Disclaimer: I own no characters from the Harry Potter books and I do not make money from writing these stories. They're purely the daydreams of a twisted mind.
In other words I can't get Harry and Draco out of my head :D
This fic is sightly oocy in the fact that you have no idea why they're all acting the way they do - it will be explained later and is part of the plot. Not my fault that the muse told me to write it like this...
Anyway...
Smoke and Mirrors, gone with the morning light
Why are there so many mirrors? I thought to myself, walking slowly through the night-shrouded forest. And why exactly am I in the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night? I stopped and frowned, reaching out for the nearest mirror - it happened to be hovering around three feet away from me, almost requesting that I examined it. I walked closer so that I could see it clearly. It was a thing of beauty, as if mercury hung in globes above the ground. Leaning towards the globe, eyes intent on the reflective surface I saw an image move across the mirror - white hair, storm-silver eyes, moonlit skin all clothed in black. I turned around, wand ready, to see if the image in the mirror was real, even though I could hear nothing but my own thoughts. My heart slowly calmed and my hand reached out of its own volition, my fingertips coming to a halt only inches from the mirror-like substance. It's a mirror, albeit a rather wierd one... Surely it can't hurt me? As my fingertips made contact, a bright light flashed, and the last thing I saw before conciousness left me was white hair, silver eyes, and moonlit skin approaching me.
I screamed myself awake, launching myself upwards so I was crouched on the bed, holding my wand out, ready for attack.
The curtains were yanked back from around my bed and I screamed again, falling backwards to find Ron's arms around me, catching me before I could fall to the floor. "Seamus, Ron..." I breathed with a sigh of relief.
"Who were you expecting?" asked Ron, curiously. "That must've been one hell of a dream, Harry... Are you ok?" He looked so concerned for my wellbeing.
I couldn't stop the words flowing from my lips. "I'm fine Ron, it was all just a really wierd dream..." I looked at my mates apologetically. "Thanks for catching me Ron..." I grinned as Ron went bright red, realising that he'd had his arms around me for far longer than was proper, and promptly dropped me onto the bed.
I sighed softly. "What time is it?" Seamus checked the clock by his bed.
"Too early to be awake... it's about 6.30am. And it's a Sunday..." He grinned at me then asked "Are you alright, Harry? Anything I can do to help you? You know, clubbing you round the head or something like that?" I laughed and threw a pillow at him.
"Nah, I'm fine, thank you Seamus. I think I'll just get up and go for a walk or something." Seamus and Ron nodded briefly, patting me on the shoulder before dragging themselves back into bed. I slipped into jeans and pulled on a hooded top that was way too big, but so warm and comfortable. And comforting. I admitted to myself as I slipped on a pair of worn-out trainers and grabbed my glasses from beside the bed.
I tried to be as quiet as the proverbial church mouse, sneaking down the stairs and out into the school grounds, until finally I was free.
I wandered aimlessly for some time until I realised that I was walking along the edge of the Forbidden Forest - the same trees which haunted my dreams were looming over me, rustling and whispering to themselves as I passed by. Feeling discomforted by their presence, I turned and headed back up the slope towards the Quidditch pitch.
Just as I finished climbing the stands by the Quidditch pitch, the sun chose to rise above the horizon. I leaned my arms against the cold wood and watched it slowly waken the world with tendrils of light flowing across the landscape.
That damn dream... I thought stupidly to myself and sighed. The dream was just that. It wasn't a fortelling, it wasn't teenage angst (as far as I could tell) and it wasn't going to go away until I made some sense of it. I slumped against the wood, resting my body against it, my chin in my hands. Always the same. The mirrors, the reflection, then the light. Blinding, stunning light...and then I wake. I sighed deeply, eyes half closed as the sunlight crept towards me, the image in the mirror haunting me, so clearly I could see it - the white hair softly falling over shining silver eyes, the perfect lips parted slightly, the palest skin imaginable, covered in black silk... Hang on, that's a bit more detailed than normal, isn't it? I opened my eyes fully and jumped back with a gasp to see someone floating on their broom just in front of me.
"Malfoy, what the hell?" I must have sounded as confused as I looked "I...you...the reflection, so real..." My voice ground to a halt as I realised that the image in my dream did resemble Malfoy rather too closely for comfort. "Why are you out flying this early?" I couldn't stop myself from asking as Malfoy floated over the barrier and gracefully jumped from his broom, placing it gently on the floor before turning to lean against the wood, only inches from me.
