The Dream

The young boy of sixteen lay on his four poster day dreaming about his secret love. He had longing feelings for this person ever since their encounter at Madam Malkins' and till this day he has been thinking of having him. But what he didn't realise was that someone else was prying to every single word he thought;

What on earth was I thinking? Love at first site, more like disgust at first instant!

The more I ponder on this incredulous matter, makes my head spin! However many times I tell them that I don't fancy him, yet they do not believe me...but the question is do I believe myself? This is not homosexuality, it's just, fantasising! Oh, who am I kidding? I love him!

All the matches of Quidditch have intensified my feelings for him. Like the day I let him have the Snitch, just to see his radiating smile.

Just the other night I was dreaming that we were dancing a Muggle dance called tango with only sarongs that weren't even tied properly...and when it fell, he didn't even bother picking it up, he just took mine off! Oh, no! This is disgusting! Bloody hell, why does this have to happen to me? Does it not matter that all Slytherins will mock me for eternity? And, shit, Snape is a qualified Legimens, he's bound to know!

The boy jumped out of bed, rushed to the showers and the cold water hit him hard on his pointy, sleek face...When all of a sudden the candles were blown out. A long shadow appeared from the murky corner of the boys' bathroom. It came closer, and closer.

"Who's there?" the boy asked, now shivering from fear and chilliness.

"Well, well, well," the shadow sniggered. "Who is this you are harmoniously fantasising about, young master Malfoy?"

Draco jumped out of the shower and stunned the shadowed man. Lying there, unconscious, was none other than Snape himself. With all the energy he could muster, Draco ran out of the bathroom and quickly hurried out of the dungeons and up to the Gryffindor tower. He blasted his way into the common room, and found his love. He grabbed him by the neck collar and kissed his tender lips with all his might. He felt faint, he couldn't breathe, he was about to suffocate, but he couldn't stop, he had to continue...

Harry Potter woke with a startle. He was drenched in cold sweat and he was feeling breathless. He had a feeling of foreboding. Had he just been dreaming that, or was it penetrated into his head? He had been practicing Occlumency all summer, it couldn't have been!

He was about to get up to get dressed in his robes, when he noticed he was butt naked. He quickly ripped off the curtains of his bed o cover himself; when he noticed that the left side of his four poster was occupied by someone else. The blond head moved towards Harry, and the face of Draco Malfoy appeared smiling from underneath the duvet.

"Hello sugar, did you sleep alright last night?"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"