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Hogwarts Express	By : Closet Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27084 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            “Potter...” A voice crooned, and Harry snorted, and rolled his face further into his pillow.

            “Oh, Potter.... wake up....”

            “Le’ me ‘lone...” Harry muttered into his pillow, crunching his eyes tighter.

            “Oh, I really think you’ll be wanting to wake up, Potter,” the voice continued, then cold
breath trailed over Harry’s ear, and the edge of the bed dipped under the weight of someone
climbing onto it. “Or I’ll make sure your entire dormitory knows I’m here...”

            “Don’ care...” Harry grumbled, throwing an arm over his head.

            “Oh, I think you will....” the other purred, moving so that they straddled Harry’s right leg
through the blankets, though not actually touching him. “You want all the other Gryffindors to
see a Slytherin in your tower?”

            “Slytherin...?” Harry grunted, slowly coming to realize that he was not only awake, but
that he was going to have to be more awake shortly.

            “Mm-hmm...” the other murmured, then dropped their head down again to lick up the side
of Harry’s face. “Slytherin.”

            Harry was awake at that one. “What the-?!” he yelped, sitting up sharply, nearly smashing
his forehead off the head of the person practically sitting on him. Blinking rapidly, he tried to
figure out who the blurry, shadowed shape was.

            “Graceful, Potter,” the shadow smirked, then twitched a wand, hissing, “Silenco. There.
Now we can talk properly without waking your housemates.” They shook their head, snorting in
disgust. “Because trust Longbottom the Golden Boy to think he has to come to your rescue.”

            “What...” Harry started again, reaching up to rub his eyes, bewildered that this person was
still practically sitting on his leg. “Who.... Malfoy?!”

            “In a sense,” the blond said lightly, then rocked back on his heels to land with a bounce
on his rear end. “I hope you’re well... I haven’t seen you in a few weeks.”

            Harry gaped at the other boy, still very confused. Malfoy, in his bed, with a silencing
charm, and licking Harry’s face.... Remembering that little detail, he quickly scrubbed at his
cheek with the back of his knuckles, then responded to Draco’s question. “Are you insane? We
had Care of Magical Creatures together today. Yesterday. Whenever, you know what I mean.
Remember, you told Neville that he should never get an Augurey because it would never stop
singing?”

            Draco laughed, but in that same way that the disembodied voice had been laughing.
Wait... the disembodied laughter... that he hadn’t heard for a few weeks. “I told you, I’m only
Malfoy in a sense.” He smirked. “I’m not your Draco Malfoy.”

            Harry blinked at him. “I don’t have a Draco Malfoy, thanks.”

            This Draco sighed, rocking back idly. “Pity, that.”

            Harry couldn’t quite understand what was going on. Had this been in the middle of the
day, or perhaps anywhere but inside his curtained four-poster, or with anyone but Malfoy, he
would have realized what an intensely bizarre situation this all was, and probably would have
been throwing curses awhile ago. Instead, he just sat there, confused. It was the middle of the
night, he was still wrapped up in his blankets in his darkened bed, and the last person on the earth
that would be sitting on his bed was sitting on his bed. In other words, this was all quite
impossible, and therefore couldn’t actually be happening.

            It had to be a dream.

            Harry was quite content to believe it was.

            “So...” he decided that, since this was a dream, he may as well find out what this
supposed Malfoy imposter wanted. “Why are you in my bed?”

            A brief flicker of what might almost be described as sadness flitted across Draco’s face.
“Besides the fact that maybe I would want to be here?”

            Harry snorted, flopping back onto his pillow. Funny, dream Malfoy wasn’t really quite as
much of a prat as usual. “Draco Malfoy would not want to be in nobody Harry Potter’s bed.
First,” he held up one finger, lazily looking up at the scarlet ceiling of his poster bed. “Draco
Malfoy is not gay. So he wouldn’t want to be in some guy’s bed. Two,” a second finger joined
the first. “He hates me. So that just rules me out, even if he were gay. Three, I am not gay.
Therefore, that just rules all the rest out.” Harry yawned, pausing for a moment, then continued.
“Four. If Draco were gay, and after a Gryffindor - which he wouldn’t be - he would be going for
Neville. You know why? Because the rivalry between Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom is
practically legendary, it’s Slytherin Prince versus Gryffindor King. It’s like Shakespeare, ‘my
greatest love from my greatest hate’ and all that bullocks. He would not be coming for a nobody
like Harry Potter, that he picks on kind of as an afterthought.”

            “You sure of that?” Draco asked, leaning over Harry’s torso to examine his face.

            “Yep,” Harry sighed, then closed his eyes. “So this dream can end any time now, so I can
go back to regular sleep. I’m tired, and I have potions in the morning.”

            “That really how you feel?” Draco murmured, softly.

            “Sounds about right.” Harry sighed.

            There was a smirk in Draco’s voice when next he spoke. “Guess I’ll have to work on you
two a bit harder than I thought I might have to.” Cold breath blew over Harry’s ear again, making
him shiver. “Talk to him, Potter.”

            “To who?” Harry muttered sleepily, already well on his way to falling back to sleep.
Already, he swore he couldn’t move if his life depended on it, his limbs were so heavy...

            “To Draco,” the other said, as though it were obvious. “Talk to Draco. Maybe he’ll have
an idea or two.”

            “Mm...” Harry agreed idly, and couldn’t remember later whether dream Draco Malfoy
ever actually left or not.

            What he could remember in the morning was that he didn’t hear the alarm clock, he
didn’t hear Dean yell at him before going to shower, and he didn’t hear Neville when the other
boy yanked back the curtains to yell at him that he was late.

            He did feel the pillow connect with his head, and sat bolt upright, looking around
frantically. “Wha’ - huh?”

            Neville said something, then frowned, whipped out his wand, and snapped something
else. The morning sounds of showers running and boys talking suddenly flooded in around Harry,
and Neville crossed his arms, giving Harry a stern look. “Harry, why in the world did you have a
silencing spell around your bed, and why didn’t you pull it down before going to sleep?”

            Harry blinked. “I didn’t...”

            Oh.

            Oh.

            Dream Draco.

            Who wasn’t looking like such a dream, after all.
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