Malfoy stared out at the sunrise, his face unreadable, though I sensed there was some inner turmoil... I was proven right when he turned to look at me and finally spoke in a hushed tone, as if to speak too loudly would shatter the fraglie light washing over us. "I had a really wierd dream and you were in it." I must have looked surprised. "Just a reflection of you, but...definately you. The mirrors, I touched one and then... Nothing. I awoke with a feeling that I should be outside. I got my broom and started flying around the grounds. I went to the edge of the Forbidden Forest but...it was so menacing." I raised an eyebrow slightly - Malfoy must have been really shaken to admit that something had frightened him. " So I flew up here, with the intention of getting some flight practise in before breakfast. Instead, I found the reflection that I was really looking for."
I stood, simply looking at Malfoy for some time, wondering what it meant that we were in each others dreams. I took a deep breath and let it slowly out. "I had the same dream." Malfoy gasped in surprise. "The globes reflected nothing until I saw your image in them. I reached out to the globe and light filled me. I woke up screaming." I stared into Malfoy's eyes. "Any idea what's going on?" I asked with a wry smile.
Malfoy smiled softly and shook his head. "I have no idea, much as it pains me to admit that to you of all people... No offense..." He looked at me and I rolled my eyes, smiling. He snorted softly. "I..." He frowned a little. "I think we should try and work on a way of stopping this. That dream was... Frightening. And I am a Malfoy. I do not get frightened." He looked so pompous that I burst out laughing, setting him to smiling, and finally to laughing as we hung onto the wooden railing.
"Call me Harry, please? If we're going to work together on this it seems silly to fight and call each other by our last names." I looked at the blonde imploringly. "Please?"
For a moment, Malfoy looked into my eyes, searching for something - I don't think I'll ever know what he was thinking at that moment. He slowly nodded. "Yes. That seems...sensible... Just for the duration of this though. Once I don't have you in my dreams then it goes back to normal, right?" One perfect blonde eyebrow raised, demanding an answer of me.
"Alright. If once this is sorted out, you want to go back to the old ways, then yes. I agree." My heart felt heavy for a moment as I agreed to his terms. I sighed. "I think we ought to start with Dumbledore. Maybe he will be able to think of something." Draco nodded.
"I'll speak to Snape, maybe he'll have some ideas too." He leant down to pick up his broom and looked at me sheepishly - there was no other word for it. "Umm. Harry? Do you want a lift back to the castle?" I smiled and nodded, mounting the broom behind Draco, wrapping my arms around his waist - I didn't think he'd try to drop me from a hundred feet, but even with our truce, I wouldn't put it past him. He stiffened for a moment before lifting us off the wooden platform and heading out across the pitch. I felt so tired suddenly, leaning more heavily into Draco's back as we flew. He was so warm, and it was comforting to feel the air rush past us. I must have fallen asleep for a moment - long enough for my grip on Draco to fail, and for me to slip sideways off the broom. It felt like I hung in the air for a moment, before Draco caught a handful of my jumper and dragged me onto the broom in front of him.
"Bloody hellfire Harry..." He muttered at me as my eyes opened.
"What happened?" I asked stupidly. "Why'm I in front of you now?
Draco rolled his eyes before replying. "You fell asleep on me, then decided that not holding on was a good thing when you're about 200 feet off the ground. I had to drag you back onto the broom, hence you being in front of me." He looked at me, so close, and sighed at my sleepy expression. "Much as I hate to say this, it is quite cold out here so if you want to fall asleep on me again, go ahead." I opened my eyes to look at him again, noticing a gentle pink flush staining his cheeks.
"I won't tell anyone. I promise." I murmered, before resting my head on Draco's shoulder and wrapping my arms around him. It felt strange, having someone to lean on, someone to bring me comfort. A gentle sigh escaped me and my eyes fluttered shut, sending me into oblivion.
Right. The muse is strong with this one so I shall (hopefully) not lose the plot bunny by tomorrow, which is when I intend to update this fic.
This is my first time at writing a fic like this - normally I go for very silly teenage romances rather than take the softly-softly aproach. It's interesting for me - there is little concious effort going into this story - perhaps a stray idea found its way into my head and made itself at home.
I just hope it brings some friends...
