Changing the rating for this chapter! :P

Well, anyways – here you go , another chapter. :D

Third year, Part two.

The irony of it all was the thing that bothered him the most.

He could live with the fact that he was paired with Potter for an assignment.

But that the assignment was discussing your dreams was just to much of an convenience. It was like the universe was testing his ability. For how long can Draco hide his dirty secret?

Good thing Potter was the most oblivious person alive. Plus, he´s a Gryffindor. They believe in honesty and are terrible liars. He´ll never notice if Draco lies about his dreams.

Draco sighed contentedly and leaned back in the Slytherin armchair. It´ll work out. He wouldn´t let this get to him. That´s why he was pretending that yesterday never happened. He hadn´t stood alone in the classroom, crying angrily at how he had completely ruined everything. Because there was nothing to ruin.

He would just pretend that there was nothing wrong. He would go talk to Potter today, maybe after potions, and decide time and place for the following month. And he would ignore the tingle in his stomach and pounding in his heart when he saw the green eyes and messy hair. He would stuff everything in a little box, then close it, then bury it deep, deep down, pretending it was never there. That he didn´t have weird dreams about Potter. And that he hadn´t cried himself to sleep countless times during the summer-brake. Because Potter was just a silly boy. Nothing else.

Draco nodded to himself, as if to finalize his thoughts. Then rose from the squishy chair, grabbing his bag before making his way to the potions classroom making sure to look as dignified and superior as possible, wearing his ever-so-useful smirk.

"Potter!"

Draco snapped his his fingers as he called out to the boy that was sitting two rows ahead of him.

The messy bundle of hair whirled as the boy spun his head around, looking at Draco with a bitter frown but didn´t, to Draco´s surprise, snap back at him but merely watched him indifferently. But when Draco didn´t say anything else, as he had momentarily lost his track, he rose his eyebrows in a questioning expression. What? He mouthed when Snape suddenly strode inside the classroom, swishing his wand to close the door.

Draco blinked a couple of times as he snapped back to life, making sure to resurrect his smirk before he spoke.

"We need to talk, stick around after class." Draco said, trying to sound confident. Harry nodded once.

"Mr. Potter, if you are done staring at Mr. Malfoy I would suggest you turn you head forward and pay attention. 10 points from Gryffindor!" Snape drawled jeeringly.

Harry gave Draco a killing glare before turning around, to which Draco could only smile. He still had it in him. Making Potter loose house points was one of his specialties. He would make this month fly by effortlessly .Deal.

"What do you want?" Harry crossed his arms and leaned his side against the wall, looking cautiously at Draco.

"No need to sound so gruff Potter, I come in peace." Harry rolled his eyes at him and sweeped a hand through his messy hair. Draco swallowed, falling silent as he followed the hand´s movements and didn´t speak again until Harry let it fall to his side again.

"Look, I don´t like you, and you don´t like me. That´s fine, but we have been forced into a bad situation and I suggest we make the best of it. Because I´m not willing to let some school rivalry stand in the way of my perfect grades." Draco said, straining his every muscle to keep looking Potter in the eyes. Because they didn´t make him wanna roll around on the floor twitching in a fluttering mess.

"Wow, why didn´t I think of that?" Harry said, his voice draped with heavy sarcasm.

"Couldn´t you have gotten that epiphany yesterday? I was in full truce mode, you where the one that chose to be an ignorant prat." Harry continued, raising his chin slightly.

"Well... Who´s being a prat now!? I told you I was sorry, what more do you want from me?!" Draco exclaimed, raising his arms in frustration. Harry let out a disbelieving snort and raised his eyebrows.

"No, you didn´t. Seriously how self absorbed can you get?!" He said, his voice getting higher at the irritated tone as he looked at Draco in utter incredulity.

"Well, I am now! SORRY. There. Happy!?" Draco said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, actually I am!"

"Great!"

"Good!"

…

"Tomorrow at five in the astronomy tower, then?"

"Whatever."

Harry gave him another murdering glare.

"Sure, FINE!"

"FINE!

They both turned and marched away in opposite directions. Harry to the stairs, and Draco to the Slytherin dorm. Both letting out deep sighs, mentally cursing each other in their minds.

"Dracoo..."

"Go away! You can´t be here!" The grey eyes squinted, trying to force Potter out of the dream. Pretending he wasn´t there.

"Oh... You know you want me hear, Draco." Harry purred, slowly getting closer.

