Title: Heart's Desire (Still haven't thought of an appropriate title...)

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all of the wizarding world belongs to J.K. Rowling but this fic belongs to me so I can do with it as I want. grins evilly

Summary: There's a "bug" that's spreading through Hogwarts, people fainting left and right. What's Harry going to do when he can't figure out if he's awake or if he's still dreaming? DM/HP.

AN (Authors Note): Yeah, still confusing but bear with me! I promise it gets better. grins So enjoy the laughs while you're waiting for it to all become clear.

Chapter Two: Angels and Potters

"Accio mirror," were the first words Harry uttered, as soon as the events of the previous day came flooding back. He completely ignored the protesting voice of Hermione and Ron's worried face as he grasped the handle of the small hand-held mirror and peered inside. It wasn't a dream, Harry thought, depressed.

"Mione, what's happening to me?" the dread in his voice was clear as crystal.

Hermione promised, "I don't know yet but I'll get to the bottom of this." Knowing Hermione, she'd probably head off to the library and never come out until she got the answers. But, did he want Hermione to find out what was wrong; did he even want to know?

"Yeah, mate. No worries." Ron clapped a hand on his back, though he was completely ignored.

"No, don't! I- I don't think that's a good idea. I'll just ask Professor Dumbledore, he'll know something about this," Harry rapidly rambled out; "I'm rather hungry…" he trailed off, hoping to be able to distract Hermione.

"Me too! Let's head for the Great Hall!" Ron butted in, completely forgetting about everything else when it came to food.

"But--" Hermione was cut off by puppy-dog eyes that practically begged 'please give in!' and so, that's what she did; for now.

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As the trio stepped into the Great Hall, all conversation seemed to cease in favor of staring at Harry Potter, who stood there like a deer caught in headlights. Harry being Harry felt very humiliated and hid somewhat behind Hermione, trying to shield away from all the lust-filled eyes and the love-struck glances adorning almost every single Hogwarts student. And just like that, the Great Hall was once again consumed with noise.

It was only a matter of time before someone would have enough courage to approach him, but he hoped they would at least wait until after he ate. Unfortunately fate doesn't wait for anyone, even the Boy-Who-Lived.

A silky voice came from behind, "Did it hurt?" It definitely belonged to a boy.

Harry didn't notice the loud chatter grow into hissed whispers or the red face of Ron or Hermione with her calculating glare aimed straight at the person standing behind him. Slowly, Harry turned around and was face to face with--

Draco bloody Malfoy.

Completely taken by surprise by this question coming from Malfoy, he just had to ask, "Did what hurt?"

"When you fell from heaven," Malfoy seemed oblivious to everyone's shocked face as he shamelessly flirted with his all-time rival.

Malfoy did not just say the cheesiest line to me. Harry just couldn't keep the amused smile off his face. I mean he can't possibly come up with anything worse.

"Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?"

Spoke too soon. Harry groaned though the blush and the smile on his face was still evident, showing how flattered he actually was.

Malfoy glared at the Gryffindor who was hunched over, laughing so hard that he had tears in his eyes. "And what exactly do you find funny, Weasel?" Malfoy sneered at him. "Because the only thing funny I see is your ugly mug!"

Even insults from the Ferret didn't seem to dissuade his laughter, but instead increased it. Ron wasn't even able to splutter out a single word, and every try seemed to make matters worse.

Harry let out a sigh and rolled his eyes at the giggling form of Ron Weasley, "Malfoy, I need to take Ron to the Infirmary before he suffocates to death, so I'll just see you in class." Without waiting for a reply, he hefted Ron's arm over his shoulder and carried half his weight, and helped him walk to the Infirmary.

"Wait Angel, when will I see you again?" but they were already out the door.

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"I swear Ron; if you don't stop laughing you really will suffocate and die from laughing." And still, laughter was the only response. Fine, if he's going to be like that. "And if you die now, you won't get to tell Hermione how you feel about her."

That got Ron to stop rather abruptly, and made him blush furiously, turning him as red as a tomato. "H-how did y-you k-know?" Ron spluttered out.

"More like, how did I not know," Harry snorted, "practically everyone knows, except for Hermione."

But instead Ron smiled teasingly, something Harry didn't expect at all nor was his response of, "Says the person, who flirted with Draco bloody Malfoy, in front of everyone."

