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Author: Anonymous Potter Lover

Genre: romance, humor, general

Rating: M/R

Summary: Harry starts to come to terms with his own feelings about Draco and Hermione is getting suspicious. Meanwhile, Marcus figures out the target of Draco's affection and teases him to death about it; but then gives him an offer he can't refuse...

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Once Again In Dreams

Chapter 7

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Harry ran back to his dorm without stopping for breath. By the time he reached the portrait he was red in the face and wheezing. He leaned against the wall for a moment and then gasped the password to the Pink Lady. The portrait moved back and Harry dashed in and up to his bed before anyone could get a word out.

Ron gaped at the stairway then turned back to Dean who was sitting on the couch next to him.

"What was that about?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Search me."

Up in the dorms, Harry was huddled on his bed with the curtains drawn and spelled shut. He was extremely confused and horrified at the moment. Draco Malfoy had just kissed him and he couldn't think of anything in the world that could be better. And that was just the problem. He wasn't supposed to like Malfoy. Being arch-enemies didn't work that way. The point was to glare unending hate and disgust at each other while grumbling unspeakable obscenities under the breath. It was not to be so excited and energized near one another that you decided to let it all out by kissing of all things. Especially in a kiss that was so incredibly amazing as that one…

"Fuck," Harry groaned. "This is not good. I can't believe it. Why did it have to be that ferrety git? Why?!" He rolled over and yelled into his pillow.

"Oi! Mate!" Seamus shouted from the adjacent bed. "Quiet down, will you?"

Harry turned back over and mumbled a last insult under his breath. "Yeah, fine."

Ron chose that moment to burst into the dorm and stomp over to Harry's bed, furiously smacking the curtains.

"Harry! Hey, Harry! Open up!"

Harry de-spelled the curtains and Ron suddenly leaned forward, startled at being able to push through now.

"What?" Harry spat.

"Geez, calm down." Ron said, backing up. "I just want to know what the stomp through the common room was about."

"Nothing, Ron. It was nothing," Harry replied.

"I'm pretty sure that wasn't 'nothing,' Harry. You were red in the face and running so fast I could hardly see you."

Harry stumbled. He hadn't been expecting Ron to actually point out that fact.

"Uhm….uh…"

"…Well?"

"Ah! I think I hear Hermione calling me! I'll just go see what she wants then."

"Wait a second, Harry you-"

Harry jumped past Ron and dashed out of the dorms and back out of the Gryffindor common room.

Ron stared incredulously at the door.

"Well that's great."

Seamus stuck his head out from between the curtains.

"Can't get Harry to talk to you again, huh, Ron," he snickered.

Ron scowled and sat down on his bed, burying himself in a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. "Shut up Seamus."

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Draco stared sullenly down at his homework. After the incident with Harry, he had been quite depressed. Of course, he was perfectly good at faking that nothing had happened, but every time he saw the head of raven black hair he couldn't help but be distracted enough that he let his guard down and his mask slip slightly. Apparently it was enough for Marcus to notice one day.

At the time Draco had been in the library studying, or trying to at least, when Harry came in with Hermione and Ron for their usual study group. Draco was trying intensely hard to ignore the gorgeous piece of human being (a.k.a. Harry) in the vicinity but it was near Harry's head for five seconds.

Of course, Marcus happened to be walking by right then and noticed the heavy sigh and pointed staring. He immediately sat down and put his chin in his hand.

"So, Draco, Transfiguration homework?"

Draco started and turned around.

"Oh, uhm…yeah…" Draco wondered if he looked nervous. He was trying not to.

"Y'know, while Potter is indeed one of the hottest people in school, he also happens to be a Gryffindor and your major enemy."

At that point Draco was extremely embarrassed. He had really hoped that Marcus hadn't seen anything. Wished, prayed, silently chanted to himself. It seemed not to have worked.

"Er. What are you talking about?" Being of the lineage he was, and given the things he had been taught as a child, Draco tried desperately to save face in front of Marcus. "Potter? Merlin, no," he scoffed. "That's disgusting."

Marcus eyed Harry. "Hm. Well I know I wouldn't mind being in bed with that."

Draco looked at Marcus, absolutely horrified. "What?!"