Draco furiously shook his head, keeping his eyes firmly closed.

"You know you want me, Draco." Harry´s hands reached it´s target, gracing his fingers along Draco´s spine making the boy shiver.

"Nggh, No. No. No." Draco whined but didn´t jerk away from the touch.

"Yes. ." Harry hissed, much in the resemblance of a snake, as he made a path along Draco´s jawline with his tongue. The blonde let out a shaky moan, his eyes fluttering open. The green eyes locked their gazes as they made it´s way downwards. Harry giving Draco´s suddenly bare chest close attention by brushing his lips across it, never loosing eye contact. His wicked smile was weirdly uncharacteristic but somehow it made Draco grow significantly harder in his pants.

Harry chuckled as he moved further an further down,his breath circling around Draco´s bellybutton.

"Ohh, um, you-you shouldn´t. Nggh, Don´t do that." Draco croaked between clenched teeth when Harry traced his tongue back and forth right above the waistband of Draco´s trousers.

Potter didn´t listen to him, but continued following his path, apparently determined to make Draco into a puddle on the floor.

"Shhh." Harry whispered against his skin, then brushing his hands up Draco´s legs.

"I´ve always loved your legs, Draco." He hissed, smiling wickedly as the hands crossed Draco´s thighs, placing them on the slim hips.

"Too much clothes on." He murmured against Draco´s hipbone.

Draco whimpered as Potter´s fingers followed the band of his trousers, stopping when reaching the button of the pants.

He slowly undid it then moving to the zipper, which he deliberately made sure to brush against the growing bulge underneath it.

"Oooh, shit, wh-what are y-you doing, Potter?!" Draco stuttered in distress as he felt the boy pull his pants down.

"I´m giving you something worth mentioning in your dream journal." He answered, moving his hands back up to Draco´s boxer-clad crotch, rubbing against it while giving fluttering kisses along the inside of his thighs.

Draco moaned loudly at the touch, completely giving in to the handling, to content to keep fighting it.

"I do-doubt I would risk-k my reputa-tation for a mere crotch-rub, though." He said between jerky moans.

The hand motion stopped, Harry giving him a mischievous look.

"I guess I´ll just have to try harder then." He said in a threateningly low voice as he now pulled down the boxers too, leaving Draco completely naked in front of him.

Draco watched as the boy below him hovered right in front of his twitching hard-on, his breath ghosting over it as he chuckled gruffly.

"Is this worth your while?"

Draco could only whimper lamely, not capable of forming any words, wanting nothing more then to thrust forward.

"Not enough is it? Want more?"

His lips grew closer and closer and soon he was so close that a single movement of his mouth and his lips would brush against Draco´s needing erection. Draco waited for it. Waited for him to say something so that he could feel those soft lips against him. But Harry was not very merciful, deliberately driving him to the point of insanity before he spoke.

"Draco wake up."

"OH, fuck!"

"Seriously Draco, you need to stop moaning, I can´t fucking concentrate on my morning wank for merlins sake."

Draco´s head snapped around, now fully awake, blushing furiously as he met Blaise´s irritated gaze on the opposite side of the room. Then his eyes lowered, noticing the boy´s hand being hidden under the covers, though thankfully not moving. Draco made a grimace of disgust, tiredly rubbing his face with his hands groaning in frustration.

"Urgh, too much information, Zabini. I´ve told you not to do that shit when I´m still in the room."

Blaise rolled his eyes and withdrew the hand from under the covers.

"Hypocrite, you were the one moaning like a freaking girl, practically rubbing your sex dreams in my face. I´m only rubbing back. An eye for an eye, you know. It´s only fair I disturb your happy time if you disturb mine." The dark boy made an indifferent motion with his hands in the direction of the bathroom.

"Now, would you go take your compulsive morning shower so I can continue?" He gave Draco a fake smile – his lips pressed together and his eyes blinking sweetly at him.

"Whatever." Draco sighed, getting up from the bed, waddling towards the bathroom, but only after mumbling a quick cleaning spell.

Once he reached the door, he stepped inside, but in the doorway, he turned around, facing Blaise, giving him a just as sweet smile as if saying – Happy?

Zabini waved exaggeratedly at him answering Draco in a overly cheery voice.

"Thank you sweet heart, take your time!"

Draco closed the door behind him, locking it while muttering under his breath.

"Prat."

He stepped inside the shower, standing under the hot water, just letting it wash off all the guilt and shame he was feeling. Atleast enough for it not to be viable in his behavior later.

