The Dreams

The Dreams

A/N This chapter is slash, but some that come later won't be.

Harry Potter

"AHH!" Draco screamed and flung himself off of his bed. Beads of sweat flew of his forehead and swiped down his nose. His heart was pounding.

Those dreams.

He looked around the dormitory to see if he had woken anyone. He hadn't.

They seemed so real.

He stood up and walked over to the window. He stared over the white blankets of snow that covered the Hogwart's ground. He pushed a strand of his silvery blonde hair behind his ear. He thought about those dreams. One seemed to end and then they would jump to the next one. Those dreams...

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The First Dream

Draco woke up. He rubbed his eyes. He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his wand, a book, an inkbottle, and a quill.

"Lumos," he muttered, careful not to wake anyone up. The end of his wand glowed. He opened the book, a journal, to the next blank page and dipped his quill into ink. He began to write.

Journal,

Today was not like any other day, as I usually say. Today was a, I suppose, a special day.

This afternoon I had gone into the library to finish my holiday homework. Books towered over me. I worked for hours. That's when I noticed. Potter was lurking in the shadows of the bookshelves, staring at me.

I walked over to got a book to complete my potions essay when he crossed my path.

"Hello Draco," he had said. I coughed a fit. He had called me by my first name.

"What do you want Potter?" I had sneered. "Where are your friends, the know it all mudblood and the dirt poor rabbit?" I was pleased with myself. I knew this would start sparks. He didn't react. He just stood there with that goofy smile upon his face.

I found myself wishing he would say something, or at least throw a punch. I was flabbergasted. My insult was not causing anything. There he was standing there perfectly natural.

Journal, I am not really sure how the rest happened. It is painful to write almost. I remember blabbering on about nonsense, but he stopped me.

He stopped me by kissing me. Potter, yes that damned Potter, kissed me. Yes, Potter, that goodie two shoes bastard, kissed me. I was in shock, and I didn't pull away.

He must have found my reaction to his liking, so he reached for my- must I pen it, for you already know? Well, if anyone reads this, which I sure hope never happens, and they don't know what he did, I will just say he wanted to get down right and personal.

That was when I lost it. I pushed him off me and began the scream uncontrollably. I am sure students had wondered what had happened, but I never saw any of them. Eventually, I stopped. He stood there just as before, he green eyes flashing brillantly. There I was, red-faced and gasping for breath. Then I realized.

I wanted to do this. I uncertainly moved in and kissed him softly. Thoughts ran through my head. Why am I doing this? What would father think?

Well, right now, as Harry lies next to me, I don't give a shit what father thinks!

Draco

Draco closed the journal and muttered,

"Nox." The glow of his wand diminished and he went back to sleep.