Disclaimer:Sweet dreams are when Harry and Draco are mine. And since I kept having nightmares all year long, I guess that means that they are not mine!

Parings: Draco/Harry; Implied: Ron/Hermione and Snape/Hermione(very mild!)

Rating: R/M. Just in case.

Summary:Harry and Draco, who are paired up together for Muggle Studies, are forced to live together in without magic for two months. Will they survive each others wit and charms or does fate have something else in mind?

Author's Note:Sorry this is so late! University started back up again and it's worse than ever! I swear the professors are out to kill us; we don't even have time to sleep anymore. So yeah, updates will be less regular I'm afraid. Sorry about that but it can't be helped. Oh and sorry bout this chapter too, it seems kinda choppy to me. Oh well... Enjoy anyways. Oh and review please! Love you guys to pieces!

I'm Not in Love

Chapter 10

Emotions of Many

He had only remembered waking up this warm and content once in his entire life.

Opening his eyes, Draco blinked owlishly as his eyes adjust to the dark room. It was no more than six o'clock in the morning; the greenish glow of the digital clock on the bedside table informed him so. Snuggling further back into the warmth, Draco smiled lazily at the lethargic feeling of blissful slumber threatened to overtake him once again.

That was before a pair of strong armstighten their hold around his lanky frame.

Forcing himself not to panic, Draco tilted his head upwards towards where he suspected his bed-mate was laying. Meeting a pair of emerald green eyes that were always obstructed by a pair of hideous glasses, Draco finally came to his senses and jumped out from the warm circle of arms with a yelp.

"What the hell!" Draco cried out, the lost of warmth hitting him full force as he shivered slightly at the morning cold.

"What?" another voice laced heavily with sleep replied.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Draco yelled, his arms automatically wrapped themselves around his body, partly in defense and partly to fend of the cold.

"What are you talking about, Malfoy? What did I do?" Harry asked back, puzzlement lacing his voice.

"What the hell do you think you're doing sleeping in the same bed as I am!" Draco yelled again, his face aflame.

Draco watched, partly with amusement and partly with annoyance as Harry slowly regain his bearing.

'Finally' Draco chastised silently as a pair of emerald widen in realization.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry, Malfoy. I was just trying to help. You couldn't breathe and I thought -"

"Save it, Potter. I seriously do not want to know," Draco snapped, cutting Harry off mid sentence, annoyed at Harry's babble. He then walked towards the door and as he reached out for the doorknob, he heard a soft "I'm sorry".

"This changes nothing," Draco replied and with that, he exit the room.


"Good morning, class. I trust that you have had a very pleasant weekend" Professor Yohanna chirped as she stepped into the gloomy seventh year class that morning. Facing the class, she then laughed lightly when she saw a few murderous look thrown her way. It was the first Muggle Studies class they had since the move-in a few weeks ago.

"Great! Now, I have to apologize for my absence for the past few weeks. I was called away by the Ministry regarding this project you are currently doing and I have to say, I have one piece of good news for you lot," she continued as she st at the edge of her table. At this, half of them looked hopefully back at her.

"The project has been cancel?" a hopeful Pansy asked from her seat at the very back of the class.

"I'm afraid not, Miss Parkinson," Professor Yohanna replied and she smiled inwards at the crestfallen faces of her seventh years. "Okay, so I did a bit of false advertising. It might be good news for me but bad news for you. I just receive instruction for your first assignment. It is a combine project with either Potions or Herbology - depends on which elective you choose,"

"What is it about?" Hermione asked, eager to start. As always.

"Your first assignment for this class is an essay. I want 2 roles of parchments long essay about your house mate. If you so happened to have more than one, then you can combine them both into one. Hand it in by next week," she stated.

"2 roles of parchments! What are we going to write about?" Ron shrieked.

"Anything you want as long as it is relevant. Talk. Ask questions. Anyway you do it, and as long as it is legal, I don't mind. But remember, I want you to write an essay about them, not their families. So, as strange as this might sound, I do not want you to consult any books at all," Professor Yohanna replied.

