Dream Connections
Chapter 8
By the time the end of November rolled around, Harry was getting antsy. He kept bugging Draco about the possibility of hurrying the plan. Sitting in the Three Broomsticks one Hogsmeade visit, he had brought the subject up again and Draco was just a little annoyed.
"Have you no patience at all, Harry?" Draco scowled at the dark-haired boy sitting across the table from him. They had taken this visit to have alone time... a date of sorts. Ron and Hermione were off somewhere doing their thing, while Pansy and Seamus were actually only a few tables away.
"Nope, none at all... You'll get used to that though." Harry smiled at Draco, sending the blond his most innocent of looks. I can't believe how good he looks, he thought to himself. We're not official, but I think it's safe to say that we are going to hook up soon. This is too good to be true. Merlin, I hope this whole thing isn't a joke or something.
Taking Harry's hand, Draco kissed it softly. "Yes, Harry, I'll get used to it."
This can not be a joke. He can't fake this... Can he?
"Yes, well... I think we should go tonight to get Sirius." Harry muttered quietly. He sulked as Draco groaned in exasperation. "I'm sorry, but I just can't wait."
"I know you're excited, Harry. We need to take the proper precautions though. For example, where is he going to stay?" Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry, silently challenging him to come up with a good answer.
"Aha! I've already thought of that!" Harry was positively glowing. He beamed at Draco, smiling adorably. "In his will, he left me everything. And when I say everything... I mean everything. I now own the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black along with a villa in the south of Spain, an estate in the Greek Isles, and a huge mansion in America in some place called Martha's Vineyard. That's only the houses, not to mention the money and the servants and everything else."
"..." Draco sat, mouth agape, staring blankly at Harry.
"Cat got your tongue, Draco?" Harry asked in feign innocence. Ha! Take that Malfoy... Uh-huh, go, Harry! Go, Harry! Oh yeah! He thought, doing a mental cabbage patch. For once, he's speechless.
"You... You're rich, Harry." Draco's mouth was still wide open as Harry reached over to close it.
"On top of everything from Sirius, I still have my parents' life savings to live off of. Oh, and I keep forgetting about the Potter inheritance. Dumbledore says I'll get that when I graduate. Technically, I could force them to give it to me now, since I'm of legal age and everything, but I figure I can wait another year and a half." Harry looked affectionately at the stunned blond. He's cute when he's astonished. Oh, those gray eyes! I'm such a sucker for his eyes!
"The Potter inheritance, are you serious? That goes to you? How many houses does that entail?" Draco was starting to look a bit miffed. Harry was absolutely filthy rich and Draco had nothing, he was disowned.
"I don't exactly know. I'm supposed to look over that on spring break. I only know of five though." Harry was feeling a bit self-conscious all of a sudden. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he looked at Draco. He had just remembered Draco's family situation or lack thereof. "Look, I don't want to talk about that anymore. All I'm saying is that Sirius has plenty of places to stay."
Realizing he had made Harry uncomfortable, Draco reached out and patted the boy's hand awkwardly. "Okay, but what about Dumbledore? We'll need time to get out from under his nose."
"Are you kidding me?!" Harry laughed aloud. "Do you actually think that we can bring Sirius back without anyone knowing? Besides, Dumbledore probably already knows what we're planning. We just can't outright tell him until after it's done because then he'd feel obligated to stop us. If he pretends like it couldn't be helped, no one can blame him for not stopping us." Pausing, Harry reflected on all the 'help' Dumbledore had given them in the past, like the time turner incident.
Draco stared at Harry vacantly for a moment before answering. "So, you're saying that Dumbledore isn't going to punish us for this?"
"He'll probably be ecstatic to have Sirius back. I'm not saying we won't get into trouble, but he might make up for it by awarding you points for ingenuity or some bullshit like that. I mean, c'mon. Think about the time he awarded Neville points in first year for standing up to his friends." Harry scoffed at the ridiculous excuses Dumbledore found to award some points.
"Oh, what about Ron's points for playing that best game of chess?" Draco snorted.
"He deserved those points, you git. Ron got seriously hurt then and he plays a mean game of chess. No one can beat him." Harry shot defensively. He didn't like anyone talking badly about his best friend.
