Disclaimier: I'm sad, but I don't own any of the characters ToT
Warnings: Nothing dirty… Yet. :)
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I love you all!! Here's chapter 4 :D I know it took me awhile SORRY:X This chapter follows the last one, where I left off with Draco cursing at Harry in his head. Now we shall see what happens to Draco, hence the title. It mostly focuses on Draco :P ENJOY!
I also want to take the time to thank Silent Dragonet, Darkest Scent, and Tarna for giving me help and ideas :)
Oh… and sorry for using weird words for spells lolz I wanted to make up something that isn't from the books :P
Chapter 4: Wondrous Nightmares
(Draco's dream sequence)
Draco concentrated the spell in his mind. His grip on his wand tightened as he waited for his opponent, a Hufflepuff, to be in his ready stance. Draco saw the nervousness in his opponent's eyes. He pursed his lips in a thin smile.
'That boy would not know what had hit him…' Draco thought as his hand tightened more around his wand.
In the corner of his eyes, Draco looked at the professor; he can only proceed when the professor gave the signal. Then his eyes wandered around the room, there were probably five dozen students gathered around to witness this demonstration of the usage of a complicated spell. Draco turned his gaze back at the Hufflepuff, the professor gave a sharp clap and both Draco and the other boy pointed their wands at each other. The Hufflepuff was struggling with a spell when Draco yelled out his.
"Aledikrayva!!"
A beam of violet light shot forth from Draco's wand and hit his opponent's arms. The Hufflepuff gave a painful scream as his sleeve began to turn red and caught fire; the boy watched in horror as his sleeve, along with his arms, turned to ashes. Draco smirked as the professor went up and reversed the spell before any permanent damage was done to the arm. Draco was about to walk off, back to the crowd of students, when the professor praised him for performing such a complex spell. The students in the room, mostly girls, began clapping and asked Draco how he had accomplished such a task.
Draco raked his eyes across the room, with an arrogant expression on his face. Just as he was going to leave the room, a hand grabbed his arms and made him turn around.
Potter.
Draco was about to tell him off when Harry took Draco's hand in his and looked up at Draco's stormy eyes.
A blush crept along Draco's cheeks as he looked down at Harry's emerald orbs; he can see the mirth within them. Draco quickly composure himself; Malfoys do not blush.
"What do you want Potter? I don't need to--" Draco was stopped short when Harry put his index finger on Draco's lips, silencing him.
Harry stood on his tiptoes and whispered in Draco's ear, "I just wanted to congratulate you on performing such a spell," Harry smiled against Draco's cheeks, "Oh and before I forget…"
Harry kissed him on the lips.
"What in Merlin's name is wrong with you POTTER!!"
Shock was written all over Draco's face as he shoved Harry away from him. Harry's eyes glowed with laughter and smiled at Draco.
"Nothing. Once again, good job…Malfoy." With a wave and a wink, Harry blended into the sea of students.
Then everything else faded into nothingness.
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Draco woke up with a jolt, his eyes widened in disbelief. A thin coat of sweat was covering his face and body. Draco threw the blankets aside, the sweat was not from being wrapped around with blankets; it was almost Halloween for goodness sake.
'Potter!! Why can't you leave me alone?! Plaguing my mind as well… Damn green eyes of yours.'
Draco got up from his bed and went out. He walked quietly down to the Slytherin common room and sat down on a chaise by the cackling fire. As bits of ember flew and fell to the ground, Draco could not stop thinking about when Harry had kissed him on his lips. He traced his lips with his index finger, just as what Harry had done.
'His lips were soft and warm… It felt kind of nice—WHAT!?'
Draco rubbed his temples; a throb was starting to form.
'It was just a dream, no need to freak out Draco' he assured himself. 'Go back to sleep and everything would be fine tomorrow! Besides, it's just Potter… You hate him remember?'
"Yea… I hate him." Draco murmured softly. He got up from the chaise and walked back up the stairs to his room. After he punched his pillow and made it comfortable, Draco clamped his eyes shut, forcing himself to sleep.
'I DO hate him… Right?'
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A week had passed and it was Halloween morning. Students were all gathered in the Great Hall for breakfast. Draco walked in with Crabbe and Goyle and sat at the Slytherin table; Pansy saw them coming in and immediately went to Draco's side. Draco searched the Great Hall, hoping to see where a certain raven-haired man was. Not a moment too soon he spotted Harry, along with Hermione and Ron, chatting away happily.
'Figures that Potty is always hanging out with Granger and Weasel… ARGH! STOP LOOKING AT HIM!' Draco immediately turned his gaze back to his own table. Pansy noticed that he was looking at the Gryffindorks so she turned to him.