"What! Not consult any books!" Hermione sputtered and at the professor's affirmation, turned quite pale that Ron had to remindedher to breathe while he himself smirked behind her back.

"Oh, and before I forget," she began and then pulled out her wand from her pocket, aiming it at the neatly stacked pile of parchments behind her. All of a sudden, all the parchments zoomed from the table and landed in front of the students, three roles of parchments each. "I want you to use the parchments in front of you instead of your own. I've given an extra sheet of parchment to you, just in case. The parchments are charmed so that you can't write lies about anything. So, if you're planning to make things up, think again."

"Damn," a voice suspiciously like Goyle rasped out.

"So, that is the first part of your combined project. As for the second part, you will need to consult either Professor White or Sprout. They both have a list of what subject the students project will be on," she explained and as soon as she was done, a distance ring of the bell was heard, signaling the end of the class.

"Alright class, time's up. You may go," she said and walked back towards her table to finish up some last minute markings.

Harry sighed tiredly as he slowly pack his bag, stuffing his things carelessly into it. He was quite worried about the latest assignment they had received from the bouncy professor. The things that Malfoy might ask him in the name of research for the assignment was making him nervous. More specifically, questions about his past. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he failed to notice his two best friends coming up behind him. He jumped slightly when he felt Ron's hand on his shoulder.

"Harry, are you alright? You seem kinda pale," Ron voiced out as he withdrew his hand from Harry's shoulder. Breathing a sigh of relief, Harry nodded his head.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired," he replied, pulling his closed bag onto his shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

"Tired? But it's barely noon," Hermione said while giving Harry a very pointed look which Harry ignored.

"I just didn't sleep well last night. Nothing to worry about. We got potions next, 'Mione," Harry said, changing the subject.

"And I got herbology. Speaking of which, I better go. Seamus is waiting for me. See you two at lunch alright?" Ron said and then ran ahead to where Seamus along with Padma werewaiting. Looking around, Harry spotted Dean walking with Lavender a few steps ahead of them while talking to each other with deep concentration to what the other was saying. Not wanting to interrupt them, Harry signal to Hermione that they should follow them.

"What happened yesterday?" Hermione asked falling in step with Harry.

"Pomfrey finally showed up around noon and declare that Malfoy was fit enough to return to class today. She didn't want us missing out on anything else since we have already missed two weeks worth of classes. She just said that Malfoy will be more tired than usual for a few days as his body adjusts back to its previous condition," Harry explained, recapping what had happened after the incident the morning after Draco had taken the cleansing potion. He then yawned loudly, barely covering his mouth as he did so.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked, concerned as she observed Harry's pale face and tired appearance.

"I'm okay. Just tired. Please don't look so much into it. I don't want Ron to worry," Harry said. Pulling the bag closer towards him with one hand, Harry then used his left hand to rub his tired eyes behind his glasses while yawning softly.

Hermione couldn't help but smiled at the adorable sight her best friend made when he was tired. Even though Harry was the most powerful wizard alive, he seemed to transform into a child when he rubbed his eyes to chase away the sleep. A few feet in front of them, Hermione could hear the quiet 'aww' that came from Lavender and a chuckle from Dean as they turn to watch Harry.

"What?" Harry mumbled, blushing slightly and Hermione laughed.

"Nothing. C'mon, let's get to class," Hermione answered as she pulled Harry towards the dungeon, unaware of another pair of eyes that watched the whole scene from afar.


Stepping into the potion classroom, Harry felt a distinct pain that always accompany the memories he had of the late Potion Master. Severus was the only reason why Harry was still taking up Potions and although he wasn't the brightest student in the class, he wasn't hopeless either. Reaching out and taking Hermione's hand in his, Harry gave it a gentle squeeze as he pulled her by the hand towards their regular seat which was in the middle of the class.

