Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.  J.K.R is God. Don't sue, I'm broke from watching the movie 7 times already. I plead temporary insanity.

Author's note
This part was an accident, really. I wrote a ficlet once to amuse Elise and I posted it on my livejournal. Starkiller seemed rather amused by it so I thought, what the hell, might as well use it as the dream sequence. Krissy said it fitted alright so uh, here it is. *cringe* I've an embarrassing lack of control over my fics. And yeah, chapter 4 will be full on smut. *cringe even more*

Dragons exist only in fairytales

Part 3

By Altricial

       

"Show me."

"Touch the tip of your wand to mine and focus. It'll take you into my dream."

A meeting of wands brought about a meeting of minds...

Dream sequence:

"Lumos!" Harry whispered and a flash of light shot out from the end of his wand, growing steadily into a bright, orange flame tip.

He looked around and within ten minutes, he came to the unnerving conclusion that he was spectacularly lost in a jungle. He surveyed the area in hope of a glimpse of a familiar face but all there was were shrubs, trees and more shrubs. Tentatively, he tiptoed forward, through the unknown darkness of the jungle, praying to all the Gods and Goddesses above that no wild animal would spot his flaming wand and swallow him whole.

He gulped and walked on silently.

A shrub in the distance moved slightly. Harry blinked and moved closer, although approaching a quivering plant wasn't a very wise move when lost amongst ominous-looking greenery. The shrub moved a little more. Harry inched nervously towards the shivering plant and gave a soft little tentative, "Hello?"

Without warning of any sort, the shaking shrub gave a deafening yell, followed by a vociferous "BLOODY HELL!" and a pale, blonde head shot out from behind the foul-mouthed shrub.

Harry fell back in shock and stared at the yellowish green thing that had catapulted out from nowhere and was currently doing an oddly amusing version of the rain dance.

"Malfoy?!"

"What? Were you expecting the Yeti?" Draco, previously known as the vulgar shrub, spat as he doubled over on the ground, seemingly in pain.

"Are you alright?" Harry crawled nearer to his archrival. As much as he hated him, it was slightly more comforting to be lost with someone else.

"What do you care, Potter? Get away from me." Draco tried to move but ended up wheezing in pain. He lifted his hand away from his inner thigh. It was very thoroughly drenched in blood. He felt faint. It was rather hilarious, really, for someone like him, with the reputation of a rebel without a cause, to grimace at the sight of blood. But Draco didn't think it was an appropriate moment to find anything amusing. He bit back his lower lip and gaped helplessly at his wound.

"I don't care but we are obviously lost and I don't fancy having to drag your body around like a bait for any lurking blood-sucking banshees, if you die from blood loss."

"Oh don't flatter yourself. Be honoured to have the privilege of coming near my body if I ever do die before you." Draco smirked, his usual venom evident despite the excruciating pain that was threatening his coherence.

"What happened?" Harry chose to ignore Draco and his childish insults. He really didn't want Draco to die in the middle of the jungle and have Lucius after his neck for killing his precious son.

"Snake."

Harry burst out laughing.

"Yes, gloat. Please do. Sodding git." Draco glared at Harry, ego slightly bruised.

"Sorry, sorry, unintentional outburst." Harry choked down another bubble of giggles. "It's just a tad too ironic for the star of the Slytherins to be bitten by a snake." He chuckled softly but the death rays from Draco made him stop. Shouldn't push his luck. Two dead bodies in a jungle ain't that funny after all. He smiled as apologetically as he could manage without sniggering again. "Let me have a look."

"Right. So you can laugh at it some more? I'm injured, Potter, not insane."

"Ok then, feel free to bleed to death, Malfoy." Harry shrugged nonchalantly and proceeded to whistle an overly cheerful tune.

Draco looked down at his gaping wound and the endless flow of blood. He shut his eyes tight in defeat. With a look of ultimate distress, he shifted his wounded leg slowly towards Harry. This had got to be a nightmare.

Grinning triumphantly, Harry hovered his wand above Draco's inner tight and whispered, "Patesco venenum!"

Draco looked on suspiciously; ready to punch the living daylights out of Harry if he dares try anything remotely funny. Harry's wand started to vibrate and glowed in a ghastly grey light.

"Uh oh." Harry inspected his wand, frowning at the colour.

"Uh oh what, twit?" Draco was near to passing out from all that blood loss and that worried look on Harry's face wasn't helping.

"The bite is poisonous. If it weren't, my wand would glow white. The greyer it glows, the more poisonous the bite is. Look at it, you ungrateful bastard." Harry shoved his wand in front of Draco's face.

