Dear Draco

My love to Extraho, ZooArmy, rachxoxo, paigeey07, Dezra, Mrs.Draco Malfoy, Draco_Harry_lover and, of course, thrnbrooke. It's so great to get your reviews. I'd never have expected that this fic would get such a positive feedback. Please keep on reading and reviewing.

ZooArmy, I know what you mean, I'm the Draco-kind of person myself. Fortunately there are a few Harrys around sometimes who do the first step.
I hope you noticed how elegantly I integrated your criticism into the story :-).

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Dear Draco,

you were in my dream last night and it was like the best dream I ever had.

I was back in my old room in my uncle's house, feeling lonely and depressed like I did all these years. I was lying on my back, waiting for something, anything to end this hell like I did every summer when the holidays seemed like a lifetime.

And then, suddenly, you came into my room, walking through the door like this was the most natural thing in the world. You looked so terrific, I couldn't take my eyes off you. Your hair was longer than the last time I had seen you and you were wearing your Slytherin robes.

I couldn't do anything but stare at you and you didn't speak either. You slowly walked towards me and set down on my bed, each of your movements looking incredibly sexy.

You reached out your hand and softly caressed my face. The feeling of loneliness and sadness slowly left me and with each movement of your fingers gave way for a sensation I had never experienced before, some sort of nervous and at the same time happy anticipation.

But just the touch of your hand was far from enough. I grabbed the collar of your robes and pulled you down on the bed until you were partly lying next to me. You smiled an understanding smile and put your arms around me, holding me really close.

I could feel your heart beating in the same rhythm as mine, our eyes were locked. The look in your eyes was so intense, so full of love for me it made me shiver with happiness.

At that moment of my dream I felt that I was right where I belonged – not in my uncles house, of course, but in your arms. I felt like nothing would ever be able to harm me again. That I was safe with you.

Still looking into my eyes you brought your face closer to mine, our lips were about to touch...and then I woke up.

Can you believe this? I tried to go back to sleep again, pleading my brain to proceed exactly where it had stopped, but it didn't work.

Hell, this is so unfair!!! Not even in my dreams am I allowed to kiss you. It was so perfect, the dream, us, it was so beautiful, why did I have to wake up.

I can't wait anymore. This is torture. This is so much worse than waiting for school to start again after the summer holidays. I just hope that you miss me as badly as I miss you.

You wanted my to tell you what we are going to do when you get back. Well, how about turning my dream into reality, without the interruption bit of course... Maybe we can change a few details like the setting and your clothes, but the rest would be worth putting into action.

However, if you have any other suggestion, I would really love to be told about it.

Yours (in dreams and reality)
Harry