Marcus cocked an eyebrow, thoroughly amused. "Do you have a problem with that? You couldn't possibly like him, could you?"

"No. No! I-I don't like him. Nothing! Not even a bit!" Draco spluttered.

"Mhm. So if I just grabbed him and kissed him right now, you wouldn't mind at all?"

The blood drained from Draco's face. He looked very pale. "That's….that's different."

"Really now? How so? If you don't like him then I don't see why it would be a problem."

"Because...because he's an enemy of the Death Eaters," Draco replied weakly.

"Well as far as I can tell, you've never much cared about the Death Eaters. You like him, don't you?"

"I-I…I do."

Draco hung his head like a scolded puppy.

Marcus laughed.

"It's alright y'know. I really don't care, but you're going to run into problems. You know that."

"I know."

"Your father won't approve. Neither will your mother."

"…I know."

Marcus sighed. "I suppose I'll help you since this seems to be what you've been so miserable over lately, but don't expect much. While the boy is scorchingly hot, I don't care much for his attitude. Be grateful."

Draco smiled. "Thank you Marcus. That means a lot to me."

"Yeah, well. I'd like to get a thank you out of this if you know what I mean. You are an annoying prat at times but you sure do give good head."

Draco reddened in the face.

"Marcus, I told you never to mention that."

"And since when do I listen to you?"

Draco flushed even harder.

Marcus laughed.

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Hermione marched up to the Astronomy Tower with a determined look on her face. Ron had told her all about the earlier incident in the dorms and she was going to get to the bottom of it not matter what.

She came to the top of the stairs and threw open the door. Quickly scanning the room, she spotted Harry.

"Aha! I knew you'd be here."

Harry answered without turning from the open window. "Hello Hermione."

"So, would you like to tell me why you ran out on Ron earlier?"

"Not really."

"You're telling me anyway."

Harry turned around and gave Hermione a pointed look. "Uh, no. I'm not."

The glare that Hermione then proceeded to direct at Harry could've scared a troll to death. It was quite possible that it already had.

Harry gulped slightly. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you." He paused for a moment. "But you'd bet-"

"Harry. Get on with it."

"I ran out of the dorms because I didn't want to tell Ron what he asked about."

"And what was it that he asked for?"

"Uh…."

"Harry…" Hermione said threateningly.

"I, uh…well…that is…Malfoy kissed me." Harry mumbled, flushing.

"What?"

"Malfoy kissed me," he repeated, his face growing redder by the second.

Hermione was silent.

"Malfoy…kissed you?"

"…Yeah."

"And…he forced it on you, right?"

"Well, sort of," Harry said, trailing off.

"Sort of?"

"See, he started it but…I guess…I finished it."

Harry blushed again.

Hermione's mouth seemed to be stuck in a permanent little 'o' shape.

"…Did you…like it?"

"Well, duh, Hermione," Harry exclaimed. "If I kissed him back. I don't know what to think, though. I didn't think that I liked him. I don't even know if that means I like him. Or, what if I'm gay? What if I like guys? What'll I do, Hermione?"

Hermione walked forward, seeming to have gotten over her initial shock, and carefully patted his shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be fine, Harry. I suppose this is going to be confusing no matter what."

"But it's Malfoy!"

"Yes, well. There's not much that can be done about that. If you liked kissing him I'm pretty sure you just, well, like him in general."

"Hermione!"

"You two never could leave each other alone. I always wondered if there was a reason for that. I suppose this must be why. Of course we can't be sure yet, but I bet we can easily find out," Hermione mused to herself. "Anyway. Let's go to the Great Hall. It's dinner time already."

"Oh," Harry answered, surprised. "I guess I've been up here awhile, then."

"Yes. Two hours, fourty seven minutes, to be precise and if we don't hurry we'll miss dinner."

"Alright, alright." Harry said, slightly annoyed, and let himself be pulled down the stairs and toward the Great Hall.

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A/N: Geez, guys, I'm sorry I've been gone so long! I've been out of the country and haven't been able to write at all. So, this was all written in the past couple of days. Whew! I guess I can be a speedy writer when I want to be. Anyway, tell me what you think. This chapter isn't that exciting plot-wise, but I hope I did alright for doing it as quickly as I did. Review please!