Dreams

***I don\'t own these characters...well I do own Alex...but lets forget about that. The rest are JK Rowling\'s, and we love her for it. Second, I got this idea kinda off KK...not really the plot, but the dream...so thanks...its a little darker than the last few fics I wrote, but you gotta throw in some bad with the good...I feel rather protective of this one, so please, don\'t hurt it...

CHAPTER 1...the dream

It was always the same dream. The soft sunlight pouring in through open windows. A cool breeze wrapping around Harry like a blanket. Smothering him in the smells of summer and breakfast. A child at his ankles, pulling at his pants. Scooping the child up, a boy with unruly red hair. Giving him a small kiss and sitting him down at the kitchen table. Warm, strong arms wrapping around Harry’s middle. Lips brushing against the back of his neck in such a familiar way, but still so very exciting. The intoxicating smell of clean. A warm home. A happy life.

When Harry Potter woke from these dreams there were tears in his eyes. Sliding down his smooth, pale cheek. The dream was everything he ever wanted. A family. A home. Someone to love. A child to raise. A child who wouldn’t ever know what Harry went through. But it was impossible. Stupid even. That wasn’t his destiny. No, his destiny would be death. It was certain, he knew. He would not live to see past his fight with Voldemort.

There were noises outside his curtains. People were awake. Getting ready for class. He should have been up all night studying. Today was his potions exam…his last potions exam ever. Though he was thrilled about this, he still wasn’t looking forward to it. He never seemed to understand potions all that well.

In just a couple of weeks he would be leaving Hogwarts for good. What a drastic change that would be. Though, it had already been a taxing year as it was. Classes were harder than ever, obviously. His friends more and more concerned about his frequent withdrawing. And a few familiar faces were gone. Like Malfoy. Though, that had been a rather big improvement. It was rumored the ferret faced git was hiding out with his father. No doubt being a good little death eater just like his daddy.

No matter, Harry was sure death would be soon. Voldemort would swoop down and would be defeated, in the processes killing Harry. The fact he wouldn’t get a future hurt in a way. Disappointed him some. When Lily and James had their son, did they know he wouldn’t live to be eighteen? Is this what they would have wanted for their only son?

Of course not. But it didn’t seem to matter what they wanted. They were dead. Just like many others.

“Damnit Ron! I know what I’m talking about!” Hermione yelled, stomping her foot. She was outside the room, yelling at Ron, once again.

“You can’t be…I mean…we’re too young to be parents!” Ron stuttered. He was red in the face. His hands flying around his head in an almost desperate attempt to erase her words.

“I am. Haven’t you noticed at all? I’m three months along!”

“Why’d you wait until now to tell me?!” Ron yelled back.

“Because I knew you’d act like this.” Harry stepped in, for now Hermione was weeping. Her body was shaking.

Pulling her into a tight hug, Harry soothed back her hair. “Gods Ron, why don’t you be a little more of a prat?”

“I’m sorry, I just…I’m surprised.”

“H-he ha-hates m-me n-now!” Hermione sobbed into Harry’s shoulder.

“I don’t hate you love. I’m happy, really.” Suddenly he looked as if he had a wonderful idea. “Be right back.”

Harry continued to hold Hermione until Ron came back out of the room. He was holding something in his hand. Gingerly he slid a small ring onto Hermione’s finger. “I guess we’ll just have to get married sooner, that’s all.”

The tears were definitely gone now. She was smiling so big that Harry had to look away from the brightness. A small pang of sadness hit him, but he quickly brushed it away. “You mean it? You want to marry me?”

“Of course I do. I love you, don’t I?”

Nodding, Hermione let go of Harry and threw herself into Ron’s arms. Silently, Harry slipped into the common room and headed towards class.

He was happy for them. Really he was. Sometimes, it just didn’t seem fair. Why did he have to be the Boy Who Lived? Why couldn’t he just be like everyone else, and enjoy life?

A small kiss was placed upon his cheek. Harry turned, seeing Alexander Hopkins. He was a Ravenclaw, a transfer from America, and Harry’s newest boyfriend. “Morning.”

“Morning Alex. How are you?”

“Good. Didn’t get much sleep last night.” He yawned and stretched as if to show Harry. He was cute, Harry admitted. Sweet. He had soft brown hair, and big brown eyes. He was a year younger than Harry, and in awe of him most of the time.

“Neither did I. I’m not looking forward to Snape’s exam.”

“I can only imagine. You better get to breakfast, I’ll see you later.”

Harry half heartedly hugged him, and gave him a gently kiss. It wasn’t odd anymore to see Harry kissing another boy. He had come out over the summer, and it was the talk of the school for quite a few months. Evidently many girl’s hearts were broken.

The day seemed to go by in slow motion. Harry managed not to fail any of his exams…he hoped. He didn’t bother going to dinner. He wanted to see Alex alone for a little while. The Ravenclaw met him in their usual place. A small tree by the lake. Harry held him close, laying soft kisses over his n


It wasn’t long before Alex was moaning softly. Their clothes strewn around them. Harry above the smaller boy, kissing him deeply. Entering him slowly. Gently, not to hurt Alex. In his mind he imagined his dream lover. The sleek, hard body. Pale and beautiful. Those haunting gray eyes staring into his. All the passion, desire, love echoing in the emerald staring down at him. Harry felt guilty and tried to make the experience all the better for Alex. Grunting softly, Harry felt himself explode inside the Ravenclaw, and he collapsed on top of him. He felt a small kiss on his shoulder, and he rolled off of him.

Dressing, Harry looked down at Alex. He was smiling up at him, but in a sad way. As if he knew that Harry would never be his. Wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor he tried not to cry. “I’ll love you always Harry.”

This was it…Harry knew. This was the moment where he would be leaving Alex. Letting a tear slip down his cheek, he smiled softly. “I’m sorry.” He started to say more, but felt lips upon his.

When he left Alex, Harry didn\'t cry.


***Okay, so there you go...where is Draco you ask? Review and I\'ll tell you...cause it\'s in later chapters...