Disclaimer : Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling. And the song ' Taking Over Me ' belongs to Evanescence.

Warnings : Slash, OOC, Bad language, AU

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A/N : All the plot in my story aren't too related to the original plot. Ignoring HBP and DH plot.

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CHAPTER 2, DON'T ASK

You Don't Remember Me..

But I Remember You..

I lie Awake And Try So Hard..

Not To Think Of You..

But Who Can Decide What They DREAM?

And DREAM I do..


Next morning, Harry's body felt stiff and his head throbbed painfully because of both a lack of sleep and being woken up so rudely by his so called best friend.

He still felt annoyed with Ron, because he dared to disturb his erotic dream with a certain blond haired man. After that his mind replayed his dream with the blond angel and he became so aroused he couldn't fall back asleep for nearly an hour, so he felt sleepy now.

'Damn you Ron.' Harry cursed Ron silently and felt an urge to kick his friend's sorry ass if he met with him later.

Harry could only mutter curses and walk stiffly to the Great Hall to get his breakfast and maybe take out his irritation on Ron.

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"Morning, Harry." Hermione's unusually sweet voice greeted Harry when he came to the Griffindor table.

"Morning," mumbled Harry, his mood not changed a bit. He sat beside Hermione although there was an empty space beside Ron because he remembered Ron's promise to make him reveal the details of his sweet dreams this morning and why he had mentioned Lucius Malfoy's name last night. Ron seemed to notice that Harry was trying to avoid him He smirked smugly and began formulating a plan to tease him.

"Mornin' mate. I see you aren't too well. Is something wrong? Maybe you had a bad dream?" Ron said the 'bad dream' part a bit too loud and with a sarcastic tone; it made all heads turn to him, and look at him curiously.

"N..no. I feel well. Just sleepy, I think. Oh yeah, er...Hermione please hand me those scrambled eggs," said Harry jittery. He averted his eyes from his friends' curious eyes, and tried to change the subject by asking Hermione to give him the scrambled eggs even though he actually didn't have an appetite to eat them.

"Bad dream? Oh...my Harry. Please tell me, it wasn't about You Know Who," squeaked Hermione. She seemed happy to hear that, not worried even a little bit, and it scared Harry because he knew she would love to force him to tell her about all the things that happened to him, and even about his dreams. Harry wondered why he couldn't at least have a little bit of privacy? It was his dream, not theirs after all. Shouldn't a dreams be private, not just a common subject to be talked about? Harry scowled darkly at his thoughts.

"It was not about Voldemort! Why do all of you always think that everything is about the SNEAKY GIT? It seems as if my life revolves around him. Why me? I am just an ordinary student, an ordinary child like you guys! I have rights and the need for privacy like you !" snapped Harry angrily. He had had enough with their annoying curiosity, and he didn't care that his words caused hurt looks on all his friends' faces and made the Great Hall fall silent.

"I am leaving! I have lost my desire to eat!" said Harry angrily after an uncomfortable silence. It seemed he wouldn't be able to hold his temper any longer if he still stayed in the Great Hall, so he threw a hateful glare at all the people in the Great Hall and walked out of the room.

"Seems like someone's got PMS today," remarked Ron, amused.

"Not so funny, Ron. You know it was because of your sweet comment, we all now get to deal with an angry Harry! You will NOT GET ANY from me today," said Hermione, annoyance evident in her voice and face, as she stormed off from the Great Hall to search for Harry's retreating figure. She felt sorry for him and she wanted very badly to comfort her friend.

"Hey! That wasn't only my fault! You asked him too," protested Ron, but Hermione had already rushed out and she couldn't hear him.

"Aww...so bad...our red head friend, couldn't get any from his girlfriend today!" shouted Seamus suddenly. He seemed happy to make fun of Ron. All of the people in the Great Hall, include the Hogwarts staff, except, of course Severus Snape who seemed aggravated, laughed at the Irish boy's remark. Poor Ron, he only blushed, embarrassed, his face as red as his hair.

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"Damn you, Ron! Damn You, Mione! Damn you, nosy people, and fuck you, Voldemort! Why do you people always bother me? Mind your own business!" Harry cursed and shouted furiously to himself. He walked fast and wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, so wrapped up in his thoughts he was, until. BANG ! He collided with someone else, and they fell together, clutching each other, to the hard floor below them.

"FUCK!" cursed Harry spontaneously when he fell and his ass hit the floor hard.

"Such beautiful language from a young man like you," drawled the person whom Harry collided with. Harry tried to look at who he collided with, because he sure as hell knew that voice.

"Lucius?" Harry gasped when he saw he had crashed into the blond man he dreamt of last night. Harry's face paled immediately, and his eyes widened like a monkey caught stealing bananas from a farmer's trees.

"Pardon?" Lucius raised an eyebrow at being talked to so intimately from his well known enemy and he rose from the floor with an aristocratic grace, which made Harry's mouth gape widely.

"Erm...I mean Mr. Malfoy? Why are you here?" Harry corrected himself and stood up as well with motions he was sure Lucius would consider common and ungraceful. Lucius wrinkled his nose in disgust at that and he thought 'Why does this boy always look disorderly and untidy?'

"I can be anywhere I want to be, Potter," said Lucius sarcastically. He smirked at him in the standard Malfoy fashion and gave him a 'mind your own business' look.

-TBC-

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