Dreams

***Number one, thanks for the reviews, I do appreciate them, even if there aren\'t that many. *Grin* Number two, to clear up any misconceptions...Harry did love Alex, but could never love Alex as Alex should be loved. Therefore, Harry wasn\'t sleeping around...I don\'t go into a great deal with Alex, because he\'s only a stepping stone...if you guys want, I can write a whole story about Alex and his happy little adventures.
Number three, there was a good question brought up about the man who was torturing Draco. He does know magic, but is not very good with it.

\"The man didn’t know magic well, so he resorted to the old fashion ways of torture\"

He\'s kinda like Filch...he was a Filich-ish kind of character. One that was just purely mean, and got off on hurting others. It\'s just a twist I thought I\'d
add...soif Iif I confused anyone. So here you go, the third chapter...

Oh, and by the way, this story is probably OOC...I\'ve gotten some nasty e-mails recently telling me that the only way to write a fic is to write in character...however if I were to do that, then Harry and Draco would still hate each other, and there would be no point to write the damn story, right? So, if you guys want the real deal...go pick up JK Rowling\'s books, becuase I am not here, and this is my twist on her amazing talent. Thanks, and sorry for the long intro.

CHAPTER 3...waking up


When Harry woke the only then he could think was how right the person in his arms felt. How well they fit together. He opened his eyes, seeing the soft blond hair. Shifting from the uncomfortable position, Draco groaned softly, lifting his head. Harry watched him look around confused. Look down at Harry’s chest. Lifting his head until the stormy gray was looking deep into the amused emerald.

“I thought it was a dream.” He mumbled sitting up. Harry couldn’t help but notice the sheet had slipped down over a bare thigh, revealing soft white skin. Quickly Draco lifted the sheet around him and flushed a deep red color.

“Morning.” Harry lifted himself from the bed and stretched. Draco watched, intrigued. Harry’s shirt slipped up over his back. He was lean, hard. Tone and pale.

The door opened and Hermione entered. It was fir first time Draco had ever really gotten a good look at her. She was practically glowing with happiness. And extremely big. “What happened to you?”

Looking down, she grinned. “Expecting in the end of October. Oh, hi Harry. Didn‘t expect to find you in here.”

Shrugging, the Gryffindor took a piece of bacon off the plate.

“I…oh…congrats?”

“Thanks. I brought you breakfast. Try not to let Harry steal it all.”

“I’ll be good.” Harry mumbled, itching his stomach.

The entire scene made Draco’s head spin. Had he slipped into another world? Never had Granger been even halfway friendly towards Draco, not that she had reason to. And Harry was stealing things off his plate? The same Harry Potter that hated him? It all felt so natural. So nice. Such a warm atmosphere.

“Are you strong enough to eat, or do I need to feed you again?” Harry had sat back down on the edge of Draco’s bed. “I’ll get you some clothes. Some of my things should fit you. They might be a little long, but it’ll be okay.”

“Th-thanks. I don’t need help.” Draco picked up his fork and took a bite of the eggs in front of him. They were incredibly salty. He nearly spit them out.

“Sorry, I forgot. Hermione doesn’t really cook all that well.” Harry was smiling now. Smiling? At him? No, this couldn’t be. “I’ll be back later. I’m going to go get cleaned up. I’ll give someone some clothes for you.”

Nodding, Draco dug into his food. He didn’t realize how incredibly hungry he was. Or thirsty. He grabbed a glass of water and nearly drank the whole thing in one gulp. Soon he was visited again, this time by Severus. “I’m glad to see you have an appetite.” He smiled and sat on the bed. “I saw Harry leave.”

“You’re on a first name basis with him?” Draco asked, pushing the empty plate away.

“Have been for a while now. We got past our differences last summer. He…he saved my life. I realized that my grudges for his father were childish.”

“What month is it? What day? What’s happened while I was…gone.”

“It’s August 14th. Pretty soon Albus and I will be leaving for school.” He handed Draco some clothes and took the plate. “How are you adjusting? Are you in any pain?”

“I’m just…shocked.”

“It’s hard to get used to isn’t it?” Severus smiled. He leaned back the chair. “It was different to say the least. Eventually it grows on you.”

“How can they be so happy? Voldemort-”

“Not everyone is happy. They’re making good of the time they have. No one knows when it could all be over.”

“It’s nice.”

“You need to change. I’m sure Hermione or someone will be in here to check on you soon. If you need anything, just yell.”

He got up then, walking towards the door. Draco smiled as Severus closed the door and left him to change.

