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Imaginary	By : Aleya Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/n: lol Lilith you are so cute! You jumped on my update like seriously not even 4hrs and the first to review the last chapter. Definitely had me giggling at that! Therefore, this chapter is for you Lilith!
�No, No� bloody letter is missing something.� She sucked her bottom lip inside and sighed for the millionth time this morning and the sun wasn�t up yet. She had intended on mailing the letter out ASAP, but it was missing something, it didn�t end right. She knew that. She hadn�t noticed at first but with its recreation�

�What are you doing?� Draco made her jump.

�What are you doing in my room?� She turned on the blonde who merely looked at his feet and smirked. �I�m not in your room, and your door was open.�

�Ha ha�� She sighed sitting down. She�d been mulling over this continuation of the love letter sent to Harry Potter for days. She hadn�t wanted to fudge it at all. The way she thinks and the way the blonde before her thinks are two different ways. He acts like a wanker on regular days, but she�s never been in love with someone the way he has.

�What are you doing?� He entered the room and she smoothly stuck the letter in a stack of papers on her desk.

�Trying to write a love letter.�

�You? A love letter? Someone who claims to never fall in love herself, writing a love letter?�

�To Harry Potter.� She said sitting on her desk crossing her legs. The way he looked at her had no name really. Shocks, awe, jealousy mixed in one go. �From you.�

�What the hell Lada?!� He stood now.

�I want you happy Draco.� She sighed. �That�s why I purposely mailed your letter, but I don�t want to mess it all up by making stuff up about your feelings. It would sound fake coming from me. I�m an actress, give me the lines and I can make them come alive, but I can�t make the lines myself. And any spell would just make you sound like some dippy teenaged teeny bopper fan-girl.�

�I don�t want you meddling in my love life.� Draco sat back down.

�I know where he is�� She whispered.

�You tabloid child again?� He turned away.

�He loved your Valentine�s note. He still has it.�

�How do you know that?�

�Draco, I�ve been spying on him. As an imaginary friend, I can go places. All I�m doing is having �out of body� experiences on a regular basis. I felt so guilty for the Valentine�s letter, you looked so upset, and I had to check!� Her guilt and trying to �make it right� had been the right keys to play. �But he liked it! I�ve never seen a boy�s ears turn so red. Was it a Risqué kind of letter?� She looked at him; his pride began to swell, even just a little.

�Not really. I ended it before it could get so far.� Draco smirked. �But I couldn�t stop there� so I wrote another one, kind of like it. He really keeps it?� The typical Malfoy cockiness began to rise in him again, something that had been lost to him since his parents put him out of his home.

�I think so. While he may think you�re a girl, I�m sure unless you said��

�No, I�d never tell him that. Not yet.� He paused. �A girl huh? As if a girl could speak so eloquently.� He smiled softly at her indignant sound. �With the exception of you, of course.�

�I stole the other part to it� but, I can�t send it. Its not complete, is It.?

�You read it?!?� He looked at her in shock before remembering, she had been thumbing through his notebook.

�I did� C-could you finish it? I�ll send it out ASAP. I�ll watch for his expression.� Draco looked at her contemplating the idea and grabbed a pen from her nightstand. She leaned forward and kissed his mouth, another stage kiss, and went to grab the papers and handed it to him. He read it over and did his work on it. She smiled at him thoroughly smug with herself; she didn�t have to reveal her whole plot to him just yet

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�Good morning Harry!� She leaned down to stage kiss him.

�It�s too early.�

�No you�re hung over. I guess you won�t open for this bird with a letter for you?� She sighed and right on cue there was a tap, tap on the window.

�You get it��

�As if I could� but I could do this� Her hands grabbed his ass and he jumped at the surge of chills.

�Alright, alright. I�m up!� He moved to open the window the light of the early sun invading his vision. Squinting his eyes, he removed the letter from the bird that promptly took off having left its letter. �Who would send me a letter here?� He groaned sitting on the bed rubbing his eyes.

�Drink some water.� She offered.

�I�m not that hung over�� He rubbed his face and looked at the envelope, while not as festively embellished with the border from last time, he recognized the sender�s way of embellishing his name delicately in that gold ink. �It�s from her again.� He gasped.

�Her?� Liz sat on the bed beside him.

�The Valentine�s Day girl. How did she know I was here?�

�Are you sure it�s a girl Harry? I mean, you do know there are homosexual wizards.� Silence met her, all except for the ripping sound of the envelope. �My, eager to hear more words of flattery. Never mind what I�ve just said.� He was reading. �Well, Read it aloud! I wanna hear!�

�To Harry Potter�� He rolled his eyes in agitation of having to start over. �I hope this letter finds you well. The desires of my heart seem to have overtaken me as I find myself sharing my unbidden thoughts again. Do you know of another word, something stronger than desire?�

�Crave?� Liz offered Harry smiled in agreement.

