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If Only To Feel...	By : Jadestonedreams Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10416 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: IF ONLY TO FEEL�

Author: Jadestonedreams

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Pairing: HP/DM NL/VC HG/RW PP/BZ LM/NM RL/SB PD/SS�..

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Honestly, if I owned them, would I really be here at this hour writing fan fiction. Sadly, I don't own them. They belong to others, I have mearly borrowed them for my own personal pleasure.

Summary: Changes are taking place that will send Draco and Harry�s life on a whirlwind path destined together. Harry is a veela searching for his mate. Will secrets that Draco is hiding. Keep harry from claiming his true love?

Author�s note: this is my first harry potter fic. So please be kind

Warning: Slash and Mpreg�If you don�t like� well then what are you still reading for J

Special thanks: to Michelle for taking the time and beta reading this for me. I really apprte ate all the work you put into helping me make this a better story.

DREAMS OF REALITY

Chapter 8

Walking to the Headmaster's office, Draco couldn't help the feeling of dread that had started to flow over him at the announcement of his father's arrival. What could the older Malfoy possible want? Thinking back to the letter he received only recently, Draco tried to remember if Lucius had mentioned anything about coming to see him. No, he would have remembered that.
Random visits from Lucius were few and far between. Draco couldn't rightfully think of the last time his father had come just for a visit on a whim to see him at school. Ignoring the uneasy feeling in his stomach Draco continued on his way.
Standing outside the statue for a moment Draco composed himself before speaking the password and entering.
"Come in Mr. Malfoy," smiled Dumbledore as Draco stood in the doorway peering across the room at his father as he stood across from the headmaster.
"Thank you, Headmaster." replied Draco as he stepped into the room and closed the door.
"Lemon drop?" asked Dumbledore smiling at the two blondes before him.
"No thank you." replied Draco quickly.
"Well then." smiled Dumbledore getting up from his desk motioning for the two men to follow him as he led them to another door and stepping inside. "I've arranged for some tea to be served in the other room. If there is anything you need please don't hesitate to let me know."

Draco nodded politely as he followed his father into the room behind Dumbledore.
"Now if you will excuse me,ust ust get to some work." remarked the headmaster looking over at Draco and smiling lightly.
Nodding Draco watched as the headmaster closed the door behind him as he left, leaving Draco alone with his father.
~~
Looking over at his son as the old Headmaster left, Lucius Malfoy couldn't help the swell of pride that always overtook him at the sight of his only son. Images of other children laughing and playing in the grand Malfoy Manor were quickly pushed away along with the feeling of loss and sadness that came with it.
Turning away from the sight of his only son and heir, Lucius walked over to the large stone fireplace and stared into the burning flames that magically flicked cool air around them. It was a dream that had long since died after Draco's birth. A home filled with children and their laughter. Memories of his own childhood started to surface as he continued to let the thoughts run through his mind.