"Yes. Thank you. For telling me that I'm fatally poisoned." Draco was running short of patience and rapidly gaining pallor.

"Take off your pants." Harry commanded.

"What?! Which part of 'I'm not insane' did you fail to comprehend?"

"Take it off before I change my mind. I have to suck out the poison or you will die."

"All the more for you to do a happy troll dance for." Draco tried to move away from Harry but the pain was proving to be too much for him to take. Not to mention the blood that was tainting the grass a lovely crimson shade, contrasting nicely with the deathly white shade of his own face.

"I never wanted you to die," Harry stated, as if pointing out the obvious. But the flicker of shock that showed on Draco's face made him add, "By a snake bite. I don't want you to die because of a snake. If you had to die, I'll have the honour of wringing your skinny matchstick neck. Now quit whining and take off your pants."

Draco fiddled with his belt nervously. After what seemed like a century, he finally undid his zipper and slid his pants down to just above where the wound is. Biting down hard on his lips, he tore the material away from his wound in one swift motion, panting in pain.

"Are you serious about sucking me? I mean, my leg, the wound, uh, the poison," Draco stammered uncharacteristically, much to the amusement of Harry.

"Well yeah, unless you've got some outstanding acrobatic flexibility, bend over and do it yourself." Harry was already starting to regret this. Imagine Ron's reaction if this ever gets spread around Hogwarts.

"Don't you know any healing spell, oh great king of the White Arts?" Being caught with his pants down in front of Harry was bad enough but being caught with Harry between his knees was even more...exciting. Draco's eyes widen at that unwelcomed thought and shook his head to expel that deluded thought from his mind. The poison must be affecting his sanity.

"The last time I tried a healing spell on a bug, I ended up making its head disappear and Hagrid was so upset he had a grand funeral proceeding held for it. But if you want me to try that on you, I'm more than happy to."

"Uh thanks, but no thanks."

"Well then, in that case, uh, please, uh, make room for me between your legs." Harry positioned himself gawkily between Draco's knees and lowered his face to the bloody bite wound. "And stop squirming." Hesitantly, he his lips gently on the creamy smooth skin of Draco's invitingly pale inner thigh...

"Desino somnium!"

The dream vanished.

"Hey!" Harry wasn't the least pleased at being so rudely shoved out of Draco's dream orb, which dissipated with a disappointing pop.

"What?"

"Why did you stop?!"

"Because I can."

Draco folded his arms firmly and settled himself back against the crate of Cockroach Clusters, determined not to say anything more.

"The dream didn't end there, did it?"

Harry grinned at his stubbornly silent companion who was starting to signs of serious sulkage. Harry himself couldn't really understand why he couldn't stop grinning. His once rival just showed him a potentially raunchy dream starring the both of them and all he wanted to do at the moment is beam to his heart's content. Definitely against all laws of logic. But his world pretty much stopped making sense since the day he found a friend in Draco.

Might as well embrace the insanity while it lasted.

"Why are you pouting, Draco? I didn't force you to show me your dream."

"I don't know why I showed it to you. And I'm not pouting." Draco pouted.

"Why did you show it to me then?" Harry grinned.

"I just said I don't know. Now leave me alone." Definitely pouting.

"Yes you do and no I won't." Still grinning.

"You are truly the most annoying leech I'll ever know." Draco sighed. "I wasn't lying. I don't know what possessed me to show you that dream." He distracted himself by attempting to nick a Fizzing Whizbee out of a crate next to him. "Closure, perhaps."

"Closure?" Harry asked and slapped at Draco's hand playfully to prevent him from committing thievery in Honeydukes.

"Yeah. I've dreamt of you before but this one unnerved me. It wouldn't go away. And I thought, maybe, if I showed it to you, I'd get over it. One way or another." Draco successfully cracked open the crack and grabbed a handful of the massive levitating sherbet balls. "But obviously, it wasn't a very well thought out plan, was it?"

"Well, it was entertaining to say the least."

"Gee, thanks. I feel much better already. Want one?" Draco rolled his eyes and offered some of his stolen sweets to Harry, who refused with bemused exasperation. "Fine, more for me." He shrugged and popped one of the acidic goodness into his mouth.

"Were you born sarcastic? Even in your sleep, geez. You're even more sarcastic in your own dreams," Harry paused, not entirely sure if the night was ready for another startling revelation. He felt the unsettling tension between them but before he knew it, the secret was out, "than mine."

"You dream about me?" It was Draco's turn to grin.

"Yeah." A breathless admittance. "I dream of you." Harry was finding it hard to think straight. The tension was quickly changing into an unknown force, drawing them nearer to a truth neither of them were quite ready to believe.

"Show me."

So he kissed him.

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