"Good Morning class. Please settle down," Professor White, a quiet man in his late thirties called out from the front of the class. "Thank you. As all of you may or may not know, today's lesson is about the two way project that you and your house mate have been assigned to. Because of this, I would like you to sit with your house mate before we begin. As for those of you whose house mate does not take this particular subject, please pair up amongst yourself."

Once again, Harry sighed,although this time, inwardly as he looked over at Draco's scowling face. Knowing that the blond would refuse to move, Harry gathered up his stuff and switched over to Draco's workstation while throwing Hermione a small smile.

"Excellent. Now, your assignment for today is simple enough. I want a proposal from you and your partner on which potion the both of you think might help you in getting the best result when getting to know each other better. It can be any potion you wish, as long as it is legal and you can brew it yourselves that is. As for those whose house mate is not here, you need to consult with your house mate whether it is best to use a potion for your purpose or another type of plant. Either use a potion or pick a plant that have a specific property in them that can help you to achieve your goal in understanding each other better. For example, you can either choose a truth enhancing potion or a type of plant that will able you to read each other's mind. Are we clear on that?" Professor White explained and everyone nodded their head in response.

"Very good. As that is your assignment, I shall leave it at that. Please hand in your proposal on which potion you wish to use by your next class. You and your partner will brew the potion then and if I see fit, you can administer it to each other within the time limit given to write up your report. Now as for today's lesson..."

At this, Harry turned and looked discreetly at Draco who was rapidly paying attention to today's lecture and once in awhile taking down some notes. Tuning out the professor's voice after he had finished telling them of their overnight assignment, a thought crossed his mind as his eyes focused on the words he had written on his parchment.

What would it have been like if he had taken Draco's hand that day. Would things be any different?

Harry snorted softly at his own thoughts. Of course things would be different. For one, he wouldn't have beenbe sorted into Gryffindor with Ron and Hermione and he and Draco wouldn't be in this situation they were in right now. But, looking back, Harry knew it at the very back of his mind that somehow, a tiny part of himself wished that he had taken Draco's hand that day.

At this thought, Harry's left hand automatically reached back and caressed through the layers of his uniform the tattoo he knew would vanish in a couple of weeks. How would it feel like to do this to a person who trust him instead of his sworn enemy. But then again, Draco wasn't his sworn enemy. It was just a silly schoolyard rivalry and not for the first time in his life, Harry wished it wasn't the situation between the both of them.

Now, looking back down at his piece of parchment, Harry smiled to himself. He knew which potion he wanted to use. But the question was, would Draco go for it?


"Okay Malfoy, let's get this over with," Harry sighed as he sat Indian style across from Draco at the coffee table. The fire was burning merrily behind Draco that Harry couldn't help but think of an angel when he was looking at the blond. Harry snorted at the thought. Angel in disguise was more like it.

"We are suppose to suggest a potion that we think might help us in getting to know one another better. Obviously we need to come up with some version of a truth serum," Draco said as he consult the parchment that Professor White had given the both of them earlier that morning.

"Obviously. The question now is which one?" Harry asked.

"Veritaserum, of course," Draco smirked.

"Can you be more original?" Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"Why? Scared that I might actually find out your deepest darkest secret and sell it to Witch Weekly?" Draco sneered.

"You wish. Besides, I don't think they'll buy some sob story about a boy who lived in a closet for the first ten years of his life," Harry replied.

"Who?" Draco asked, wondering who that poor boy was but Harry waved him off.

"Nobody you know, I assure you," Harry replied. Draco was curious about the boy and a part of him felt sorry for him, but he wasn't about to let Harry in on that. Instead, he ignored it.

"So Potter, which potion do you think we should use?" Draco asked almost mockingly.

Harry didn't answer him straight away but instead, he stood up and walked towards the glass sliding door that led to the balcony and looked outat the oblique view of London. He was lost in thoughts; Draco knew this by the endless emotions that passed through his usually smiling face but for the life of him, Draco could not figure what the memories were.

