Well, you know, I never thought this story would be any kind of a hit, but judging from your reviews you like it! Yea! I finally wrote one good story! I am currently working on another story, but this piece of work will always come first! Well, okay, I have some answers to a few of your questions:
Pepsi-Don't you think that there are spells for that? And I promise that I'll try to be nice to Harry!
Everyone who asked what happened to Chapter 3-My bad! Sorry, but it's up now, so never fear, slash (mild for starters, but gets much less mild in the later chapters!) is here!
I own none of these characters! Get on with the story!

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It was Sunday morning, and Draco was sleeping like a baby, Harry on the other hand was just waking up. He yawned loudly and got up, going to the bathroom that the two boys shared (and surprise, surprise, kept remarkably clean!) he glanced casually at the mirror as he passes on his way to the shower, and stopped dead in his tracks.
"My hair!" Harry yelled grabbing his head. "Ahh, my hair!" Harry looked at what remained of his hair. It had been cut in a fashion that looked a little bit like Dracos's, only it had a look as if a three year old had tried their hand at being a barber.
"Malfoy!" Harry yelled walking angrily toward the blond haired boys bed. "What have you done to my hair," Harry yelled in Malfoy's face shaking the sleeping boy rudely awake.
"What, don't you like what I've done with it?" Malfoy yawned.
"What in the bloody hell were you thinking? This is my hair, not yours mine! What in the hell were you thinking?" Harry yelled.
"Ummm, lets see, how about that last night's dinner hypnotized me and warped my fragile little mind into cutting your hair, there, how about that?" Draco said sarcastically.
"Malfoy, you are going to pay!" Harry went over to one of Malfoy's trunks searching through his truck until he obviously found what he was looking for, Malfoy didn't care what Harry was looking for, if he broke anything he could just a new one, but what Harry came up with wasn't anything valuable…it was scissors.
"Now, what are you planning to do with those?" Draco asked yawning. Harry answered by getting his wand out and saying a spell (the spell was one for the scissors to only cut hair, not skin), then suddenly he leapt a Malfoy grabbing a tuft of the boys blond hair and cutting it off.
"AHHHHH! NO!" Malfoy yelled grabbing his wand and yelling, "ACCIO SCISSORS" A second pair of scissors flew out of another trunk in the room and into Draco's hand. Draco, turned around on his back and grabbed some of Harry's hair chopping that off.
"They fought like this for a few moments before Dumbledore showed up.
"Stop! Stop it now I say!" Dumbledore yelled grabbing both of the boys, who were still struggling to chop one another's hair off, by their collars and pulling them apart. Upon realizing that Dumbledore was there Harry and Draco immediately stopped fighting. Harry looked up at Dumbledore who was looking more angry then he had ever seen him (except of course for last year when he stopped the fake Mad Eye Moody) but Dumbledore's face quickly changed into a face that looked as if he were trying to stop a smile but was fighting a losing battle, and finally he gave in and began to laugh long and loud. He let got of the two boys and was keeled over in fits of laughter. The two boys looked at each other, and realized what Dumbledore was laughing at…it was their hair. Draco ran into the bathroom and let out a piercing scream (manly scream though surprise, surprise!) Harry reluctantly went into the bathroom and seeing his hair groaned in embarrassment, and then began to laugh hysterically.
"I think that this is enough punishment for you, but hold on…anti-reverso! " Dumbledore said. It was the un-reversing spell, their hair would be like this until it grew back. Dumbledore gave one final chuckle then walked out the door. Draco looked in the mirror again, he looked like he was about to cry.
"My hair, my beautiful hair!" Draco whined. "I can't go to breakfast like this, I'll be laughed at!"
"Put on a hat, then!" Harry said getting out a blue faded baseball cap and cramming it on his head. Draco searched through his four trunks before finally emerging with a green beret, which he put on carefully so as not to mess up his…err mainly what was left of his hair. The two of them went down to the great hall not speaking to each other, not even looking at each other.
When they entered the Great Hall which was full of students eating breakfast, they were given many curious stares, probably because of their hats, which were quite an oddity to be seen wearing at Hogwarts. They made their way to the little table where they were doomed to eat together for 6 months. They had just begun to eat their breakfast when they heard Dumbledore, their herald of doom's, voice.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, please remove those hats, as you may know, they are not in the dress code." Harry and Draco gave Dumbledore a look of pure desperation, Dumbledore nodded and they slowly took their hats off. The Great hall became deadly quite before erupting into laughter. Both Harry and Draco turned a brilliant shade of red, before running out of the room. Ron and Hermione followed.
"Harry, what happened?" Hermione asked.
"Lets just say that Malfoy gave me a little haircut," Harry answered putting his hat back on.
"What in bloody hell did you do that for?" Ron yelled at Malfoy.
"Well, how do you think I got this wonderful haircut?" Draco said sneering.
"Well, if you hadn't given me that little trim last night, this never would have happened!" Harry yelled.
"And if you would have just gotten a haircut like I told you to, I never would have had to give you a little trim!" Draco yelled back. Harry was about to say something else when Hermione started busting up laughing.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked puzzled.
"You two are arguing like an old married couple! It's hilarious!" Hermione said between fits of giggles.
"We are not!" Harry and Draco said simultaneously. This made Hermione laugh even more.
"Oh sod off, you filthy mudblood!" Draco said. Draco, sensing his danger, began to run down the hall as fast as he could, Harry didn't bother following him.
"Let me get in trouble, I don't care!" Harry said walking off with Ron and Hermione.
Draco ran until he was sure that he was far away from Potter, Weasly, and the mudblood. He sighed and leaned against the nearest wall, catching his breath. He sank to his knees, weak with the struggle of containing disturbing thoughts about a certain boy, who just happened to have black hair. He kept trying to convince himself that he didn't feel anything for Har…Potter, not even arousal. He couldn't attract him, he was his enemy!
"Ahhh, why, why does it have to be him?" Draco growled into his hands. "I wish I never would have walked in on him!" But Draco knew that it wouldn't have mattered if he had or hadn't seen Harry dressing, these thoughts had been dormant in his mind ever since he first saw him in Madam Malkin's. Draco had managed to convince himself for four years that the only feelings he had for Harry were hate and loathing, but his mind knew better, and his constant dreams about Harry betrayed his inner thoughts and longings. Seeing him half naked only set them off. Draco sighed and fell into a deep sleep filled with the dreams that he both craved and cursed.

