The castle sat on a wide green plain; at first glance it appeared foreboding, but only to those who didn't know the secrets it kept inside. Hundreds of students went busily about their lives inside it, learning the art of ancient magic. All different kinds of magic. Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, Divination. But there was one kind of magic that five students were going to learn a lot more about. The magic of two hearts colliding.

Harry Potter was on a mission. A mission of lurve.

Starting Location: Gryffindor Common room

Ending location: Draco's smooth toned ass.

Harry crept quietly out of the common room, clad only in his heart covered boxers and some school robes. Checking to make sure Ron was still asleep in his bed (he knew how Ron would take his rendezvous) he sidled up to the portrait, slipping out into the castle.

Once he had determined that no one was around, he began heading down the endless flights that would take him to the place that he felt he most belonged: Draco's strong arms, in his soft bed. Harry had never realized that he could feel that happy: not even when he had first stepped into the wizarding world had he felt such complete belonging as he did when he lay with Draco. Just lying there without words, he was endlessly fascinated by everything about the other boy.

Meanwhile, Draco slept quietly in his room, unaware of certain plans made that night.

He was dreaming; dreaming of a world where Harry was safe. Where Draco's own father didn't want to kill the man he loved. A place where his father would happily accept his and Harry's love, instead of trying to squash it in the most vicious way, with death, as Draco knew he would now. He sighed and rolled fitfully in his bed. He would give his entire fortune- the manor, the wealth, the respect -- just to be able to live in that world. Now Draco's mind (being that of a teenage boy) started thinking other thoughts. Very pleasant thoughts indeed.

Blaise suddenly awoke in his four poster bed. First, he checked to make sure he was in his own bed, and wouldn't have to dodge any teachers to get back to his own dorm in the morning. Then, he paid full attention to what had awakened him

"Draco? S…Sat you mate? Are you aroight?"

"Mmmmm…yes Harry, to the right"

"WHA? IS HE HERE AGAIN? CAN'T I GET ONE BLOODY NIGHT OF SLEEP WITHOUT YOU TWO WAKING ME UP?"

Draco awoke suddenly, launched out of his fantasy

"Mmmm…wha? Oh…sorry Blaise. Just a dream"

"God Draco…d'your dreams always resemble the Discovery Channel?"

"Like you're one to talk…every night 'Why…WHY don't you love me, Ron?'"

Blaise's handsome face paled, and slight sobbing noises came from his throat.

Seeing his reaction, Draco climbed over to his bed, reaching out an arm to pull him close.

"Sorry. I know that's a bit of a sensitive subject"

Blaise leaned into him, sobbing quietly on his shoulder

"It's just…I know he doesn't feel that way about me. But I wish so bad I could change it. Wh…when you think about it, we're perfect for each other. He's tall and lanky, I'm short and stocky. He's just so tall, such long limbs…I just want to climb him, like a tree. And just imagine…what if the rest of him's that long, Draco? God…I just…I just don't know Draco."

"I know. It's OK Blaise. It's gonna be alright. I mean, how can he not love you? You're handsome, caring, funny--"

"-AND A SLYTHERIN! AND-- and…and not a girl. That's why he can't love me. It's not like he's been keeping some big secret from everyone, Draco. He just doesn't think that way about guys."

Ron awoke from his dream, covered in sweat and clutching a twisted sheet. Fuck. He'd been having those dreams again. Oh shit. Why? Why did he keep having them? He knew he wasn't gay. He couldn't be. After all, he liked Hermione. Right? A little voice in his head kept telling him that it was completely illogical. That they would never work out. And, deep in his subconscious, he knew it wouldn't. That's why he was safe. Because it would never work out, and he would always be safe. Safe from people knowing what he really thought about late at night. He didn't want to hold a small delicate frame close to his. He wanted something strong, something he could anchor himself to. He wanted someone who would stop the vicious rumors about his family. About their money. About him. He wanted a strong, deep voice to tell him that everything would be alright.

Hermione slept peacefully. Boys were so funny. Harry and Draco walking in every morning, lips swollen, hair rumpled, pretending to loathe each other. God, it was a good thing all the boys in Hogwarts were so dim. Otherwise, she couldn't bear to think of Harry, with even more stress piled on top of him. Of course, all the girls knew. But the girls were far less likely to condemn them, finding their love romantic, adorable, and just a little bit sexy. And Ron. Who did he honestly think he was fooling? Of course she knew that he was gay. For Chrissakes, Lavender had thrown herself on him every day for practically 5 months, and she was supposed to believe that a straight teenage boy wanted to avoid her? Besides, they both played Quidditch, a sport that consisted of straddling something while playing with various balls.