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The Best Day By Keikokin
Part one Harry's Beautiful Day

Part two Draco's Beautiful Day

Pairing: HP/DM

Warning: Fluff, first time

Rating: PG

Part one: Harry's POV

"Hermione, can I talk to you?"

I asked my surrogate sister when I spotted her in the
library with her nose in a book.

"Sure, Harry," she smiled at me encouragingly and so I
sat down.

"I don't know why, but I can't seem to sleep lately,"
I ran my fingers through my unruly hair. Hermione
nodded, she must have seen the bags under my eyes.
She notices stuff like that.

"Well, do you remember your dreams?" she asked me.

"For a little while, after I wake up," I admitted.

"I read in a psychology journal once that dream
journals can help; try keeping one for a week. Then I
can look over it for you, okay?" Hermione smiled, and
I let her get back to her studies, feeling a little
better.

So that night I did as she suggested, and this is what
I wrote.

My Dream Journal - HJP

Ok, Hermione says I should keep a dream journal for
one week to keep track of my dreams as it might give me a
clue why I wake up upset each morning. So here I go.

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Sunday night -

What I mostly remember of my dream from last night was
being touched. But it wasn't friendly, like a pat on
the back. Nor was it threatening. It was different,
and my skin felt the warmth of the touch long after
the encounter ended. I remember looking around for
who had done this to me. Alone, that was how I felt;
so lonely, and dead inside.

-Geez, what kind of dream is that?

Monday night-

Once again, I woke up feeling dead and lonely; with
the feeling I was missing something or someone. I was
shaking all over as well.

-I think I am going mad in my own dreams.

Tuesday night-

Ron says I woke up screaming, "Don't leave me!"
Tonight I will have to cast silencing charms on my
bed. It would be nice to have some level of
anonymity. This is wasting time. Yet, the feeling
haunts me all day. A sadness comprised of layers of
loneliness is becoming heavier than my cloak in my
days.

-I guess I have been a little lonely lately.
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Wednesday night-

I dreamed I was in love. It was like a hundred hugs
being given to me at once. Then the touch came and
left. My own screams woke me.

-I don't want to be alone anymore.
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Thursday night-

Someone was holding me and I was scared that we would
be seen. When I turned to look, the person in my arms
became angry and left. My pillow was wet with tears
when I woke.

-What the hell? Why would I be scared of being seen?

Friday night –

'Please don't turn away,' was the message of the
beautiful silky voice I heard. The darkness washed
away. I looked at whose warm arms I was in and
walked away. But I needed the strength they provided
me. There were no expectations from this mystery
person. It was wonderful to breathe again. Why did I
walk away to only be on my own? So, I let the shadows
wash over me.

-Great, I am so messed up that I am afraid to be loved in
my dreams?

Saturday night-

I was crying on a shoulder, with caring arms wrapped
around me. The air was blowing through my hair. Warm
sunlight kissed my skin and I felt loved. Stands of
the Quidditch pitch were on both sides. It felt like
the texture of a house team uniform beneath my cheeks.
All I knew is I didn't want them to let go. Ever.

-Is this a real person? But, at least I didn't walk away.

Sunday night-

My hand was running down a firm, muscular back as I
pulled my lover close. I was playing with long silky
hair and smelling leather mixed with spices. We
seemed to be meeting in secret again. The fear of
being found made every moment together a treasure.
Counting down the days until school ended, we made
plans to always be together. When we graduate we
wouldn't have to worry about how others felt. It
would only be us. Others were expecting us soon; I
could feel it. Soon we would return to the lies that
we were living. Our class rings were the only proof
of our love we exchanged, and this was risky. But as I
looked down into the emerald I knew everything would
be ok.

-Emerald? That is a Slytherin class ring I saw in my
dream. Who am I in love with from Slytherin house?
What did I do to deserve this?
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I looked for Hermione and found her again (big
surprise) in the library. I bit my lip as she read
over the journal. She put it down and looked at me.

"Interesting notes you added, Harry. What do you
think your dreams mean?" she whispered.

"That I am in love with someone from Slytherin," I
moaned.

"Not just someone Harry," Hermione said gently while
patting my hand.

"Who?" I felt myself gulp while I leaned forward to
hear what she had to say.

"Someone on the Slytherin house team, with long hair
and most likely male," she said softly.

"MALE?" I yelled. Several students turned and shushed
me.

She nodded, "Not too many girls have muscular backs
and smell of leather and spices."

