Fantasies Come True - H/N
Title: Fantasies Come True
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Neville
Rating: PG-13

OK, I don’t like songfics. I don’t read songfics. I don’t write songfics. I doubt that marksy likes songfics, but this is her birthday present, so tough!

I spent the coolest evening in New York with kaalee and marksy - aren’t you all just pea green with envy? Anyway, marksy is even more wonderful than you already think, and she introduced us to the song ‘The Internet is for Porn’ from the soundtrack of ‘Avenue Q’, which she had on her iPod, which is the coolest thing, isn’t it? I have listened to marksy’s iPod!

Anyway, I downloaded the whole cast recording, because it was so good, and I fell in love with the song ‘Fantasies Come True’, which is about two guys, who are long-time room mates, and maybe there is UST going on there, and I just had to use it for marksy’s birthday fic, because I hear the line ‘I love you, Rod’ as ‘I love you, Ron’ every time!! Even though I didn’t make it a Harry/Ron in the end, because I thought I would try w00bing for her!

Thanks, as ever, to rosina_alcona and magicofisis, for keeping my POV straight! OK, straight isn’t the word. For keeping my POV as bent as a nine-bob note!


Fantasies Come True
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NEVILLE : It sure can get lonely at night. Harry, you awake?

HARRY : Ah, is that a unicorn?

NEVILLE : Ugh, he's talking in his sleep again.

HARRY : No, I'll wear the purple shoes. Hh, who painted the kitten?

NEVILLE : Ugh, maybe I should just shake him.

HARRY : I love you, Neville

NEVILLE : What did you say?

HARRY : I love your little laugh

NEVILLE : Harry? Are you awake?

HARRY : Take off your shirt

NEVILLE : Oh Harry! Have you been shy all this time? Have we been... hiding from each other? I wonder...

All those nights
I'd lay in bed
Thoughts of you
Running through my head

HARRY : I know, put my earmuffs on the cookie

NEVILLE : But I never thought
The things in my head
Could really happen
In my bed

HARRY : You look like David Hasselhoff

NEVILLE : All those years
I missed the signs
Couldn't read
Between the lines

Who'd have thought
I would see the day
Where I'd hear you say
What I heard you say

And now I find
What was always in my mind was in your mind too
Who knew? Fantasies come true
And now I see
That what I always dreamed of was meant to be
You and me and you, fantasies come true

NEVILLE : You and me lived in fantasy
But we'll be a reality

It’s late on a Saturday evening, and the others are all out, presumably on dates. I have turned in, feeling like an early night, and Harry is already in bed, sprawled on his back, as usual, with one arm thrown above his head and one fist clenched on his chest.

I hate seeing the tension in that fist; wish that Harry could sleep soundly.

Even Ron can’t wake him from a bad nightmare this year, and you can see that he almost can’t bear to try, scared that it’ll be as dreadful as last year, when his dad had been attacked.

He clumsily shakes Harry awake, not getting too close, in case Harry throws up on him again.

I wish I could be the one with Best Friend rights. I would sit beside him on the bed and stroke the sweaty hair out of his face and gently try to reach him. And I would gather him into my arms and hold him as he shakes and trembles and tries to clear his mind of the awful things he sees.

And his hands would be wound into tight fists, grabbing a double handful of my pyjama jacket and I would stroke his back and his hair until he relaxed.

But, yeah. I’ll never…

“No! Neville!” he suddenly shouts, and I freeze, blinking in amazement.

Harry is dreaming about me? Me?

I slip from my bed and tiptoe over to his, aching to smooth away the frown dipping between his brows.

“Please,” he whispers. “Neville.”

I am trapped there; half of me wishing I was brave enough to touch him, half of me wishing I could flee. Harry’s eyelids flutter and his hand starts travelling down his body and my eyes must be as wide as Galleons. The door bangs open and Harry’s dream breaks and he snuggles down into his pillow with a muffled snort.

I whirl on the spot to see Ron framed in the doorway. He cocks his head in enquiry and I mutter, “Harry, dreaming.”

“Department of Mysteries again?” he asks, crossing over to stand beside me, and my heart sinks into my bed socks.