Holding his hands up, Draco sighed heavily. "I meant no offense, Harry. It's just a bit hard to stop teasing the Weasel. It's been that way since you snubbed me for him in first year. That cut me deep, Potter, real deep." Placing a hand over his 'wounded' heart, he moaned piteously and made puppy dog eyes at Harry.
"Oh, cut that out, Draco. You're such a drama queen!" Harry whacked Draco's shoulder playfully.
"I am NOT a drama queen. I am the drama king... and that's your Royal Highness of Dramatics to you." Draco pouted ever-so-prettily. "You're more like the court jester."
"You know, you're not so bad." Shaking his head, Harry picked at a stray black lock that had flopped over into his eyes.
"Don't you ever say that again! I am the most horrifyingly rotten person anyone has ever met. If you say otherwise, my evil reputation will be shot to hell." Draco leaned over the table, his lips centimeters from Harry's. "Actually, you're not so bad yourself, Ha-arry." He closed the gap quickly, capturing Harry's lips with his.
Draco cupped Harry's cheek in his hand, moving his other hand to his messy black hair. Running his tongue across Harry's bottom lip, he sighed as the mouth opened to accept his silent plea. He slipped his tongue across the roof of Harry's mouth, tasting butterbeer and mint.
Harry moaned at Draco's ministrations. The feel of that hand stroking his hair and that tongue exploring his mouth was thrilling. When he heard Draco sigh happily, a chill went down his spine. I'm kissing Draco Malfoy. Oh my goodness... Oh my goodness that feels good.
Harry drew his lips away from Draco's and trailed kisses to his ear. Brushing back strands of platinum blond hair, he whispered in Draco's ear. "You're gorgeous, y'know." He sucked the Slytherin's earlobe gently before pulling away. Laughing at the look of pure ecstasy on Draco's face, he stood. "Let's go Christmas shopping, Dray."
"Dray?" Draco raised his eyebrow at Harry who immediately started blushing. "That's what Pansy calls me, but I think I can take it from you. It sounds better on your lips anyway." Harry's blush deepened as Draco stood, linking their fingers. "You want to go Christmas shopping? Isn't it a bit early?"
"Well," Harry began slowly, "since Hermione and Ron aren't with us, it makes it easy to buy their presents. You can help me with buying something for Pansy too, so that is another reason to go now. It will take me the rest of the Hogsmeade trips just to figure out what to get you anyway." Noticing the smirk on Draco's face, he shoved him softly and then pulled him toward the door, waving goodbye to Madame Rosmerta.
Blaise glowered at the couple across the room from him. Blond and raven hair stood out from the rest at the crowded tables. Sipping his butterbeer sullenly, he eyed the blond Slytherin leaning across the table to kiss Harry.
Harry is supposed to be mine, Blaise brooded. I have wanted him ever since I figured out that Draco had a crush on him. Hell, I knew Draco wanted him before he knew himself. That little bastard had everything he ever dreamed of... too bad he gave it all up. I swear he won't get my Harry though. Setting down his drink with a thud, he looked around at the other tables. Spying Pansy and Seamus, he snorted derisively. Even that bitch has who she wants. This isn't fair. She helped him, so she should go down too. Sending that little Weasley broad to fuck things up was a stroke of genius on their parts. Obviously Pansy's idea... bloody girl's always interfering.
Blaise heard the tinkling of bells and glanced toward the door, only to see Ginny enter. Great, he rolled his eyes, now I have to deal with her again. At least she's not bad looking. Pretending to be deeply engrossed in a Quidditch magazine lying in front of him, he hoped she wouldn't approach.
"Hey, Blaise." Ginny smiled, sitting in the seat across from Blaise.
Shit. "Hey, Gin. What's going on?" Blaise attempted a smile, but just knew he failed miserably. Go away. Please, go away.
"Nothing really, I thought maybe we could talk. I haven't had a chance to talk to you since the Halloween party." The petite redhead pushed on, oblivious to the glare Blaise was sending in her direction.
"Oh, yeah... the party... about that..." Blaise trailed off as the wheels started turning in his head. This is Ginny Weasley, one of Harry's best friends. I can kill two birds with one stone on this one. I can get closer to Harry so that I can explain what happened. That will make Draco look bad... really bad.
"Yes?" Ginny batted her eyelashes at the Slytherin, making him want to toss his lunch.
