishable as himself and Draco sitting on the couch, laughing together like old friends.
He felt himself fall into the ball and then he took over the crystal ball image of himself.
He sat with Draco and they laughed together, smiling at each other and looking deep into each other's eyes.
In a move of intense courage he reached forward and moved a piece of hair off Draco's face, letting his hands flow through his soft tresses. He moved closer to the blonde; close enough to smell the sweet vanilla scent the emanated from the boy at all times.
"Harry," Draco whispered, as he too closed the gap between them, bringing their bodies close together.
Harry blushed and suddenly felt ashamed of himself, he looked over Draco's shoulder and saw a familiar large black dog wagging his tail and nodding his doggy head. Harry saw this as an act of reassurance and he looked back into Draco's silver grey eyes and sighed.
Their lips met for just a second before harry woke up, looking around the room in shock he realised it was just a dream.
He thought back over the dream; how real Draco's lips had felt on his, how reassured he'd been when he saw Padfoot nodding, as if he understood and he accepted Harry.
The dream had made him blissfully happy and he soon fell back into a deep sleep, and when he woke the next morning he didn't remember one bit of his first dream.
*****************************************************************
Draco was drifting off to sleep when the image of Harry laughing entered his mind. They had been discussing food and decorations and talking like friends all night and now he couldn't get the boys' face out of his mind.
Harry just looked so blissfully happy when he laughed, this boy who had everyones' problems on his mind, the fate of the world will eventually rest of his shoulders, but when he laughed he looked happy. His green eyes shone, those green eyes that portrayed all of his feelings.
Draco struggled to keep his mind off Harry's piercing green eyes.
His shook his head and tried to think of something else, "Naked women, think of naked women!" he said to himself. He drifted off to sleep chanting "Naked women, think of naked women" in his head.
Suddenly he was sitting in the stands at a Quiditch game watching the Gryffindor team fly around, lead by an extremely buff looking Harry Potter.
He flew by where Draco was sitting and winked at him and this little gesture set the butterflies in Draco's stomach in motion.
He jumped up out of his seat and began to jump up and down, cheering for the Gryffindors, but he wasn't loud enough and Harry couldn't hear him. Feeling very disgruntled he sat back down and leant his head in his hands.
"Hey handsome!" said Blaise as he walked over and sat down next to Draco. "What's on your mind?"
Draco leant his head against Blaise's chest and began to sob. "He can't hear me! I yell for him but I can't yell loud enough!" he sobbed, then somebody screamed and he looked around.
Harry was staring at him with Blaise as he plummeted headfirst towards the ground. He had tears in his deep green eyes and those eyes showed that he was obviously hurt.
Draco jumped up again and screamed to harry that he loved him, but Harry just kept falling towards the ground.
As Harry collided with the ground with a sickening thud, Draco woke up.
He looked around his dark room and noticed that he was sweating and he had tears running down his cheeks. He was gripping the sheets tightly in his hands and his bed looked as though he had been tossing and turning in it quite violently.
He threw the covers off himself and walked into the cold bathroom. As his bare feet touched the icy tiles and he began to shiver. He knew he needed a shower to warm him up and wash away his sweat.
Whilst in the shower he convinced himself that the dream meant nothing at all. And once he was clean and dry his only thoughts were of his warm bed.
He went into his room and straightened his sheets, then in what he dubbed a fit of insanity he walked through the bathroom and into Harry's room. Upon being relieved to find the boy was peacefully sleeping and not dead like in his dream, Draco went back to his own bed and only then did the worried sickness in the pit of him stomach subside.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
A/n: That was just a short chapter, showing their little dreams. Did you like them? Oh, I have a question to ask, what are people's views on whether Sirius should be alive in this story? I can work it either way, but I need to know what my readers think. Please review! Love Jade xxx