His showers gave him time to think about his dreams. Because he always demanded himself not to think of them elsewhere.

He was annoyed. Very annoyed. This assignment had messed up his head and now his dreams was getting... Bolder.

Draco blushed as he rubbed shampoo into his hair.

He had never dreamt of Potter touching him like that before. There had never been anything below the waistline. But now...

"Urgh, what the hell." Draco suddenly exclaimed as he suddenly snapped out of his own thoughts, not knowing for how long he had been picturing the hands of Potter rubbing against him, but was now irritably aware of that he was – seeing as he was growing hard again.

"Down." He muttered, looking downwards.

He would just ignore it until it settled. Because even though he couldn´t control his dreams, he could control himself in his waken sate. He never allowed himself to wank off when he had been growing hard because of the dreams.

Which, Draco admitted bitterly, was pretty much every time. So that, in comparison to the slug currently lying in his bed wanking, left Draco very chaste. For a teenage boy that is. But he didn´t really need to jerk himself off, seeing as he pretty much came by himself in his sleep every other morning anyway.

"Draco, I´m done, you can come out now, otherwise you´ll look like a raisin... And I really need to take a leak... No, actually, wait... Yeah, that was a lie, what I meant to say was that I really need to take a shit." Blaise urged, banging on the door.

Draco rolled his eyes at the crude boy, but stepped out the shower non the less, wrapping a towel around his hips, unlocking the door and stepping out.

"Could you at least act like you have some kind of pride left in you indecent body? Draco drawled tiredly at the boy as he made his way to his trunk, looking for a clean pair of robes.

"I don´t really see the point in hiding who I am." Blaise said, grinning jeeringly at him then urgently closed the door behind him, apparently running towards the toilet.

"Well, that´ll make you the only one." Draco muttered as he looked himself in the mirror, brushing of his clothing and then rubbing his temples with his fingers.

This day wouldn´t be pleasant.

Draco frowned as he followed Potter up the stairs to the astronomy tower, forcefully rubbing his temples, unsuccessfully trying to get rid of the lingering headache that had haunted him all day and in the same time forcing himself not to look up, seeing as the chance of him meeting the perfectly shaped ass of Harry Potter was about a 99% certainty if he where to look up. When they finally reach the top of the stairs, Draco immediately whined.

"I have a headache, do we really have to do this now?"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes we do, you´ll have to suck it up"

Draco snapped his neck so fast it creaked loudly.

"What?!"

Harry frowned at him, giving him a tired look.

"I said you have to suck it up. And I don´t mean to be hard on you, but you´re seriously a pain in the ass."

Draco just stared at him. Gaping slightly. Harry stared back, though with a slightly more confused expression, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"What?!" Harry exclaimed when Draco didn´t move, but stayed gaping at him.

Draco shook his head then, looking away quickly, cursing himself for being so damn weak-minded. He took a deep breath and collected himself, making sure every bad thought was out of his system before he spoke.

"Nothing, your face just looks weird." Draco said as he flashed Harry his wickedest smirk. Then started a glaring contest with Harry which he lost. Given the fact that he couldn´t keep his mind in check when those eyes were so piercingly green.

He turned away, and payed close attention to his own nails. Mentally telling himself to get a grip. Don´t think about it. Don´t. Think. About. It.

"So... Are we doing it or what?"

"SERIOUSLY!? How the fuck – I can´t even... - " Draco sighed and buried his face in his hand, pinching the bride of his nose as he closed his eyes tiredly. Then taking another deep breath.

"Yes. Yes we are. Just... Just freaking tell me your dreams and be done with it."

Harry gave him another frown – looking at him oddly but seemed to come of it as he shook his head slightly, reaching for his bag.

Draco watched as Harry brought out an old, shabby-looking notebook, flipping through the pages, looking for the start of his dream journal. Draco couldn´t help but peek at the words and numbers that were written.

"What the fuck is drills?" Draco suddenly asked before he could stop himself, looking sceptically at the notebook.

Harry found the page he had been looking for and folded the notebook, placing it in his lap.

"It´s a muggle tool you use to make holes." Harry said, ignoring the disgusted look on Draco´s face at the mention of "muggles".

"And why have you written about drills in your notebook. And why is it so... Gross?" He asked in a mocking tone, making a grimace of disdain at the ugly material.

Harry sighed and looked unwilling to answer, but seemed to force himself to do so anyway.

