HEEEELLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO, ME DARLINGS!!! Aaaaah yes, 'tis the moment you've all been waiting for! FINALLY… The 6th chapter of Dreams has arrived!!!! Written by moi, yours truly, Riyna*Riddle!!!

As this fic was began before TOOTP came out, I don't think Harry is depressed enough as he should be what with him-that-I-shall-not-say-incase-any-readers-out-there-have-yet-to-read-TOOTP dieing and all. Therefore I intend to continue as I started. That's not saying he won't get depressed later though. Angst rocks.

I did have a chapter half written. Then my computer screwed up and Dad had to wipe the drive. Luckily, I didn't like that chapter much. So here is the new-improved version! Enjoy!

The cheese has gone hard. But I have some biscuits somewhere….

Oh, and a little note to the lovely Reviewer…. I am both old enough and wise enough to choose for myself with whom I write. And, myself, I greatly enjoy Forfirith's writing. I assure you, neither she nor I am are going down, as you so kindly put it. Finally, my dear Reviewer, I give you the one finger-salute.

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Harry Potter was not normally an aggressive boy. Indeed, he had been voted 'Boy least likely to grow up a deranged and violent delinquent' 5 times in a row by Witch Weekly.

He was, truth be told, a calm, rational, reasonable, and even-tempered young man.

That didn't stop him enjoying 'waking Malfoy up'. Revenge, after all, is sweet.

'Wake… Up… You… Stupid… Fat… Moronic… Slytherin… Snobbish…. Bastard….!' Yelled the aforementioned Harry, cheerily hitting the unconscious Malfoy repeatedly in the face with his slightly deflated pillow.

Malfoy blinked, looked up, and was treated to a brilliant view of the pillow sailing down to meet him, trailing feathers.

He did the only sensible thing.

'EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!' scweamed the terrified boy, sitting up amazingly fast, grabbing the pillow and whacking Harry round the face with it, all in the space of 5 seconds.

Harry blinked (A/N: YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!! BLINKING!HARRY LIVES!!!!!). Slowly it dawned on him that he was no longer in possession of his pillow. He blinked again, just to be sure.

Malfoy smirked, and hit Harry once more for good measure.

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There are not many things out there that can be accurately described as 'the shock of your life'. 'The shock of a couple of years' maybe, or even 'the shock of several decades'. But 'the shock of your life'?

Harry wasn't sure quite which of those categories finding your worst enemy passed out on your bedroom floor fitted in to. It was, however, certainly a very big shock, especially when one had only gone upstairs to see if he wanted and cheerios. But when Harry was positive his heart was still beating, he quite eagerly took on the challenge of waking Malfoy up again, whatever it took.

So it came to be that in less than 1 hour, Draco Malfoy had water poured all over him; cold water poured all over him; ice-cubes poured all over him; and, for some reason even Harry was not quite sure of, jam…

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'JAM!!!' raged Malfoy, waving his offending T-shirt at the slightly-scared Harry. 'JAM!!!! WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND HOLY DID YOU COVER ME IN JAM??? I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW, THIS COST A LOT OF MONEY!!! AND NOW LOOK AT IT!!!! RUINED!!! RUINED!!!!!'

'I wouldn't say ruined,' began Harry, because everyone has to have something to fight for, even if it is only jam. 'More…. Jammed.'

'I WOULDN'T GIVE A FLYING MONKIES ARSE IF YOU SAID IT WAS COVERED IN GOLD!!! TO ME, AND ANY SANE AND SENSIBLE PEOPLE OUT THERE, IT'S RUIIIIIIIIIIINED!!!!!!!'

Harry slowly backed away. He had a feeling that when you saw the whites of someone's eyes it was time to run. That'd been about 10 minutes ago.

'JUST YOU WAIT TILL I TELL MY FATHER-' Malfoy paused. Harry smirked.

'Or else what? He'll come and make you a Deatheater at me? I'm so scared.'

Malfoy glared. Harry glared back.

The bowl of cheerios lay forgotten.

~ 54 MINUTES, 32 SECONDS LATER~

'HAH! YOU BLINKED! I WIN!'

'I did NOT blink! A fly flew into my eye!'

'You said that last time! And the time before that!'

'Nu-uh! The time before last time my eye had an involuntary muscle spasm!'

'Just face it, Malfoy! I am the all-time staring champion! I WON! YOU LOST!'

'I DID NOT LOOSE! A MALFOY NEVER LOOSES!'

'Then what's your excuse for all those Quidditch matches?'

'INVOLUNTARY MUSCLE SPASMS, DAMMIT!'

'GO HARRY! IT'S YA BIRTHDAY! GO HARRY!'

'IT IS NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY!'

'GO GO GO, GO HARRY!'

'I DEMAND A RE-MATCH!'

'IT'S YA BIRTHDAY! GO HARRY!'

'STOP DANCING!'

'MAKE ME!'

The cheerios were starting to smell funny.

~43 MINUTES, 51 SECONDS LATER~

'…4…3…2…1… YOU'RE OUT!'

'I AM NOT! I GOT UP!'

'AND THEN I GOT YOU BACK DOWN AGAIN!'

'BUT YOU CARRIED ON COUNTING FROM WHERE YOU LEFT OFF!'

'I DID NOT!'

'YOU DID! YOU DID!'

'I GOT YOU! I WON! JUST FACE IT, POTTER! YOU'RE A LOSER!'

'I AM NOT! YOU'RE A CHEATER! I DEMAND A RE-MATCH!'

'SO I CHEATED IN THE PAST 25 RE-MATCHES DID I?'

'YES!'

'PROVE IT!'

The cheerios were bubbling slightly.

~2 HOURS, 11 MINUTES, 16 SECONDS LATER~

'… So you see, there, see it? There. I was still in.'

'….'

'There.'

'….'

'….'

'You have security cameras in your bedroom, Potter?'

'No. I just magically zapped in a couple false tapes, and the ministry of magic are gonna burst in any second now and expel me.'

'Was that sarcasm?'

'Yes.'

'I'm impressed.'

'Why?'

'Didn't realise you had the brains.'

Harry blinked. Unsure of whether or not Malfoy had just insulted him, he ejected the security tape and turned off the TV.

'What? No amazing come-backs? Not going to call me a git or something?'

'I'm still not sure if you just insulted me. Try again in a couple of hours.'

Malfoy smirked, and began inspecting the Dursley's living room. It wasn't as small, or as disgusting, or as primitive as he'd expected. But it was still unavoidably Muggle, and therefore never going to impress him. He peered at the TV, and prodded it a bit, then busied himself with the curtains.

'Those are curtains, Malfoy.' Explained Harry as he slipped his tape into an old video box (A/N: The Magic Roundabout, if you must know. When the Dursleys realised Dudley would never appreciate anything without guns in it, they banished all the old kiddies program to the bottom shelf of no return.).

'I'm aware of that, Potter,' snapped Malfoy, fingering the green material. 'I was just impressed by how hideous they…. are……..' he trailed off, staring wide-eyed out of the window instead. 'Er… Potter…? Is your cousin amazingly fat and the exact likeness of a blond pig?'

'Yup, that's Dudders alright.'

'Indeed. And, erm… Is your aunt a scrawny, blonde, horse-toothed thing with a very long neck?'

'Yeees…'

'And, um… Ah. Is your uncle big, with no neck and a generally angry red expression?'

Harry didn't answer. He instead joined Malfoy at the window.

'Oh shit….'

He turned to stare at the Slytherin, and saw his exact same terrified expression staring back at him.

'They're back!'