Golden Dreams

When he woke up the next day, he thought all of it was a dream. None of it seemed real. Draco asking to be friends? Narcissa nice? Lucius going to stop Voldemort? None of it could be real. But he had to believe it. Lucius sat at the breakfast table waiting for Harry to come down.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. Just the person I need to speak too." He said softly, as if more than the softest voice was restricted.

"Hello?" Harry meant it to be a statement but nervousness overtook him. Lucius gestured to a chair next to him but Harry stayed his distance. Instead, he took a chair three spots away.

Lucius sighed, "I understand your hesitance," He took a deep breath and then continued to speak, "What are your motives?"

"What motives?"

"Your motives for fighting the Dark Lord." He said, eyes darting everywhere. One moment examining Harry's expression, the next looking at the door.

"Uh, I guess I'll, um, will go out with my…wand?" Harry suggested. Lucius shook his head slightly.

"Will the dark lord stop at your wand? I recall that his is no different then yours. Mr. Potter, he is a killer. Only half-human. He is wiser than all of us. You must train with other items than your wand." The door opened suddenly and the man Harry had seen Lucius talking to the night before came through the door.

"Ah, Lucius, leave the boy alone! A shock that he was kidnapped and now in a secret organization is enough! Let him rest his head." The man, Norman, as Lucius called him the night before, laughed his loud booming laugh. Lucius smiled thinly again.

"Pardon me, Norman, I shall leave for the ministry now." With that, he left. Norman took his chair and snapped his fingers for the servants.

"The usual," He said, obviously meaning food. The servant nodded and asked Harry if he wanted anything.

"Excuse me." A girl prevented Harry from answering, "I would like a small bowl of fruit and a water." She smiled at Harry and sat in the chair next to him.

"Do you want anything, Darling?" Amazingly she was talking to Harry. He blushed and shook his head.

"This is my daughter, Lizzie," Norman said, answering the unasked question.

She laughed, "Oh, my father is a strange one. I prefer Elizabeth. What name do you go by?" Her auburn hair bounced as she laughed. A few locks of it fell in front of her emerald eyes, she pushed themback swiftly.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He answered, trying to stay calm.

"Well, well, Harry Potter, eh? This is going to be an interesting summer," She scooted her chair closer to his, "My father made me come here. The only boy is Draco. But he's not exactly dating material. He's strange. But now that you're here things are going to be very different." She giggled and laid her head on his shoulder. He blushed deeper.

Norman laughed, "My Lizzie is the little flirt, isn't she? Don't let her innocent looks deceive you, boy, she is quite a fire." He winked. Harry felt trapped. Should he move her head and leave it there? Luckily, she moved it.

"I'm gonna go." He said and rushed from the room. Things were getting really, really weird. He had two girlfriends before, so the flirting wasn't foreign to him. But, a girl flirting with him, without dating him? Strange. Ginny didn't even go that far as too lay her head on his shoulder on their first meeting. Of course, she was only eleven so that really didn't count. Cho kissed him once, but that didn't matter because she knew he liked her. And their date wasn't flirting or love-talk at all.

"She flirted with you, didn't she?" Draco asked. Harry looked away. Draco didn't need to know about that.

"Lighten up. She flirts with every boy that walks the earth. Her father, Norman Martin, and her, are staying with us. Her mother left them sometime when she was young. She talks all the time and gives out kisses like their going out of style." Draco said.

"Whatever. She said you were too strange to flirt with." Harry said, trying to cover his embarrassment with attempting to embarrass Draco.

"Yeah, I got her to shut up quickly."

"What did you tell her?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out on your own." They were nearing the Gardens now. Flowers were in bloom everywhere. Reds and yellows, purples and greens. All the colors you could dream about. Some plants were to majestic to describe. Some looked like they had jewels growing on them. But, should you touch them, they're just leaves.

"What did you tell her?"

"Nothing."

"What did you tell her?"

"Nothing."

"What did you tell her?"

"This." Draco then kissed him. Quick as it was; it threw Harry for a loop.

"What….why…..when did you….why would…?" Harry sputtered. Draco then ran away.

Malfoy Manor was an extremely weird place

Harry was walking aimlessly through the garden confused. Draco kissed him. Draco kissed him. Why? Did that mean Draco liked him? Like as a crush?

"Harry, darling!" Elizabeth squealed she embraced him, "I've missed you!"

"Um, hi, Elizabeth." He attempted to push her off, but her hands had grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him closer.

"Do you find me attractive?" She asked. It was a question with only one answer. She was fully aware of her beauty. Curly locks of Auburn hair, tanned skin, large emerald eyes.