"It was my uncle´s. He works at a drill factory. He didn´t want to buy a new notebook for me, so he gave me his old one saying I was too incapable of writing anyway. No need to waste money." He blushed and stubbornly looked away.

Draco watched him, flabbergasted at the little piece of information from Harry´s life outside of Hogwarts, feeling a spark of anger flare to life in his chest at the incompetent muggle which Harry spoke of.

"Muggle´s are disgusting, you shouldn´t let them get to you." Draco said, before he could stop himself.

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked surprised at Draco.

"Gee, Malfoy was that an encouragement? I´m happily surprised" He said, smiling a little.

"Just don´t let it go over your head, Potter." Draco retorted, giving in to the twitching in his lips, giving Harry a crooked smile. They looked at eachother for a moment, taking in the weird feeling of having a conversation without screaming at eachother. Then Harry chuckled slightly, looking down at his notebook.

"I wont." He said. "So... Dreams... Ehm." He glanced at Draco, looking hesitant.

"I have weird dreams. You can´t laugh." He said. Pointing at Draco.

"Oh, Potter don´t tell me you´re having wet dreams about Weasley." He smirked.

Potter laughed. Leaning back against the wall clutching his stomach.

Draco eyed him suspiciously, feeling suddenly angry.

"You arn´t are you?!" He bursted.

Harry continued laughing, though it settled enough for him to shake his head.

"No, I havn´t. But If I did, I promise I will spare you the details."

Draco visibly relaxed.

"Thanks, I appreciate it." He also leaned against the wall.

"And in that case, I doubt there is anything that is weird enough for me to hear."

"Haha, okay then. Well... This night, eh." Harry, leaned closer to his notes, brushing his hands over the words. Draco watched his hesitation, and felt the urge to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Just go for it" He said. "I won´t laugh."

Harry scratched his neck again, in a now familiar motion.

"Okay, It´s a little blurry, but I remember sitting on the sidewalk, in the night, and... I heard a growl, like from a dog. I look up. And I see two glowing eyes in the bushes on the other side of the street. Ehm. And I go to see what it is, but When I reach it, there lies a man, smiling. And It feels like I have seen the man before. Cause I recognize that smile. But I can´t place where I´ve seen it. And I just don´t know who he is." He sighed and brushed his fingers through his hair in a frustrated motion.

"And then I woke up." He raised his head, turning to Draco and jumped slightly when he noticed that the boy was watching him. And it wasn´t a mocking look. Or amused. It was almost... Gentle. Harry shivered.

"So... What do you think it means?" He asked, self consciously tugging at his own sleeves, but couldn´t make his head turn away from the grey gaze. Though when Harry spoke, Draco flinched slightly, looking away and coughing awkwardly.

"Yeah... That sure was odd. Ehm. What was it again..Umm." He muttered at the end, scratching his ear.

"Dog! Yeah Right. Dogs... and smiles. And. Yeah. Hm..." He rambled, shaking his head to get his mind clear. He reached for his dream interpenetrate book, flipping through the pages.

"Ehm.. it says here, dogs stands for... Ehm...Locality and trust . And unknown young man represent an enemy. "

"So, I have a enemy I can trust?" Harry said. Scribbling some words down in the notebook as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Seems legit." He added, snorting slightly.

"Yeah, good thing Trewlany is such a loony. She´ll think the weirder the dream is, the better." Draco snorted to which Harry looked up at him an chuckled.

"Yeah, probably." Then the smile faltered. "And she´ll probably get off on the idea that I´ve got an enemy. She loves telling me I´m going to die a terrible death." He deepend his voice at the end, trying to imitate the mysterious tone Trelawny used.

"We´re all going to die. No need dwelling in when and how. And besides – Loonies like her are like muggles – There is no need paying attention to what they are saying, it´s just rubbish anyway." Draco said, giving Harry another crooked smile.

Harry nudged him playfully on his knee with his own, sending electric shocks through Draco´s entire being, which he stubbornly ignored.

"Not all muggles are bad you know. " He said in a low voice, looking at his hands which, Draco noticed, had burn marks and scars all over them.

"Why are your hands like that?" He asked, trying not to sound as interested as he really was. And to his surprise, Harry blushed, seeming ashamed. This only made him all the more curious.

"What? You was wanking so fast it caused friction-burns or something? He teased, not wanting to be pushy, but lighten the mood. Though, even though Harry seemed to lighten up, Draco got even more uncomfortable, seeing as he started picturing the boy doing just that. He shifted slightly, trying to shut his mind off. Why did I said that? I´m so freaking stupid. Draco thought as he forced his blush away.

