The Power You Have

Part One

Draco stormed through the dungeons, ignoring the ow's and grunts of his fellow students. He moved swiftly and quickly, avoiding eye contact with anyone who dare question his demeanour. Draco climbed the staircase towards his room, and slammed the door shut, shaking the paintings on his wall.

"Mind you, be careful of us!" A painted man sharply retorted.

"Oh will you shut it!" Draco screamed, his veins and skin pulsing with anger. Draco began pacing the room in a violent manner, punching the wall now and then. How could I be so stupid? Goddamn mind, goddam heart! He stops pacing and rests his head in the crook of his arm, against the wall. It's hopeless. Light tears began to fall. Even though he could live in denial his entire life, he would have to live each day in misery knowing that he was in love...

With Harry Potter.

Realization hit him like a truck. Sending shock waves through his brain, stabbing his heart and sole. "I'm in love with Harry Potter..." Draco repeated again and again. He was in potions class when reality faced him. He couldn't stop looking at him, admiring his sharp jawline, wondering what it might feel like against his tongue. 

Moments later Draco flopped on his bed, breaking into violent sobbs. His silk-slytherin-green sheets soaking with painstaking tears. For sometime now, Draco had been developing a crush on Harry, that much he had understood. Ever since Potter rejected his friendship in first year, Draco had made it his sole purpose in life to make Harry's a living hell. But now, more frequently than ever, he had sought out Harry throughout the castle just to start some stupid dispute between the two. Images of Harry's face ran through his head, dreams of them together tortured Draco in his sleep. Draco's mind couldn't escape Harry's clutches, he was so drawn towards him. So much so, that it drove him crazy.

It was clear as day that Draco had feelings, he understood that they were there, but refused to accept them. Until now, he had no choice but to accept what was.

Now exhausted, Draco slept on his bed, white streaks trailing his red and puffy face. It was about 1:30 pm when he fell asleep, he had stormed out of potions. And was promptly missing lunch, explaining Crabbe and Goyle's absence. Once his consciousness shut off, his subconscious began the torture. 

Light cascaded the pitch black around him, revealing the forbidden forest that lay before him. There was a thick layer of fog around him, the light was dim and gloomy. Creaking sounds cut through the air like a knife, sending shattering chills down his spine. He turned to run away, but was faced with blinding pain. He was tethered to a broad tree, needles and spikes keeping him from moving more than an inch. Draco looked over to see his shoulder bleeding, gushing blood. When he turned to run, he must've gotten stabbed by a sharp spike. His shoulder began to throb, pain filling his body, blocking out every sense he had. He felt helpless, hopeless, until Harry appeared. Naked. His body was well built, pale, and strong. Harry had on a cold stare, his eyes trained on Draco's wound. His hand moved towards it, as if to touch it and inflict more pain.

"No! Don't!" Draco screamed, anticipating pain. But none came. Harry pressed his hot palm against his wound, and blissful warmth returned and filled Draco's arm. Draco gave him a confused look,

"Was it you? Did you tie me up to this tree?" Harry didn't speak, he only nodded. To block all further questions from the other boy, Harry brought the blonde's mouth to his. Threading his fingers in light hair. Draco felt Harry's heated touch, against his cold skin. He leaned into the other boy, deepening the kiss. Losing himself in Harry's embrace. Suddenly, the spikes and chains were gone, releasing the blonde from his former hold. Draco's clothes disappeared, the other boy spreading hot-wet kisses down his torso. When Harry was about to go in for another kiss, he stopped all contact with the blonde. Draco, surprised by the pause from action, looked up at Harry in confusion. Smack! Scarface hit him straight across the face, causing Draco to be struck with shock, making him fall into the dirt. Harry looked furious.

"What would ever make you think that I could ever love you back? You fantasize about me in class, stalk me around the halls, you're so pathetic! No one could ever love you! How could you think for one second, the Golden Boy, Hero amongst men, could ever love you? I hate you! Stupid Ferret!" Harry stormed out of the forbidden forest, leaving a fear stricken Draco naked, and in the dirt. Alone.

Draco woke up in a cold sweat, breathing hard and hyperventilating. He shook his head. No. It's just a dream, Harry doesn't hate you... But he doesn't love you either.