Our World of Dreams

Harry walked out slowly from the cover of trees and into the falling snow. He was wearing nothing but trousers and a thin shirt, but Harry didn't feel the cold. All of the snow seemed simply to fall around him and when it fell on Harry, it was only on the top of his head where he wasn't really aware of the icy cold.

The wind was blowing the snow at a soft angle so when Harry looked up into the sky at the falling snow, which, he noticed, looked like dirt as it was falling, all of the snow would come at his body, but never touch him.

A small smile played on Harry's lips as he stepped slowly, as if in a daze, further from the Forest and closer to the storm. The grounds weren't yet covered with snow, but the snow melted beneath Harry's shoes as he moved forward. Snow was now clinging to Harry's eyelashes behind his foggy glasses, and each time he blinked, it would quickly melt as the frozen water made contact with his warm skin. He looked level with the ground again and towards the Lake where he saw a solitary figure in black, contrasting with the white snow and gray sky.

Harry knew who it was instantly from the white blonde hair on the boy's head.

Draco Malfoy.

***

Draco stormed out of the dungeon, pink with rage, and headed towards the lake. He frankly didn't care that snow was falling all around him or that his cloak had gotten caught on a small bush and torn. He just wanted to get the hell away from the Slytherins. They were all being complete morons, as usual, and Draco was ready to strangle each and every one of them.

He no longer cared the he was a Malfoy and had family honor to live up to.

Fuck family honor, Draco scoffed. Father says I might as well not be a Malfoy, why don't I just believe him?

Draco stopped walking when he reached the lake. He stood still except for the clenching and unclenching of his fists.

"Fuck this!" Draco shouted into the air, shattering the cold silence around him.

He felt like throwing something valuable and irreplaceable or smashing his fist into someone's face at the moment, but since neither of those options could be taken at the moment, he turned and for the second time that day, stormed away from his problems.

Draco had no clue where he was going; he was just trying to get away from what he hated. Again. Nothing was going right; it never had. Who was he kidding?

Damn. Someone's outside. Who the hell would be outside? Draco wondered as he noticed someone across the lake and saw a still figure looking towards him. You're out here, a sick voice in the back of his head said.

He squinted and then rolled his eyes. Of course. Potter. Always, without fail, same place I am when I want it least.

Growling with remembered rage, he walked back to the school.

***

"I just saw the weirdest thing while I was outside," Harry said loudly to Hermione and Ron when he entered the common room.

"What?"

"Draco Malfoy, shouting and ranting about something. Obviously didn't notice I was out there, across the lake, or he wouldn't have shouted 'Fuck this' for the entire world to hear," he answered, shaking his head in disbelief.

Ron snorted, "Ha! Now it's known, Malfoy doesn't have a perfect life!"

"He never had a perfect life, Ron. How could he with Lucius as a father and You-Know-Who constantly at the house, or so I suppose," Hermione argued. Harry plopped down on the couch beside her. "I wonder what he meant when he shouted that..."

Harry's mind drifted off and he faintly heard Ron and Hermione talking, Ron in a loud and laughing voice, Hermione in a curious voice. What had Malfoy been shouting about?

He shrugged it off and stood up quickly. Muttering goodnight to his friends, he made his way up to the boy's dorm where he slept. The beds weren't neatly made but covered in the boys' books and cloaks. Harry didn't even take off his clothes before lying on his bed and falling into a dream filled sleep.

***

Harry was again standing under the canopy of trees, looking down at the snow-covered ground when a shadow blocked his view. He looked up and came face to face with Malfoy who didn't have his usual sneer placed on his lips. Harry opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything, Malfoy laid a finger over his lips to silence him. Harry gasped as the other boy smiled.

I didn't know he could smile, Harry thought.

The other boy's eyes were dancing happily as he grabbed Harry by the wrist and pulled him into the Forest, Harry following numbly.

"Where are we going?" Harry wondered aloud. Draco didn't say anything, just looked at Harry, still walking, and smiled even wider before turning back.