Hold on, bitch, I'm thinking. "Let me try to get this straight in my head for a second." Blaise reached out to take Ginny's hand. Shuddering inwardly, he turned back to his thoughts. I can get back at this naïve little intruder and Draco, while I get Harry back. I can best Draco at his own game any day of the week. Harry will be so pissed and hurt when he finds out the truth that he'll come running straight back to me. Especially if I play it like Ginny knew about the whole thing. She's still completely in the dark as to what was going on before, that's obvious, so this should be fun. "I had a great time with you at the party."
Smiling brightly, Ginny leaned toward the Italian boy. "I had a great time with you too, Blaise." She squeezed his hand slightly in encouragement.
This would be soooo much easier if I was even remotely attracted to females. She is a pretty little thing and she could have any of the straight buffoons around here. Why must she come after me? Her gaydar must not be working properly. "So, what do you say we get to know each other better? I think we should try to see if anything starts from there." Blaise gagged in disbelief. There was no way in hell that anything was going to start between them.
Think about Harry. Blaise willed himself to think of the sexy, raven- haired, Quidditch deity of Gryffindor as he leaned in and kissed Ginny softly on the lips. Pulling back after a few convincing moments, he tried not to gag. "I'll catch up with you later, hun."
Blaise stood, leaving a misty-eyed Ginny at the table. Glancing around, he noted that Harry and Draco had left already. Oh well, he mused, I wouldn't have been able to take much more of their flirting anyway. Harry's sexy body aside, the reason I truly need him is to once and for all get back at that bloody Malfoy piece of shit. He's had everything I've ever wanted, but this time I'll get what he wants and there is no way anyone is going to ruin this for me.
Hours later, Harry sat on Draco's bed, wrapping the presents he'd bought that day. "Thanks for helping me, Draco. You are a gift genius, I swear. I don't think I've ever found such perfect gifts."
Draco rolled his gray eyes as they caught green ones. "You're exaggerating, Harry. Honestly, who wouldn't think to get Granger books and Weasley Quidditch stuff? I'm sure it's nothing special." Inwardly, he was grinning. He knew Harry was just throwing random compliments his way and it felt good.
"Okay, so that is true. I didn't have a clue what to get for Pansy though. You certainly helped out there." Harry was currently wrapping the sapphire necklace and bottle of perfume that Draco insisted Pansy would adore. "This is the exact shade of Pansy's eyes. It'll look great on her."
"Enough, Harry. Please, stop talking about the gifts." Draco groaned as Harry set aside the last of the meticulously wrapped presents. "Unless, of course, it's my gift you are talking about, then I'd be happy to listen."
"I don't even have your present. Don't worry, I'm thinking about it." Harry crawled to the head of the bed where Draco was leaning against the headboard. Positioning himself next to the blond, he sighed.
"What?" Draco eyed Harry out the corner of his eyes. Merlin, he is so sexy. Those eyes... they're so gorgeous. I could drown in them. And those lips...
"Nothing..." Harry fall against the headboard with a thud. "Ouch," he said, rubbing his head gently.
"That's what you get for lying, Harry. You sighed and then said nothing was going on. People don't sigh for nothing." Draco turned, leaning on his elbow to look Harry directly in his eyes.
"Do you want to know what I was thinking or something?" Harry grinned devilishly, running his hand across Draco's thigh suggestively.
Gulping, Draco nodded. Harry's hand was coming dangerously close to something that was already throbbing to be touched. For cripes sake, he was in a bed with a magnificently fashioned specimen... Oh, Merlin, what is he trying to do to me?
"I was just thinking about how dangerous it is to be lounging in bed with a Slytherin." Harry's hand ghosted over Draco's groin, soliciting a moan from the platinum Adonis's mouth. Kissing the sensitive spot just below the boy's ear, he repeated the motion.
"Oh, Harry, that feels so—" Draco silenced abruptly as he heard the grinding of the stone dragon. "Shit." He whispered to Harry, who had also stopped all motion. "Maybe if we're completely silent, whoever is there will go away."
"Dracie, Dahhhling! Are you there? Where's Mummy's favorite little dragon?" Narcissa Malfoy's voice rang like a bell throughout the room.
"Mum?" Draco's eyes widened as he jumped from the bed. Thankful that his robes would hide his neglected erection, he practically raced down the stairs, motioning to Harry to follow.