"Father?"
Hearing the sound of Draco's voice, Lucius shook his head clear of the unwanted thoughts. 'No point on thinking about what will never be.' he thought turning back to Draco.
Looking across the room at his son Lucius Malfoy smiled.
"I trust you are enjoying your summer here, Draco?" asked Lucius sitting down in a large chair near the fireplace.
Coming into the room further and sitting down in a rose colored sofa Draco nodded.
"Yes, sir." replied Draco.
"Our guest was greatly disappointed that you wished to remain here at school for the summer. The desire that you return home was rather demanding. It does not sit well with your betrothed that you'd wish to be apart from them
Looking over at his father Draco didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The look on Lucius face as he spoke of his only son's supposed betrothed was that of pure happiness. To Lucius Malfoy the idea of his son being bonded to who he considered to be the most powerful wizard alive was a dream come true to the Malfoy line.
To Draco, it was a nightmare.
Listening to his father, Draco found his mind wandering to other things. Dark black hair and emerald eyes mainly.
"Draco, I would greatly appreciate it if you would listen to me when I'm talking to you!" Lucius growled looking over at his son.
"Sorry father." whispered Draco leaning back in his chair as Lucius continued on.
"I trust you are taking this time to ready yourself for your upcoming nuptials." stated Lucius.
Suppressing a shiver, Draco simply stared back across at his father before getting up to go and look out the window at the field below.
"What if I was to tell you, I don't want to marry �What if I said that the thought of being touched by that�that creature made my insides twist into knots? That the idea of being bonded to �Would you still�.?"
The hand that painfully grabbed his arm twisting him around to stare into angry steel grey eyes, causing a painful gasp to escape his lips.
"Listen to me boy." Growled Lucius looking down hard at his son, the tone of his voice making Draco grow colder as he looked up into his father's eyes.
"I will not hear anymore of this, nonsense. Do you understand me?"
Wincing slightly as Lucius's hold on his arm tightened, Draco nodded numbly.
"What about love father...doesn't that count for anything?"
Letting go of Draco's arm and taking a step back, Lucius look back over to the fireplace.
"You�re a Malfoy, a pureblood wizard from one of the wealthiest families of the wizarding world. It's power, not love that makes you what you are. This marriage is the best thing for you, Draconis."
"Even if it's something I don't want?"
"You're young Draco; I doubt you really even know what it is you want in life. Your mother and I know what is best for you."
Looking over at his father, Draco nodded as he felt his insides go numb again. It was stupid he thought. There was that little part of him that had hoped even for a moment that his father would understand. That he would wrap his arms around him and tell Draco that everything would be alright. Looking into his father's eyes, Draco knew that was nevoingoing to happen. The man he loved was no longer there, and for a moment, he wondered if he ever was.
Clenching his fist tightly Draco shook his head.
"How can this be best for me?"
"Because it is!" snapped Lucius impatiently.
"Now I must be going." stated Lucius picking up his cane from the desk.
Looking over at his son, Lucius nodded before walking out the door and leaving Draco standing there feeling numb.
Watching as the door closed behind his father, Draco stood there looking at the spot where his father had been.
"Mr. Malfoy."
Looking up, Draco found himself looking into twinkling blue eyes, staring back at him over moon shaped spectacles.
"I trust everything is well with you and your father, Mr. Malfoy?"
Nodding Draco turned away from the Headmaster a moment to clear his head before looking back round again.
"Everything's fine sir." replied Draco walking over to the door to leave.
"Good then." smiled Dumbledore watching as the blonde walked out the door.

*****
'Fucking Bastard' thought Draco walking down the hall quietly, not really looking where he was going. The sudden feel of someone crashing into him as he turned the corner brought him out of his thought quickly though.
"Damn why don't you watch where ye goe going." growled Draco sitting up.
"Sorry." muttered Neville sitting up and frowning at the scattered papers and books around him.
Reaching over to pick up one of the discarded items Draco read the cover.

'Potions: A Potion Masters guide to your favorite brews.'
"It's a bit early for studying don't you think Longbottom, even Granger must take a break eventually." smiled Draco, handing the worn out book back to the smaller boy.
The tension in the smaller boy seemed to seep away at the sound of the blonde's voice and vanished completely as he reached out for the book, his fingers brushing slightly against Draco's.
For some unknown reason Neville found himself smiling and laughing as he looked over at the blonde.
"I'm sure she does, but I need all the help I can get."
Reaching out Draco found himself helping the smaller boy up and picking up a few scattered papers.
"Good luck." stated Draco moving to walk past Neville and continue on his way back to his room.
"Thanks." replied Neville looking over at him.
Nodding the blonde Slytherin had made it a few feet away when he heard the sound of footsteps walking quickly behind him.
"Malfoy, wait!" called Neville running to catch up with the other boy.
Turning around Draco raised an eyebrow at the other boy.
"What?"
Shifting nervously from side to side, Neville ran his fingers through his hair
"Uhmm, well that is... I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me? You know with my studying for potions."
Looking over at the other boy, Draco shook his head.
"Longbottom, I'm not sure that's a good idea�.?
The disappointment the flashed across the brown-haired boy's face didn't go unnoticed by the blonde. 'It must have taken a lot of courage for Longbottom to actually come and ask me for help.' Draco thought. '
"Oh well, I just thought�never mind, just forget I asked." muttered Neville turning to walk away.
"Longbottom wait, I'll help you, but just for a little while. Meet me by the dungeon in an hour."
"The dungeons?" asked Neville nervously.
"Yes, I think it would be better if we worked in my room. We won't be disturbed there." replied Draco. "See you in an hour."
Walking back towards the library, Neville shook his head and wondered for a moment about what in the name of Merlin had possessed hi ask ask Draco Malfoy for help and why in the world did he say yes.
***