They stopped in a small clearing that was littered with small boulders and fallen leaves. Oddly, no snow had fallen this deep in the Forest. Draco pushed him down onto a small boulder before turning away. Harry noticed that he was no longer smiling; the blonde's face was blank. The other boy walked into the trees, an eerie buzzing noise filling the air as Harry sat there, numb.

The buzzing was growing louder, making Harry nervous. He didn't know what to do. He probably couldn't do anything if he did know what to do; he was too numb.

A small noise behind Harry brought him more towards the real world. It was Ron and Ginny, walking hand in hand, staring straight ahead with identical glazed looks. Harry called their names, questioning, but neither of them made any motion to tell Harry that they heard him. They walked past him, following the same path Draco had taken a few minutes ago. More small noises behind him - this time, Hermione. She had the same glazed eyes but a small smirk adorned her lips.

Harry didn't even try to rouse her attention this time, he just stared in shock. What was happening? Next, all of his teachers from the school came in a line, Professor McGonagall in front, Snape bringing up the rear. They followed the same path as the ones before. Draco came back with his usual smirk placed on his pale face. He sauntered over to Harry and cupped his face in his hands gently, again surprising Harry with a quality unknown to him or the Trio.

Suddenly Draco pushed Harry backwards with great force; Harry landed on his back with an "Oomph." The other boy stepped over the rock and stood looming over Harry. He sat down, straddling Harry's hips, his smirk growing wider. With a sultry raise of one eyebrow, Draco bent over Harry and crushed his lips to Harry's.

***

Harry woke with a start, the sheets tangled around his sweating body.

What the hell?

***

The Great Hall was swarming with people the next day. Dumbledore had planned some surprise for the school and everyone, including the Slytherins, was excited. All the students knew was that whatever it was would be taking place on the Quidditch Pitch. Nobody, save the teachers, had been allowed to be on the pitch for a week. Then Dumbledore stood up and all chatter instantly ceased.

"Today, I have a special treat for you," Dumbledore said with bright eyes. "We will be having our own version of the Olympic Games!" All of the Muggle-born students' faces lit up, but the rest of the school's population just sat there in silence.

"Come now! Don't tell me none of you know what the Olympic Games are?" the professor said in mock disbelief. A few people raised their eyebrows; none of them really knew. The old professor sighed and little Professor Flitwick laughed quietly behind his hand.

"The Olympic Games are a multi-sport event taking place every fourth year. They were originally held in Ancient Greece; a French Baron revived them in the late 19th century. The Games of the Olympiad, better known as the Summer Olympics, have been held every fourth year since 1896, with the exception of the years 1914-1918 and 1939-1945. A special edition for the winter sports, the Winter Olympic Games, started in 1924; and since 1994 these are no longer held in the same year as the Games of the Olympiad," Professor McGonagall said crisply with a cue from Dumbledore.

"She sounds exactly like Hermione. Maybe that's where she gets it from," Ron muttered behind his hand to Harry. Hermione overheard that and slapped him on the arm.

"I want this to be something like the Triwizard Tournament, but only within our school." Dumbledore sighed softly and shook his head before going on. "There will be teams chosen for each event with sizes varying from two to eight. If you would like to be on a team, and there will be a list of all of the events in the Entrance Hall when you leave, please put your name on a sheet of parchment and slip it into the box corresponding with the correct event. Again, you will be chosen like during the Tournament with a magical item choosing those who will do best."

The professor smiled wide as the hall broke into loud chatter, "Oh, and two more things. Some of the events will be wizarding sports, and some will be the same as in the Muggle games. Also, please have your entry put in the correct box by lunchtime. Thank you."

Harry leaned over to Hermione. "I wonder which of the Muggle sports they're going to use." Hermione nodded, looking a little lost in thought.

"Come on you two, let's finish eating so we can go to the library and get a list of all the Muggle sports," Hermione said. Ron groaned but continued to eat quickly. When they had finished, which didn't take too long according to Hermione, the trio made there way to the library. Hermione immediately went to Madam Pince to ask if the library held any books about the Olympic Games. She came back to their table holding four large and tattered books in her arms.

