He found he was sweating, the sheet was all wet. He swallowed. It all seemed so "real". Even the Ginny-not-cutting-her-toenails-part. He groaned in the darkness, and saw his best friend, Ron, snore in the bed next to him. Ron and Hermione. They had started to go out in Harry's 5th year. Now he was in 7th year. It was Harry, who had nagged Ron into all this. Before he fell in love with her. Now he regretted every minute. He took on his glasses, yawned, and went down to the common room. The large clock over the fireplace showed 04. am. He sighed, and sat down in the sofa, trying to remember the dream. He was in love with Hermione Granger, no doubt about that. But when his best friend dated her. He wouldn't risk losing his two best friends. Then, he fell asleep.

'Harry, wake up!' It was Ginny Weasly, Ron's little sister waking him up. Why,  -why-, did she still have a crush on him. He blinked, and looked up in her brown eyes.

'Why?' he moaned grumpily.

'Because it's morning!' said Ginny, rolling her eyes.

'F'course it is,' said Harry, shoving her away, and went down for breakfast.

Of course, Ron and Hermione was sitting at the table when Harry came down. Ron wanted to write over Hermione's transfiguration homework, but she refused, as always. Harry thought of his weird dream again, the one with the Ricki Lake show. He'd known about it for a long time, since the TV was Dudley's closest friend, and Harry was bored in the summer holidays. And why would he dream about a bad Tvshow anyway? He punched away the thought with an inner arm, and sat down next to them.

'Hi, Harry,' said Hermione calmly, 'Ginny said you were sleeping in the sofa. How come?'

'I couldn't sleep,' said Harry. It wasn't all lie. What would he say then? "I dreamt about me, revealing my love for you at a Ricki Lake show. Then it appeared that you loved Ron. Then Ginny was suddenly my girlfriend who didn't cut her toenails. Then I went down to the common room, because my sheets were all sweaty. Then I fell asleep in the sofa."?

He forced a smile to them, the –lovers,- and then went to the library.

'Harry, aren't you eating?' said Hermione.

'Not hungry!' said Harry, and ran all the way to the library.

'Watch where you're going!' He knew this voice.

'Malfoy!' he said, 'what are you doing here?'

Malfoy just scowled at him. He clutched on a book, but Harry snapped it.

'Houndred Love Potions,' read Harry from the book, 'how to make your love love you.' He laughed heartily,

'Now, who's the 'lucky' girl then Malfoy?' he said, grinning widely, teasingly.

'None of your business, Potter!' sneared Malfoy, snapping the book back, but then a piece of parchment fell out. Harry looked at it. There was a poem on it. He read it out loud;

"Oh, Hermione, I wish you were mine

Everything with you is more than fine,

You are my soul, you are my heart,

If you don't love me, I'll fall apart."

'You like -Hermione?-' said Harry in disbelief.

'If you tell anyone, I'll kill you!' said Malfoy, blushing.

'Draco Malfoy, attacked by LOVE!' squealed Harry, teasing Malfoy.

'Shh, keep it quiet!' he said, pulling his robes.

'Malfoy loves a MUGGLE BORN girl!'

'Shut UP!'

'Hermy and Malfoy sitting in a tree -'

'Listen,' said Malfoy, dragging Harry out, 'if you tell anyone, I'll kill you. Seriously.'

Harry swallowed.

'I guess it's okay, then,' he said, 'cause I'm in love with her too.'

"Okay, rule number one,"  thought Harry to himself, "If you like a girl, Malfoy must be the last to know." But of course, he'd told him. How else? Ron? He loved her as well, and they were dating, and it was Harry who had set the whole thing up. However, Malfoy didn't tease him.

'You do? But I thought you liked the Weasel's lil' sister.'

Harry forgot to be mad at Malfoy for calling Ron 'the Weasel,' because he was already mad at Ron. Although, it wasn't Ron's fault. Yeah. That's the best. Blame some one else. Then you'll feel so good afterwards!

'She's all right, but I've heard she doesn't cut her toenails.'

Malfoy chuckled heartily.

'That's disgusting!' he exclaimed.

'Well, I don't know if it's true, though.'

'Well, then you have something to find out, then, Harry.'

Harry noticed Malfoy had called him Harry, and not Potter, or Pothead or something like that.

'I s'pose I have, then,' he said.

Malfoy was grinning widely. He wiped away some tears in his eyes. Then he said, still grinning,

'What do you say, let's go play quidditch.'

'Sure, okay,' said Harry.