"I DIDN'T FLIRT WITH THAT STUPID GIT!" Harry exploded, "I'm not queer! I'm not…"

"Calm down, mate. I was just messing with you."

"Is that what everyone thinks? That I take it up the arse?"

"Well, maybe they might think that now?" He kindly suggested.

"You're not helping, Ron."

"Umm… it's not like you're actually a girl, are you?" Ron reached over and patted Harry's crotch. "No, it's still there."

"Did you think it'd fall off," Harry rolled his eyes at him, "and I'm the supposed gay one?"

"Think of it this way, girls have loads of fun, they get to wear frilly dresses, um, wear makeup..." he stopped and gained a thoughtful expression. "Yeah, that's all I can think of mate, why don't you ask Hermione what girls do, I'm sure she'll know."

"Who says I want to wear frilly dresses, put on makeup, and wear knickers!"

"I didn't say anything about knickers, Harry."

"Uh… what are you talking about? I didn't say anything about knickers." Harry tried to play it off coolly, but to no prevail.

Laughter glittered in his eyes, "Is there something you're not telling me, mate?"

"Bugger off, Ron"

Silence followed but knowing Ron, he wouldn't stay shut for long.

"Hey Harry, do you remember that conversation we had a few days ago?" Ron asked hesitantly.

Harry shot his friend a strange look as they continued walking, "What conversation?"

"The one where I questioned your masculinity?" Ron cleared his throat embarrassed.

"Oh, that one? What of it?" Harry asked.

Ron fidgeted uncomfortably as he chose his words carefully, "Well, don't you think it's a bit odd that we were talking about your 'manliness' and then the next day you look like --"

"If you say I look like a girl one more time, Ron," Harry warned.

"I'm just saying mate! It seems a bit off!" he glanced around them, "You don't think someone heard us and hexed you, do you?"

Harry laughed off his friend's worry, "You're too paranoid. Why would anyone bother with that?"

"Malfoy would I bet, you can't trust that wanker, Harry."

"Oh? And what if it was you who cursed me? You're the one who accused me of being girly. I think you're more to blame than anyone."

"But, you saw the way he was acting!"

"Yeah, but it's Malfoy we're talking about. Heaven forbid we mere mortals understand a Malfoy."

Ron chuckled, "Who'd want to be immortal, look at what happened to You-Know-Who," he whispered the last part.

"Ron, can't you say 'Voldemort' yet?" Harry smiled.

"Of course I can! Vvolvoldemo--" Ron wheezed out as Harry promptly elbowed him hard in the stomach. "Act sick," Harry whispered in his ear as he pushed open the doors to the Infirmary.

"And what have you gotten yourselves into now?" Madam Pomfrey asked, exasperated.

"Well Ron is feeling a bit under the weather, and we were wondering if he could lie down for a bit." Harry pleaded, nudging an elbow in Ron's stomach causing the other boy to let out a pitiful groan.

"I'm going to do a check up, dear." Madam Pomfrey waved her wand over his body, emitting a soft glow that was a murky shade of orange around his form, and she clucked her tongue disapprovingly. "There's nothing wrong with you, but since you insist upon staying here, I'll just make sure you have a reason to stay here. Furnunculus!"

Ron was suddenly hit with a spell that caused his body to break out in boils. "Ugh!!" Ron said completely disgusted. "Make them go away!"

"Now that you have been afflicted with a hex, you may lay down on one of the beds." Madam Pomfrey ushered him to hurry up.

"Harry, help me!" Ron pleaded but was only answered by laughter as Harry rushed out of the doors.

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"Potter, ten points from Gryffindor for daring to be late to my class!"

"But I had to-"

"Did I ask you why you were late? Five points for your cheek!"

Harry quickly scanned the room to find an empty seat, what he did see quite shocked him. Practically every guy and a few girls tried to shove off the person seated next to them or tried to get the person next to them to sit elsewhere, Harry just lifted an eyebrow at them and his eyes finally caught Hermione's who signaled for him to sit next to her.

"Thanks for saving me a seat," Harry said gratefully as he plopped down in his seat.

"No problem, I'll let you copy my notes that you missed when we get back to the common room."

"You're a lifesaver, Mione." Harry grinned.

"Thirty points from --!" Snape was cut off as the door flung open to reveal Draco Malfoy, who sauntered into the class as though he owned the place. "Headmaster Dumbledore told me about your meeting, you may sit down," Snape said.

