Goodbye my Fears
I feel that we have parted
The possibilities keep walking in on me
And it feels so strange
I guess that's change

DHDHDH

Why the hell is he in the same house with Draco Malfoy?

There's no reason for him to be in this roomy home with his arch nemesis. And, by the looks of it, he came here actually wanting to. But why? Honestly, he wasn't quite bloody sure and Harry wondered if he was, perhaps, going insane. Very, very insane. The blond looked quite a bit older and, when Harry paused just long enough to look at himself in the mirror above the fire place, he realized that, he too, looked quite a bit older; he looked damn good too. No longer was he wearing the large, circular glasses that made him look like a nerd.

In fact, he wasn't wearing anything on his face.

How was this? He could see perfectly well.

His attention turned back to Malfoy who must be insane too because he was actually smiling. Harry hadn't known that the Slytherin could smile. Harry's worst enemy also, for some insane reason, looked quite happy to see him. Harry wasn't sure he had ever been in the blond's presence for this long without the two of them flinging spells at each other. Now that he thought about it, he wasn't even sure where his wand was. It wasn't located in the muggle jeans he was wearing. As a matter of fact, the two of them were both clad in all muggle clothing.

If only the other Slytherin's could see him like this.

Harry didn't smile back. Why would he? Malfoy and he weren't friends! They've never spoken a nice word to each other in their lives! So, he wasn't about to…smile at him. Malfoy suddenly frowned as if the fact that Harry wasn't smiling back had wounded him somehow, and got up out of the chair he was sitting in, his lithe body taking a few steps towards Harry. The Gryffindor quickly noticed the gold band around Draco's ring finger. Malfoy had gotten married? Poor, poor girl. Harry met the blond's eyes again. The same frown that was on Draco's face was also in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

What? They were on a first name basis now?

Harry didn't even know what the hell he was doing in the man's house! Harry shook his head trying to fit everything into place. How had he gotten to Draco's house? Why? Was he going bloody mental? Draco took a step closer. Too close for Harry's liking. He took a quick step back but not before getting a whiff of Draco's cologne, which, by the way, smelt very good. Not that that matters! Harry shook his head again, hand flying through his hair. That's when he noticed that, he too, had a gold band around his finger.

He was married too?

What the fuck! Wouldn't he remember something like that?

Who did he marry? Draco looked worried now.

"Harry, what-"

"I-I'm fine!"

Draco clamped his mouth shut and Harry took in his surroundings. That's when he saw the pictures on the mantle. What the bloody hell? Ignoring Draco's concerned gaze, Harry strode past him and walked up to the fireplace and looked from picture to picture. There was a picture of Hermione and Ron. They looked to be in their twenties. And married. Hermione looked beautiful and Ron looked…the same? They looked happy. Why hadn't he known they got married? He would have been invited…wouldn't he? Of course he would've!

He looked at the next picture.

It was him. He was in his Gryffindor robes and it looked be at graduation. Why the bloody hell couldn't he remember graduating? The next picture, and he was only getting more and more confused, was of him and…Malfoy? What the hell was going on? His eyes flew to the next picture, which, was of him and Malfoy again. Except in the last one they were just standing next to each other. They had looked like friends. In this one they looked like friends too. Very, very good friends! Were they holding fucking hands? The next few pictures were, mostly, of Hermione and Ron.

There were two of Sirius, which left him with a huge pang inside.

When he got to the last one he was dead sure that he was bloody insane. He and Malfoy – kissing – bloody hell. He glanced down at the ring on his finger again. He was not married or…anything with Draco bloody Malfoy! What the hell was going on? Was this some kind of trick everyone was playing on him? He heard shuffling behind him and he quickly spun around to, most likely, chew out Draco Malfoy for whatever it was he was doing to him. This had to be the sickest trick someone had ever played on him. Ever.

"Harry-"

"Stop calling me that!"

Needless to say, Malfoy looked very confused as to why Harry was snapping at him. Too sincerely confused, Harry decided, to be playing a trick this whole time. He didn't think Draco was that good of an actor. Harry mentally groaned, frustrated as hell. "What do you suppose I call you then?" Harry didn't answer. He wasn't going to. He was too confused to answer him. The blond stepped closer, cautiously closing the distance between them, and carefully grabbed Harry's wrist.

"You just need to relax and-"

Harry quickly yanked his arm back. No way was he relaxing anywhere with Draco Malfoy.

"Harry!"

"Harry!"

That didn't sound like Malfoy. Actually, it was more of a female's voice more than anything really. Suddenly, Harry was being jerked forward and, bloody fucking hell, it was a dream. Extremely relieved, Harry quickly reached over to the nightstand in Ron's bedroom and put on his glasses. Hermione and Ron's blurs turned into people and the two were staring down at him. Hermione rolled her eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"It's about time. I've said your name a million times!"

"Yeah, what were you dreaming about."

Harry decided that he was definitely not going to truthfully answer Ron's question. Hell no. "I-I don't really remember, actually."

Hermione didn't seem to believe him but she didn't pester. She didn't give him the lecture about how bad a liar he was and whatnot. Hermione shook her head, telling the two to get a move on. "We're going to Diagon Ally in five minutes, Harry." As soon as the door slammed shut Harry moved in a mad rush to get dressed, brush his teeth, eat a muffin Mrs. Weasley handed to him and make it to the fire place in time to floo to Diagon Ally. Throughout the entire five minutes he was too busy to think about the nightmare he had had.

