Harry spent the next several days falling into routine that had everyone severely worried. He ate very little, fell asleep in class, and spent what little time he was awake, huddled in the library. He was resigned, moody., and distant. He rarely spoke, even when spoken to. Those who knew of the events that had transpired at the ministry simply assumed that he was upset over the loss of his god father. Mostly, people left him alone. For this, he was thankful. However, the constant feeling of the worried looks from Ron and Hermione, boring into his back, was driving him insane.

He snapped the book he'd been reading closed and abruptly stood up. The two aforementioned Gryffindors stopped their whispered discussion from across the table and looked over at him, surprised. "Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked, nervous sounding.

He nodded silently, beginning to gather the books he'd been reading. "What is it that you've been researching?" She asked, reaching over to help him. "Is it anything that I can help with?"

"No." He replied, rather abruptly, snatching the book out of her hand before she could take a look at its spine. "It's nothing." His voice was sharp, his expression guarded as he balanced the pile of books in his arms and walked away, saying nothing more.

"Harry..." Hermione called after him sadly. She looked over at Ron, who simply shrugged, causing her to sigh heavily. What on earth was wrong with their best friend lately?

Harry paced back and forth across the empty Gryffindor dorm, running a pale hand through his shaggy, dark hair. So far, his search of the library had turned up nothing. Not a single book on the subject of dreams had been helpful, and he was yet to find one discussing the topic of alternate realties. He supposed the subject was more of a muggle idea. This was slightly ironic, he mused to himself, as muggles' perceived reality was an alternate reality of the actual reality.

All of this thinking about reality, he decided, was beginning to make his head spin. Back to the matter at hand, though, he had no idea where to take his search from here. He could make a visit to the restricted section to look, but that would mean sacrificing precious hours with his beloved dream (not a dream, he reminded himself firmly) Draco. The only other choice he could think of, that did not involve asking Hermione, was approaching Professor Trelawney with the subject.

He snorted, rolling his eyes. Yeah, that would go well. She'd tell him that such reoccurring dreams were a sign that he was going to die soon, or some such nonsense. She'd give him an eerie prediction of his doom, in her ridiculously eccentric manner. and then take a nice big swig of whatever was in the brown bottle that she'd taken to carrying with her thanks to Umbridge.

Finally stopping his pacing, thankfully well before wearing a path in the floor, he sat down on his bed, kicking off his shoes. There wasn't much he could do right now in the way of research, so he decided that a nice nap would do. Pulling the bed's curtains shut, he flopped backwards, throwing an arm over his face as he shut his eyes. It didn't take long for him to fall into his voluntary sleep...

Vivid green eyes opening slowly, squinting from the bright morning light casting through the window. Harry looked around the room, a smile spreading across his face as he noticed a certain blonde standing in the doorway. "Good morning, sleepy head," Draco teased, grinning. "Time to get up, breakfast is ready."

Harry sat up, swinging his legs off of the edge of the bed. "Doesn't your mum get annoyed with you being over here every day at the crack of dawn? When was the last time you ate breakfast with her?" He feigned agitation.

Draco shrugged, ignoring Harry's failed attempt at irritating him. "She likes being able to sleep in every once and a while."

"I would too, if you were my son." Harry joked, sticking his tongue out.

Rolling his eyes, Draco smacked Harry on the back of the head, then pushed him towards the door. "Come on, get moving."

"Alright, alright," Harry laughed, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his head.

Walking downstairs, Draco following, he gave his mother a kiss before sitting down at the table. "So what are we doing today?" He asked, shoveling a forkful of egg into his mouth.

Lily handed him a napkin, giving him a pointed look before responding. "I have to find some homeschooling supplies as I don't want you to miss out on your studies, even though you won't be going back to Hogwarts this year." She told him, smiling as he obediently wiped the food off of the corners of his mouth. "I'm sure you and Draco can find something to entertain yourselves with in Diagon Alley."

Harry nodded. He found himself wishing that he knew what exactly was wrong with Dumbledore in this world. However, as a certain blonde's hand grasped his knee underneath the table, he also found that at the moment, he didn't much care.