"Sir," Malfoy gave a curt nod to show respect and took his seat at the front of the class.

All the Gryffindors bristled but smartly kept their mouths shut. When I come in late its twenty points, but when Malfoy comes in late it's 'I understand, sit'! Harry seethed.

"Now that we are all present, we shall begin," he glared at Harry. Snape's eyes flickered toward the chalkboard where the instructions were written in his neat handwriting. His words were met with silence and he glared some more, "Well, what are you waiting for, an invitation? Get to work!" Snape demanded.

"Hey Herm--" Harry realized that Hermione had already made a bee-line straight to Parkinson's desk. Why's Hermione working with Parkinson? He looked around to find another partner only to see everyone scramble over to their partners. He realized he was practically the only one standing there alone. Seems like I missed the partner pairing, and I'm stuck with…

He looked around the classroom when his eyes landed on Malfoy, who was staring at him with a smirk on his face. This can't be good. Desperately Harry looked for someone else, anyone else who hadn't already been partnered up with someone, and unfortunately it seemed fate loved picking on Harry.

Well, it can't be that bad. Harry chanced a look at his potion's partner, just in time to see him make the come hither gesture with his finger. Reluctantly, he grabbed his belongings and made his way to the front of the classroom where Malfoy stood.

"I made you come with just one finger, imagine what I could do with my whole hand." Malfoy waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

And it never stops! "Malfoy."

"Angel."

"Malfoy, it's not funny. Stop calling me an Angel."

"But what else would I call someone so breathtakingly beautiful."

Harry by this time was blushing furiously, "Malfoy! Is this some kind of sick game of yours, because if it is, it's not funny!"

"The only game I'm playing is the game of Love."

Where does he come up with these corny lines? "Why don't you just bugger off with the Slytherin sluts of yours?"

Before Malfoy could reply, Snape came billowing, snapping at Harry. "Mr. Potter, may I ask why you are not doing the task that I asked?"

No you may not ask! "Hey! Malfoy isn't either!"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for trying to lay the blame on others. Now, why have you not started?"

"Wait!" Malfoy demanded with his eyes bugged out in disbelief. No, no, no. "Potter?"

The potion's master became completely enthralled by the scene, not noticing when Ron slipped in and slinked towards the far corner of the room to his partner, who evidently was looked over earlier when Harry was looking for a possible potion partner.

Snape's dark eyes lit with a strange light, and his lips quirked at the edges. Ron's eyes widened, Was he smiling?

Harry gasped as Malfoy roughly yanked him forward by the scuff of his school robes. "What--?" he froze upon realizing how close their faces now were. Gray eyes bored into green. His eyes widened in panic as Malfoy raised his free hand, and brushed away his bangs to reveal his "famous" scar.

"Bloody hell."

"What? It's not like you've never seen my scar before!" Harry shot back, offended.

"This has nothing to do with your scar and has everything to do with your face."

"Yeah, because having a problem with what I look like is so much better than with my bloody scar!" Sarcasm dripped with every word. He was getting thoroughly annoyed with the comment about his face since he was still very self conscious about it.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Potter. Your pretty face doesn't make up for the rest of you," Malfoy sneered. Though he does have a nice arse, and damn that body! I just want to rip off those clothes and… stop! I did not just think about Ha- Potter. Bugger, now I need a cold shower.

Harry bristled under that comment, "It's not like you're much to look at yourself, Malfoy!"

"How would you know that, unless you've already seen me starkers."

"I haven't, I wouldn't, no…" he stumbled over his words.

"Mm… would you like to take a look?"

"Just leave me alone!" And with that Harry stalked off to the potion's cabinet to collect all the ingredients they needed. When he came back, he found Malfoy sitting there with his potion's text open practically devouring the instructions with his eyes. Without further ado, he forcefully dropped all the ingredients aside from the breakables on to the table top, and to Harry's delight Malfoy gave a little jump and a yelp, and shot a glare at Harry who pretended he didn't do anything wrong.

Malfoy let out a sigh, "Potter, you do know what we're making, correct?" seeing Harry shake his head in a negative way, "We're to make a Sleepless Dream potion."

"Don't you mean the Dreamless Sleep potion?"

