Harry sat staring out of his window, tears rolling down his cheek as he reminisced, his head resting on the chest of someone he never expected would be there for him.
"What happened?" a soft voice lulled in his ear.
"I made a mistake." Harry sighed. "I thought she was the one, but then…" Harry could see why he was even considering telling this. He hadn't even told his best friends, why he would tell-
"Who was she?" the voice asked.
"You're going to think I'm stupid." Harry stalled
"Probably, but I wont laugh."
"Hélène." Hélène was a transfer from Buaxbatons. She was also a vela, damn them, what is it in their silver blond hair and sparkling eyes that was so enchanting.
"Hélène?" the voice chuckled.
"You said you wouldn't laugh!" Harry said, continuing to stall.
"I didn't, I chuckled." The voice said triumphantly.
"Chuckling is the same thing." Harry pouted.
"No it isn't! Chuckling is more in the throat." The voice chuckled. "Besides, we're getting off topic."
"No, we just changed topics!" Harry insisted.
"You're not getting off that easy, what happened?"
"Well, she's vela, and I would have dreams about her."
"Dreams aren't a normal symptom." The voice said. "What kind of dreams were they?"
"Well, they were pretty strange."
Silver blond hair, sparkling eyes, a flash of light, golden bed sheets, an open window, with curtains flapping in a morning breeze, a slender hand on his chest. Harry awoke from his dream wondering who this mystery person was. He never saw a face; he just saw some hair, and not even the length of it. And those eyes, so hauntingly beautiful.
Harry walked down to breakfast and sat down next to Ron and Hermione. He thought about telling them about his dream, but he thought this should be one thing he would keep from his friends.
"Are you okay Harry?" Ron asked "You were sighing in you're sleep last night, you seemed eerily calm."
"Calm is bad?" Hermione chuckled.
"No, but usually when Harry makes noises in his sleep, it's one of those, you-know-who dreams."
"I'll tell you about it later, I'm running late." Harry said as he ran off.
"But…we don't have class today." Ron trailed off as he watched Harry speed away.
"So the dream was about Hélène?" the voice asked.
"Well, yeah." Harry said, confused about why anyone could not get that. "Who else could it be? I mean, she's the only girl with hair and eyes like that."
"But in the dreams, you never saw the face?" the voice insisted.
"Well, no, but who else could it be?" Harry asked.
"I don't know, but it might be someone else, someone you never thought of."
"I never thought of that, but something about the person seemed familiar."
Harry ran down the hall and accidentally bumped into a girl he hadn't really met yet. She had silver hair and sparkling eyes. It was Hélène, the vela. Harry was sure she was the one from his dream. After all, she had the hair the eyes, it had to be her.
Harry didn't know what came over him. He suddenly just seemed to step out of his body and go on auto-pilot. He snapped. Hélène screeched as Harry leapt at her.
"You leapt at her?" the voice chuckled.
"Well, not exactly leapt." Harry sighed. "More like sweeping in on her neck."
"Her neck?" the voice was laughing now. "What are you, a vampire?"
"Can we get back to the story?"
"Avoiding answering Harry?" the voice went back to chuckling, "You must be hiding something!"
"Shut up."
Harry apologized profusely to Hélène, and she gracious said she wouldn't tell anyone about it. Gracious my ass, Harry thought, she didn't want anyone to know. Harry kept having dreams like the one before, just as strange.
"Draco?" Harry asked.
"Yes." The voiced answered.
"Are there male vela?"
"No." Draco stated. "Why do you ask?"
"Because, the dream was about you." Harry said "And I never thought that I was… I mean, I'm not… but if it's been you all along, then I am…but I can't be because…"
"Why not?" Draco asked.
"Well, because… I don't know."
"It's ok Harry."
"No it's not. Draco, you don't understand!"
"No, Harry I don't, what's wrong?"
"I…I…I…I…"
"I love you Harry."
Love you Harry
I Love
Love you
Harry
Harry I love
Love
You I Harry, Love you
I love you Harry
The scene that met Harry's eyes seemed to freeze and then shatter into a million pieces. As the pieces disappeared they gave way to black.
Harry woke up in his four poster bed, sweat dripping down his head. He climbed out of the portrait whole and ran down halls and stairs not knowing where to. He threw open a door to see Draco Malfoy, just standing there, completely naked.
"Hello Harry." Draco said seductively. "Looking for something?"
"I dunno…" Harry stuttered, not used to seeing another guy so nonchalantly nude right in front of him. Harry almost gawked at Draco's quite impressive length, at only half erect, Draco was at least eight inches.
"Really now." Draco said, puffing on a cigarette Harry never noticed before. "You barge in here so adamantly, and stare at my quite impressive dick, yet you don't know what you're looking for? Besides Harry, pajama pants aren't very good for hiding tent poles."
Harry looked down at his striped pajama pants to see that Malfoy was right. Crap. He blushed from ear to ear and Draco came closer and removed Harry's clothes.
"Bloody hell!" Harry groaned. "What do you think you are doing?"
"Only what you want." Draco started to nibble on Harry's ear as he kicked Harry's striped pajamas out of the way.
"Wait!" Harry yelled, "I don't have striped pajamas!"
Harry felt himself spinning, but he wasn't at Hogwarts anymore, he was in a small house that was flying, so it was more like being thrown, in a cyclone? And why was he in a dress? Harry felt the house begin to fall as he was forced up to the roof until…
"Ding dong the witch is dead! Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong the wicked Witch is dead!"
Harry felt dizzy the Munchkins were circling around him, there singing now unintelligible. They started to blur as they circled faster and faster, until they just became a coloured streak wrapped around him. Harry felt nauseous and fell over. The circle of blurred Munchkins spread out and expanded to a larger circle. Harry saw a glint of silver as Draco stepped out of the circle, clad only in the cigarette he remembered from, that room.
"Come on Harry," Draco said, his voice distant and echoing. "What's wrong?"
Harry was in a room with an open window and gold bed sheets he saw Draco there with his blond hair, sparkling eyes, and a slender hand on his chest.
"Finally awake sleeping beauty?" Draco chuckled, "I guess this was your best time."
"First actually." Harry said
"Figured, I knew that we would end up together." Draco cooed
"When?" Harry asked.
"When you told me about your "vela" dreams."
"But I thought that…"
"Well you were a bit resistant, but after you regained consciousness, we got down to business." Draco said, stroking Harry's lower back.
"Where are we?" Harry inquired.
"The room of requirement."
"Draco?"
"Yes Harry?"
"Before I passed out, when you said you loved me, did you mean it?"
"I love you Harry," Draco lulled kissing the top of Harry's head.