Harry chuckled again, rubbing his neck.

"No, I havn´t. I doubt that would be very pleasant. Or maybe you´ve tried?" He said, looking teasingly at him. Draco was proud to say he didn´t blush this time. But merely shrugged indifferently.

"Even if I had, I wouldn´t tell you. I wouldn´t want to fuel your wanking fantasies, Potter." He smiled wickedly, mentally wondering how the hell they ended up like this.

How the hell had he went from being completely flustered whenever Harry unknowingly said a loaded word to being the one that deliberately said crude things? He really had to stop, or else he would be fueling his own wanking fantasies.

"Now – don´t change the subject, tell me!" Draco demanded, feeling considerably better when switching to his boss-mode.

Harry´s smile tensed as he pressed his lips together. His eyes froze, stubbornly stuck on a point right above their feet, and his eyebrows was slightly raised. Then he laughed. It was forced and loaded with discomfort.

"It´s nothing, really, I just burnt my hands while cooking and doing gardening work and such." He shrugged indifferently, trying to laugh it off like it wasn´t as big of a deal as his body language indicated.

"Why would you wanna do that stuff? Just make your house-elf do it." Draco said, grimacing at the very thought of housework.

"I live with muggles, Malfoy, they don´t have elfs to do every little thing for them." He said, his voice slightly sharper.

"No, obviously they found someone else to do their slave-work." Draco jeered.

Harry blushed and lowered his head, making his unruly hair form a curtain between them, partly hiding his face. He pressed his lips together in an even tighter smile and started rubbing his chest with the palm of his hand. "Haha, yeah." He mumbled.

Draco understood he had hit a nerve, and regretted his words. He hadn´t known that it was such a loaded subject. It was obvious Harry didn´t want to talk about it, seeing as his entire being radiated SHAME! but Draco pressed on, being his insufferably nosy self.

"Pfft, lame. I don´t see how they could trust you making their food though. Obviously you can´t be very good at it." Draco said, gesturing at Potter´s hands.

"Actually, I´m pretty good. Had loads of training. Most of these are old burns. I rarely burn myself anymore." He admitted, as he started to restlessly drumming his fingers against his thighs.

"You make it sound like you´ve been cooking for years." Draco stated.

"You make it sound like that is something strange. Not everyone can be a spoiled brat like yourself." Harry snapped, his drumming getting fiercer.

"Well, I just don´t understand how someone would set a child to deal with something that was obviously too hard for it and causing it injuries." Draco retorted, knowing that if he continued pressing, they would end up fighting again, but he didn´t care. He was too curious what Potter was so keen of hiding.

"My parents wouldn´t even allow me to go near the kitchen until a I started at Hogwarts, just to prevent me from getting injured." Draco continued.

Harry blushed even deeper, anger mixing in with the shame, making him look almost... Defensive.

"Again – I´m no spoiled brat. I can take care of myself. It´s just some freaking burns. Just because you are a fucking pansy and can´t even handle a fucking scratch on your perfect little body, doesn´t mean I can´t. " Harry barked, running a hand through his messy hair making it even messier.

Draco flinched at the harsh insult, his mind frozen on one particular word, but he refused to think about it, and demanded his brain to lock it away til later.

"Geesh, calm yourself, Potter. Why are you so freaking defensive? ." Draco said as calmly as he could.

"I´m not." Harry said, his body language immediately contradicting him, crossing his arms and rubbing his hand up and down one of them.

"Well, then just tell me, why you didn´t just...-"

"BECAUSE DOING THE COOKING MYSELF WAS THE ONLY WAY I COULD BE SURE I GOT SOMETHING TO EAT!" Harry roared, blushing furiously.

Draco watched him in shock, gaping slightly at the information. They stayed silent, looking each other in the eyes. Harry´s gaze turning from furious to exhausted. He slumped back against the wall, fiddling with the hem of his robes.

"Sorry." He mumbled after a few minutes of silence. "I just don´t like when people ask me about them. I don´t like thinking about them when I´m here. This is Hogwarts, my sanctuary. When I´m here, I make sure to suppress any thought about them. They can´t reach me here. " Harry said. He spoke so low that Draco almost couldn´t hear him.

"I´m sorry too. I shouldn´t have pressed you into saying something you didn´t want to. But believe me or not, unlike so many times before – I actually wasn´t trying to offend you." Draco answered, leaning back against the wall too, giving Harry a small smile.

