Hey everyone. This story was brought to you by Quidditch Training Camp, The Brands War II, and The Insane Prompt Challenge on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For Quidditch Training Camp I wrote for the prompt of Crunches and the task was to use the trope Sharing a bed. For The Brands War II I wrote for the Marvel character of Nakia using the prompts Trope lost love, word sincere, genre romance, Pairing Theo/? (the question mark is Harry), character Tracey Davis, and object scarf. For the Insane Prompt Challenge I wrote for the title prompt of The Secret of Dreams. Warning for mentions of sexual orientation. Word Count without Author's Note is 1,563. I hope you all enjoy the first chapter of The Secret of Dreams.

Harry Potter was tired when he finally reached the room that he'd been assigned by the front desk of the hotel that he'd pulled into for the night that he wasn't ready for what was to come next. He reached for the door knob finding it unlocked which should have told him something was wrong right there. But he was to tired to pay attention. Pushing the door open he didn't bother turning on the light. He quickly changed into his night clothes and hoped into bed.

A male voice mumbled sleepily next to Harry. What was mumbled sounded like another male name and the voice sounded rather suggestive it continued to mumble on incoherently.

Harry felt the other man in the bed pull him closer to him, spooning Harry while wrapping his legs around Harry's own. That is until Harry felt something poking him in the middle of his back. Yanking out of the hold he was in Harry jumped out of the bed and flipped the light on effectively waking the other man up. The man looked familiar to Harry like he'd seen him somewhere before.

"How did you get in my room?" the blonde haired blue eyed man, who Harry now recognized as Theodore Nott, asked as he pulled the blankets to cover his lap. "The door was locked. Wasn't it?"

Harry shook his head. "Plus they gave this room to me," Harry pointed out.

"I'm pretty sure they can't do that," Theo mumbled getting up. "Let's check and see if you've got the right room." He pulled on a part of sweatpants next to the bed. Taking the key out of Harry's hand and walking to the door. Stepping into the hallway he closed the door making sure it locked. Then he used the card, not that he understood how a simple Muggle card open a door, and the door opened.

"I'm sorry about this but I guess we should go and get this straightened out at the front desk," Harry suggested wondering why he wasn't bothered by how being held by the other man felt.

Theo nodded. "I guess," he said. "Not that I mind sharing the room or anything."

A faint blush colored Harry's face as he thought through the options at hand. He could make them both walk back down to the front desk and have Tracey Davis, as the name on the woman's badge had called her, sort things out. Or he could keep the room and stay with this man, who'd made Harry's and his friends lives miserable during their school year, who was staring intently at him waiting for an answer.

"So," Theo sighed wondering if he was just tired or if he actually just wanted to get Potter back into bed with him, "what do you say, Potter? Are you staying or going?"

A part of Harry wanted to go but the bigger part of him, one that was screaming for to him to stop being an idiot and crawl back into bed with Theo, really wanted to stay. "I don't kn..."

"I guess I can't blame you. My friends and I did make you and yours lives miserable during our school years to which I have to say that I'm actually sorry about that. I didn't ever consider it from your side until those very friends turned on me when I..." He didn't want to share to much of personal life with Harry just in case that made the other boy want to up and run. Something attracted him to the dark haired man but then again that was his type wasn't it.

"When you what?" Harry asked then realizing he sounded rather intrusive added, "That is if you don't mind my asking about it. If you do just tell me to mind my own business."

"No," Theo mumbled as he shuffled his feet nervously, "it's just I know the subject I'm about to bring up makes some people rather uncomfortable. That's all."

Harry studied the nervous man's action. "I'm not one judge someone," Harry threw out as a way to take some of the nervous energy away from the other man. "It's not what I do."

"They turned on me and ex when we both came out of the closet." The blue eyes searched the green ones for a sign that a. Harry wanted to run or b. Harry was alright with it or c. he was of the same thought process and was looking for a hook up or d. all of the above. Not finding the answer Theo barged on. "As I just told you thought I'm just coming off of a bad break up so..."

"It's alright," Harry told Theo not wanting to get to personal at this time of night. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want. Why don't we talk more in the morning?"

Theo sighed thinking he'd just ruined everything for himself. Not that he'd ever admit to anyone in Slytherin, now or back in their school years, but he'd always found himself somewhat attracted to Harry Potter. In fact most of the times he'd gone for dark haired guys like Blaise, his ex-boyfriend, because they looked somewhat like Harry if you didn't look into their eyes. "I guess you're right," he said fidgeting slightly and biting his lip nervously. "You don't mind sharing the bed. Do you?"

Remembering the pressure against the small of his back as Theo had spooned him earlier Harry's face turned a faint pink color again. He wouldn't say it out loud but he'd rather enjoyed the thought of something intimate happening with this man. Licking his suddenly dry lips Harry shook his head. "I don't mind at all. That is if you don't?"

"I don't in the slightest." It was Theo's turn to turn a slight shade of pink because of the incident earlier. He hadn't meant to get so turned on by his dreams of the other occupant of the room. "I guess we should get to bed then." Theo pulled his sweatpants off so he was only in his boxers again. Walking over to the right side of the queen size bed he jumped in pulling the covers over him. "Good night, Harry," he mumbled as he settled into bed.

"Good night, Theo," Harry said as he too settled into bed on the left side. "I look forward to talking to you more tomorrow." He was startled by how sincere he'd sounded just saying those few words.

Blinding light fell through the blinds in the room waking Harry up quite effectively. The feel of arms around his waist made him wonder what he'd gotten into last night. He didn't remember bringing anyone back to hotel room last night. Hell he didn't even have a hotel room until last night. So...Then he felt a slight pressure at the small of his back. Eyes opening widely he remembered what had happened last night. Pulling into the hotel. Being given the key to a room and going up the door. Opening the door without having to use the key and finding out that someone already had the room.

"Good morning," Theo's husky voice sounded in Harry's ear.

Harry turned to see the blue eyes darken slightly and wondered what he'd gotten himself into last night. "We didn't do any..."

"No. We didn't." Theo pulled away sitting on his side of the bed with a sigh. "I...I just..."

Harry felt a tad bit disappointed at the loss of Theo's touch and the ability to look into those dark blue eyes. He watched the other man as Harry stood up to get dressed for the day. After all this was his vacation he wanted to see the sights of Ireland as much as he could. Maybe he'd invite Theo and try to get to know the man better. See if maybe he felt something about the other man.

"Do you...I don't know...maybe want to go sight seeing with me today?" Harry asked nervously. "It's alright if you don't want to. I just figured I'd ask." He rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous manner. "Maybe we could get to know each other outside of our Hogwarts personas."

"I'd like that," Theo told him.

It didn't take long for the two of them to get fully dressed and be heading towards the door. Theo caught up the scarf Harry'd discarded on the floor the night before and held it out to him.

"You might want to take this with you," he told Harry. "It's pretty cold out there on an early morning like this."

As their hands touched for the first time Harry felt a zing go through him. Maybe Theo was his zing and they were meant to meet here. Maybe this was the start of something beautiful. That was yet to be seen but Harry was hopeful. Always hopeful.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of The Secret of Dreams.