To Dance

Chapter 11: To Dream

"Harry."

Harry felt someone gently stirring him from his sleep and groggily blinked his eyes open to look up at the person waking him. Emerald eyes met stormy gray as Cedric's face swam into focus. Harry blinked again, this time in surprise and stared up at the older boy. "Cedric," he stammered out. "What are you doing here?"

Cedric smiled warmly at him and wrapped his arms around Harry, who only just realized that the other boy was lying next to him in bed, nestled under the covers and sheets. Harry blushed at the situation and even more when Cedric began to trace lazy patterns on his back. "Waking up with you, obviously," the seventh year replied and buried his face in Harry's hair, breathing deeply.

Harry was still trying to keep his heartbeat from racing when he felt another pair of arms wrap around him from behind him and he jumped in surprise, quickly looking over his shoulder to come face to face with Fred Weasley , who was smiling. "Sleep well, Kitten?" he purred out deviously. Harry fumbled for words and turned back to look at Cedric only to find he was no longer there and that instead it was George facing him, wearing a predatory grin as he began to run his hands along Harry's sides, making the raven squirm uncomfortably. "You're even more delectable when you squirm for us," George said seductively, moving closer to Harry.

Harry quickly squeezed his eyes shut and tried to stop his mind from working, tried to make the others go away, trying to brace himself for the twins to do whatever they were planning. It never came. Harry remained frozen with his eyes firmly shut for a moment before cracking them slightly.

Cedric was gone. The twins were gone. Harry found himself alone in bed and sighed in relief. He rolled over onto his back, relaxing slightly and staring calmly up at gentle blue sky. He felt his eyes beginning to drift shut when he felt a lazy arm flop across his chest and a warm body nestle next to him, snuggling slightly. Harry blinked lazily and looked over at the new being.

Soft white blond hair greeted his vision and the fragile form of another boy he vaguely recognized slept gently against him. The gentle rise and fall of the other boys shoulders indicated a soft sleep and Harry smiled contentedly, feeling slightly protective of the person nestled against him. Harry reached out and gently brushed the whisps of hair from the other face, wishing to see the boys face and discover if it was as beautiful as the rest of him. The sleeping boy shifted and turned his face slightly, sighing comfortably as he snuggled closer to Harry.

Harry gasped silently as the hair fell away from the other boys sleeping face as he turned toward Harry. The face turned toward Harry was gentle and calm, well sculpted and with fine and delicate features. A small straight nose swept down from two lightly resting eyelids and beautifully curving brows. His mouth was set in a relaxed smile. Harry stared, captivated by the other boy sleeping close to him. Swallowing with difficulty, he tried to get his body to relax.

The boy suddenly stirred and blinked groggily, his eyes first alighting on Harry's torso, then traveling upward to connect with Harry's gaze. Silvery pools, still swimming with sleep, gazed into Harry's own emerald eyes and everything froze. The boy blinked once, the sleep clearing as confusion began to cloud his eyes. "Potter?" he said, furrowing his brows as he gazed up at Harry.

Harry swallowed yet again, forcing his throat to work, and continued to look into those eyes. Licking his lips in preparation he replied in the only manner that he knew, "Malfoy."

Malfoy continued to gaze up at him in confusion, still lying close to him with his pale arm stretched across Harry's chest. Harry tried to ignore the proximity of the other and instead focused on breathing and not doing anything drastic. Malfoy seemed to have noticed Harry's anxiety and he raised his hand not across Harry and gently brushed Harry's bangs from his face, revealing his lightning bolt scar for a moment before his hair fell back to shield it. Harry's eyes widened at the act and his breath hitched. Malfoy smiled softly, as he had been doing when asleep and continued to stroke Harry's hair.

Harry stared in amazement as the blond gently brushed his hair and smiled up at him. His stomach was churning with something he knew wasn't hunger and his heart beginning to speed up every second that Malfoy continued to gaze into his eyes. A sudden noise made Harry jerk his gaze from Malfoy's face and look to the foot of the bed.

Crimson eyes stared at him from a sickly white face with slits for nostrils and a cruel smiling mouth. Harry felt his blood run cold and the sensation of being smashed in the chest and he was careening down into drowning darkness.