"With long hair?" I gulped. There was only one
Seventh year on the House team with long flowing,
light blonde hair, Draco Malfoy.

The room went black and the last thing I heard was
Hermione scream my name.

I woke up with a start. Then I lay back down in
relief. It was a dream, a nightmare.

"Mr. Potter are you feeling better?" came the all too
familiar voice of Madame Pomfrey.

I sat bolt upright and looked wildly around at the
Hospital Ward.

"Um, why am I here?" I asked.

"Well, Miss Granger brought you in, something about
you fainted," the Medi-Witch, responded.

I passed out again. After I came to, I received a
most embarrassing lecture on the state of my weak
constitution. Then, I was allowed to go to lunch.

I sought out Hermione right away.

"Look, there's some sort of mistake," I whispered as I
sat down next to her.

"Oh, hi Harry. I thought you might go into some
denial. Just look at him and tell me what you feel,"
she said softly.

"Ok," I said as I gulped. My eyes wandered over to
the smirking face looking back at me. His eyes met
mine from across the room. My hands began to sweat,
my heart began to race and the room went black: as I
heard Hermione scream for the second time that day.
The last thing I had seen was Draco Malfoy, waving
goodbye at me before I passed out.

Ron helped me get up. I was so embarrassed. Hermione
gave me a shrug that Oliver Wood used to give the
opposing team when they missed a shot. I began to
beat my head on the table, repeatedly. When I looked
up into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, he looked at me with
a mixture of amusement and concern.

"Hermione, please obliviate me," I begged.

"What's with you, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Oh, he just found out he's in love with Draco
Malfoy," Hermione blabbed.

That was when Ron grabbed the back of my hair and
began to beat my head on the table.
I didn't fight him. I couldn't say who made him stop,
but when he did my traitorous eyes looked over at the
Slytherin table. Most of the table was looking at us
like we were a circus act, but so did the rest of the
school. But, the only thing I seemed to notice was
that Malfoy wasn't there. You know what the worst part
was? I realized I was DISAPPOINTED!

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I closed my eyes.
It was the touch of my dream, so even without looking
I knew it was him. So what did I do? I turned and
looked up at Draco Malfoy.

"Potter? Did you forget to take you medicine today?
Do you know I heard you fainted in the library today?
Is that true?" the silky voice of my dreams asked.

I must have looked at him funny because he smiled. HE
SMILED AT ME! DO YOU HEAR ME? So I did what any red
blooded gay male at Hogwarts would do. I smiled back
and passed out.

But when I woke up it was in the arms of Draco Malfoy.
I seemed to be on the ground outside. Maybe he thought
I needed fresh air. I sighed and smiled up into those
beautiful gray eyes with just a tinge of blue. I am
sure it was a dumb, goofy grin.

"Potter, you are acting very funny today," he said
with a chuckle.

"Uh-huh," was the best I could say, while trying to
oh-so discreetly nuzzle back into his arms more.

"Why did you pass out just now?" he asked with a
beautiful, perfect eyebrow raised.

"You smiled at me?" I answered stupidly.

"So you are telling me Potter, that you passed out
because I smiled at you?" Draco drawled.

"Uh-huh," I repeated again.

"Gee, Potter this could go to a guy's head," Draco
said with a smirk.

I smiled, and nodded. Honestly, I think my IQ was
dropping as the conversation progressed.

"Hmm, you seem very cooperative today. Mind if I ask
you some more questions, Potter?

I smiled and shook my head. By this point, Draco
probably thought I was mental.

"Potter do you like me?"

I smiled and nodded.

He smirked, "Cat got your tongue, Potter?"

"Uh-huh," I said in a daze while staring at every inch
of his beautiful face.

"How about for starters I get to call you Harry when
we are alone, and you call me Draco?" he drawled in
that wonderful voice of his.

If he hadn't of caught me, I'm sure I would have
swooned again. He tightened his grip on me and
brought me into his lap. I think I began to purr, but
I'm not sure.

"Well, that's a positive reaction, Harry," he said
softly and began to run a finger down the side of my
face.

I think I moaned. I would have been horrified if I
was in my right mind.

"Draco," I managed to say.

"Very good Harry, starting to come back to Earth?"
Draco had begun to play with my hair.

"So, Harry would you like to go out with me?" he
whispered.

I felt the world go black, and then felt something
soft, warm and wonderful brush my lips.

"No passing out now Harry, answer me," the silky voice
of my dreams said.

I put a hand to my lips.