Malfoy Manor stood quiet and cold despite the warmth in the air. Lord Voldemort sat quietly looking out the window at the large expanse of garden below. It seemed like he had been waiting for so long and now it soon would be here. He would be with his Dragon, and soon that blasted pest Potter would be gone.
Looking over at the older replica of his chosen mate, Voldemort smiled slightly. Lucius Malfoy was handsome indeed, but his son held something in him that his father did not. Although he wasn't sure of what that was, the Dark Lord knew that it was something he needed to possess. He'd seen it in the child at the manor when he'd first laid eyes on him. Watching the boy grow had only confirmed it and the underlined lust he felt at the sight of the de mde made him smile in anticipation. Soon he would have everything he desired.
"Lucius, tell me how is our little dragon?" asked Voldemort stepping away from the window and settling in his seat.
"He is doing well, my lord, a bit nervous about the upcoming ceremony of course." replied Lucius. "I am certain that he will be fine though."
Smiling Voldemort leaned further back into his chair.
"That is good Lucius; now leave me. I wish to be alone.
Bowing slightly, Lucius turned to walk out the door leaving the dark lord alone with his thoughts.
Reaching over to pick up a small-framed photograph from a nearby table, Voldemort slowly ran a slender finger over the edge of the moving picture. Watching as the wind blew softly through the long blonde tresses of the boy in the picture, his silver eyes shining brightly out at you as he waved brightly to the photographer. The smile covering his face caused his eyes to light up even more. The thought of those same eyes lighting up with lust and need under his ministrations sent shivers down the Dark Lord's spine.
The lustful smile that crawled into place on the Dark Lord's face grew increasingly more as the tightness in the lower part of his robes became more apparent.
'Soon my little dragon, soon we will be together." whispered Voldemort sliding his hands into the folds of his robe.
"Very soon."
******
"I'll never get this!" cried Neville slamming the book closed on his lapkingkingking.
Looking over at the other boy, Draco merely snorted. It had come to his attention in the last two hours of talking with the brown haired boy that he was indeed more talented in the art of potions than even he knew.
The problem seemed that the other simply refused to believe that he was actually good at it. Therefore second guessing everything he did and eventually making huge mistakes.

Working here alone in the privacy of the Slytherins room, Neville Longbottom showed a side that even Professor Snape would have been proud of.
Closing the book in front of him gently, Draco slid off his bed and sat across from the other boy. "Longbottom, you just need to learn to relax."
Shaking his head, Neville snorted.
"Easy for you to say, Professor Snape likes you...me, well nothing I do is right." sighed Neville. "I get so nervous in class; I can't help but mess up."
"Are you nervous now?" asked Draco leaning back against the side of his bed.
Looking up Neville brushed a lock of curling brown hair behind his ear and shook his head. He should be nervous, shouldn't he? He was alone here in Draco Malfoy's room in the Slytherin territory. He, Neville Longbottom should have been terrified.
He wasn't though.
"No." replied Neville shaking his head and smiling.
"Good, that's the key." stated Draco. "The only time you mess up is when you're in class with Snape. Other than that you seem to do very well in all your other classes I have with you."
Taking the book away from the other boy and tossing it up onto the bed Draco smiled.
"Now I think we need to work on getting you to relax when you're near Professor Snape. One of the tricks I learned was to try and picture what frightens or makes you nervous in a ridiculous situation.
"Like what?"
"I don't know." replied Draco shrugging. "Try picturing Professor Snape teachingss iss in his underwear."
"Ewww gross!" snorted Neville falling back onto the floor laughing. "Snape in his skivvies�"
Trying to hide the smirk that crossed his face at the image he conjured up, Draco soon found himself holding back his laughter before he couldn't help letting it go. Pretty soon the large room was filled with the laughter of two boys who never would have thought they would become friends.
*****
"Harry, what are you still doing up?" asked Neville closing the portrait door behind him as he entered the Gryffindor common room later.
"Nothing, I was just playing chess with Seamus for awhile. Where have you been? We went by the library earlier but you weren't there."
Crossing over the room to sit down next to Harry, Neville simply smiled.
"Just with a friend, he's helping me study for potions this week." Neville yawned, leaning back into the couch. They had both decided to keep their study sessions just between the two of them.
"That's great." replied Harry half-heartedly before yawning.

