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Sweet Dreams	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Prologue

Tender moments are what most people looking for love wish for. Reality is different, especially for one wizard.

He had never known that moments which seemed to be the worst, would turn into nightly fantasies, they were a confusing, but welcome reprieve from his nightmares.

Since his fourth year, Cedric’s death made Harry honestly look at his life. The nightmares seemed never to cease, and anger and pressure never let up. He started having these fantasies late during his fifth year after Lucius Malfoy was sent to Azkaban prison by the ministry and Draco Malfoy confronted him. Normally Harry would brush off the younger Malfoy, but something happened to him that day that changed everything.

“You wait. I’ll have you.” Draco said, full of malice.

Harry had brushed it off immediately like all the taunts, but that night instead of a normal nightmare, he dreamt of weird things.

In one, dream, Harry was 11 again, walking up the stairs of Hogwarts for the first time. Draco Malfoy went into his speech of the “right sort” and offered his hand. Harry reached for it this time, dragging the fingers to his lips, and kissing them tenderly, watching the silver eyes roll back inside that pretty blonde head.

The next dream had Draco and Harry in the Forbidden Forrest doing their detention with Hagrid, Draco about to run from the caped figure, when Harry pulled the boy to him, Holding him, comforting him, then finally looking down into those scared silver orbs, kissing him. Soft, wet, and innocent.

Another would find them flying during a Quidditch match, each looking for the snitch, they almost collided, and stared face to face. Harry reached for him, pulling Draco onto his own broom to feel the weight of the body against him. Shivers went down Harry’s spine as they held on to each other speeding through the air, Draco raining kisses down on the back of his neck.

Yet again the dream would switch to just as Hermione was about to punch Draco, Harry jerked him away, capturing the shocked blonde’s lips. Floating them off on a cloud of pure heaven, arms tightening, hands groping, muscles contracting, and rods thickening.

Every encounter with Draco played out like a lover’s tryst in Harry’s dreams. They were a refreshing reprieve over the years from the torturous dreams of his mother’s death, Voldemort coming into his mind and the death of so many people.

After viewing Snape’s memories, the realization of who, and what he was, was upon him. He had two goals in mind. Find Draco, and then fulfill his duty as a martyr for the cause of the light. He had to let Voldemort kill him in order to give everyone a chance to rid the world of the evil once and for all.

As he took his steps toward his fate through the crumbling halls, he found his target hovering in a corner trying to stay away from the fight. He would not let his last hours go to waste. He had to give himself the one thing he had grown to long for, before he died.

Draco looked up as Harry approached, there was a determined calm in those emerald eyes, yet the aura of fear still clung to Harry. “What do you want, Potter?” Draco said, the malice had long left his voice, but routine remained.

Harry looked at Draco, knowing this wasn’t going to be easy, but he didn’t care, He needed this one thing before he could go blindly to his death.

“I want something only you can give me Draco. Peace before I die.” Harry said resolutely. He didn’t give the other man time to answer, He grasped Draco by the arms pinning them to his side. Crashed his mouth down on the enticing lips that were about to open in what Harry guessed was a retort.

Those lips were heaven to Harry, honey and spice, warm and wet. He pushed further taking and claiming those lips. Thrusting his tongue inside the hot cavern of sensuality. Fully expecting to be bitten, he was quick, swiping his tongue to taste each corner before abruptly pulling away and dropping a stunned Draco Malfoy.

“Don’t speak Draco. I will not bother you ever again as I will not survive this night. But, I had to take what I dreamt of for so long. Thank you for not killing me too soon.” Harry said, speaking swiftly, and then walked out. He walked towards his destiny.

Draco had held still, knowing Harry was determined, but unknowing what would come to pass. A kiss is not what he expected, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Draco knew that the hatred and vitriol he had felt years ago for Harry were just another form of that fine line between love and hate. Draco had a role to play, and he did it as well as he was able, but once he could choose for himself, it would not be down the dark and lonely path his parents had laid out for him. But this kiss changed everything. Had he actually brought Harry peace? Was he actually going to die? Maybe if they both survived this, they could bring peace to each other, and perchance Harry could help him break out from under the dark shadow of his parents and their associations.

In the Forbidden Forest, Harry saw his godfather’s ghost smile at him; all of his departed family helped make this journey easier somehow. Sirius whispered to him now, how brave Harry was, how proud of him he was, and then caught Harry by surprise when he whispered that Draco would have been an excellent match for Harry. He just nodded, knowing he would lose all hopes and dreams of ever having a romance with a happily ever after or a life worth living.

All proceeded as Harry expected until he found himself awake on the grass barely breathing. Mrs. Malfoy was leaning over to check on him. He heard her question, nodded his head and whispered, “Get him far away; it will break my heart to see him suffer.”

Narcissa stopped breathing at the sound of heartbreak in that whisper; she squeezed his throat in answer, hiding the motion to look as if she were checking a pulse. "He is dead," she said, schooling her features into a stone mask.

Harry had been happy the Malfoy’s had drifted away from the crowd before Neville made his speech, and he had to face Voldemort for the last time. The rest of that day was a blur of motion, spells, violence and victory.

Harry wandered around the castle with the elder wand in one hand and Draco’s in the other. He started some minor repairs on the walls, using the elder wand to push his power to its limits. He wandered towards the dungeons, and towards the boy’s dormitory. The entrance had been blasted so anyone could enter, and he did. He found Draco’s bed without issue, finding one with the richest sheets and coverings.

Why had he lived? Now he would have to deal with the aftermath of Draco if he ever saw him again. How can he now face him after that last moment? Harry’s heart ached, he smoothed out the silk bed covers under his hand, used his wand to cut and preserve part of the pillow case for his own possession. He caressed the hawthorn wand in his right hand, before placing a kiss to the tip and laying it gently on the bed for its owner to find.

Harry decided to disappear from his world, to deal with the memories, the nightmares and the fantasies that ripped him apart inside.
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