But when the once smiling face turned into a sad and remorse ones for a longer period of time, Draco couldn't help but want to know what happened that warranted the emotion that was now freely displayed. It was then that he realized that he knew next to nothing about what makes his nemesis tick.

'What happened to you, Harry Potter,' Draco found himself asking quietly.

"Seritaserum," Harry said quietly after a small eternity.

At this, Draco couldn't be bothered to hide his surprise.

"Seritaserum?" Draco asked, his hands that was holding his quill tighten its hold. At Harry's nod, Draco inhaled deeply.

"A hybrid of Veritaserum, it forces the drinker to tell the truth but instead of stripping the drinker of his free will, Seritaserum ables the drinker the freedom of letting which truth they want to tell and at the same time, adding the most important factor in which the truth is best heard with: emotions," Harry recited from memory of a paragraph from their potion text.

"I know what it is," Draco snapped defensively and watched at Harry shrugged in response.

Seritaserum. Draco couldn't help but smile at the name of the potion. It was his idea to name the potion as it was now. The potion was a three way product of Severus, Hermione and himself. It was a relatively new potion; it was only discovered and perfected less then a year ago. The idea behind the theory of the potion was Severus' which was why it was him who took all the credit. Seritaserum was a milder version of Veritaserum and although it had absolutely no use for the Ministry, it was one of the most widely used potion, much to the late Potion's Master's amusement.

"Why Seritaserum?" Draco found himself asking.

"Why Seritaserum?" Harry repeated the question with a sigh. "Honestly, I don't know. It was the first potion that popped into my head, I guess."

"But why not Veritaserum altogether?" Draco asked again. At this, Harry turned back around and walked back to his seat, looking passively at Draco before siting back down with one graceful movement.

"I would like to be aware of what I'm telling you, Malfoy. Is that too much for me to ask of you?" Harry replied humorously but his eyes was missing its usual twinkle.

Draco leaned back against his outstretched arms behind him and studied the Gryffindor in front of him and not for the first time in his life, he wished he knew what Harry was thinking.

"According to Severus, emotion is the essence of every truth," Draco said and Harry nodded.

"I know."

"Why, Potter? That's all I want to know," Draco stressed, giving the Gryffindor another chance to back out from his own idea.

"No more lies. No more deceit. No more backstabbing. It all ends here," Harry answered, looking straight into Draco's blue-gray eyes.

Lost in the lush green of Harry's emerald eyes, Draco knew there was no way at all that he could refuse the chance to learn more about Harry instead of what he had only heard about. He knew there was a trade off to his curiosity; that Harry will have an equal chance to know an infinite amount of anything from Draco as well but for once, Draco decided to throw all caution to the wind and risk it.

It was about time he let someone in anyways and the irony was that he choose Harry Potter of all people.

"Okay. Seritaserum it is," Draco agreed, his voice barely a whisper.

He could have sworn that he saw the corner of Harry's lips turned upwards slightly as he bent his head to start their research for their proposal.


Draco groaned, silently cursing the fact that he had, for once in his life, managed to sleep on the carpeted floor for some length of time, the book he had been reading earlier on was still open beside his head. Stretching his stiff body, he then pushed himself up into a sitting position, wondering what was it that had jolted him out of his peaceful slumber. Looking around the now dimmed living room, Draco only managed to trace the outlined of Harry's frame sleeping on the other side of the coffee table they had been studying at. Draco noted that his glasses rested on an open book above his head as well.

Yawning slightly, Draco then reached forward to close the book and placed it on the table. Last night had been very successful; they had managed to finish their proposal that was assigned by Professor White. Feeling rather thirsty despite the late hour, Draco then stretched his body one last time and stood up, rather unsteadily, to get himself a glass of water. It was then that he heard the whimper.

It was only a soft one, Draco had barely heard it even though the night was still. At first Draco thought that he had only imagined it, with him practically half asleep on his feet but then, he heard it again. This time, the whimper was much louder.

