Somnambulatory Desires

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter: it belongs to J.K. Rowling, no matter how hard I try to make it ALL MINE! *evil laugh* (Just kidding!!!)

(In case you're wondering, somnambulatory means sleepwalking. XD)

~Harry's POV~

I hear the chiming of the clock tower as I turn my head to gaze at the time from outside my window. It's already midnight. I guess studying for DADA always bores me to sleep. I mean, seriously, I study this in real life, so why do I need the book smarts! Next thing I know, I feel my head quickly droop onto my book and the lights fade out from view.

~All-seeing POV~

About an hour later, Harry slowly starts to get up and sleepwalk around the school. He knows the entire Hogwarts campus so well that he does not need to be awake to travel the length of the entire school.

~Draco's POV~

In my Head Boy dormitory, I hear my door creak open eerily, like someone was trying to sneak in. I rise up, put on my slippers, and walk a little bit too feminine like to the door, with a slight sway in my hips. Don't ask why I walk that way. Thanks, Mother, you scarred me for life, teaching me how to walk! The ladies love my feminine walk… NOT! I get more guys than girls! It's fine, getting all this attention, but I'm tired of Longbottom hitting on me, seriously, but that's beside the point. Dang my over thinking brain. Next thing I know, I'm pinned down on the cold, marble flooring with my right cheek chilling on the smooth surface, with my platinum blonde hair ruffling slightly in the touch of another. On the upper edge of my left thigh, I felt something that I recognized as a boner. Oh, Jesus. This is one of the last things I want to feel first thing at 1:00 in the morning.

I hear a sort of familiar voice speak, "Draco Malfoy, I hate to see you like this, but there's something I really need to tell you, and no matter how hard you try, you're staying put. I love you." The mysterious man releases me from his grasp and pulls his leg over me to let me go. I slowly regain my ability to get up and turn to see who just confessed his love for me, and I smell the faint odor of the most indulgent smell I've ever smelled. I turn my body to see my admirer, who I am shocked to find out is the one and only Boy Who Lived: Harry Potter.

"Hello there, Potter. Or should I say… Lover?"

"What the hell do you think you- Lover?"

"Yes. All these years, I put on a mask to hide the game I was playing with you."

"You- Were- Playing a game with me?"

"I will say this only one, so pay close attention. I love you, too, Harry James Potter."

I slowly walk up to Harry, wrap my arm around him, and gently caress his tender, soft cheek. Savoring the moment, I gently place my lips against his soft, full ones in a tender and loving kiss. I feel his lips move against mine, and it feels so right, so perfect. I feel that this is just the beginning of a long night… I carefully lift him onto my- No. Our bed.