"Yes?" Again, a statement that should have been a statement was a question. She smiled and put her lips to his. Unlike Draco's kiss, her kiss was long. Instead of Draco's quick peck on the lips, her lips were slightly parted. In fact, she was almost the exact opposite of Draco. Draco was blond, pale, with dull gray eyes. Why, Harry wondered, am I comparing Draco to Elizabeth? She's lively, active, Draco's…not.

"Harry…." She whispered, laying a kiss on his neck. He grabbed her close. He was finally getting a pretty girl who liked him. Not that Ginny wasn't pretty.

She giggled, "Darling." She whispered into his skin. He picked her up and went to a nearby bench. His kisses lined her neck, then moving back to her lips. Why didn't he want to kiss her anymore? She was the best girl he'd ever met.

He pulled away, "We'll get caught, Elizabeth, not now." He made up the lie instantly. No one would see them. The plants hid them from view, but she nodded, kissed him on the cheek and left.

She was beautiful. She was every girl he ever wanted or dreamed of. Then why, why couldn't he stop thinking about Draco?

He just kissed Harry Potter. Why? He was fully aware he liked boys better than girls, but why Harry Potter? The geeky….air-headed….self-absorbed….adorable….sweet… Adorable? Sweet? Why was he thinking like this?

Harry looked desperately for his room. But, unfortunately, as Draco said, he was lost. Maybe the Malfoy's could make a map?

"Draco? Mrs. Malfoy?" He called helplessly. He went down a flight of stairs. Wait, wasn't his room upstairs? What floor? What floor was he on?

"Draco!" He yelled. The blond appeared out of nowhere. He looked has though he'd just met a dragon when he saw Harry, but no matter.

"What?"

"I'm lost."

"Yeah, I thought that would happen. We're near the pool room." Draco said looking ata signon the wall.

"You are rich." Harry said. Draco nodded slightly and led him up the stairs to a familiar hallway.

"You're room." He said, walking away.

"Wait, Draco!" Harry yelled, running to catch up with him. Draco continued walking at the same fast pace.

"Draco!" Harry yelled again. Draco stopped, "Why did you kiss me? Then why did you run away?"

Draco pushed him against the wall, holding his wrists against the smooth, cold stone. "You idiot! Can't you see what's right in front of your eyes? I like you! Get that through your head! But for some reason you can't comprehend who wants you for you and who wants you for your fame!" He hissed, their faces inches away.

"Elizabeth?" Harry asked, frightened from Draco's reaction to his questions.

"No, my father!" He said sarcastically, "Yes, Elizabeth! Can't you see? She only likes famous boys! Yeah, she'll flirt with any boy in sight, but she'll only date famous, rich ones!" Draco then turned and walked away. Harry thought about his words. Elizabeth knew who he was when they first met. His scar was showing. Nobody could mistake him, at least nobody in the magical world. She was a witch, wasn't she?

"Harry?" Elizabeth showed up. It was weird how she was showing up at these sorts of moments.

"Hello, Elizabeth," Harry said, "Can I ask you something?" She nodded, sitting on the bed. He noticed that she was wearing different clothing. Now she was in a short skirt and blouse. She was probably a girl that spent thousands of galleons on clothes alone.

"Have you had a boyfriend before?" He asked. Perhaps

She laughed, "Of course, darling, I am seventeen. I think you have also had a girlfriend or do you just enjoy keeping the admirers at bay?"

"I-I've had a girlfriend! Two girlfriends!" He said defensibly. Even though Cho didn't really count because they only went on one date and that didn't go to well.

She smiled, "Then I think you would bring me to the Summer Dance at the Leaky Cauldron? You are the caring, loving, attentive boyfriend aren't you?" She kissed him on the cheek and left saying, "It's tonight, pick me up at eight!"

"Okay!" He called back. Did he just he tricked into going on a date?

"Harry's going on a date? What about….what about the Project?" Draco asked. Narcissa sipped her tea. They were having an interesting conversation about how Mudbloods should be illegal. Though how she couldn't comprehend that Harry, her new favorite thing to praise, was the son of a Mudblood.

"He asked for advice about an hour ago. Don't worry, it's just Elizabeth. They'll come home and the Project will be safe and sound." She was proud. Her son was finally taking an interest in what was happening in his father's life and business. If only she knew that Draco had only taken an interest in a certain black-haired boy.

"Where are they going?"

"To that Leaky Cauldron Ball. I don't know why. It's so…..filthy." Narcissa got up and walked out of the room. Draco thought for a moment. How to get Harry off that date...

He got out a piece of parchment, a quill, a bottle of ink and started writing.

Pansy,

Want to go to the Leaky Cauldron dance with me? If yes, meet me there at 8:00. Send me a quick reply.

Love,

Draco

He called for an owl and his plan was in play.

A/N: So, Draco's going with Pansy to the dance. What trouble could he stir up?