Authors notes and Disclaimer:

Disclaimer: Harry Potter Characters and all things associated with the book series, are all from the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling and in no way what so ever belong to me. I asked for them for Christmas. I didn't get them though. Sobs.

A/N: 01/25/05 New story! (Original story for Alexie!) This is the original story I wrote out for Alexie but found myself altering it far to much. Sorry! BUT, here we are.

A/N: 02/21/05 Sorry, I found myself working more on Photoshopping character pictures and working on Lost Earths Angel rather then this one.

A/N: 03/28/05 I tried to fix the formatting problem but it's still arguing with me. Sorry!

Dreamers Lay Crying

Sweat and tears dripped down from Harry Potters' forehead and eyes, down his cheeks as he clutched at the bangs above his scar and slowly opened his eyes. For some odd reason he couldn't remember anything of the dream that had awoken him. The dream was something to do with Lucius and Draco Malfoy, and some conversation where he actually feels bad for the Malfoy brat. Of course, Harry didn't know why, or even why he cared, or why it bothered him so much, but he did know it was way to early on a Saturday morning to be this awake. Also, he didn't want Ron to find him crying, next thing the teenage Boy-Who-Lived would know was that he'd be in the headmasters office. It was his Sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Harry Potter was Sixteen years old, to top is all off, he was the center of a war. Well, he was one of the key players in the war that was coming. It wasn't his fault that the Dark Lord marked him, or that his parents had to die because of it, or that people around him seemed to die also, or get hurt far to often because of it. With a heaved sigh, the infamous Boy-Who-Lived, and wished he hadn't, pushed himself out of bed as quietly as he could and gathered his shower items. Normally he would wake Ron up and they would go together, but Harry felt the need to be alone this early, dark morning. So with a towel swung over his shoulder and a pile of clothes in his arms he slipped out of the dormitory and into the dank hall that lead down to the Gryffindor common room. In the moonlight, he looked like a pure pale ghost prince, from head down to his waist he wore nothing but skin, lithe seeker muscles seeming bigger and more ripped with the shadows casting across them. His dark hair was as usual messy and pajama bottoms were loose and riding low on his flat stomach, showing the slightest trail of dark hair from his belly button to somewhere still hidden in his pants. Harry Potter was no longer the small 11-year-old weakling that first appeared at Hogwarts five years previous. Many hadn't missed this fact, including his friends, and even begrudgingly, his enemies, but only under their breath, of course. After many twists and turns Harry finally came to the door of the Fifth year and up boys common laboratory, that unfortunately included all houses, but Harry was up earlier then anyone else, so the bathroom was empty. Walking to the very back of the wide shower room he studied the place. On each high wall there were the crests of all houses and the Hogwarts crest and below them were shower heads that lined the walls. There were no walls between each, just four walls and maybe fifty shower heads with a line of benches in the middle of the room to place things so as not to get them wet, (of course a protective bubble was suggested just in case). Harry set his things down on a bench and stripped off his pants, wearing nothing under them, and walking naked to the shower head and looking at it, like all of Hogwarts bathrooms there were many choices of knobs, but none of them labeled. Harry, of course, already knew which to use though, he turned two knobs and warm, vanilla smelling water rained down on him.

"Hhmmm. . "

He smiled under the hot stream of water, eyes shut, he turned another knob after moving his head away and soapy water foamed down over his body, he stood there and scrubbed himself down, not missing anything. It was rumored he was one of the two cleanest boys in Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy being the first of course. Harry growled in his own head for the thought of the Malfoy heir, for some reason the very image of him making the-boy-who-lived's loins burn and he was starting to become aroused. Without being able to help his hormones any other way the dark haired angel ministered to himself, bracing one hand on the wall in front of him, and when he finished hissed out weakly.

"Damn you Draco. . "

Suddenly there was a noise behind him and Harry spun around to face the entrance way of the showers to see a pale form leaning against a wall, something close to his usual scowl but not quite it on his lips. He smirked.

"What was that, Potter?"

Harry stood there stunned for a moment, then glared and turned around, ignoring the Ice Prince. He heard Malfoy huff and walk nearer.

"I asked what you said, Scar head!"

Harry turned off his water and turned walking to his pile of things and grabbing his towel, silently drying himself off. Draco used a different approach.

"I was hoping to get a nice quiet shower, looks like that's out of the question. I should talk to my Father abo. . "

He was cut off as Harry yanked his jeans on, towel hanging off his shoulders.

"Shut it Ferret boy, I was hoping for a nice quiet shower also. Then you showed up. ."

"If you didn't want me here, why did you moan my name out?"

Harry froze and Draco started to undress, smirking to himself. Harry stayed quiet as he pulled on his socks and shoes, still wearing no shirt, he sat there cleaning his glasses with the edge of his towel.

After awhile Harry heard a noise and looked up to see Draco leaning over to pick something up his smooth pale backside in clear view. Harry turned red and scrubbed harder at his glasses. Once again, a noise drew Harrys attention to Draco, who now stood there with his eyes closed, one hand wrapped around his arousal. Harry gaped and stared momentarily mesmerized by the sight before him, Dracos hair was down and wetly clinging to the side of his face, just below his closed eyes, his body was more slender then Harrys, but still held the lithe muscles of a seeker. He looked so perfect, nearly god like standing there Harry didn't know he was caught starring till a noise made Harrys' scared eyes flash up to Dracos face and catch the deep whirling emotions in them. Without a word Harry jumped up grabbing his things and bolted from the showers, running past Dracos shower area and out of the bathroom. He only stopped long enough to duck behind the tapestry that hid the short cut to Griffindor tower and stop to pull a tee shirt on over his still wet torso, bundling his wet towel and pajama bottoms and running full tilt. He muttered the password to the Pink Lady and ran through, making enough noise that there was a surprised "thunk" noise and two disheveled heads popped up behind a couch, one was Ginnys', but the other ducked back down to fast for him to notice. Harry moved right through and up into the dorm room where his room mates were still asleep and threw himself onto his bed, trying to forget what had just happened.

A/N: Next chapter already under construction! R&R!

New a/n 01-14-07: I'm re formatting all these before I post my next chapter up. Trying to make them fit right.