It starts with dreams.

They're two boys who are on opposing sides in the biggest war in living memory, the heirs to houses that have been at war for nearly all of modern history. They aren't supposed to fall in love.

But it's right after the fateful Sectumsempra duel in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, and Harry cannot get Draco Malfoy out of his minds. Every time he closes his eyes, his mind takes him back to the bathroom and the stricken look on Draco's face when his spell had connected with the blond's body. Worse, when it's not remembering the horror of that night, his mind cannot help but remind him of how gorgeous Draco had looked, even with blood stained eyes and tears running down his face.

He denies it for as long as he can. It doesn't matter to him that he's attracted to men, but to be attracted to Draco Malfoy? That is something he has difficulty digesting.

It takes him a week of dreams before he cracks. No matter how much he hates it, he has to admit that Draco Malfoy is the most gorgeous boy he has ever laid eyes on.

He does what he always does when confronted by a seemingly insurmountable problem – he goes to Hermione. At first, she is as shocked as he was (and still is.) Not by the revelation of his sexuality – she tells him she had always been suspicious – but by the fact that it's Draco he's fixated upon. Once she processes the fact, however, she gets a gleam in her eye that tells him that whatever she has planned is going to be rather unpleasant for him.

And that is how Harry finds himself toeing into the infirmary, where Draco is still recovering from the wounds he caused, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Hermione has promised him that she has everything planned – all Harry needs to do is actually show up.

As usual, she doesn't disappoint. When he gets there, there's a table for two set up, dinner waiting to be served under a protective shield – Harry suspects Dobby's hand in it all.

All that remains for him to do is wake Draco from his sleep and actually invite him to dinner.

Harry's heart has never pounded as hard as it does when he shakes Draco awake. He knows he has a lot of explaining to do before he can even broach the subject of dinner, and the strange mix of fear and anticipation at what is awaiting him is driving him crazy, but he cannot help but melt at the drowsy look on Draco's face as he wakes up.

"Potter?" Draco asks when he sees him, instantly alert. "What in name of Hades are you doing here?"

So Harry opens his mouth and starts with an apology. If he were being completely honest, harry doesn't expect much from Draco. He knows that it's most probable that the blond is going to laugh Harry out of the room, but he owes it to the both of them to try.

But, to his utter astonishment, an honest smile starts to blossom on Draco's face as he talks. It gives him hope that his final question will be received well.

And then Harry finally asks the one thing he's been dying to get out.

"Draco, will you do me the honour of accompanying me to dinner?"

That is when Draco notices the table in the infirmary. That, combined with Harry's question, causes his whole face to light up, a hint of disbelief in his eyes, as though he's been handed the keys to a world he never believed he could have. And then he smiles at Harry, a smile dazzling in its intensity (and how did he never notice that smile before?), before saying, "I would love to."

In the end, everything can be traced back to those first few dreams.

I'm not too sure about this one...

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For:

The If You Dare Challenge, Prompt 604. Chosen Dreams

OTP Bootcamp, Prompt 29. Queasy