�Isn�t it something to know the definition of something, but not know what it is being defined?� His face warmed. �It seems since that day, after the match and I found myself wanting to be that bead of sweat, everything in my being wanted to be that bead of sweat tracing lines down your body. I try to squelch these thoughts on a regular. Stuffing them into a closet so full it�s ready to burst under one heavy gaze from you. But my subconscious knows better.�

�Wow�� Liz breathed smoothing Harry�s hair from his face. He seemed to lean in to the touch briefly.

�At night, my subconscious lets those thoughts free, to run loose. They manifest themselves in the form of dreams. Dreams and fantasies of flesh on flesh, lips and tongues on each other and other places, hands roaming to.. Oh!� Harry rubbed his neck his hands trembling slightly.

�You okay Harry?� He nodded swallowing thickly.

�In the end I always awake having to regroup such thoughts and lock them away once more, at least until those green eyes pass over me. Sometimes they seem to linger, sometimes they don�t. No mater what though, I want to be all those green eyes ever look at. Until next time. To hoping and to your health.� Harry leaned back on the bed holding the letter.

�Harry?� She straddled herself cross him looking at his face.

�Liz, get off or I will.� He groaned feeling his body full of shivers at her consistent touch. While never a repulsing touch, no never that, always comforting. He wondered if it could get too good.

�Oh Harry� that was perverse even for you.� She giggled rolling off him. �This mystery person has got you all randy now?�

�Liz Shut up.�

�Well, the Weaselys are waking up soon. Just thought I�d have you until they wake up. Making sure you�ve not forgotten about me, again.�

�Oh�Li-� The knock on his door interrupted.

�Harry, Mum wants to know if you�re up yet!� Ron called and Liz waved farewell.

�I�ll be back later Harry.� She faded when the door opened.

�Who were you talking to?� Ron looked around the room.

�No, one!� He scratched his head nervously letter in his hand.

�Writing a letter?�

�No, got one.� He folded it up.

�From who?� Ron sat down.

�It�s from some girl. I don�t know who she is but she keeps writing to me.�

�Maybe you sent her a letter or something?� Harry handed the letter over to his most trusted friend.

�She doesn�t sign it.� Harry sat in silence as his friend read the words, a perverse smirk crossing his features.

�Well, whoever this girl is she is definitely hot for you, mate.� He handed the letter back.

�But should I worry that this letter came here this morning? I haven�t told anyone that I was coming here.�

�Well, you are Harry Potter. I�m sure somewhere some ugly unpopular girl is stalking your every move.� Ron said.

�Shut it.� Harry snatched his letter back and stuck it right next to the Valentine�s Card.

�You�re the one who showed it to me.� Ron countered. �Do you want to keep getting these letters? I�m sure there�s a hex or something.�

�I don�t know�� Harry stashed his book away.

�What�s keeping you two?� Hermione�s voice reached them before they ever saw her.

�Harry�s been getting love notes from a secret admirer.� Harry looked at his friend ready to kill him. Last thing he needed was Hermione�s nagging.

�Is that all?� Hermione rolled her eyes.

�What do you mean is that all?� Ron looked at her just as shocked as Harry.

�Please, for days after the war Harry had been receiving notes of undying admiration and the like from many witches and wizards. I�m sure once everyone reads the latest news of his release from St. Mungo�s they�ll only start up again, even more so I�m sure since his fan base has to have increased with him now being able to identify with those who too were depressed and bounced back.� She walked off to breakfast the two boys following her. �Probably will get some real crazies now.� She reached the kitchen and took her seat next to Ginny who could bring herself to look in Harry�s direction.

�Ginny, eat up, and don�t forget your appointment with the midwife this afternoon.� Molly sighed.

�I won�t�� Ginny groaned softly.

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�He LOVED it, Drakey!!� Lada�s voice still echoed in his mind as he washed his hair under the showerhead. �Oh I wish you could�ve seen his face.� She never once disclosed where he had been staying, or how did she know where he was; but he didn�t ask. Even if she were lying to him, imagining Harry-fucking-Potter reading the words that hung from his lips so many years now and relished them the way Draco had always fantasized he would, made him feel� giddy? No, not giddy, but something akin to that.

�You should write more to him. Perhaps he�ll realize he�s far too into the personality to care about the vessel that carries it. Give a boy-boy relationship a chance�� That he didn�t believe for a single moment, but he could hope right?
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