Draco wandered the eerie halls late at night. Scanning the long corridors for others in case he'd have to make a quick escape. It was past curfew, of course. He'd woken up from a dream with strange desire bubbling inside of him, and he immediately hurried out of his quarters in search of the solace he quite often found inside the Room of Requirement.
Once he arrived, however, he felt odd. Like being alone in the room again was wrong. The dream he had was haunting him in this way, that was the only explanation. He stiffened as a book slid off the table next to him, and he suddenly became very aware of how quiet it was. He came here for comfort, not uneasiness.
He thought back to the dream he'd been so desperately trying to forget, yet suddenly it was all so vivid, so tangible, so real. The slick skin, the hot mouths, the labored breaths. The sounds were filling up his mind, and in turn the Room. His clothes were suddenly suffocating him, the heat so stifling he ripped his coat off and thrust himself into the nearest chair. The Room spinning around him as he tried to regain his senses.
Why was this happening to him. The last person he'd want to be with, in life or in dreams. Why was he invading the most personal recesses of his mind, especially in such a private way. "Bloody Potter. Can't have one night without you bothering me," he spat to the floor. His hands shook in rage as he gripped the arms of the chair.
Suddenly, Draco heard someone entering the room. He jumped up as the swift footsteps headed his direction. He blinked as the one he despised the most suddenly rounded the corner, huffing with his wand in hand. "Draco.." Harry said, his breathing fast paced. Draco sneered at him, turning around and gathering his wand and coat. "Goodnight, Potter." Draco mumbled as he moved to go past him. Harry grabbed his arm and held him back. "Draco I need to talk to you." Draco snatched his arm back and leered at him. "I don't want to talk to you, Potter." Harry looked taken aback, and he lowered his gaze to the floor. "I had a dream about you, and I had a feeling you'd be in here," He smiled up at him. Draco's features softened a little, and he looked away, "I had a dream too."
Harry sat Draco down on a couch and stayed in silence with him for a while until he felt ready to talk. They both explained their dreams to each other, albeit Draco was rather embarrassed. Harry couldn't help but laugh, and Draco pushed him. Harry's eyes softened and he placed his hand on top of Draco's. He looked up suddenly and his face was lightly flushed. Harry gently placed his other hand on Draco's heated cheek, and leaned forward, placing a small kiss on his lips. Draco froze, still not used to the new relationship that had been going on secretly between the two boys. Harry smiled against Draco's mouth and whispered quietly, "I love you."