AN: Hey! Me again, re-uploading the difficult to read chapters because WHO KNOWS why formatting is a crazy beast? Anyway, enjoy! This chapter is a bit more smutty ;)

***CW: masturbation, sexual tension***

Merlin...I am in so much trouble. Harry was struggling. He had woken up from a rather...intense dream, featuring blonde hair and smooth pale skin. His already leaking erection pressed uncomfortably against the front of his boxer-briefs and his mind was full, images from his dream mixed with images from reality - Draco. His head still swimming, he feels around under his pillow for his wand, grabbing hold of it he quickly mutters a silencing charm before he turns to the matter at hand - so to speak. He strokes himself as he thinks about Draco's soft skin, hands down his back, gasping, moans, breathing heavily, gripping hips, arching backs. Harry is lost in a frenzy of motion, colour and heat. His eyes close, his pace quickens, his breathing ragged and his moans begin to form a name. Draco...Draco...Draco...Dra-ohh.

He comes, making a mess in his head and on his stomach.

The next morning, Harry's head was still buzzing. He couldn't believe what he had done last night. He felt himself turn red every time he thought about Draco and the images from the his dreams. He shook those thoughts from his head and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. That's right, a good breakfast will help him get through these bizarre thoughts.

As he entered the hall, he heard Ron and Hermione call out behind him. He turned to greet them as they came rushing over.

"Harry! Wait up!" Ron called out.

They both looked flushed, Harry couldn't tell if it was from running or if they had been...busy that morning. He decided to wipe that though from his brain.

"Hey! You alright?" Harry asked as the three of them walked into the hall.

Ron and Hermione both nodded, staying very close to each other as they found a seat at the Gryffindor table. Harry tried to keep his eyes from wandering to the Slytherin table but he was never very good at self-control when it came to Draco. He couldn't stop his cheeks from heating up when he spotted the familiar head of blonde hair. Hermione noticed Harry's reaction but decided to keep it to herself, a small smile playing on her lips.

They chatted about this and that, argued about the charms homework and Ron asked Harry about his plans for the holidays, knowing that they would both be at the Burrow for the duration of the break. They made plans to go to Diagon Alley but they didn't get much further than that. Harry knew Ron was anxious about going home, knowing his family was still dealing with the loss of Fred and he didn't want to be reminded of his absence. As long as he was at school, he could almost pretend Fred was still alive and that he would see him when he went home.

They walked as a group to Transfiguration, Harry tried to catch another glimpse of Draco but he had already left the hall by the time the trio set off.

As the day wore on, Harry became more and more anxious to talk to Draco, he wanted to thank him for yesterday but he was worried he would be too awkward after what had happened last night.

Luckily for him, Draco was the one to find him after Charms had finished. Harry had just finished packing his quill away when Draco approached him.

"Hey, need a hand?" Draco asked, beginning to roll up the spare parchment on Harry's desk.

"Thanks." Harry replied, trying to keep his voice calm.

They were the last ones left in the classroom, the teacher called out to them to shut the door on their way out, they both nodded.

"So...yesterday was fun. I wish they would give us more time in Hogsmeade though, it felt like we were only there for an hour, it was far too short. Next time maybe we can go to the pub or something...Three Broomsticks?" Harry tended to blabber when he was feeling nervous.

"Ye-yes. I would like that. The holidays are coming up soon though, so we won't get another chance for a while…" Draco replied, only just managing to keep up with Harry.

"That's true…well...we should to stay in contact over the holidays. Maybe we can meet-up in Diagon Alley or something?" Harry suggested, trying not to sound too keen.

Draco smiled and Harry felt his cheeks go redder, his brain flicking back to this thoughts from last night without warning.

"Yeah, that would be great. We could go to the Leaky Cauldron, I've never been there before." Draco replied, he sounded excited.

Harry was floored.

"What do you mean you've never been to the Leaky Cauldron!?"

"My father never let me go there, he said it was for "filthy commoners" or something along those lines." Draco said, rolling his eyes when he quoted his father.

"Well, in that case, we're going to the Leaky Cauldron and you're going to meet some "filthy commoners" like myself." Harry joked, leaning back on his desk as he chuckled.

"How filthy are they?" Draco asked with mock concern, shifting his footing so he was standing directly in front of Harry.

"Very...very filthy." Harry countered, pretending to be very serious but noticing that Draco was practically standing between his legs.

Draco drew closer, a scrutinising look on his face.

"You don't...look that filthy. You look rather clean actually…" Draco trailed off, realising how close he was to Harry.

Their eyes met, neither boy felt they could pull themselves away.

Harry's heart thumped loudy in his ears, his breathing picked up.

Draco's eyes flicked to his lips and back up. Harry could almost feel the body heat radiating off the blonde.

"Draco…" Harry almost-whispered.

BANG.

Both boys jumped in different directions as Peeves flew into the room overhead, swearing and cackling loudly as he threw what appeared to be fairy floss around the room.

Draco and Harry took that moment to run out of the room and slam the door shut behind them, both of them sporting a thoroughly embarrassed look on their faces.

"Library?" Draco asked.

"Yes!" Harry agreed eagerly.

The pair made their way quickly, away from whatever chaos Peeves was about to unleash, trying to forget what a close-call that had been.