Harry woke early the next morning, much to his frustration. He was sure that Dream-Draco was as tired of him passing out every time they were alone as he was, which made him even more frustrated. Lily had had a healer come in the one day and he'd been 'diagnosed' with the muggle disease of narcolepsy. Because of this, he was sure that Draco understood, but still.

Climbing out of bed, he shivered when his bare feet touched the cold floor. He cursed upon noticing that he'd fallen asleep in yesterday's clothing. Grabbing a non-wrinkled uniform out of his trunk, he headed for the bathroom to shower and get dressed.

Seeing as it was Saturday, he skipped breakfast entirely, heading for the library. Ron and Hermione were either still asleep or in the Great Hall, and he took pleasure in the silence that surrounded him. Walking through the aisles, skimming the titles for anything of interest, he let a feeling of peace wash over him. Despite his frustration at the lack of anything fruitful in his search, the fact that he was alone but for Madam Pince was quite pleasant.

Selecting several books off of the shelves (all of which he was positive would have nothing helpful), he walked over to a table and sat down, spreading the books around him. Opening the first one, he settled into his chair and prepared for a long day of reading.

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An hour later found him with his face pressed against an open book, his glasses pushed askew. The thin metal frames would probably bend, as they weren't meant to be pushed on from the side in such a manner. He would probably regret falling asleep in such a position when he woke up.

Wind whistling through his hair, Harry squinted, hoping to catch a glimpse of the little gold ball before Draco did. Bringing his broom to a stop, he hovered about 50 feet off of the ground, scanning the area around him. Off to his right, something glinted in the sun. Before he could react, a blonde blur sped past him, towards the snitch.

Taking off, he sped his broom up, faster and faster, till he found himself neck and neck with Draco. The snitch abruptly dropped down and the two of them broke into a dive, still perfectly even with eachother. Arms outstretched, they both reached for the little bastard of a ball, both hands grasping for it at the same time.

Draco's hand closed around Harry's as his own closed around the snitch, causing Harry to jerk in surprise. He fell off of his broom, onto the ground below, dragging Draco with him. The two teens tumbled through the tall grass, coming to a stop at the bottom of a small hill.

They laid next to eachother for a few moments, laughing, their hands still intertwined around the ball. Laying there, underneath the warm summer sun, a small stream trickling somewhere nearby, a feeling washed over Harry that he couldn't describe. Everything here was so perfect. So wonderful. He wished he didn't have to wake up.

Sensing that Harry was upset about something, Draco pushed himself up onto his elbows, grey eyes locking with green. "Are you okay?" He asked, worry apparent in his features.

Harry nodded. "I was just..." He paused for a moment. "I was just worried about falling asleep again is all." He half-lied.

Draco suddenly grinned wickedly. "I can keep you awake."

"What?" Pink spread across Harry's cheeks.

"I said, I can keep you awake." Draco repeated, leaning down, his face inches from Harry's.

"You can try." Harry replied, daring Draco to continue.

"I'll take that as a challenge."

Draco's lips met his, nibbling and sucking as he slid his hand up Harry's shirt, caressing his warm side.

Closing his eyes, Harry relaxed underneath Draco's touch, enveloped in a feeling of absolute bliss.

In Hogwarts library, the sleeping form of a certain Gryffindor caught the eye of a certain Slytherin. Creeping up behind him and taking out his wand, Draco was giddy. What a perfect opportunity to jinx Potter. While attacking a sleeping foe was low and dirty, the git deserved it for getting his father thrown in prison.

He raised his wand, mouth beginning to form the words of the spell, then stopped. Potter had just whispered something in his sleep. Intrigued by the idea of possible blackmail material, he leaned in, listening closely.

Harry's peaceful face was flushed red with the signs of a particularly indecent dream. Seconds later, the whisper came again, causing Draco's eyes to widen.

"Draco..." Harry let out a soft moan, shifting in the chair as he slept.

Immediately straightening up, Draco turned on his heel and walked quickly towards the exit, picking up speed as he went, nearly knocking over Ron and Hermione on his way past.

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AN: Completely rewritten and about 80 times better! Thanks to Lia-Lily for being my ever faithful slave driver.

Chapter 3 will be up within a few days, especially if she has anything to say about it. XD