"Draco, did you just…?"

"Yes, Harry I just kissed you and asked you out, but
you haven't answered me yet."

I nodded and smiled.

"Well, it seems to be the custom among our peers to
exchange class rings," he smiled and gave me his ring.

I beamed happily at Draco and held up my hand. He
chuckled and switched rings, then kissed me again.

It was the best day of my life.

Draco's Beautiful Day

My nerves were shot, obviously. I mean why else would
I do what I did that day? But, my whole life has
changed because of it. Let me explain, and then
perhaps you can tell me why I did it?

I never took Divination. My father had seen to that
before he'd gone to Azkaban and my mother vanished;
but I'd rather not discuss my family's dirty laundry.

But on that day I went to see her, Madame Trelawney.
She might be a fraud, however I'd grown to think the
opposite was true. Why else did the Headmaster keep
her on staff?

I entered the room and almost gagged on the incense
and warmth of the room; it was stifling. Yet out of
the shadows of the room, I heard her strange, misty
voice.

"You come because of the question."

It was not a question.

"Yes, but I am not sure what my question even is."

"But I do."

I tried to ignore the feeling of fear in my clenching
stomach.

"But perhaps helping you find the answer, will serve you
better."

She chuckled.

"You are a man divided in two. One side is considered
to be the true reflection of your parents. Ironically
enough, you even have your name split in two. There
are those who call you Malfoy. And yet even those who
call you Malfoy are divided. It is here, where the
true root of your problem lies. Those who use Malfoy
as a way to label their hatred of your heritage and
façade are easy enough for you to accept. After all
you have dealt with that your entire life.

But there is one who calls you by the surname you
secretly despise. That person is the only one who
you most dearly want to see the different side of you.
The side that your true friends and loved ones call
Draco is the one you wish for him to see. You want
desperately to bring him to the other side of your
personality. But your fear, which is not ever far
from your side, stops you. What you know about him
you can't explain, because the truth is too close to
you. It is driving you mad.

Your fear is that you love him. It is a classic fear
of the truth. Feel that love and you will know who it
is. You have blinded him from the truth and so kept
you both in bondage. It is a prison for your love,
heart, soul and mind. Madness is not what has brought
you here; Your need for him has. This is your last
chance and so your fear has doubled. It has changed
everything.

"SO how does this help me find my answer?" I asked
fearfully.

"Let me ask you something, Draco," she said with a
sense of irony, "How far are you willing to lose
yourself to gain him, his love and the better part of
your own heart?"

"It depends on who it is, I suppose," I said in
response.

"Who do you most fear it to be?" she replied. "That is
your answer to the question of," Who is it you love;
who stops you from easily being Malfoy, and makes you
desire to be Draco forevermore?"

My knees went weak and I sank into a very large poofy
chair by a small table. She kindly brought me tea
and then looked at the leaves when I finished.

"He is a competitor, in your year, and almost your
true opposite. Like you, the world has cast him in a
mold; he doesn't want to live. To protect yourself you
call him by his last name as well. His dreams have
just now revealed the truth to him; that he loves you
as well."

I nodded, and thanked her for her time. In a daze I
went to lunch and sat down and stared openly at the
Gryffindor table; for there are only a few
possibilities to what the Divination professor had
told me. But my true competitor and opposite, that I
called by his surname, was Potter.

So, I am in love with Harry Potter. It was amusing
how clear it was now. Then I overheard an interesting
tidbit of information from a few seats away. Potter
had fainted in the library and was taken to the
Infirmary. I wondered what made him pass out. As I
pondered this question I felt concern for him flow
through me. A smirk was still on my face as Potter
looked at me. No, I needed to let go of that fear,
his name is Harry, I told myself. With amusement I saw Harry sway on
his seat as he looked at me. I couldn't help it; I
waved goodbye as he keeled over. Gods, he was so
cute. I wondered what had him so rattled today, but
it was hard to think with Granger screaming.

The Weasel helped Harry back up. The handsome
Gryffindor began to beat his head against the table
and I chuckled. I felt amusement and concern for Harry
as he looked at me again, with a beautiful light blush
on his cheeks. The Weasel and Granger seemed to have a
little chat and then something happened that made my
blood boil. That red headed twit grabbed Harry by the
hair and began to pound his head against the table.
In an instant I was on my feet, so overcome to protect
my Harry. As I reached a stunned Gryffindor table, I
grabbed the Weasel and tore him off of my love.

