Fic Title: Dreaming

Author: Psychotic Ditz

Summary: Draco Malfoy: cold-hearted and arrogant, but is it all a façade? I think not… A story of troublesome relationship that does not lead to his supposed good, fluffy side.

Rating: PG13

A/N: Here it is, Chapter number 2! I want to thank everyone who reviewed the first chapter and assure them that I plan to continue. It takes awhile though, you can't exactly be in a happy mood to write this one. ;)

The next morning I didn't even mind waking up, despite my late night. I was basking in the afterglow and relishing the fact that I would see Draco at breakfast. Would he smile at me or would he smirk? Would he even look at me? Or would he think I was a slut for sleeping with him so quickly?

Yes, guilt and infatuation were rivaling inside me. On one hand, I was elated, head over heels. On the other, I had to wonder where my morals had gone. I hadn't been brought up with any sort of motherly advice or precautions on this issue because, as much as I loved my guardian Remus, he was still a guy.

So I skipped down to the Great Hall, floated to the Gryffindor table, and poured myself some tea. Ginny followed a step behind, still half asleep. She was even less of a morning person than I normally was.

"What are you so happy about?" she asked accusingly.

"Nothing," I chirped and sat down where I could clearly see the Slytherin table. Ginny made a bowl of oatmeal and at the mush glumly. He finally walked in the hall, pristine and glorious as ever, and flanked by his two… goons? friends? Who knew? Who cared? Nothing mattered but him.

He sat down a helped himself to tea, eggs, and bacon. Pansy sat across from him, blocking my view a bit, but he ignored her. He spoke to sixth year Weston Patterson and listened to scrawny Blaise Zabini. Ah, he was kind and sympathetic to his inferiors (and they were all inferiors.)

Finally, Gin stood up and told me that it was time to go. I saw Draco rising as well and felt my heart sink. Not a glance. How could I have been so stupid? No, now I was just part of his harem. I wanted to kick myself.

I sat with Gin through History of Magic and Divination. We had long ago decided that putting those two back to back was basically inviting you to fall asleep, but today I was grateful as it gave me plenty of time to think.

At lunch, Gin was much more refreshed, having had gotten to sleep for another three hours or so. Once again I was watching Draco, but this time I had to act like I was listening to her as well. She almost caught me when she asked, "So what's with the renewed interest in the Dragon?"

"Wh-what are you talking about?" I asked, tearing my eyes off of his perfect countenance.

"Well, you've been staring at him all lunch, and if I remember correctly, breakfast too."

"You're one to talk," I muttered "Besides you were half asleep at breakfast."

"Was not."

"Were to!" Gin sighed.

"I'd thought you had gotten over him."

"Yeah, so did I," I said. She already knew anyway.

"So, what happened?"

"I fucked him." I waited for a reaction. I waited for a screech or a "yeah, right." When none came, I turned back to her (my eyes had slipped back to Draco at some point in the conversation.) She was just staring at me.

"You- you didn't really, did you?" she whispered. I felt the urge to look down but forced myself to keep eye contact. I was not ashamed. I had wanted it as much as he had and it had not been lack of willpower. Definitely not.

"Yes, I did." I replied steadily, daring her to say I shouldn't have.

"Wow," was all she said finally. And then- "how was it?"

I smirked. "Wonderful."

"What about Jesse?" Jesse had been this Muggle guy I had "fallen in love with" over the summer. We never exactly broke up; both saying that we'd get back together at the end of the school year, but I think we both knew it was bull. He had been my first, my deflower-er.

"Jesse who?" I asked laughing. Jesse was nothing- Nothing- compared to Draco Malfoy. Gin rolled her eyes, but I could see a smile coming on.

"Well. I really can't believe it."

"Me neither."

"What are you going to do now?" she asked. I bit my lip. I had no idea.

"I… don't know," I admitted.

"You're going to see him again right?" Sweet, innocent Ginny, to whom the act of making love was as sacred as a wedding vow. How was I to tell her that it had been a spur-of-the-moment type thing? A one-night stand? She'd never get it.

"You see, that's the thing. We didn't exactly make plans or anything." All right, I couldn't help it. I looked down. My green beans looked more unappetizing than ever.

"Well, I'm sure he's just waiting for the right time to ask. Hogsmeade weekend coming up, you know."

