In Dreams

"I'm sorry Draco, but I can't do this anymore."

He was stood by the door, coat already in hand. He was not expecting Draco to return early, not expecting to get caught.

Draco stood there unthinking in disbelief. "What?"

"I'm leaving. I'm going to Greece this afternoon on the plane, and have no intention of coming back in the foreseeable future." He said it simply, without any apology, guilt or compassion for Draco's breaking heart.

"But what about me? What about this place?"

"You'll cope, I'm sure. I saw you checking out Seamus last weekend so I'm sure you'll find another fuck-buddy pretty quickly. As for the flat, you can have it. I don't need the money. I have to go, Draco. There is work for me in Greece."

"But I need you here! Please don't leave me."

"Goodbye Draco." Draco was crying, pleading with the man walking out of the door. Hand reaching out to the love of his life, he whimpered his name.

䐇Harryꍔꍔ

Draco woke with a full-body shudder. He felt cold all over, even under the blankets. The wave of nausea was threatening to rise up his throat so he quickly scooted out of bed and ran to the toilet.

He sat by the toilet afterwards and tried to calm down. It was no good, his hands were still shaking. He covered his face and wept. It had seemed so real, and he could not get the image of Harry walking out of their new flat forever. Suddenly he felt arms wrapping around his trembling figure.

"What's the matter?" Harry's voice was soft and tender, while being rough and hoarse at the same time from waking up.

Draco did not respond at once, but lifted his head and looked at Harry's face. There was something pure there. No matter how many times they dealt with death, murder, hatred, seven deadly sins, that face shone out like a beacon of goodness and the very epitome of a paradigm of virtue. The pause had given him time to collect his thoughts and control his sobs.

"Tell me that you aren't leaving. Please."

Harry knew Draco was deadly serious, but he had to try not to smile, "You're crying over this?"

"Harry, please just say it." Draco looked like he was about to cry again. Harry grabbed one of his hands and brought the other to Draco's face to wipe away his tears. He enunciated each word clearly.

"Draco, I Love You and I Will Not Leave."

He sighed and lifted Draco up off the floor, supporting his weight all the way back to bed. He lay down again, making sure that his lover was wrapped up and comfy before settling back down. As Harry fell asleep, Draco reflected that Harry always had a good face, even when he had killed. Perhaps Harry's face was just a wall, perhaps nothing could reach to him. And that made his words worthless.

Draco woke up to find the rest of the bed was empty. There was a sudden rush of panic which was muted as Harry walked back into the room, towel around his waist, hair still dripping wet from his shower. Harry smiled at Draco and it was like a ray of sunshine through English rainclouds. Harry walked up to the bed and lay down next to Draco. He initiated the kiss in their morning tradition, and it was Draco that crawled on top. The kiss was strong and passionate, Draco was trying to memorise Harry's mouth the only way he knew how. He was not going to let Harry go without a fight. He trailed his fingers through Harry's damp hair and released Harry from the embrace to lick his lip and draw his mouth along his cheekbones.

"Wow, Draco. You haven't been like this since that time I broke my neck and had to spend three days in hospital." Harry was almost breathless and had to whisper. It gave Draco a pang of guilt. Did he really not have enough passion to carry on a long term relationship? He decided to correct that. From now on Harry was getting wild sex three times a day. But perhaps then he would grow tired of Draco? Draco decided that the best thing to do at that moment in time was to focus on Harry. He kissed his way down Harry's jaw to his neck. Moaning, Harry writhed underneath him. Draco knew by now what got Harry really in the mood. He crawled down so his head was over Harry's still dripping chest, licking off every droplet and "accidentally" drawing his nails over the more sensitive areas of Harry's skin. Harry was finding it hard to breathe, Draco could tell. Well, it was time to remind the man just what he was capable of. Quite firmly, Draco pinned Harry's hands to the sheets and moved his head lower. Harry immediately tried to grab hold of Draco's locks. The look of frustration on his face made Draco smirk; things were only going to get worse.

"Now Harry, why don't you just lie still for a bit while I...take control." It wasn't a question. Harry's eyes were wide and full of lust. No words were needed. Draco wrapped the bedsheets around Harry's wrists leaving his hands free to draw circles on Harry's more responsive areas of skin. Draco lowered his head, flicking out his tongue and Harry immediately arched his back on contact. Unable to move closer, he whined at being thwarted. Draco continued to tease, bringing his tongue closer, only to withdraw it again. Harry was being driven wild. Draco decided this could take a while.

It was lucky, Harry mused, that he always woke up earlier than he needed to in the morning. He always left room for lovemaking and the consequential post-coital cuddling in his schedule. It was lucky, because it looked like Draco wasn't going to let Harry get dressed anytime soon. Their sex had gone on for a lot longer than it usually did in the mornings, and Harry was certain that Draco would not stop the kissing and cuddling for a while yet. He'd definitely have to apparate to work rather than take the car.

"Draco?"

"Yes Harry?"

"What's the matter? Did you have a bad dream last night?"

"It was nothing." There was no way Draco was going to tell Harry about the dream if he was about to leave him. Draco still had his pride.

Harry wasn't going to push Draco. He was well aware after seven years of school, and four years of living together voluntarily, that if you tried to pry information out of his lover, that he wasn't willing to give, he would lash out at the do-gooder. Harry was confidant that Draco was strong enough to work out his troubles on his own or ask for help. After all they had been through together there was no way he would keep something important from Harry.

