Dreams To Build A Life On

~~~The Matchmaker~~~

Draco found it easy to return Harry's scroll without being caught. He'd simple turned his homework in and dropped the paper in with the others.

So far he'd managed to take a few steps in the right direction to win Harry's heart but he still had a lot of plotting to do. Draco cringed inwardly for part of his plan to win his mate would depend on a flighty professor.

If the woman was even half the romantic he thought she was Trelawney wouldn't be able to stop herself from playing matchmaker after reading about his dream. At least that was what he was gambling on and he hoped Lady Luck would be kind.

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"Well I must say this is an improved effort for some, however, most of you are just not getting the hang of it." Trelawney waved the papers in the air.

"These sound more like they should be in a magazine under MY DREAM DATE." Sighing heavily she continued. " Now I know not all of you have the gift but I'm sure with time you'll get the hang of it. So one more time, third time is the charm, we will brew the dream tea."

She returned to her chair at the front of the class. "Now there were some notable exceptions but I must say the best of this bunch has to be Mr. Malfoy's. I love the attention to detail here and there was so much emotion that it moved me."


Harry looked back to see how far under the cushion Malfoy was hiding. To his surprise Malfoy looked extremely pleased with himself and oblivious to all the snickering. Hell, Draco was even smiling at Harry which was creepy and very unnerving. It seemed if there was some private joke the Slytherin was sharing with him but somehow Harry was missing the punch line. Harry had the sinking feeling that it had something to do with his paper that he'd written for the class. He had to get that thing back and fast.

One week later ...

Harry waited until the end of class before approaching Professor Trelawney. "Professor? I was wondering if I could get my paper back?"


"Hmm? Oh Harry dear! There you are I have something for you." She said as she rummaged about in a bag by her chair. " Ah here it is! One of these scrolls is yours Harry and the other one belongs to your life mate. It's been spelled so you won't know who's handwriting it belongs to. Now don't ask me why I've decided to give this to you, because I won't tell you. I just want you to read it and give me your thoughts on it."


Harry was shoved out the door before he even knew what hit him. *What was that all about? * he thought to himself. Shaking his head, Harry walked slowly down the stairway never noticing the presences that was shadowing him.

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Harry settled into bed that night with both dread and anticipation as his dorm mates slept. Pulling out the two scrolls, Harry began to read his scroll and at one point thought he'd lost his ever-loving mind. He couldn't believe he'd written that romance novel drivel. Snickering and promising himself he'd burn it first thing in the morning, Harry set the scroll to the side. Picking up the second scroll and relaxing against his pillow, Harry began reading his supposed mate's dream essay.

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My mate is a male about two inches shorter than I. Yet we fit together so perfectly as if made for just each other alone. His eyes of green, like emerald, see deep into my soul moving me in ways no one ever has before and no one else ever could. They beckon me, those eyes, calling me to his side.

I adore the breathy little whimpers he makes while my mouth feast on tanned skin, mapping his body with my lips. Shivering while I'm sheathed deep within his body or as I am withering beneath him as he encases himself within me.

His name is my mantra, by day it is spoken in whispers within my heart and by night it is the moan that escapes my lips as he possess me.

I love him. He is the light in my darkness. In my dreams, he haunts me and in my life, he is the very essence of my being. Waking together every morning I wonder how could this angel want me? Me, who should be by all rights damned into servitude to the devil himself. Yet, as my angel kisses me, I know he does. His lush lips work their magic whispering his love for me and I am freed.

Heaven. That is what my mate is to me. I love just running my fingers through his hair while he sleeps. Using my finger tips to just barely caress the features of his face and I stare in awe of this man that holds my heart in his seeker fast hands. I close my eyes and murmur in his ear just how much I care for him.

He is my dark seraph. My heart. My soul. He and our daughter are the reasons I get up in the mornings.

With midnight hair like her fathers and my blue eyes, our daughter is the apple of our eye. She loves to play with her father and I in the garden out back, running about on tiny legs as her pearls of laughter fill the jasmine scented air. His face shines down like the sun as he scoops her up and blows on her tummy. It makes her laugh that much harder. I love to hear them laugh. There was so little laughter in my house when I was a child but now it fills our home.

Home. A place full of love and happiness that is hidden from the world. It is a cottage just outside of Hogsmeade that we received as a wedding gift from my godfather. I look forward to coming in from teaching History of Magic at Hogwarts and seeing my daughter, who is suppose to be a sleep by now, running down the stairs and launch herself into my arms begging me for a story and a glass of water.

Time will pass and our daughter will grow up and we will grow old. I'll look over at him on our 50th anniversary and smile, seeing him as he was 51 years ago when I asked him out for the very first time. He looks up at me with questioning eyes and I'll hold out my hand while asking, "My I have this dance."

The stunned look on his face is priceless and somehow I find myself falling in love with him all over again.

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Geez and he thought his sounded sappy! Still, Harry couldn't help but take a shaky breath as his heart twisted just a little at the life he would share with this person. The life this man spoke of was something he had only dreamed of but never really allowed himself to hope to have someday. The war with Voldermort would almost insure that who ever dared to love him would die.

Biting his lip, Harry thought of all the if only's and shook his head sadly. There would be no family cottage for him, no daughter to fill his home with laughter, and most certainly there would never be someone to share his bed who would love him. Dumbledore was right, it was best not to dwell to much in dreams. Dreams where for normal people and if there was one thing that Harry Potter wasn't, it was normal. He was after all, exactly what his Aunt had named him... A freak!

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Don't Kill Me!!! I was looking about at my profile when I'd realized I hadn't updated this one in a while. I know it's short and a terrible spot to stop but my muses were in the mood for only a small bust of inspiration. I hope you enjoy it and I'll try to update again as soon as the muses get chatty once more.

ta,

Juno