I reached out and placed my hand on Harry's shoulder;
the warmth of it surged through me. As he looked up at
me so dazed, I couldn't help it; I just had to tease.

"Potter? Did you forget to take you medicine today? Do
you know I heard you fainted in the library today. Is
that true?"

I made sure to keep any malice out of my voice, and
used my softest tone. Harry looked at me with pure
wonder in his eyes. I realized then that Trelawney

didn't need to tell me I was in love
with Harry. I felt it. I smiled lovingly at him, and
his eyes went wide. Then I saw his eyes roll back in
his head and he passed out into my waiting arms. I
shook my head and scooped him up in my arms and kissed
his forehead. I chuckled on my way out of the Great
Hall as I heard gasps all around me. Whether it was
from that kiss, the smile or the fact I was carrying
Harry out in my arms; I didn't care. I kicked open
the front doors, and took my love outside into the
sunshine. Somehow, it seemed appropriate. I reveled
in the feel of Harry in my arms. I kneeled down on
the sun-warmed grass and put him gently onto the
ground, careful to keep his torso in my embrace.

I brushed the hair out of his adorable face and he
sighed. His beautiful green eyes opened and stared
into mine. The most beautiful smile I'd ever seen on
Harry's face looked up at me.

"Potter, you are acting very funny today," I teased in
a gentle voice.

"Uh-huh," my love answered while nuzzling, ever so
cutely closer into my embrace. I really think he
thought I didn't notice.

Teasing once again, I raised an eyebrow at Harry and
asked, "Why did you pass out just now?"

"You smiled at me?" he questioned me back in a bit of
a haze.

I drawled, "So you are telling me Potter, that you
passed out
because I smiled at you?"

"Uh-huh," he answered me with a dazed, loving look in
his eyes.

"Gee, Potter this could go to a guy's head," I
responded trying so hard to smirk, that I wasn't sure
whether I had succeeded or not.

He smiled at me so cutely while nodding, I felt my
heart melt.

"Hmm, you seem very cooperative today. Mind if I ask
you some more questions, Potter?"

I managed to ask, knowing that I could not let the
last of my fears go until I knew how he felt.

Harry smiled that beautiful, loving smile at me
again, and nodded. The pure love shinning so brightly
from his eyes gave me courage.

"Potter, do you like me?"

He smiled and nodded, brightly once again.

I struggled, one last time to raise a smirk, "Cat got
your tongue, Potter?"

"Uh-huh," he said, with no idea of how cute he was.
His beautiful green eyes were flitting over my face.

"How about for starters I get to call you Harry when
we are alone, and you call me Draco." I felt the fear
wash over me, that he might refuse this. According to
Trelawney, this would be the beginning of bringing
Harry into the close circle I had of friends and loved
ones. It would brand Harry in my heart, body, mind and
soul as a loved one, casting out the dark fears.

I felt him go limp in my arms and I had to tighten my
grip around Harry's beautiful body. As I did my
beautiful lion actually purred in my arms. My fears
crumbled to the ground.

"Well, that's a positive reaction, Harry," I said
softly , and began to run a finger down the side of my
lion's handsome face. Harry moaned at the touch and my
heart swelled with love.

"Draco," he whispered. His use of my name was like
ambrosia to my soul.

"Very good Harry, starting to come back to Earth?"
I kidded while playing with his amazingly soft, yet unruly, hair.

My heart begged me to be in a closer relationship with
the one I so obviously loved. Yet it was still so
hard to be me, and I only managed to whisper my next
question.

"So, Harry would you like to go out with me?"

My lion melted into another swoon in my arms. I could
no longer resist and brushed my lips over his soft
pink mouth as he lay in my embrace, very nearly out
cold once again. It seemed to bring him around.

"No passing out now Harry, answer me," I whispered,
needing to hear it from his tender lips.

I watched him put a hand to his lips.

"Draco, did you just…?" he asked me. I guess he
needed confirmation too.

"Yes Harry, I just kissed you and asked you out, but
you haven't answered me yet." I replied honestly in a
soft voice.

Harry nodded and smiled at me; his eyes filled with
love.

"Well, it seems to be the custom among our peers to
exchange class rings," I said, while smiling happily,
and tried to give Harry my Slytherin House class ring,
but he was like a rag doll.

Harry seemed to smile even happier than before, and
held up his hand with a Gryffindor House class ring on
it. I chuckled at my melted lion and switched our
rings; then kissed my Harry again while he was still
conscious.

It was the best day of my life.