"No. No, Gin, I don't think it's like that. I mean he hasn't even looked at me all day. He probably thinks I'm some huge… huge…"

"Scarlet lady?" Gin offered. I scowled at her.

"Sorry," she said. "Well, you just have to make sure he knows that you're interested. Make sure you get him alone. Where did you meet him last night?" Wow, Ginny the Matchmaker: Where did this come from? Still, she had a point. It wouldn't hurt to be outside the entrance hall at the same time as last night. If nothing more, it gave me the perfect excuse for a smoke. I looked up and smiled.

"Thanks, Gin." God, I hope this works.

He was already there when I stepped outside. I lit up and walked over to where he was standing. We looked out at the lake for a time, though I kept glancing over at him out of the corner of my eye. He never took his eyes off the scenery.

Finally, he ground out his cigarette butt and started walking away. I didn't know what to do- here had been my chance and I hadn't said a word. Should I say something now?

"Are you coming?" he asked as I was contemplating. I spun around and saw him standing at the door just as I had yesterday. I dropped my fag and took his hand. We walked silently to his prefect's room in the dungeons. I barely remembered the way from last time, as I had been too busy being seduced to notice much else.

When we stepped inside his room a fire immediately sprang to life in the hearth. His bed was made, and his desk was tidy. He turned to me slightly smirking and took me by the shoulders. I closed my eyes as his lips came down upon mine, harder than last time but no less intoxicating. He led me over to the bed, lips still locked, and pushed me backwards softly. I landed on the soft down comforter and felt my conscious kick in.

"Mmm," I protested against his mouth. He pulled back and stared down at me.

"What?" he asked, perturbed at being interrupted. I bit my lip.

"Um… Draco what are we?" He just raised an eyebrow, making me feel stupid. Then he sighed and rolled off me. He sat up.

"What do you want us to be?" he asked. "Do you want to be a couple- running around holding hands and being all lovey-dovey and losing all of our respect? Do you want us to 'keep it a secret' like a game of hide and seek- worrying about when we can spend time together and if people are getting suspicious? Or do you just want us to let it be what it is- no real commitments, no obligations, just keep it simple?"

It was obvious which one he wanted me to choose. He didn't need a girlfriend with every girl at Hogwarts dying to have him. He was too confident to need someone else to complete him, to need any relationship to feel secure. Besides, it would ruin his reputation. But what about me? Ginny's face popped into my head unbidden.

"What do you mean he's not you're boyfriend? You see each other every night don't you?" She'd never understand, and I doubt I could live with myself if I went along with what he wished. It was too close to being submissive and brought to mind the words "low self-esteem". That didn't sit well with me.

Draco turned to look at me with those cold gray eyes. "Well?" he asked.

"I don't know," I whispered. He sighed and looked disappointed, like I had let him down, and I started to get angry. How dare he ask me to be his- his… fuckbuddy. Friend-with-benefits. But he didn't even want to be friends. I was about to retort, but once again, he beat me to it.

"Gryffindors," he muttered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked indignantly. Ah, yes, here comes my feminist side: don't let him treat you like that, Girl!

"Nothing," he said. "Can't we just…." Damn those eyes. Damn them to hell! I could feel my anger fading as quickly as it had arisen. As if sensing it, he leaned over and kissed me, soft once again. This time when he pushed me onto my back, I gave in. If I didn't, he'd just go to a more willing whore anyway, my mind argued. It was weak, I knew, but Oh God! was he good.

When it was over, I started to get up and gather my clothes. I had to sneak back to Gryffindor Tower again, but when I went to move I felt his arms grip around my waist tighter.

"Don't," he whispered huskily, sleepily.

"Don't what?" I whispered back.

"Don't leave me." Frankly, I was shocked. I mean, here was Draco Malfoy, Malfoy for Christ's Sakes, asking me to… to what? To hold him? To wait with him until he fell asleep? No way in hell. I mean, I had stayed last night, but I just thought he had been allowing me to so that I'd be willing the next day. Now I wasn't so sure. My maternal and psychiatric side immediately analyzed this as a cry for help. A need to be touched wanted, needed. It would certainly explain his reputation for bedding so many girls. But then, he was Draco Malfoy, and as I said before, he didn't have weaknesses like that.

Of course, I stayed and held him until he went to sleep. What else did you expect me to do? I watched him sleep for about an hour before I finally got up. So soft and gentle, you had to wonder what made him act so cold in his waking hours. And, being me, I became determined to find out.