Of course. The only way Harry would be dreaming about me would be a nightmare about the Department of Mysteries. “No! Neville! Don’t be such an idiot! Don’t break your wand, don’t break your nose! Please, Neville. Don’t drop the Prophecy!”

Ron leans closer and pulls Harry’s covers over him, smelling of Hermione and using his Best Friend privileges and not even realising how lucky he is.

RON : Hermione, that was amazing!

HERMIONE : You're amazing

RON : Heh, I want you to have this. It's a knut I carry around with me for good luck. It's from the year I was born, see? Who knows? Maybe it'll bring you good luck. It did for me. I found you.

I want you to know
The time that we've spent
How great it's been
How much it's meant

HERMIONE : Gosh, I don't know what to say
I'm really glad you feel that way

Cuz I'm afraid
That I like you more
Than I've ever liked
Any guy before

Ron doesn’t realise how lucky he is.

He and Hermione are together now, since Halloween. You should see them. Can’t keep their hands off each other. You should see how he watches her. Seamus pretends to throw up, but I think he’s jealous.

But Ron doesn’t realise how lucky he is. He is closer to Harry than anyone else. And that is what I want. Ridiculous, right?

Right?

But what if that wasn’t a dream about the Department of Mysteries. What if it was, “No! Neville! Don’t stop! Please, Neville. Touch me!”

Right.

I go back to sit on my bed, watching as Ron randomly undresses and looks for his pyjamas and toothbrush. For the longest time he wanders round the room with just his boxers and tie on, whistling under his breath, and I notice how much more confident he looks since he and Hermione became a couple.

And I think of how Gran keeps telling me to be more confident, how my new wand is supposed to make me more confident, and I realise that the thing that would make me hold my head up like Ron does, that would make me wander round in just my boxers, whistling, is for someone to want me. To look at me like Hermione looks at Ron.

Ron finally tracks down his toothbrush and wanders off towards the bathroom, and I am free to look at Harry again. He had buried his head in the pillow when Ron started whistling, wrinkling his nose and muttering something unintelligible.

NEVILLE and HERMIONE : Cuz now, My love
I'm getting what I've always been dreaming of
So are you, Oh Baby
Fantasies come true
And now, I swear that
When you want me I'm gonna be right there
To care
For you

HERMIONE : That's what I'm gonna do

NEVILLE and HERMIONE : And make your fantasies
Come true

NEVILLE : Fantasies come true

The door closes behind Ron and Harry flops back onto his back and kicks his covers off again, his hand curled loosely on his chest this time. For once his face is relaxed.

Harry’s eyelids flicker again, and I can see that he is dreaming, but this seems like a good dream. Harry is smiling slightly, and, as he shifts, his t-shirt parts from his Snitch print boxers and I can see a strip of pale skin between them, a trail of black hairs spiralling down under the waistband of his shorts.

I bite my lip, silently approach Harry’s bed and perch on the end, leaning against the post. I have my cover story; I can tell Ron that Harry had been dreaming again. And if Harry wakes and finds me there? Well, I am supposed to be a Gryffindor, aren’t I?

My fingers are itching to touch him and before I realise what I am doing, I am leaning forward and my hand stretches out and I am running my fingertips across his midriff, feeling the hairs prickle against my fingers.

“Yes,” he murmurs, and my hand freezes, but then he rolls his hips and rubs up against my fingers, and I watch as my hand slides lower and heads towards the Snitch covered bulge in his boxers. “Yes.”

HARRY : Uh, hey Neville, buddy, you're talking in your sleep.

NEVILLE : Oh, I thought you were talking in your sleep...

HARRY : No I just came to bed. Heh, you're dreamin' is all.

NEVILLE : Oh.

HARRY : Sounded like a nice dream, though.

NEVILLE : Yes it was a nice dream.

HARRY : Goodnight!

NEVILLE : Goodnight, Harry.

Harry’s eyes flutter open and I snatch my hand back.

“Neville?” he asks, sleepily.

“Hey, Harry,” I mutter. “You, you were dreaming.”

“Um. Yeah. Actually I was dreaming about you,” he says, still too sleepy to blush at what he was saying.

“An, um, good dream?” I hardly dare hope.

“Yeah,” his sleepy green eyes soften as he beams reminiscently. “Very good.”