"Draco… Why were you looking at Potter and those two tag-alongs? Don't pay them any mind," Pansy all but purred into Draco's ears.
Her hands slowly slid down Draco's thighs then went on to rub small circles on his inner thigh. Draco flinched away from Pansy's touch, a look of disgust on his face.
"Stop touching me Pansy!" Draco snapped in Pansy's face. Then Draco moved his legs away so that Pansy couldn't reach. She opened her mouth and was about to retort, but closed it and scowled.
At this moment, the Headmaster stood from the head table and clapped his hands to get the students' attention. Promptly, all eyes turned to Professor Dumbledore.
"As you all know today is Halloween," Silence. "I would like to announce that a dance would be held tonight here at the Great Hall. I suggest you all to dress your best! You may find some surprises tonight." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he said those words. Whispers began to fill the hall, soon all students were excitedly talking about what to wear to the dance.
Dumbledore held up his hands, and everybody quieted down.
"This dance is only for the sixth and seventh years," Groans and complaints can be heard coming from the first to fifth years. "However, if any fourth or fifth years are asked by the sixth and seventh years, then you may of course go as dates."
Cheers erupted from all the fourth and fifth years.
"Sorry to say, no first to third years can attend. That is all for today, and now enjoy!" Dumbledore clapped his hands and plates and plates of food magically appeared on the four house tables. The tables groaned from the added weight of the foods.
At the Slytherin table while Crabbe and Goyle were busy stuffing food into their mouths, Draco was planning on what to wear to the dance.
'Maybe I can go as a Devil? Nah, too original. Hmm what about a Vampire? With my fair skin, it's going to be perfect.' Draco smiled as he decided what to wear to the dance. He didn't even realize that all this time Pansy was poking at his shoulders.
Draco shook his head and looked at Pansy. "What do you want?"
Pansy was taken aback from his reaction, but recovered and smiled at him sweetly. "Draco I was asking if you want to go to the dance with me?" Her face smug, thinking that the blond would indeed agree to go to the dance with her.
Draco pursed his lips into a thin line. "I was thinking going to the dance by myself Pansy. Sorry."
Draco turned to his breakfast, picked up his fork and started to jab at his scrambled eggs. Pansy sniffed once, turned to her food and ignored Draco for the whole breakfast period.
Pushing his plate away, Draco stood up from where he sat and started to walk out the hall. Pansy looked up and grabbed his wrist. So much for ignoring Draco.
"Where are you going Drakey?" Pansy asked and dabbed her mouth daintily with a napkin.
Draco grimaced when she said Drakey. 'What an god awful nickname…'
"I'm heading back to the common room. If you need me, you'll find me there." Draco twisted his wrist from Pansy's hold, and walked away from the Slytherin table. With one quick glance at Potter, Draco walked out the doors of the Great Hall.
'Bloody Pothead… Now how should I put together my vampire costume?'
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(Nighttime… Time for the dance!)
Setting down a black silk cloak on his bed, Draco took some time to check himself out in the mirror. Turning right and left, everything seemed to be perfect. Draco had on a pair of black silk trousers that hugged his legs snugly, and showed how slim his legs were. They're slim but had lean muscles, not too bulky. Then Draco had on a black dress shirt, the top four buttons were unclasped, revealing smooth, fair skin and taut chest muscles. Draco smirked when his reflection in the mirror winked at him.
"Okay I have the outfit… What else can I add? Ah hah!" Taking his wand, Draco muttered a charm and instantly, his canine teeth grew and sharpened. Draco bared his "fangs" and chuckled. "This should do nicely."
Then, Draco took out a jar of hair gel (A/N: yea I don't think Draco even uses that, but oh wells :P), put a whole dab on his hair and ran his fingers through. Using his palms, he mussed up his hair to give a "messy-but-sexy-look" (A/N: I can totally see it in my head lolz).
"Alright, that should do it… Am I missing anything? Nope, good to go." Grabbing his cloak, Draco headed out and walked towards the Great Hall, all the while he thought how sexy he looked.
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(Meanwhile…)
"HERMIONE! I am NOT going to wear that to the dance!!" Harry yelled, looking at the costume Hermione put on his bed with distain. Harry crossed his arms and glared at the girl standing across from him.
"Oh Harry just this once! It's our last Halloween dance and you should go with a bang!" Hermione smiled at her friend.
Harry looked at the costume again with distaste, "Well yes I agree with you about 'going with a bang', but do I HAVE to wear a-a GIRL'S costume?" Harry choked out the last words.
