Disclaimer:

I don't own anything except the plot and the mistakes trust me.

Summary:

Harry had another dream about Draco and hexes himself (slits his wrists).

He's sick of not having Draco in reality and he's sick of reality itself.

Warning:

Nothing has changed, still rated M for a reason.

There is some Hermione bashing, sorry to those who care.


After his little episode Harry decided to go eat some lunch. He is only happy about one thing… the fact that it is Saturday. He sulked his way through the corridors to the Great Hall. He glanced toward the Gryffindor table and found Ron and Hermione arguing as usual then he dared to peer towards the Slytherin table. Draco wasn't in sight. Harry was worried but thankful that Draco wasn't there. With his fit quidditch body, his piercing silver eyes, that china glass skin, and his wonderful smile. This needs to stop…He thought to himself. He was also thankful that the robes covered his wrists.

He took a seat across from Ron.

"Good morning mate, 'Mione here was worried that you were poisoned or something. Were you out late?" Ron asked with a tone of relief.

"Yeah, remember? I had detention with Snape." Which was true, he did have detention for falling asleep during an "important" lesson according to Snape.

"Well you know Snape; he's just a stupid git."

"Ron!" Said boy lowered his head and his ears reddened at Hermione's unintentional perfect imitation of his mother.

"Hermione you know its true!" Ron yelled in defense, secret feeling guilty like he would if he yelled at his mother.

Harry who would normally laugh at this just sat staring at his sandwich. Mind trespassing places prohibited to most teenagers, but everyone trespasses anyways. He was brought back to reality with a loud bang of the Great Hall doors. He looked to see what the disturbance was and it was none other than an angry Draco Malfoy. He felt nauseous and dizzy. His vision was blurring.

Meanwhile Draco was stomping his way to the Professors' table. By now Harry had no logical thought going through his head. He was just desperately trying to stay conscious.

"Hello Professor" Draco sneered.

'Oh this can't be good' Snape thought to himself.

"Yes Draco? What's troubling you?"

"This"Draco said and held up a Gryffindor scarf, "Some filthy Gryffindor has been in my private dorm room!"

Everyone in the Great Hall gasped, including some Gryffindors.

Snape's attention directed to Harry.

"Don't worry Draco we'll get this settled out. I assure the Gryffindor that was in your dorm will pay."

At this point Ron and Hermione were violently shaking Harry back to consciousness. Once Harry was revived he slowly brought his hand to his temple as if he had an extremely painful headache.

"Harry! Oh my god! Are you alright?"

"Bloody hell mate that was one hell of a scare."

"W-what?" Harry looked at them both dumbfounded.

"Harry you fainted and I have even worse news."

Harry's attention now focused on Draco stomping to the Slytherin table. He sat between Crabbe and Goyle as usual but now he was glaring the Gryffindor table. 'With those eyes…' Harry Thought to himself.

"And now Snape is going on a rampage trying to find out who it was."

"Oh sorry what?" Harry asked completely unaware of what Hermione was talking about or the fact that she was talking.

"Bloody hell mate didn't you hear her? A Gryffindor was in Malfoy's private dorm and now Snape wants to catch who was in there without Malfoy's permission." Ron said in one breath, face red.

"Who was it?" Harry asked completely jealous and hurt but still curious.

"Well Harry… Everyone thinks it was you."

"ME? WHY THE BLOODY HELL WOULD THEY THINK IT WAS ME!?" Harry yelled getting defensive but as far as he knew he was innocent.

"Harry come on be reasonable. You and Draco are known to be sworn enemies. Anyone with a sense of logic would suspect you." Hermione said with her well-known 'I-know-everything-and-I-don't-know-how-to-stop-showing-it-off tone'.

"Wow thanks for the support Hermione. I'm leaving I don't need your bullshit."

"Hey mate-"

"You too Ron, both of you just stay away from me."

Later that day

Harry had spent the whole afternoon in the boys' dorm lying in his bed with the curtains pulled. How great… He thought to himself. Everyone thinks I was in Draco's room when I only wish I was. Oh how I wish I could have been there…

He soon fell asleep to why he wished he was there.

He was walking through the dungeons with his invisibility cloak hiding him from the world. He made it to the portrait blocking the Slytherin common room. He whispered the password before the portrait could even ask. He crept slowly through the common room and up the known stairs to the Prefect's room. He opened the door slowly trying desperately to not create any noise. He found Draco lying on his bed sleeping comfortably. He removed the cloak and walked towards the beautiful sleeping Prince. He leaned over and kissed those plush lips. He slid his tongue across the upper. Draco was now awakened and was kissing back. Harry was pushed and fell on his behind.

"What the fuck Potter?" Harry just smiled. He loved sex with Draco when he was angry.


Author's Note:

Still kind of short I know.

Okay everyone now raise your left hand if you're confused, and raise your right if you have an idea of what I'm getting at.

I might just give you a cookie if you're right.