"Look in one of those for the sports," she ordered before sitting down and throwing open a book. Ron and Harry weren't really working hard, just absentmindedly flipping through the pages.

"I think I've found something," Harry said, breaking the silence and sounding disbelieving. The other two came to look over his shoulder at the page he was on.

Hermione read aloud, "The sports held during the Olympiad, or Summer Olympic Games, are as follows. Archery, track and field, badminton, baseball, basketball, beach volleyball, boxing. My goodness! The list goes on forever! Let me write this down really fast." Hermione began to scribble down all the sports on a spare sheet of parchment.

When Hermione had finished writing down everything, the trio left to go to the Owlery so Hermione could send an owl to her parents asking for more information about the Olympics. They were Muggles after all.

As the three friends walked back to the Gryffindor common room, they could talk of nothing else but the much anticipated Games.

"I don't know if I should sign up at all, Hermione, I mean, look what happened during the Triwizard Tournament," Harry argued.

"You didn't sign up for that," Ron pointed out.

Harry shrugged.

"And it's not like something that bad is going to happen this year," Ron continued. "It's only within the school and nobody else is involved. Oh, and we didn't get any new teachers this year." Hermione nodded in agreement.

"So? Something is bound to happen, it always does. But if you two insist, I guess I'll sign up for something. One of us should go look at the list of what events there will be."

"Well, you can go do it. You thought of it," Hermione said, grinning evilly. Harry just glared. Still, he left to the empty Entrance Hall.

A large list was placed on the wall; it was literally on the wall, just blue ink written on the marble. Harry thought the amount of games that were supposed to take place looked too long for a one day event.

Maybe it will be a week long event or something.

Harry's eyes skimmed over the list as his hand reached into his robes to grab his wand. He cast a simple spell to copy the list onto parchment.

"Entering in the Games, Potter?" Malfoy drawled from behind Harry. He spun around, his thoughts on the dream he had had. He pushed it to the back of his mind before replying,

"What's it to you?"

Malfoy shrugged, "I just want to see if I'm going to have competition." He smirked, making Harry roll his eyes.

"I think I will," Harry decided on the spot, his voice challenging.

Draco's smirk widened as Harry turned towards his common room. The dream came back into his mind. What was with that dream? I am not gay. I like girls. Not boys, girls. Why did I dream that Draco Malfoy, of all people, kissed me!?

Harry shook the thoughts from his head as he reached the portrait hole, saying the password, "Bouillabaisse," to the portrait of the Fat Lady He sank down on the couch next to Ron after dropping the list into Hermione's lap. She started to read it out loud and explain many of the sports to Ron, who had no idea what any of the Muggle sports, save soccer, were.

Not being able to pay attention, Harry got up abruptly, saying, "I need a nap."

"Its not even the afternoon!" Ron protested, but Harry ignored him. He ran up to the boys' dorm and collapsed onto his bed. He twitched the hangings shut to block out any light, and fell asleep quickly, curled into a ball.

***

Harry was back in the clearing, but this time there was a small bonfire in the middle. He stood up from the rock and knelt before the fire, his hands outstretched to receive warmth.

"Harry," a familiar voice said behind him. He turned to see Malfoy standing not five feet from him, a smile placed on his lips. Malfoy had never called him by his given name before.

"Y-yes?" Harry was surprised by his stuttering. Why am I so nervous? Draco stepped closer and ran his finger down Harry's face. "You came back, Harry."

Harry nodded, "Of course." Of course?! Why would I come back? "Why wouldn't I?"

Draco laughed softly, tracing Harry's jaw line with his finger, and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere safe," he answered, leaving Harry alone in the clearing. A sheet of parchment flew out from the trees and landed at Harry's feet. He picked it up; nothing was written on it. Harry looked questioningly towards the spot where Draco had left but there was nothing. He closed his eyes for a second.

***

Harry awoke slowly, his eyes adjusting to the different lighting. Something was clenched in his hand. It was the parchment that had been thrown at him in the clearing.

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