Draco was sitting on his bed looking up at someone…it was Harry. He starred up at the green-eyed boy's face, perfect in every way. Draco found himself swooning under the look Harry was giving him, and suddenly Harry pulled him up by the shoulders and brought him into a searing kiss. Draco's mouth fell open in surprise, and Harry took advantage of the situation, sliding his tongue along Draco's lower lips causing Draco to shiver, then dragging it slowly along the upper part of his mouth, sending waves of pleasure throughout Draco's body. The taste of passion and desire stayed on his lips even after Harry had abandoned his lips in favor of his neck, slowly pulling his tongue along the hollow of his neck, and planting light kisses up his neck and on his cheek then returning to his lips. Harry abruptly stopped kissing him, and walked away. Draco opened his eyes, and reached put to the retreating boy. "Harry, don't go, oh Harry, it felt so good. I want you Harry, I need you, don't go!" Draco moaned. Harry stopped and walked back towards Harry, and all of a sudden seized his shoulders and began to roughly shake him.

"Malfoy! Wake up!" Harry said, his voice sounded miles away. Draco's eyes snapped open and he was painfully aware of the fact that he talked in his sleep 99.9% of the time, and that he had a major erection from the dream he had just been awakened from.
"Harry…I mean Potter! What are you doing here?" Draco asked anxiously.
"Never mind what I'm doing here, what in bloody hell were you dreaming of?" Harry said.

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Bwahahahahaha! Aren't I just a meanie leaving you on such a cliffhanger? What in the world will Draco say? How much did Draco hear? Oooh, and the ultimate question…we know what Draco feels for Harry, but what does Harry feel for Draco? Well check back, new chapter soon!