"No Potter, it is not a common Dreamless Sleep potion, but its close cousin, the Sleepless Dream potion. The Sleepless Dream potion leaves the subject in a delusive state, awake, but hallucinating. They can not perceive reality from fantasy, thus dooming them to a life of madness if the antidote is not administered quickly enough."

"Uh… you don't think Snape will make us test it will he?" Harry asked a bit nervous, especially as Snape could just as well accidentally not give him the right antidote.

"Not us Potter, just you."

He gave a shaky gulp and quickly scanned the classroom to see practically all the other groups were already almost done. "Hey Malfoy, how come they're all almost done? I thought this was supposed to take two days to make?"

Malfoy shrugged, "Professor Snape is probably making us do it from scratch as we were late for his class, while others only have to do the most difficult part."

"But even the Gryffindors have a head start; Snape never goes easy on Gryffindors."

"Well if you shut your yap and get working, we could catch up to the rest of your bumbling friends."

Knowing Malfoy was actually right, not that he'd ever admit it, he stayed quiet until he realized something. What do I do? Oh! I'll just chop some of the lovage, hopefully it needs to be chopped. He mentally shrugged. Oh well, not like Snape will pass anything I make.

Harry leaned forward and stretched out his hand to grab the lovage, only to grab Malfoy's hand who had thought of doing the same thing. His hand is softer than I thought. And that was the last thought going through both their minds as everything went black.

"Enervate!" Snape bellowed, but to no avail. Panic ensued as even enervate had not worked and students both of Gryffindor and Slytherin knocked down cauldrons, tripped on each other as they ran around screaming. Some of them were petrified, just standing there staring with their eyes popping out of their sockets. I feel a headache approaching.

"Calm down!" and all was silent as they waited for a command, Snape was not one to disappoint, "Class dismissed, everyone back to your common room!"

Snape watched as everyone shuffled out of the classroom in a blind rush, all except for Weasley, Granger, Zabini, Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle. "That includes you six as well," he glared at his students.

"But we're Harry's friends!" Hermione said as if that were reason enough.

"Yeah!" Ron backed her up.

"We want to help Draco." Pansy said confidently, receiving agreeing nods from the rest of the three Slytherins.

"Yes, as I know quiet well. But you will just be in the way, now go back to your own common rooms." He hissed the last words, becoming very agitated he flicked his wand and cast a levitation charm on the two unconscious bodies. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to take these two the Infirmary. I better not catch you trying to visit either of these two."

With the threat hanging in the air, and a swish of his cloak, Snape was out the room and around the corner with two sleeping boys hovering behind.

"The things I must go through," he muttered as he stalked through the hall and toward the Infirmary.

He managed to scare a few portraits along the way, but he finally spied the awaiting doors and hastened his pace, paying no mind to the wavering bodies following him.

Madame Pomfrey was actually quiet bored today, there was no patients and nothing needed to be restocked. She was even thinking of taking a short nap. It's not like anyone will mind if I just take a short one.

A yawn was stifled just in time as the door to the Infirmary was flung open, shocking Pomfrey completely awake.

Madam Pomfrey started in surprise, "Severus! Would it kill you to enter like a normal person?"

Snape sneered, "I have two patients for you." He gestured toward the floating forms and then turned to leave only to be stopped by Pomfrey and told to wait.

"Mr. Potter, you're in here again? And you too, Mr. Malfoy?" Madam Pomfrey tsked at the two unconscious boys, "Soon, we'll need to put aside two beds just for the two of you, with the way you practically live here."

Professor Snape just stood there with an eyebrow raised and a scowl smothered across his features. He calmly watched as Madam Pomfrey performed a spell to check their bodies, watching a soft glow of purple emitting from their form and disappear.

"If you'd be so kind Professor Snape, what predicament have they gotten themselves into this time?" she asked, turning her attention upon Hogwart's Potion Master.

"It seems like nothing happened. One minute they were bickering, the next they were unconscious on the floor. I, myself, tried to Enervate them, but as you can see, no result."

"Are you positive this wasn't another potion's accident?"

"No, they barely had gotten their ingredients and had not even begun any of the procedures."

"Then where did this potion residue come from?"

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AN: Thanks goes out to my beta, Red! I swear, without you this chapter would have been so much shorter. Actually I'm not so sure that's a good thing. XD!!! Love you Red! And review, please! It makes me feel special. And don't you dare add that "ed"!

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