Golden Dreams

Harry looked around the room for Elizabeth. She danced off somewhere. Again. The third time that night. One minute she was in his arms and the next she was gone. A glint of the blazing pink dress brought him to her.

"Oh, Harry, have you met Severus?" She asked, her hand on his shoulder. Harry saw his much hated ex-professor.

"Yes, I have, Elizabeth. He was especially rememberable when he was killing one of the greatest wizards ever, Albus Dumbledore." Harry said angrily.

Snape raised his hand, "Mr. Potter. I am pleased to tell you I have been cleared of all charges. An unbreakable vow has cost me greatly but a loop-hole in the law about the use of magic to save ones self helped." Harry was about to speak when Snape raised his hand again, "Other loop-holes were there. I am sentenced to help teach the children. At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Harry turned away, disgusted and disappointed, "Elizabeth, let's go." He said through gritted teeth. She smiled at Snape and followed him. Harry noticed that her smile was more than friendly. He ignored it and than noticed something else that was worth looking into.

Draco and Pansy sat in a booth by the window. Laughing then whispering. Harry walked over to them followed closely by Elizabeth.

"Hello, Harry, Draco told me you were staying with me." Pansy said, smiling a little. She still looked the same from the last time he saw her. Draco was sitting very close to her and whispered something else in her ear. She giggled.

"May we sit down?" Elizabeth asked. She always enjoyed sitting with girls less attractive than her. It boosted her self-confidence to the max.

"Of course," Draco said, his eyes only for Pansy. A fire burned inside of Harry suddenly. He wanted to push Pansy and her smug smile off the booth.

"Didn't they clean up good?" Harry asked. The group murmured agreements and Draco and Pansy went on flirting. Harry slipped his arm around Elizabeth's waist, but her mind was still on Snape. Why was he here to begin with? Seeking out more teenagers to be Deatheaters, no doubt.

"Elizabeth, do you want a drink?" He asked, desperately trying to put out the flames burning in his chest. A waiter came to his table and Harry saw another familiar face.

"Ginny?"

She smiled. Her flaming redhair was up in a tight bun and a pen on her ear. She was still the pretty teenager Harry last saw standing outside the train station, getting into the Weasley's new Ford Anglia. The tears that were there then were gone now.

"What'll it be?" She asked, still smiling.

"A water." Elizabeth said. This was obviously one of the only things she would drink. Probably to keep her figure or something.

"Tea." Pansy and Draco said together.

"I'll have a butterbeer." Harry said. Ginny nodded and patted him on the shoulder. She handed him a slip of paper that he folded and put in his pocket. Probably a bill for the drinks.

Ginny brought back the drinks quickly and slipped Harry another piece of paper before leaving. Another bill? Ginny was taking the breakup too seriously.

Mild conversation entertained them with their drinks. Every smile, every whisper, between Draco and Pansy fueled the fire inside of Harry more.

"Now." A voice whispered in his ear. Ginny was back. Harry looked at the slips of paper hoping for a clue to why she kept looked over.

The first one:
Let's talk

The second one:
Now

Harry nodded and said something about using the restroom to the groupbefore following her.

They went behind the counter and sat on the floor. Ginny explained that she was working there for a summer job to help her with her acting career.

"What?" Harry giggled like a girl.

She laughed too, "Far-fetched dream, I know. But I think I can do it." She became serious, "What are you going to do about Draco?" She saw his expression and continued, "You like him. I can see the fire burning inside of you. Like you used to look at me." Her eyes gazed over with memories.

"Sorry, Gin." Harry said.

She shook her head, "It was too weird dating. We were better friends. Anyway, Draco likes you. Why do you think he's dating Pansy?" She shivered, "To get you jealous! I played the same trick on you. You get jealous easily."

"He's doing a good job of it." Harry muttered.

She nodded, "I know. He's good at that. So, gonna go out with him or what?"

"I'm seeing someone." Harry said.

"Who's flirting with Snape." Ginny said. Sure enough, Elizabeth had found Snape and was laughing with him. Harry didn't mind that much. Elizabeth wasn't his type anyway. What was his type? Boys or Girls? Girls had lost their spark with him when he broke up with Ginny. Was Draco his type?

"You won't mind?" Harry asked the question out of thin air.

She seemed to understand, "Go out with him. Harry, I'm not mad at you for breaking up with me! I want you to be happy. If that means dating the ferret, date the ferret!" She got up and helped him up. Then, with Ginny pushing him, he was back at the table.

"Sorry about Elizabeth." Pansy said, though she was smiling quite smugly. Draco smiled too, but differently.

"Want to dance?" Harry asked, the words tumbling out of his mouth unchecked. He could have smacked himself. Draco still smiled and nodded.

They fit perfectly, their bodies molding as one. With help from Ginny, the song was slow. Draco's arm was around Harry's waist, as Harry's was his. Their other hands clasped. They couldn't take their eyes off each other. It was as though the other was the greatest painting to them. Every detail perfectly placed. The song ended way too soon, in their opinion.

Harry smiled and released Draco. But Draco found himself unable to contain his emotions and his lips were soon against Harry's, lips parted this time.

"Wow." Harry said when it ended. Draco blushed and grabbed his hand. No other words needed to be said. The rest of the bar didn't even pay attention, except, of course, Ginny. And two other viewers.

"Draco!" Snape exclaimed.

"Harry?" Elizabeth asked. Then, realizing she had kissed him earlier, ran to the bathroom to rinse her mouth. Snape grabbed Draco by the collar and dragged him away.

Lucius and Narcissa fought loudly down stairs, in the main living room. Lucius claimed that any son of his was going to be a proper boy. Narcissa fought back that Draco had a right to choose his relationships.

"He was seen kissing a boy!" Lucius roared.

"So?" Narcissa shrieked.

"He was seen kissing a BOY!"

"Give him his own decisions!"

"Just because you chose to marry me doesn't mean he…"

"I regret marrying you!"

"Then why did you?"

"I did it for my family!"

"Your family's a load of crackpots!"

"I'll divorce you!"

"Go ahead!"

Harry and Draco sat at the top of the steps, listening. Tears trickled down Draco's face and Harry held him, rocking slowly.

"It'll be okay." He whispered repeatedly. They heard the door slamming and Narcissa came up the stairs and saw her weeping son.

"Come here, dear." She said. Draco left Harry's arms and went to hers.

"I don't want you to divorce Father." He whispered.

"I won't, Draco. I promise. It was just a fight. Your father will come back." She whispered, rubbing her son's back. Harry felt this was not a moment to disturb and went to his room. He got into the bed, feeling both happy about getting Draco, and depressed about wrecking the Malfoy's relationship. Before he knew it, he was asleep.

Harry woke in the middle of the night. Something was breathing next to him. Draco'sface shone in the moonlight. His tears like silver rain falling from his storm cloud gray eyes.

"I couldn't sleep." Draco whispered, like wind blowing through the storm.

"You stay with me." Harry whispered back. Draco cuddled up to him, like a frightened child.

"Harry?" Draco whispered.

"What?" Harry asked, realizing that it was the first time Draco said his first name with sincerity.

"Hold me?" Draco words were failing him. The storm was fading away, the fear slowly leaving

"Alright." Harry wrapped his arms around the shaking figure. Draco calmed down and his breaths steadied until he was asleep. Harry felt himself fading into the sweet darkness also.

Holding Draco, hopefully forever.