Hermione walked over to a sulking Harry, took the costume from the bed and dumped it in his hands. Giving Harry a smack on his back, Hermione turned to leave the room.
"Harry trust me you'll look gorgeous, and the costume really brings out your eyes. I trust my sense of fashion!" With a wink, Hermione closed the door behind her and left Harry all alone with his—Sexy Gypsy costume.
'Why do I have a feeling this whole thing is going to turn out badly?' Harry asks himself. Sighing, Harry walked to the bathroom and dressed for the Halloween dance.
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(Dancing time!)
The dance was in full swing; everybody was enjoying themselves, including the teachers. Hermione was practically jumping up and down with glee when Harry came down in his costume. The cloth was emerald green with silver lining on it, they were kind of thin as well. The pants hung low on Harry's hips; it was somewhat puffy so it made Harry's waist look smaller, then it curved out giving Harry a hourglass look. The top was just a tube top, it was padded in the "breast" area so it gave Harry a real feminine look. Lastly, a gypsy veil was covering Harry's head, leaving only a spot that showed his eyes, which are outlined with eyeliner, courtesy of Hermione.
"Harry you look beautiful!!" Hermione grinned widely. Ron stared with his mouth hanging open, unable to close them.
"Thanks… I guess?" Harry said hesitantly, "Why do I have to dress like a goddamn gypsy Hermione?" Harry whispered loudly.
Hermione clapped her hands together. "I don't know, but I thought this costume fits you, and before you go out to dance…"
Hermione took out her wand and whispered a spell. Instantly Harry felt his hair grew longer; it continued to grow until it reached past his waist, his once short hair became long and wavy, not to mention silky soft.
Ron was totally lost for words. Then he coughed once and turned to Hermione. "I think we should start dancing shall we?"
Ron held out his hand for Hermione to take. Hermione smiled at him and took his hand. She looked at Harry one last time and left.
Harry stood there by himself, dumbfounded. Here he was, dressed as a gypsy and with LONG hair. Not to mention without a date. Grumbling Harry walked to the snacks table and got himself a goblet of red liquid, most likely fruit punch. And hopefully not spiked.
"Would you like to dance with me Gypsy?" A deep voice behind Harry spoke.
Harry spun around and was face to face to a vampire. 'Oh my fuckin god! It's Draco!! I have to leave! I have to—'
Vampire Draco took Harry's hand, of course he did not know that it was Harry at the moment, and led him to the dance floor. Putting his arms around the gypsy's slim waist, Draco started swaying side to side to the slow music currently playing.
"What house are you in? You look strangely familiar to me…" Draco asked the green eyed beauty. Harry looked away from Draco's face.
"Uh… I'm a Ravenclaw." Harry replied, and hoped Draco didn't see his face flush, "Why did you ask me to dance? There are plenty of bo—girls around." Harry stammered.
Draco leaned down and snuggled against the crook of Harry's neck and chuckled.
"I chose you because nobody here is as pretty as you are," Draco whispered against Harry's cheeks. Harry gasped when Draco said that.
"Stop talking and just dance with me…" Draco murmured. Harry nodded in reply.
As the music continued, the couple got closer and closer. Harry put his head on Draco's chest and listened to the steady heartbeat. Draco looked down at him and smiled, showing his fangs. Harry smiled and reached up to touch the teeth.
"You charmed them?" Harry asked. Draco nodded and took Harry's finger to his mouth and kissed it lovingly. Harry turned crimson and pulled his hand away.
"I-I think I'm going to look for my friends now…" Harry pushed away from Draco's warm body and began to slowly walk away. But Draco grabbed Harry's arm and stopped him.
"Tell me your name, you didn't even tell me your name." Draco said. Harry looked at Draco with fear in his eyes.
"It's better if I don't tell you…Draco." Harry tried prying his arms away from Draco's grasp, but failed.
Draco pulled the gypsy to his body and held him close (Draco thinks it's a she still).
"Don't go yet, stay and dance with me for awhile."
Draco made a motion to brush Harry's strayed hair away from his face and kissed Harry's nose. As he tucked some strands behind the gypsy's ears, Draco noticed a faint scar on "her" forehead. Only one person he knew had that scar.
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A/N: And there's the end of chapter four!! Wow! It's a long chapter :x hehe I had fun writing this, hope it's not too bad :( Review! Tell me what you think of this chapter :D Sorry if I couldn't describe Harry and Draco's costume very well :\
whoo... I ended it right there! Is Draco going to be mad?? Who knows :P