Hurtling into his mother's waiting arms, Draco buried his face in Narcissa's neck. "I can't believe you're here, mum. I can't believe Lucius allowed such a thing."
"Please, Draco, give me some credit. I was a Slytherin too, you know. I snuck away while he was away at some meeting." Narcissa hugged her son tightly to her chest. "I've missed you so very much, Draco. I am so proud of you and no matter what Lucius says, you will always be my son." Through her misty eyes, she spotted Harry standing rather awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs.
"Who is your friend, darling?" The tall blonde woman pulled slightly away from Draco, gesturing for Harry to come forward.
"Oh, right. Mum," Draco pulled fully out of his mother's arms and leaned nervously against the back of the couch, dragging his foot across the floor, "you wouldn't be terribly upset if you discovered that I'm... er... not straight... would you?"
Hearty laughter filled the room as Narcissa pulled Harry and Draco both into her arms. "If I discovered... Honestly, Draco, you think I didn't know that already? I'm not your father, I know who you are." Turning Harry so that she could see him properly, she nodded her approval. "You certainly do have good taste, hun. Harry Potter, I presume."
Harry looked as though he were going to pass out. "Yes, ma'am, I'm Harry Potter." He gulped audibly and Narcissa laughed again.
"Please, honey, don't call me ma'am. You can call me Cissa if you like. And please don't look at me like I'm about to cast the Cruciatus Curse on you either. I'm certainly not the Death Eater that is my brute of a husband. The only reason he keeps me in the family is because he knows I don't care what he thinks. My poor baby over here, however, has been booted out." Narcissa patted Draco gently on the shoulder and smiled at Harry. Thankfully, he had visibly relaxed when Draco nodded his agreement.
"So, what'd you bring me, mum?" Draco grinned happily at his mother.
"You spoiled thing, I shouldn't have brought you anything." Narcissa cuffed her son playfully across the head. Pulling a nicely wrapped gift from the pocket of her robes, which had been shrunk to fit easily, she smiled broadly at Harry. "If I'd known about you, I would have brought you something too. That will have to wait until my next visit now. Draco, this is your Christmas gift. Do not open it until Christmas morning, I'm warning you. Harry, be a dear and make sure that he doesn't."
Draco stuck his tongue out at Harry as Narcissa looked away to pull something else from her robes. "This," she said, pulling out a sack of coins, "should hold you over for the next year. It is from my personal account, so Lucius knows nothing about it. I also brought you some chocolates that I insist you share with Pansy and Harry."
"Yes, Mum." Draco appeared peeved, but ready to comply to his mother's wishes anyway. "How long can you stay?"
"Not long actually. I need to be leaving quite soon." Narcissa saw her son's face fall and her heart almost broke. "Don't worry. The next time Lucius goes to a meeting for a while, I'll be back bearing more gifts. Then I'll have something for you too, Harry." Pulling her son to her, she hugged him as though she'd never hug him again. "I am so very, very proud of you, Draco. I knew you wouldn't follow in your father's footsteps. And you," she said pulling Harry to her as well, "I should hope to see much more of you as well, Harry Potter. Don't let Lucius or anybody scare you away. My Draco is as tame as a kitten."
"Mum!" Draco squealed in a rather girlish fashion. "You're embarrassing me! But, I must admit, I like you better this way than acting like I didn't exist."
"Draco, I love you very much, and I wish I could've been a better mother to you, but Lucius wouldn't let me. I'll make up for that now. Oh, and don't worry about funds in the future. In my will, I am leaving you everything of mine. It's not the biggest fortune, but it is a considerable something." Kissing both Harry and Draco, Narcissa turned to leave. "Never forget how much I love you. I hope to see you again soon. You too, Harry..."
"I love you too, mum."
"Nice meeting you, ma'am... I mean Cissa." Harry and Draco spoke simultaneously as Narcissa exited.
"Your mum is the best." Harry beamed at Draco. Realizing that there were tears shimmering in the Slytherin's eyes, he pulled him into his arms. "Everything is alright, Draco. Please don't cry. She'll be back."
Draco cursed himself silently as he buried his wet face in Harry's shoulder. He's not supposed to see me cry. The feeling of comfort Harry provided kicked in though, and he gave up as Harry led him to the couch.