Smiling Neville simply stood up and stretched languidly his shirt lifting slightly to reveal smooth flat stomach.
Harry ed aed at this. Neville had filled out quite nicely over the last few years that he'd known him. The baby fat that had once been evident in their first years were now gone, replaced by well-defined muscles.
After finding out about his Veela inheritance he couldn't help but wonder who his supposed mate might turn out to be. Were they even at Hogwarts? These thoughts of course led him to speculate on other students around them. It had been a mild but not unexpected shock when both Hermione and Ginny had proclaimed Neville to be one of the best looking guys at the school. Although everyone agreed that he probably didn't realize it.
Harry had no doubts though that Neville wasn't going to be ending the upcoming year alone.
"I'm beat, Harry. I think I'm gonna head up to bed. Are you and the others still planning on going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Neville asked bringing Harry out of his thoughts.
Nodding Harry smiled.
"Good, I'll see you then."
"Night Neville" called Harry as the dark haired boy headed up the stairs, leaving Harry behind.
Taking out a small folded piece of paper from his pocket, Harry held it tightly in his hand for a moment. The edges were torn and softened with time and the sweet smell of parfum drifted up from the soft worn fragile papers held so lovingly in his hand.

He had read it over and over again wanting to memorize every line and curve of writing to memory when the headmaster had first given it to him. A simple letter for most, but for him it had become a cherished momento.

It wasn't everyday you're handed a letter written for you by your mother before you were even born. The letter was old and worn; whether from his own handling or those of his mother Harry was unsure but no longer cared. Each page held loving thoughts from his mother. He could just imagine her sitting at a desk writing her wishes for him down on the hanven ven paper as she drew circles across her ever growing belly.
The papers were crinkled and stained as if she'd cried over them as she wrote, reading her words over again just to make sure they perfect.

'My Dearest Harry,

I hope as you are reading this letter that it finds you in good health and happiness. It has been a tradition in my family for generations to write letters to our children before they are born. I received a letter from your grandmother on the eve of my inheritance as well. I'm sure my sister received her own letter, but she has never shared it with me.
Sitting here writing this I can't help but think of the man you must be now. I imagine you will have your father's good looks and hopefully his playfulness. I hope to be able to give you this letter myself one day.
I'm sure learning of your Veela Inheritance must have come as quite a shock to you. Your father and I only want what is best for you and will love anyone chosen to be your mate. I know whomever it turns out to be will love you with all their heart.

As you may well know already, your father and I were not exactly the best of friends in school. I loathe saying it now but well he was a bit much to handle back then. I couldn't stand to be in the same room with him or his friends. Not that I don't love your father now, but if anyone had told me in our first years that I'd be married to the wanker. I'd have put them into a body bind and dragged their asses to St. Mungo�s.
Funny, but now I can't even comprehend a life without you or your father. Your grandmother told me that's what love is like�whether you fall fast or slow, it doesn't matter. When your other half comes along you will be drawn to them, sometimes in hate, sometimes in love. Don't be afraid of love Harry, it is the most precious gift that you can give or receive��

Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall, Harry let his gaze wander over the rest of the papers. He'd been so upset when he'd first learned of everything, another secret kept from him since he'd returned to the magical world, his mother's words that softened him though. She had been proud of her heritage and had been greatly astonished to find that his father had been in love with her for years. He'd made a complete jackass of himself trying to deny it.
In the end it didn't matter, the two of them were meant to be together. Nothing would keep them apart.
Folding the worn paper and placing it back into his pocket, Harry headed back to the comfort of his room. His mind wandered back to earlier in the day with Seamus and Draco. Neither one of them had seen the Slytherin since he'd left the kitchen to meet his father. Harry had looked all over for Draco wanting to make sure that he was okay. Finally giving up after awhile, Harry returned to the common room to play a few rounds of chess with Dean and Seamus before the other two left for bed.

Harry didn't know why he couldn't get the other boy out of his mind. His thoughts kept wandering back to the smooth pale skin of his one time enemy and how he looked that day at the lake. The way Fawkes had glided up to him and the look on the other boy's face as the golden bird had stared at him. The awkwardness as the two of them had talked for the first time as friends.
Closing his eyes as his head hit the pillow; Harry argued to himself that it was simply everything he was going through. All the information he had learned about being a veela since Dumbledore had finally decided to inform him of it months ago. Anybody who learned they where going to be mated to someone for the rest of their lives, eventually would start to look at others in different ways. That's all it was, nothing more. Letting a small smile creep over his features, Harry drifted off wondering for a moment where the smell of roses was coming from.

