Two a.m. found Harry pacing around the Gryffindor common room like a caged tiger. He started a few hours ago, after waking up from what he considered a horrible nightmare, counting the times that he passed by the fireplace on his way across the room, but he'd long since lost count.

There he lay, naked as the day he was born, on his back, legs spread, just waiting for Draco to enter him. He didn't have to wait long. Draco's thick cock slid into him and he found himself being fucked into oblivion. His mate leaned down to claim his mouth with a passionate kiss and when he broke free and leaned back up, he moved his hips so that ever stroke was hitting Harry's prostate, driving him crazy. Harry turning into a babbling, gasping mess as Draco drove him closer and closer to the edge. He came quickly, spilling all over his stomach. Harry's muscles contracting threw Draco over the edge and he called out "Harry," as he lost control.

How could he possibly have feelings, dreams, and urges all about MALFOY, of all people? How could a little bit of his ancestry cause him to have the urge to get naked and make love with his worst enemy? How could he wake up with a boner for someone like HIM? The one person he had always wished would just drop off the face of the earth and now it was "make nice and fuck, or go mad." What a decision. Fuck your enemy or die. Merlin!

In his Slytherin dorm room, Draco had just woken up from a dream that horrified him, especially when he realized the physical reaction his body had to the dream. He groaned quietly and rolled out of bed to head for the showers.

Once he had cast locking and silencing charms on the doors, Draco went to work relieving himself of his most current problem, under the steaming hot shower jets.

He braced himself against the wall and allowed his eyes to fall closed and his mind to drift back to the dream he had just awoken from.

There Harry lay before him like a pale god. Naked, on his back with his legs spread, just begging to be fucked, and Draco obliged him. He sunk into Harry and quickly found his rhythm. He leaned down over the slightly smaller boy and claimed his beautiful mouth for a passionate kiss. As he pulled back up, he angled his hips so that every stroke he made was hitting Harry's prostate. Merlin, he loved those little gasps and moans that poured from his lover's mouth with every stroke over that sensitive bundle of nerves. Harry came, fast and hard and the contractions of his muscles knocked Draco over the edge as well, calling out "Harry," as he came.

Draco's seed spilled over his hand and, his moan of "Harry," echoed through out the empty shower room.

Draco's eyes snapped open in horror as he realized that he'd just pleasured himself to the thought of fucking the one person he couldn't stand more than any other person on this earth. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He asked himself.

He cleaned up and headed back to the boys dorms and tried to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come for Draco tonight.

After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, Draco climbed out of bed and headed out of the dungeons.

He headed straight for the painting of the bowl of fruit and when he reached it, he tickled the pear, and it turned into a door handle. Pulling the painting open, he stepped inside the kitchens only to find the one person he was hoping to never see again, sitting at one of the long tables talking to Dobby, his former house elf.

Dobby looked over when he heard the painting swing open and cowered a bit when he saw the son of his former master standing there. Draco smirked.

"No other friends eh Potter? Have to come down here to talk to the house elves, eh?"

"You're one to talk Malfoy." Harry said, without turning to look at him. "You're down here by yourself as well."

Draco stood there for a moment, dumbstruck. He quickly realized he had no reason to make fun of Harry. At least the house elves would speak to Harry, they all cower and hide when he came around.

"Sorry," Draco said quietly.

Harry's head snapped around, confused by what he just heard. "Did you just apologize, Malfoy?"

"Yeah, it confused me too." Draco admitted.

Harry got up from the table and headed for the portrait hole. "Later Malfoy, I've gotta try and get some sleep. Classes in the morning you know." Harry stepped out of the portrait hole and Draco watched as it swung shut behind him.

He sat down at the end of the table closest to him and put his head down. He almost smiled when a mug of hot cocoa and marshmallows appeared in front of him.

There he sat, sipping his cocoa until the sun began to pour into the castle and wake up the other young witches and wizards who had been sleeping soundly in their dorms.

Draco left the kitchens and headed for his first class of the day, double Potions with his Head of House.