A/N: Hehehe, you guys are going to love this chapter... well, maybe not. It could be disturbing and I just might leave you hanging... Enjoy!

Chapter 11: A Dream

That night Harry started a very promising dream. He was walking into the Quidditch locker room. The shower was running and the room was filling up quickly with steam. He knew there was no one else down there besides him and the person who was in the shower. His mind began imagining who he was going to see through the steam.

He knew it was Draco. He knew that he would see Draco's naked form standing beneath the shower head, eyes closed, and water cascading down his body leaving nothing to the imagination. He knew that his hair would be a little tussled, and he knew that it would hang just perfectly, framing his high cheekbones. He knew that when Draco opened his eyes they would shine brightly and stand out against his pale skin. Harry was aching as he drew closer, sifting through the fog. He started to strip off his clothes, ready to join Draco beneath the warm water. He was so close now. He didn't think he could hold off much longer. He looked down as he stepped onto the tile of the shower stall. Draco was within his reach. He was down to nothing as he reached out to touch Draco's shoulder.

He should have realized that something was wrong. He didn't remember Draco having any freckles. He didn't see his back when they had made out the day before, but he was pretty sure there were no freckles on his body. Harry frowned in confusion. He shrugged it off as being something that he didn't see on Draco. He reached out again and gripped Draco's shoulder. He watched as he turned around to look at him. Harry's mouth dropped open in horror as he looked up at the person he thought was Draco. He let out a horrified scream and back pedaled out of the shower stall nearly tripping over his own two feet. He scrambled for his clothes and ran from the Quidditch locker room, unable to shake the memory of what he saw in the shower. It was implanted in his brain, never to leave again.

Harry shot straight up in bed, sweat pouring from his face. He looked around him, breathing heavily. He looked down at himself, his pajamas were still on. He let out a sigh in relief and started to settle into his bed again until the image of the shower scene popped into his head. He groaned and jumped out of bed. He had to get this out of his head.

He slipped into his shoes and pulled on a sweatshirt before he grabbed his invisibility cloak and left the dorm. He stopped in the common room and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. He scribbled something down, folded it up, and charmed it. It quickly disappeared and Harry threw his cloak over himself and quickly left the common room. He had one destination in mind and he didn't want to waste his time getting there.

He ran down all the steps and made it to the dungeon in record time. He stood a several feet in front of the Slytherin common room door, waiting impatiently. After several long seconds, the door finally opened and a very tired looking Draco Malfoy stumbled out.

"Potter, this better be good," he mumbled tiredly. Harry threw off his cloak and leapt up and against Draco, pushing him against the wall. He planted his lips firmly on Draco's and ground his hips into his. Draco was fully awake now. He snaked his arms around Harry and pulled him closer, deepening their kiss. He felt Harry open his mouth and run his tongue across his bottom lip. Draco responded easily and their tongues lashed together hungrily. Soon Harry was slipping his hands up and underneath Draco's shirt, dragging his fingers up and down his back. Harry left Draco's lips and kissed a path to the place between his neck and shoulder. Draco was breathing heavily, feeling like he was going to burst at any moment.

After a moment, his brain caught up with him and he pushed Harry away. Harry looked up at him as he stumbled backwards looking confused. "Potter, what the hell is going on?" he demanded.

"Shh, no talking please. Just want you," Harry muttered as he tried to get himself back into Draco's arms. Draco held up his hands to stop him.

"I don't think so. Not until you tell me what's going on. Are you cheating on me?" Draco questioned placing a hand on his hip.

Harry stared at him with wide eyes. His brain was quite muddled and he wasn't expecting Draco's question. "Um… cheating on you? Don't you have to be like my boyfriend or exclusive or something to well, cheat?"

It was dark in the hallway, but Harry was pretty sure Draco was blushing deeply. Draco ran a hand through his hair and glanced down the hallway. "That's beside the point, what is going on? I need my beauty sleep you know," Draco responded avoiding the cheating comment.

Harry let it go, but it was now his turn to blush. He wasn't so sure he wanted to tell Draco about his dream now. "Well, you see, I had a dream, it started out wonderfully actually," he began.

Draco grinned and lifted an eyebrow. "Oh yeah, was I in it?"

"Well, I thought you were…" Harry trailed off.

Draco frowned and crossed his arms. "Okay…" he responded, waiting for him to continue.

Harry sighed and then took a deep breath. "Basically I was in the Quidditch locker rooms and the shower was running and the room was filling with steam and well, I was walking towards the shower, imaging that it was you under the shower and well, I, uh, well I got really excited about it and so I took all my clothes off and then I stepped into the shower stall to join you and then I noticed something…" Harry explained.

Draco grinned liking his dream very much. "My nice arse?"

Harry chuckled, but shook his head. "No, although it is nice," Draco gave him a nod as if to say 'of course,' and then allowed Harry to continue. "Okay, so I noticed that you had some freckles on your back and well, I've never seen your back, but I was pretty sure you don't have freckles so it kind of confused me," Harry stopped.

"I don't have freckles on my back," Draco replied looking suspicious.

Harry blushed. "Right, well, um, I guess that leads to the next part. I reached out to you, grabbed your shoulder, and turned you around. Only it wasn't you," Harry paused and looked away again, blushing deeply.

"As it turns out, I don't really like this dream," Draco responded, some annoyance in his tone.

"Yeah, well I don't like it much either because of who it was," Harry continued.

"Potter, get it over with. Who was it? Who is my competition?" Draco demanded.

Harry looked horrified. "Definitely not competition, definitely not… Okay, when I turned the person around, it was…." Harry gulped, unable to finish.

"Oh, Potter, come on! Who was it? Weasel or something?" he asked, chuckling.

Harry looked up with wide eyes and nodded slowly. Draco stopped laughing and stared at him. "It was the She Weasel, right?" he questioned carefully.

Harry shook his head and Draco's eyes widened looking as horrified as Harry had earlier. "No…" he started. Harry nodded and blushed and looked away.

"Oh, Potter, you poor guy. We need to get that image out of your head, and mine too. Come on, let's go," Draco said as he started heading down the hallway in the direction of the front doors.

Harry stared after him. "Wait! Where are we going?" he called after him.

"To the Quidditch locker rooms of course," Draco responded. He looked over his shoulder at Harry and gave him the sexiest grin Harry had ever seen and followed up with a wink.