Ever since being a young child, Harry has had dreams. Not just normal dreams, prophetic dreams, visions, and dreams that seemed to actually teleport him somewhere else. When Harry dreamt last night of something that would never happen in a million years, he had to stop and think, was that a prophecy? Was that true? Because you can never really know with those dreams. You're probably wondering, what the heck did he dream about? Draco Malfoy. He dreamt about Draco Malfoy. Not unusual, but this one was different. In this dream, he was walking along the hall to Charms class, when a broom closet near him fell open and Malfoy and Hermione fell out, lips swollen and clothes rumpled. Malfoy had missed a button on his shirt and it was hanging lopsided over his skinny frame. There was a hickey on Hermione's neck. Harry could have screamed. He woke up in a cold sweat, cursing whatever god of dreams gave him these things, and prayed to god it wasn't true. However, the very next night, he saw the same thing with Ginny and Luna. What. The. Bloody. Hell. Perhaps this was all just school catching up to him, and the stress of all the projects before O.W.L.s. Perhaps he should take Hermione's advice, and take a break. Go out and hang somewhere for the night and take the stress of school off his shoulders. Even though it was half-past midnight, Harry stumbled out of the Gryffindor common room under the invisibility cloak, and apparated to the muggle world.

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The streets were pretty quiet so late at night. Harry wasn't sure where he was going, he was too young to drink anyways. A bright neon sign glowed in his peripheral vision. "Karaoke Bar". Eh, it was worth a try. He didn't have to drink anything anyways. There was loud music coming from the small store. When he walked in, it was as if he had been engulfed by a wave of noise, and light, and the excitement burst through his skin. Yeah, this will do just fine. The person on stage ended their song with a flourish of their arms and a very theatrical bow. The manager stepped up to the microphone. He said,

"Our next singer is a frequent visitor, those of you who come here often may know him, please welcome our angel on high, Draco Malfoy!" The crowd went wild. Harry would have fainted, had he not been surrounded by people. Draco Malfoy in a muggle karaoke bar? It's impossible. Yet there he was, hair slicked back in place, ripped jeans and a dark green t-shirt. He cleared his throat loudly,

"Thank you John. Yes, many of you who know me, also know that I am a raging homosexual, and proud of it to the core," Harry's jaw dropped. This night was just getting weirder and weirder. Now that he thought about it, he had seen a glimpse of a rainbow pin on the inside of Draco's robes, when they fluttered open. He was proud of his sexuality, but clearly not proud enough to show it to the school. Draco continued once the wild cheers died down,

"So, my next song goes out to a man I could only dream of dating, my dream crush at school, Harry." Now he fainted. He fell back against the wall and leaned there for a moment, catching his breath. He shouldn't have come here. God, now there was more stress on literally EVERYTHING ELSE. The first chords of the song started, but Harry couldn't hear them. He didn't pay attention to any of the song, until he heard the chorus. Draco's voice really was angelic.

I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms.

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song.

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath but you heard it, darling you look perfect tonight.

He was swaying gently on the stage. It seemed that he had the crowd under a spell. Everyone's eyes were closed, just letting the music flow into them. Harry found tears pricking at his eyes. If Malfoy... Draco, really thought of him this way, why had he been so mean in their first years at Hogwarts? And why hadn't he told Harry? It may have been whatever spell Draco had cast with the music, but when the song ended Harry found himself pushing through the crowd to the stage. He ran onto the stage. Draco spotted him. "Shi-" he started to say, but Harry cut him off by pressing his lips against Draco. His eyes went wide, but then he relaxed into the kiss, sliding his arms around Harry's waist. The crowd cheered, some wolf-whistled. Harry found himself surprisingly content where he was. He fit perfectly into Draco's embrace. Time seemed to stop as they kissed, Harry wanted this moment to last forever. Finally, they broke apart, out of breath. Harry looked into Draco's stormy gray eyes. He whispered,

"Why didn't you tell me?" Draco smirked, he replied,

"First if all, you're dating the Weaslette, second, you were obviously not gay," Harry rolled his eyes, "obviously not," he chuckled, Draco shot him a look, "and third, I wasn't brave enough. We aren't all Gryffindors you know." Harry smiled. He said,

"You know, I almost got put into Slytherin," Draco looked shocked,"yeah, that's where the sorting hat wanted me, but I told it I wouldn't go." They laughed. Between frantic giggles, Draco said, "Imagine if you had been a Slytherin. EVERYTHING would have been different." Harry's smile wiped off his face.

"Draco, we're still sitting on this muggle karaoke stage." Draco stopped laughing too.

"Yep." He said very seriously. Harry grinned.

"The password to the Gryffindor common room is boggle-wart." Draco raised his eyebrows. In a very mischievous sounding tone, he said,

"Is that so?"