Change In A Star's Alignment

Chapter 21:

It was too dark for Harry to see who it is, but he couldn't care less at that moment. All he knew was that there were two hands holding onto his waist tightly and a pair of lips firmly planted on his own. Harry moved his hands up the other's back slowly, gaining a shiver out of his partner. Finally, Harry's hands came to rest in silky smooth hair. Harry gasped out loud when the other person's lips moved down to his neck. As the other slowly placed open-mouthed kisses down his bare chest, Harry caught a glimpse of beautiful blonde hair. The blonde was excruciatingly slow for Harry's taste, as he was already getting to the edge just from the blonde's trail of kisses. The blonde finally reached his destination when- "Harry" the blonde breathed, making Harry lose the little control he had left. He grabbed hold of the blonde's hair as the blonde came even closer and finally-

Harry woke with a start and tried to analyse the dream he had been having. Before he could truly think about it though, he discovered the reason he had woken up in the first place.

"No, no, no, please…" he heard Draco say from his bed, obviously still asleep.

Harry quickly moved over to Draco's bed so he could attempt to wake him from his nightmare.

"Please, not him, take anyone but him!" Draco continued pleading.

Harry shook him saying, "Come on Draco, it's just a dream, wake up! It's okay."

The blonde twisted and turned in his sleep. "NO! Please!" Draco cried, really sobbing now, "Not him! Not my Ha-"

Harry let out a sigh of relief as the blonde bolted up, finally having woken from the nightmare.

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Draco's POV:

He was in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor, that much he knew. What he didn't know was how he got there or how long it has been. Looking down at his dirty clothing, he assumed that he had been here for about a week. Suddenly, the door at the top of the stairs opened and his Father and the Dark Lord came down.

"Well, I see he's finally woken Lucius." Voldemort said.

"Hmm, yes. It seems my –son" he said as if Draco was no true son of his, "is much weaker than I thought he'd be… Oh well."

"Whatever it is you want from me, you can't have it." Draco said confidently.

"Oh Draco," the Dark Lord said, trailing his sharp fingernails down Draco's face, almost gently, "we've already got what we wanted. Do you not remember why you are here?"

"Because you're a filthy bastard?" he replied, spitting on Voldemort who was now trailing his nails down Draco's neck.

The Dark Lord took a step back and nodded to Lucius before going back up the stairs. "Oh, now you've done it" Lucius smiled, "You never did know when to shut your filthy mouth".

"Where'd he go?" Draco asked, having a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Why'd he leave?"

"Oh, you'll see." Lucius stated ominously, "Just remember that this is all your fault."

"What it? What's my fault?" he asked, starting to freak out.

"This is" Voldemort said, having just descended the stairs. Beside him was someone with cuts, bruises, and blood all over him. "Look up, my pet and show dearest Draco who you are" Voldemort said in a sickeningly sweet voice that made the blonde want to vomit.

"Dr-Dr-a-c-c-o?" the boy rasped out as he slowly lifted his head.

Draco's heart sank. He'd recognise that voice anywhere, even if it was all raspy. "Harry?" the blonde asked quietly, hoping that he would not hear a reply, but knowing he would. There was no doubting who it was once he saw the brilliant green eyes, that even after being tortured for who knows how long, still managed to glow.

"No, no, no, please…" Draco said.

"Oh Draco, I'm sorry" Voldemort said, "you missed all the fun while you were… asleep. But don't you worry, we'll have some more fun right now!"

The Dark Lord and Lucius both raised their wands to say some curse when Draco interrupted by pleading, "Please not him! Take anyone but him!"

The two evil wizards turned to him and laughed. "Oh Draco," Voldemort began, "This isn't some dream you will wake up from. Nothing is okay! There's nothing you can do to stop us."

The two wizards turned back to Harry and started casting cutting and stinging hexes. "NO! Please!" Draco cried out, no longer able to contain his tears.

Lucius turned to him then, still pointing his wand at Harry. In that moment, Draco knew exactly what his Father was going to do.

"Not him! Not my Ha-"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Draco woke with a gasp and immediately turned to see if Harry was still alive in his bed. He got a shock as he turned however, as Harry was right beside him.

Before Harry could even say anything, Draco pulled the raven-haired teen into a hug, needing to feel that the other boy was really there and well. He felt Harry tense beneath him in surprise but the other boy quickly recovered.

"You alright Draco?" Harry asked quietly.

Draco nodded and started to move out of the other's embrace, but Harry had obviously seen right through him.

"It's okay if you're not alright Dray" Harry said in a soothing manner.

He nodded a small nod, his form of admittance, and instantly he found himself being gently guided to the right side of his bed.

"What are you doing Harry?" he asked quietly as the other boy had started to climb under the covers of Draco's bed, right beside him.

"I figured you might want company for the rest of the night" Harry replied.

Only yours.

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Harry's POV:

Harry didn't know what drove him to do it, but one second he was simply sitting next to Draco on the bed, and the next he is pulling the blonde into his arms and running his hand through Draco's hair, marveling at how silky and smooth it is. Surprisingly, Draco didn't even argue and even curled into Harry's body, resting that blonde head on his chest. What surprised Harry the most, was how much he enjoyed it, not that he admitted that to himself. He pondered at the fact that he and Draco seemed to fit perfectly and that they both seemed to feel safer lying together.

The pair laid silently together for a while, each simply enjoying the comforting feeling of lying with the other. Why is it that this doesn't feel weird to me? Harry wondered. We're lying together so intimately and yet it's not awkward or odd… In fact, it's really soothing… Harry tried his hardest to come up with a word that would describe how he felt about the blonde, but he was not able to think of one that worked perfectly.

He was going to ask said blonde about this nightmare, but when he looked at the boy in his arms, he found Draco to be fast asleep. He smiled down at the blonde and brushed a piece of hair off the boy's face and simply watched his former rival sleep peacefully for a few minutes.

He really is quite beautiful when he isn't scowling… Wait, what? Since when do I think Draco is beautiful? He tried to make himself believe otherwise. Still, each time he'd see the blonde, he couldn't help but think beautiful. Harry quickly shook his head, What am I thinking? I must be tired… Yeah, that's it. I need sleep is all.

He contemplated going back to his own bed but then decided against it. I wouldn't want to wake him up. He thought to himself, trying his hardest to really believe it. However, Harry knew deep down that there was a bigger reason than that. Deep down, Harry knew the extent of his feelings for the boy currently asleep in his arms…

And try as he might, Harry won't be able to keep such strong emotions deep down forever.

That's exactly what I'm afraid of…

Author's Note:

Thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoyed this and aren't too frustrated with our dear pal Harry! ;) Don't fret, it shall all come in time! Don't forget to comment and let me know how I'm doing and if Harry's dream was too much or too little!? I've never written these things before so let me know! :) Thanks again!

Always,

CourtneyMalfoy22