Now that he wasn't so busy, it replayed over and over in his mind.

Harry knew full well that he wasn't really…attracted to girls. Sure, there had been Cho but that had just been a mistake. Totally experimental. Mental, actually. Now that he looked back at the past he hadn't ever really been smitten with her. Well, ok, maybe a little but he had been young and stupid. It hadn't been anything then mere, well, he wasn't really sure what it had been. All he knew was, he was not attracted to girls. He wasn't sure when he knew. Probably last year, his sixth year or, maybe even the very end of fifth year.

It just sort of happened.

He'd never done anything with a guy before, though. And Hermione and Ron had no bloody idea that Harry was gay. And he planned on keeping it that way. But, the dream was just bloody disturbing. Draco Malfoy was far, far, far from attractive. The way he slicked his hair back with pounds and pounds of gel was just disgusting. And that stupid sneer on his face did nothing for his charisma. Except, in his dream, Malfoy's hair hadn't been slicked back. And there hadn't been that sneer on his face. In fact, there had been a smile. Harry shook his head.

It was really time to start thinking.

DHDHDH

The three headed to the bank first and then to the book shop. It was crowded as usual. And loud. Harry followed behind his two best friends, head ducked and looking down at the cover of a book that they had been assigned for Charms. It was pretty much blank, leather. But, he kept his head down. He hated it when someone recognized him and then proceeded to bombard him with questions, compliments, and wide eyed smiles. The fame, it just all made him feel like a snob and he didn't enjoy the feeling at all.

Suddenly, ramming into something hard, brought him out of his thoughts and into reality as he fell to the floor on his arse. He looked up to see the man of his dreams. No, literally. "Watch where you're going, Potter." Harry felt like he was going to blow chunks all over the place. "Your hair." Draco's sneer slid off his face and now all that was there was a look of pure confusion. He raised a hand to his hair, which hung freely in his face. It was still blond, obviously, but shaggy. Not slicked. Harry rubbed his forehead. This was so not happening.

He quickly got up and Draco raised an eyebrow.

"What about it, Potter?"

"Uh…nothing, Malfoy."

He tried to walk past him, Ron and Hermione watching from a few feet away, confused expressions on their faces as well. Boy, were they going to ask questions. Draco sidestepped just as Harry did so, blocking his escape. "No, Potter, I'd be delighted to hear what you have to say." Harry forcefully pushed the blond out of his way and made his way over to where his two friends stood. Draco wasted no time in following him, glare gracing his features once again.

Harry met Malfoy's gaze, firmly.

"I have nothing to say to you, Malfoy."

"Obviously you did a few seconds ago."

"I changed my mind."

Draco shook his head, smirk on his face and shrugged. "Whatever you say, Potter." With that, he strutted away, muttering under his breath about something having to do with Harry being mentally insane. Harry decided that he was mentally insane. Hermione and Ron gave him strange looks and, honestly, Harry wasn't surprised. He thrusted a hand through his hair, feeling slightly tense. His hair was…different. His hair was. HAIR – DREAM. That didn't mean anything though. Harry glanced over at Hermione who resumed to getting books.

"Uh – 'Mione?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Is-is is possible for, well, dreams, to be…well, I don't know. Do you think dreams can…tell the future?"

She thought for a moment. That questioning look came onto her face again and Harry decided that he was acting odder than he usually did. But it wasn't his fault. The dream, it had completely thrown him off course. It confused him. It was a sodding nightmare. Hermione proceeded to shrug, thoughtful look on her face. "I supposed that, yes, sometimes they can. Why? Did you dream about something last night?"

"You could say that."

"What is it, Harry?"

Hermione didn't get a word out of him.

DHDHDH

Hermione pestered him for the rest of the day, which made Ron decided to pester him as well. Harry fought them off well enough. By dinner time they had gotten bored and had stopped all questions. For now, anyway. Harry was sure that one way or another, the questions were going to start up again. Hermione was going to get bored one day and remember this day and start asking. Harry just hoped that his dreams held no Draco's in them or he'd kill himself.

After dinner, the three headed upstairs.

Mrs. Weasley forced them to bed.

"You don't need to be tired in the morning!"

Harry had trouble falling asleep. Ron had fallen under about two hours ago while Harry tossed and turned and worried about what his dreams would bring. Finally, sleep took him.

DHDHDH

Their bodies seemed to be smothered with invisible glue. Nothing in the world could pull them apart. Their bodies were one and they would be forever. Rocking and thrusting and moving frantically against each other. Their bodies were slick and shiny with sweat, fingers dug into backs and teeth nipped into skin leaving small purple marks over previously bare skin. There were muttered romantic words, sometimes yells and screams of names, and, a lot of dirty words pushing them both to the brink of exhaustion and pleasure. There was blinding light and a whirlwind of heat and gratification, then, heavy breathing, which slowly evaporated into gentle, satisfied, tired breathing.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Draco."

DHDHDH

FUCK. Harry was glad the alarm went off.

Too bad it couldn't have gone off before the dream had even started.