Since there was only another person in the apartment with him, Draco immediately suspected that it was Harry who had been whimpering. Draco smirked to himself, thinking that he might finally able to catch Harry in one of his most embarrassing moments where he was having a wet dream about someone. Forgetting his quest for a glass of water all together, he then walked over towards where Harry was lying and stood beside his withering body.

"No, please, stop it. Not him, anyone but him," Harry whispered desperately, his hands seems to reach towards something. At this, Draco's smirk faltered.

Finally, from this position, Draco was able to see what he had only heard rumors about. The life of The-Boy-Who-Lived was never private to begin with and, being a student of Hogwarts himself, Draco had always managed to grasp some odd gossip of Harry once in awhile. Some of them was as far fetched as to say that Harry somehow could never tear himself away from all the violent nightmare of his past, present and what could be his future. Draco had ever believe any of it, thinking that it was just one of Harry's plan to gain more attention and popularity.

That is, until now.

Harry was almost violent, trashing about in his sleep, seemingly unable to escape it. He was mumbling incoherent babbles to himself, turning from side to side, his head banging on of the leg of the coffee table a few times. Draco couldn't move, paralyzed to the spot, seeing his nemesis in his most vulnerable state yet. It was only when the tears started that Draco seem to jolt out of whatever state he was in and knelt down beside Harry.

"Potter, wake up. Come on, it is just a dream. Wake up," Draco said, shaking Harry's body slightly but instead of waking Harry, it only seems to make it worse.

"No! Get away from me! Let me go! I've got to protect him, he's the only one I have left! Let me go!" Harry yelled, his hands pushing Draco away, going as far as to smack him. Hard.

"Ouch! Potter, you bastard. You are so going to pay for that later," Draco mumbled to himself as his left hand massaged his right cheek gently. He was tempted to leave the Gryffindor alone and let him ride out the nightmare but when the tears stared to pour tenfold accompanied with heavy sobs, Draco couldn't help but felt his heart break at the sight.

Inspiration striking him suddenly, Draco proceeded to jumped up and straddle the sobbing boy. Grabbing his wrist firmly but gently, Draco held it above Harry's head so that the latter couldn't hit him anymore while using his own body weight to hold Harry's body down.

"Harry, please. Wake up. It's only a dream. They can't hurt you anymore," Draco whispered closely beside Harry's left ear while his hands that was grasping hold of Harry's protesting ones, caressed it gently. Harry then turned his head to the left and buried his face against the crook of Draco's neck, sobbing softly. "Open your eyes, Harry."

At first, Draco didn't think that Harry would do as he asked, thinking that he was still trapped in the nightmare that was his past but as he felt the fluttering of Harry's long eyelashes against the side of his neck, Draco couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Draco?" Harry mumbled, his voice thick with emotion.

"Yeah. Are you okay?" Draco asked softly. For a few moments, Harry didn't move and Draco thought that he had fallen back to sleep until he felt a minute movement at the side of his neck. Then, sensing the obvious closeness of their frames, Draco let go of Harry's wrist, after giving it one final caress, and made a move to get up when a pair of shaking arms wrapped itself around his narrow waist. "Harry?"

"Don't go. I'm scared," Harry whispered as he tighten his hold around the blond.

At this, Draco couldn't stop the soft smile that was forming across his lips. Assuming his previous position on top of Harry, Draco then ran his hand through Harry's wild hair while marveling at the softness of it.

"It's okay, I've got you. I'm not going anywhere," Draco whispered back, and with that, Harry smiled back. Listening to Draco's voice whispering sweet reassurance to him, Harry couldn't help but hope that there was a deeper meaning to the actions and words Draco had so freely shown him at that moment; that behind that almost loving caress, somebody actually cared for him, even only to see him suffer sometime in the near future.

Harry couldn't help but hope.


Owh, and Seritaserum, as you guys might have figured it out by now, is my own creation. Tell me what you think bout it! And yeah, it got kinda fast towards the end.