*****

Draco groaned as he pushed off the covers of his bed that night and slipped inside. His body instantly relaxed against the warm smooth sheets caressing his skin as he lay on the rather overly large bed. All in all it had not been a bad day. Well except for the rather unpleasant visit from his father earlier, but that was to be expected. Amazingly enough spending the past few hours with Neville Longbottom hadn't been nearly as excruciatingly painful as Draco had first envisioned it to be. Both boys promised to meet again the next night.
This friendship or whatever he wanted to call it could not of course develop very much. Longbottom was decent enough and deserved better in life than what he got. Draco flipped over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling his eyes catching hold of the magically enhanced images of stars up above him before smiling. It wne one of many charms his grandmother had taught to him before she died. Having the scenery above his bed had delighted him as a child whenever he visited her in the large manor, as it did now.
He missed her so very much.
Frowning slightly Draco looked away from the beautiful scene above him and wondered for a moment if anyone would truly miss him if he were gone. Closing his eyes softly before drifting off, never noticing as the stars above suddenly twinkled brightly before blinking out leaving the small Slytherin in the dark.

"Hello!" called Draco walking down the stone path in the large garden.
'Where the bloody hell am I?' he thought taking in his surroundings. The garden, if that's what it could be called, was more beautiful than anything he'd ever seen. The moon shined brightly over smooth stone benches as large white roses clung desperately to sides of wooden trellises surrounding the area leaving a thick rich aroma in their wake. He closed his eyes as a warm breeze brushed softly against his pale skin twirling his platinum blonde hair as the edges tickled his features.
The warm rich aroma wrapped around him as he opened his eyes once more. That odd feeling of déjà vu crept over him as he made his way through the lush area around him. Coming to a thick stone banister overlooking a large lake he stopped. The iridescent features of the moon reflected in the calming waters of the lake below as his gaze took in the scene.
Leaning against the stone ledge Draco smiled brightly.
"So beautiful." he muttered.
"I agree." came a voice from behind him. Started, Draco spun around coming face to face with large emerald eyes covered slightly by strands of dark ebony hair.
"Harry." gasped Draco looking over at the other boy feeling his heart beat faster in his chest. Draco spun back around looking out at the calming waters.
"I didn't think I'd ever see you again, after the other night." stated Harry coming to stand next to Draco and peering out at the moonlit waters.
Listening to Harry speak, Draco felt a cold sense of dread spread over him as he pushed away from the stone and stepped back from the raven-haired boy.
"Lily?" called Harry taking a closer step as Draco stumbled back further. His legs stopping as he backed up against a large stone fountain.
Draco's heartbeat seemed to plummet at Harry's words.
"What did you call me?" rasped Draco not taking his eyes off the other boy.
"Lily, that's your name isn't it?"
"No!" he shouted looking down at himself. Nothing had changed; he was still himself. Why was Harry calling him Lily? Letting his gaze fall over the still waters of the fountain, Draco jumped at the sight before him as the reflection of Lily, his female persona, came into view.
Feeling two strong arms wrap around his waist, Draco twisted till he came face to face with dark concerned eyes. 'It's not right' he thought pushing against Harry's chest as he stumbled backwards away. This beautiful dream or vision or whatever it was, was becoming a nightmare. Shaking his head as he took deep breaths, Draco felt like the walls were closing in on him. Looking over at Harry, Draco suddenly went numb, He wanted to wake up from this nightmare of a dream and he wanted to wake up now!
Shaking his head as he sat down on the cold stone bench, Draco shook his head, his heart beating faster at each approaching footstep he heard.
"Go away, please."
Looking down at the young woman on the bench Harry sighed. The first sight of the blonde in the garden had sent shivers of delight through him and a feeling of disappointment that he had not been able to place. It was almost as if he had hoped the figure to be someone else. The feeling had soon vanished as she had spoke out at the waters and moon and he found himself speaking as well.
His thoughts ran rampant through his mind as he looked over at the young girl. He hadn't laid eyes on her since that night. No one had a clue as to who she was. It crossed his mind for a moment to wonder why he'd never asked Draco about her. Draco, now there was another problem, the annoying little blonde kept popping into his mind and wouldn't leave. Like now for instancP>
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�Why the hell am I even thinking about Draco' thought Harry sitting down.
Reaching out to cup the young girl's face, turning it to him Harry smiled. Brushing away a long blonde strand of hair behind her ears, the thought of how Draco's hair would feel between his fingertips popping into his mind before fading away. Blue eyes looking over at him suddenly flashed into silver before fading back; laughing eyes of pure silver, eyes that held so much in their depths.
Growling in frustration, Harry stepped back, making his way over to the banister to clutch at the edges.
'No, I'm not supposed to be thinking of him, not now!' screamed Harry in his head closing his eyes in frustration.
"Harry?"
Snapping his eyes open, Harry spun around gasping at the sight before him. The soft moonlight shined brightly over Draco's silvery blonde hair bathing him in an iridescent glow. Draco's silver eyes seemed to spark blue flecks as they peered back at Harry. The little control he had over his emotions snapped at that moment as he reached out hauling the smaller boy to him, searing their mouths together, eliciting a moan from the deep inside Draco, which sent shivers down Harry's back. The other boy tasted to good, and so sweet. Exploring the deep cavern of Draco's mouth Harry reveled in the feeling as he drank down the Slytherins gasps and moans.
Harry couldn't seem to get enough as he pressed further into Draco, running his tongue along the swollen lower lip of the other boy before gently pulling it into is mouth, eliciting another round of moans from the flushed body in his arms. 'Oh God' thought Harry, 'he tastes so good.' Twisting his hands through the thick rich locks, and tugging the ends, Harry depend the kiss further, before finally breaking away gasping much needed air. Leaning back and hissing slightly as he rubbed his growing member against the other boy's leg. Harry felt his head spinning as he clutched tightly to Draco.
Draco bit his lips in ecstasy; he could feel himself growing harder as Harry pressed further into him. The sudden flash of his reflection from earlier was like a flood of ice water down his back as he felt his insides grow cold. This was all a lie, a horrible nightmare, Harry wasn't kissing him, not the real him. The pounding of his heart in his chest drowned out Harry's protest as Draco pushed against him stumbling backwards against the stepping-stones.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this." Stammered Draco turning away from Harry, practically running down the path unsure of where he was headed. The constant ringing in his ears was only surpassed by the tears that cascaded down his cheeks, blurring his vision as he stumbled along the path. The once sweet smell of roses in the air quickly become overwhelming to him, making his insides churns nauseously. Pressing his hands against his stomach, Draco ran further away from the warmth of the other boy, stumbling blindly along the way.

