Tomorrow Is My Due Date

Your dreams, my sorrows

Well, new story.

This time I was somewhat depressed in the car and came back from the schools registered song is playing, I had a dream that came like remembering that time and that combination of things inspired this drabble, I hope like it.

Disclaimer: the characters, except the plot belongs to JK Rowling, I do not get any financial compensation from this, I just do it with intent to amuse, entertain and venting.

Warning: this story is slash type, ie relationships boy / boy, if this bothers you or offends you I recommend you not read, this is my opinióny not intend to impose on someone else .

not know what happened, it was months, even years, I thought you passed, leave the school where I met you, I am detached from everything I remind you, I believe that the only thing I kept that was past my house, you're the one that marks a before and after, before Draco, after Draco, you're something like a Christ for me, I became my religion, everything to me from beginning to end, I had nothing to believe you were not you, but something strange happened and my little fairy tale ended, I said goodbye without reason and broke my shell , n.

Ours was intense, in every way, from the physical, although I can not forget your touch and your kisses to whose memory haunts me Today, for me even the sentimental aspect is the greatest thing I've been aware until today, if yours was true every time I am more in doubt.

I love you and hate, a strange fusion of two opposing feelings, something Areco us two completely different people in all comparable points possible merged into one, encajábamos unusually well, like this I feel.

Just when you think, but forgotten, at least beyond, appear, where less thought more likely to find but where was to find whether think carefully, dreams, the subconscious is dangerous ground, is something that I never again forget, your dream of marrying a woman with blood as pure as yours, ask her to marry with all the world control, slip a ring on his finger, kissing her delicate hands, his lips thin and soft, that dream for you is the most beautiful thing you could ever desire is the worst of my nightmares.

That dream, this nightmare, I have been martyred in recent weeks, during the afternoon, Hermione, with an unusual lack of tact, you mentioned, some strange reform on families of former Death Eaters, I mention your name ... and that triggered everything, the less terrible nightmare that anyone other than I may have, but for me it's a personal hell, taken from the most remote and obscure my mind, my soul corazóny .

looked like a normal party in a mansion either, with people either, I knew you were there, one could say that he perceived me aware, but my ego Sleep not, pass in front of you on several occasions, but did not see you until a person walking on my arm I point out, when you make out our eyes connected, you came, smiled openly talk, can not remember exactly, as often happens with dreams, I only know it was something about us together, I knew it was as momentous as in the Muggle world would you told me you had found a cure for AIDS, then I see you from my side, approaching an unknown woman very beautiful, I kiss your hand, responds with a radiant smile, start to guide her rumo the center of the room and announced their engagement, the silly smile and excited I had painted my face is cleared to become a face combination of disbelief, sadness indignacióny I do not know what to do, just want to mourn, just at that moment awake and sobbing softly against damp cloth my pillow, which tells me that I have a lot of time crying.

Something deep inside me tells me that my nightmare will become reality.

The direction of your dreams, my nightmares matches *.

Endnotes :

* The song is called The direction of your dreams sings Enrique Bunbury Nacho Vegas together on the album they did together, if Algueña want to hear you can do here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U67a7a8xZ0k
After my frustrations off my chest and let embodied here just ask them comment, if only to tell me it's horrible, no matter, it's always good to know there is someone there.
A kiss and thanks for reading