From My Dream

You were running away as Death Eaters tried to catch you. Harry said he spotted a specific platinum-blonde, sharp face teen, Draco. Harry informed you that Draco had been demanding Death Eaters to attempt kidnap you before the Golden Trio went to Hogsmeade for the Yule Ball.

You were unsure why he wanted to kidnap you. You were his Potions rival since first year in Hogwarts, four years… (You’re in Fourth Year). He hated you. He despised you. He would bully you. He’d taunt you. He’d tease you. He was insufferable and you were insufferable to him. Yet, he seemed to be intrigued by your interests and personality.

As you ran, you teleported to Diagon Alley, with a charm, entering a magical taxi. Surprisingly, Cedric was driving for some galleons, sickles and pounds. You reluctantly let him drive you away from the Death Eaters.

You and Cedric began to talk, until you woke up, sitting up instantly. It was a dream.. your heart raced. You looked around, this wasn’t your room. It was Draco’s. You noticed a certain platinum-blonde, laid beside you peacefully, his chest raising softly. You were both half-nude. You must’ve hooked up with him.

Once you remembered, you were at a party when Harry won his first round for the Triwizard Cup. You were wasted, following someone into their dorm, and you blacked out, you must’ve forgotten what happened since. You heard someone’s groggy voice, you looked at Draco, he opened his eyes slowly, half-lidded, looking up at you.

“Love?” Draco called, stirring to get more comfortable. Draco wrapped his arms around you, giving you a kiss on the forehead.