"It´s not your fault. I guess I´m not used to people being so stubbornly inquisitive." He said, weakly returning Draco´s smile.

They stayed silent a while longer, just enjoying the tranquility, watching the darkening sky in front of them.

"They seem horrible." Draco suddenly stated in a low voice but loud enough for Harry to jump slightly.

"Who?" He asked in confusion. Draco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Geesh, he wasn´t kidding when he said he said he suppressed any though about them while at Hogwarts.

"Your muggles." He said instead, deciding it was better to be nice.

Harry fell silent again, maybe considering not to answer but seemed to decide he should. Whether or not it was Gryffindor spirit or his subconscious behavior automatically making him please the people around him Draco didn´t know, but it made him sad non the less.

"It´s not that bad. They took me in when no one else could. I should be grateful." He pressed his lips together as if his body was fighting against his mind, trying to prevent him saying anything else but failed. "And I am. I´m really grateful." He finally maintained, his voice tired as if he was saying something for the 100th time. When Draco didn´t say anything, but kept watching him sceptically, Harry turned to face him, giving him a assuring smile.

"You´re grateful for getting burnt?" Draco asked, raising a doubtful eyebrow. Harry frowned, his expression turning into a somewhat irritated one again.

"I did what I could in order to survive, better getting burnt myself then burning the food because if I did, I wouldn´t get any." He snapped. Then he seemed to get self conscious and started biting his lip. He began looking around, as if the muggles could hear him, looking ashamed.

"But that´s just common sense. If you burn food, you burn money, and it´s only natural I should go without dinner seeing as I wasn´t even meant to be there in the first place. So If I go around wasting money like that It´s only fair that I pay my debt and go without food that day."

Harry took a deep breath, pressing his lips together, his body making a rebellion against his subconscious in order to stop the self-deceiving.

Draco watched the process in incredulity. Suddenly realizing what was going on.

"Why are you defending them?" Draco asked, his voice getting higher at the disbelieving tone. He couldn´t believe how a person could be so self destructive, constantly fighting against his own body in order to hide the fact that he was neglected at home.

Harry stared at him, his whole body freezing in a stiff posture, looking as if he was seconds from running away in fear.

"I´m not." He said quickly, his eyes widening in a terrified expression at what might happen next.

"Yes, you are. How can you be so stupid? How can you defend those disgusting people!? They´re nothing but scum and you don´t deserve that kind of treatment. They´re muggles and you are a wizard, have some freaking pride for merlins sake!" All the time Draco was talking, Harry kept shaking his head, his lips pressed together while looking wide-eyed at Draco.

"Why are you shaking your head? You seriously believe you deserve that shit? Why the hell would you think that? WHY, Potter, TELL ME!"

"BECAUSE I`M ASHAMED!" Harry cried hoarsely, his voice trembling in repression and his eyes shining with yet unshed tears. In his outburst, he had stood up and backed away from Draco, and was now clutching his schoolbag in front of his chest, as if using it as a shield. His face was covered in a furious blush, but it was still beautiful, Draco acknowledged, but he immediately kicked the thought away. Draco was still mad at him.

He rose slowly, not wanting to scare Potter away, and they stood watching each other until suddenly, Draco calmly approached the rigid boy, stopping in front of him faintly wondering when he got so bold. He was a Slytherin for crying out loud. He placed a hand on Harry´s shoulder, letting the tingle shoot through his own body. He kept looking into the green eyes, calmly, and gradually felt the tension washing of the other boy. It wasn´t until he saw the familiar warmth flaring back to life in the green eyes that he spoke:

"You have nothing to be ashamed for." He said firmly, determinedly looking into the green eyes, waiting for some kind of reassurance that the boy had understood.

Finally, Harry gave him a small nod, and Draco let go of the boy´s shoulder, withdrawing himself from him, and went to get his bag that was still lying on the floor at the other side of the room. Once he had grabbed it, he walked towards the staircase, but before leaving, he turned around towards the still unmoving Harry.

"Same time tomorrow then? We might as well skip my dreams today, I only wrote down lies anyway."

He said, then proceeded down the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. But this time, it wasn´t a painful. It felt good, he felt alive.

Did you like it? Did you hate it? :) Review and tell me! :D And please tell me whether or not I should continue third year, or if I should jump to forth year, giving glimpses of memories? It´s up to you ^^