The once moonlit sky becoming cloudy as the roar of thunder overtook the horizon. He wanted to wake up now. He wanted this nightmare over. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear someone calling for him, as the loosening feeling of the earth from under his feet gave way. The sudden painful scream that ripped from his throat as he felt his ankle twist in agony was drowned out by the blackness that overtook him as he fell.

Bolting upright in bed, Draco slammed back against the thick wooden headboard gasping for air. The once pitch-black room now seemed to be bathed in an oddly warm glow as the enchanted stars above him bounced frantically around the room. Clutching at his sheets, Draco stared out at the image of his reflection in his antique mirror before stumbling off the bed and racing to the bathroom. His skin felt hot as he slammed the door behind him barely making it to the toilet in time before he let loose of all that he had eaten before.
'What's the matter with me?" groaned Draco leaning against the side of the bathtub a moment later. He could still feel the warmth of Harry's arms wrapped around him. Rocking back and forth as he wrapped his arms around his knees, Draco shivered slightly. He would find no sleep that night.
****

Wrapping the cool sheet around him, Harry stared out the window of his room, as the images from his dream ran rampant through his mind. He could still feel and taste the other boy on his lips, a mixture of strawberries and spice. 'It was just a dream!' he shouted to himself.
Shivering slightly at the cool night air, Harry wrapped the thin sheet around him tighter. That's all it was, just a dream. Lilly was there and then she was gone. The heat that he had felt as he turned around and seen Draco had meant nothing. The coldness that had gone down his spine at the sight of the other boy falling in pain meant nothing.
"Just a dream." he whispered. "It doesn't mean anything."
TBC�.
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Author�s note: I want to thank everyone that wrote to me and asked about this story. No I have not abandoned it, I would never do that to any of my stories. I'm now getting this fic beta read <Thanks Michelle!!>�I have more chapters written and sent to my beta reader and will post them soon.
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