Kissing Harry's neck, Draco sighed contentedly. This feels so right. I want to stay here in his arms forever. Harry's arms tightened around the other boy's waist as they lay down on the couch.
Harry moaned as Draco kissed his neck repeatedly, murmuring silently. "Dray, that feels so good."
Draco smiled against Harry's neck. He owed Harry for the torture he was put through before his mum showed up. Of course, that train of thought left the station as Harry began to run his fingers through the platinum blond hair once more. The feeling was quite soothing and despite his best efforts, he fell asleep.
Harry watched Draco fall asleep, thinking to himself that the blond looked just like an angel. Wondering about what their relationship was, he slowly drifted into a sweet dream unlike any of the others he'd had of the Slytherin. It was full of murmured 'I love you's' and other sweet nothings, candlelit dinners, and a magnificent wedding.
Cuddling closer to each other, the dreams delivered Harry and Draco into a comfortable slumber. That was where Pansy found them hours later. Shaking her head, she hovered the heavily sleeping boys to Draco's bed. She arranged them gently in a comfortable position, kissed Draco on the forehead, and left them to sleep.
Author's Note: Okay, this was basically a filler chapter with a little bit of plot thrown in. I personally like the scenes with Narcissa and Blaise (respectively). I was a bit shaky on that first kiss of the chapter, but I'd like to know how you all like it. Anyway, big thanks to my beta reader, the incomparable, notorious, ever-psycho, N.C. PsyChick, and also to my insane little sister who tried insistently not to read this chapter while I was writing it, Heidi. Thanks also go to all my wonderful readers, especially to those who review. You all are the bestest best reviewers in the world. Especially those who have been with me since the beginning of this crazy story... you know who you are. Anyway, make me happy and push that little purple button down there... go on, REVIEW!!!!!!
Review Responses:
N.C. PsyChick – A&A... yum! I likes the sound of that! It's too bad you're not going to be here for Faith's party... unless you can... I'll tell you all the details later. Anyway, yeah, you better update before I start threatening you with bodily harm. About the plot though... do you really think there's a plot? Psyche, just kidding...
Skeet – I haven't really decided who would be the 'guy.' As far as I'm concerned they'd be pretty much equal in that. They're both kinda sissified at times, but for now Draco is not going to be submissive.
Blegh-PD – I agree... more reviews would rock!!! I'm not particularly saying I deserve them... I just want them.
onetruelove – I can't wait 'til dear old Draco gets into Harry's pants either. That will be so fun to write, but like you say... all good things take time.
Wyte Choklate – Yay! I'm funny!!! I'm so very happy. I'm glad you like my story so much. I've read some stories that really made me cry laughing too. Aren't they great???
Mammakitten121 – Here's a bit more action for Harry and Draco. I'm trying not to give 'em too much though, cuz they technically aren't in a relationship and that's got a bit to do with the plot. Anyway, I really didn't want Sirius to die in the first place. I was in denial for a while, but then I decided to bring him back.
Just another Harry Draco fan – I'm sorry!!!! I wish there had been another chapter there too, and I'm sorry you had to wait so long for this one... I'm getting a little better at updating though... so hopefully we'll get through this soon.
Alyanah – I loved the part with Ron too. I have another scene like that written in one of my other stories (one that hasn't been posted yet) and I really enjoyed writing them. I just see their friendship as being that playful. Oh, and the way I imagined, it was hella hilarious.
Yana5 – Yup yup yup... Draco loves Harry. Oh, and thanks for being one of my most faithful reviewers!!!
Sowen – I'm glad you liked it so much, and I like that "Ron-ish"... Thank goodness it's believable... well, as believable as a story about gay wizards being connected by wet dreams can get... anyway... I try. Thanks for making me feel like I've accomplished something.
Kyle-Brofloski3, Angelbratt, Jack Sparrow's Only Love, and DanishGirl – I hated the fact that Sirius was dead. I fumed about it for a long time before I realized I could bring him back through fanfiction. Anyway, that was after I got out of denial... riiight.
Celeste Jacobs, ssjmiraitrks, and Kalyn-Malfoy – I'm glad you all like my story... Thanks so much for reviewing!!!!
P.S. To anyone that I missed, I am sincerely sorry. I really didn't mean anything by it. I tried to get everyone, so it wasn't intentional.