Holding the clothes close, Draco wondered if they smelled like Harry. He slid the shirt over his head and stood on shaky legs. He was still very weak from lack of food. Suddenly he was falling.

He never hit the floor. There were strong arms around him, holding him up. He tilted his head back, looking up to see Harry’s face. He turned crimson, he was sure. This wasn’t how a Malfoy wasn’t supposed to act. They were tough. Strong. Cold.

Who was he kidding?

“You okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” Carefully Harry helped him back to his feet. He tried not to notice the bareness of Draco’s lower body. But it was difficult. Very difficult.

Pulling up the cotton pants, Draco nearly collapsed from the effort. “Get a good look?”

“There’s the Malfoy I remember.” Harry sat down in the chair. He was grinning again. “And no, by the way. I would have preferred a better look.”

If it was possible, Draco’s face turned from crimson, to a darker maroon. “Are you hitting on me?”

“Perhaps.” Harry ran a hand through his hair, another smile on his lips. Draco couldn’t help but feel the same simple happiness. Why hadn’t he noticed this before? Noticed how bright Harry’s eyes were? Or how soft his lips looked. There was always a bit of attraction to him, but never like this. Never so easy.

“You’re a poufter?”

“How could you tell?“ He was leaning back in the chair. Legs crossed. There was a purple bruise under Harry’s bottom lip. Draco reached out and touched it tentatively.

“How’d that happen?” Pulling his hand away, Draco felt another blush rise. This was no way to impress Harry Potter. Not by acting so stupid.

“Not sure.” Leaning forward, Harry took Draco’s face softly in his hands. He had seen those silver eyes many, many times. They had been haunting him for so long. Why hadn’t he remembered that they were Draco’s eyes? Why hadn’t he realized in those dreams that it had been Draco’s arms around him?

Because, he mused, Draco wasn’t exactly what Harry would expect for a life partner. He was, after all, his arch rival. And they had hated each other all through school. “What are you staring at, Potter?” Draco asked, unable to tear his gaze away from the Gryffindor’s.

“Just making sure it was you.”

Before Draco could ask another question, Harry’s lips were on his. A slow, deep kiss. Pulling Draco almost from the bed into Harry’s arms. A sigh left Draco’s lips, as he melted deeper into Harry’s. Wasn’t this everything he had ever dreamed for?

Suddenly Harry pulled away. He was breathless. His body shaking from the impact of the kiss. It was amazing, the feeling Draco’s body caused. Getting up, he closed the door. Turning, his fingers found the top button of his shirt. The blond could only watch in fascination as the shirt fell off of Harry’s shoulders gracefully.

Lowering himself onto the bed, Harry stole kisses on Draco’s calves. Inner thighs. His hip. Shoulder. Neck. Cheek. Harry could feel Draco’s fingers running over his back. He could hear the blond moaning softly. Arching his back into Harry’s roaming hands.

Draco gasped as cold air hit his chest. He didn’t even realize Harry had been removing clothing until he lay nude for the Gryffindor to see. Harry traced the scars with a lazy finger, kissing at Draco’s neck. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.” He whispered softly into the blond’s ear.

It was the most amazing feeling. Having the warm weight of Harry above him. Learning the dips and curves of the pale Slytherin’s body. Tasting and teasing. Enticing a cry here, and a moan there. This is what love felt like. Like flying. Touching the stars.

Unashamed of the tears sliding down his cheeks, Draco welcomed Harry into his body. Gasping at the pain and pleasure of it all. His head fell back, his hair falling over the pillow like a golden halo. Harry smiled, knowing he had found what had been missing for so long.

Riding the waves of desire, Harry claimed Draco’s lips. Crying out Harry’s name against the Gryffindor’s lips, he pulled Harry closer. Draco couldn’t stop the words from falling out of his mouth. “I love you.”

A shiver ran through Harry, before he cried out Draco’s name and collapsed on top him. Carefully he pulled the Slytherin into his arms and kissed the top of his head. “We shouldn’t have done that until you were better.” Harry said, stifling a yawn.

“What did you mean when you said you were making sure it was me?” Draco looked up.

“Making sure it was you that I dreamt about my whole life.“ Harry paused, gathering his courage, “do you really love me?”

Draco tensed slightly, “yes.”

“I love you too.”


***Review and respond, please, I would appreciate it. The story is done, I\'m doing a few more look overs, and more and likely, it won\'t be long before I post the whole thing. I really do have an odd relationship with this particular story...don\'t know why. Hope you guys enjoyed,

~Stacy