Draco was lying on the sofa reading a book on Transmutation of Noxious Substances when the post arrived. He was quietly confidant that after this morning there would be no worries as to Harry leaving anytime soon. He leisurely made his way to the owl who perched by the window sill next to Hedwig. He removed the letter and paid the owl generously. He really was in a very good mood. It was addressed to Harry, but they had no issues with opening each others mail. There were no secrets between them.

Dear Mr Potter,

Thank you for your quick response to the job prospects. Since you took such an interest we reviewed your recommendation immediately. We are delighted to inform you that after your interview the post in Greece has been filled. Very soon a team will be going over to the Mediterranean to clear up all the remaining Death Eater terrorism with their new leader. They will be departing in two days at the international floo port in London at nine am. We expect to see you there.

Yours Sincerely, Stavros Thempolia

Draco scrunched up the letter and threw it at the wall. His mood had dissipated. Then he started throwing more things. Plates, glasses, anything to hand were all adding to the memory. Anything that they had bought together had to be destroyed. He found Harry's favourite jumper, he incinerated it with a flick of his wand. Then he started on the electrical equipment. Every last TV, stereo, computer was dismantled brutally. When the carnage and screams had finished, he silently dropped to his knees in despair.

Harry got back from his last meeting of the day at half past five. He opened the door to find the flat in the dark. Expecting that there would be no-one in, he had quite a large shock when he found Draco sitting in a chair facing the door and evidence of a fairly colossal battle surrounding him. Harry dropped his coat and hurried over to check that Draco was unharmed, before being rooted to the ground by an icy glare.

"My god, Draco. What happened?"

Draco looked around him as though he had forgotten the state of the room. He quickly turned back to Harry, dismissing everything else as unimportant.

Harry looked at him all over just to check he was ok. He tried to broach another subject.

"Erm, I thought you were going to the Ministry today to talk with someone from Department of Mysteries?"

"You'd have liked that, wouldn't you, Harry?"

"What?"

"I chose not to. I wanted to see you when you came home."

"Ok." Harry had no idea where this conversation was going, but he knew it was no where he liked. Plus, Draco was beginning to creep him out, more than he had since sixth year.

"So Harry, were you hoping that you could go without witnesses? That you could just go and I'd not realise until it was too late and you'd already left the country?"

Harry looked around again. The lounge was a mess; Harry's stuff rather than Draco's, indicating that it had been destroyed by Draco. It pissed him off slightly.

"Draco, what the fuck is going on?" This question seemed to enrage Draco and he leapt up off the chair.

"What the fuck is going on? What the Fuck is Going On! I'll tell you what is going on. You are leaving and I am here to watch."

Harry was momentarily stunned. "I'm not going anywhere. What are you talking about?"

"You are going to leave me here and I did not want you to go without me saying FUCK YOU." Harry was bewildered and very tearful.

"I'll go if you want me to, Draco. I'd do anything for you if you wanted. You know that. Do I get to know why?"

"You're the one that's going. If you don't know then how the fuck should I?"

Now Harry was not only openly crying, but also confused and angry.

"You're the one that's chucking me out. If I'm leaving it's because you've pushed me away."

"I didn't push you to Greece you fucking moron. If I've ever pushed you away it's because I don't want you to get hurt. If you're going to go and kill Deatheaters in another country I don't see how it's my fault."

"Wha...Draco I rejected that job offer. How did you even know about it? What the hell is going on?"

Draco calmed down momentarily. "You aren't going to Greece?"

"Er...no."

"Oh."

There was a pause. Draco looked very guilty all of a sudden.

"Erm...Harry? I think there may have been a slight misunderstanding."

Harry slowly and pointedly looked at the carnage surrounding them. "Yeah, I can see that," he said dryly.

"You see...I kind of thought that you were leaving me. And that you'd taken a job in Greece."

"Why would you think that?"

"There was this letter. It came this morning and...actually I think I may have destroyed it in the confusion, but it said that you were going to the airport to be with the team to Greece."

"I said I'd talk to them when they left, give them a pep talk. I said I didn't want to go Greece. I said I had too much to keep me here," Harry said sadly in a tone that made Draco's heart break. He sighed.

"Harry I'm really sorry. I've been a complete idiot. Last night I had a dream that you were leaving me to go to Greece, and when that letter arrived this morning I just couldn't take it. I couldn't stand the thought of losing you."

Harry looked at Draco without expression for so long that Draco started to shudder.

"Harry, please don't leave me," he whispered.

"Leave you? Draco I'd rather undergo the crucio curse, or a History of Magic lesson. I can't live without you." Draco ran to Harry and held him so close that each had to release their grip slightly to allow oxygen back into their lungs. They stood there for awhile, clung to each other as though their lives depended on it. Eventually Draco loosened Harry and stepped back, looking for the first time to see what damage had been done.

"Harry, I'm really sorry."

"Shh," Harry soothed, whilst stroking the back of Draco's neck, "It's fine. A lot of it's fixable. And besides, IKEA is open until eight tonight."

Draco smiled. He did like shopping in IKEA. He moved to grab his coat, with Harry following. As they reached the door he turned back to look Harry in the face.

"So who did you recommend to the Grecians for the job?"

"Seamus Finnegan," said Harry, unrepentantly, "I was sick of you looking at his arse and thought it best that he moved country."

Draco shook his head and laughed as he left the flat. No matter what mystics said; sometimes dreams really are just dreams.