"What's wrong Harry?", Hermione interjected angrily, when he was doing his Potions homework that night. "You never do your homework without asking me to help you at least once!"

"Yeah mate," Ron joined in on the conversation. "Is this about the house points?"

"No", Harry denied Ron's suggestion, not even getting close to his real feelings and troubles within. "It was my dream."

"What was it about", the fiery red-haired boy asked concerned, "was it about You-Know-Who?"

"No.", he wasn't even going to tell Ron off for not saying Voldemort's name. Plus, he wasn't going to tell them anything. A sudden thought burst into Harry's head, 'Talk to Draco'.

"I have to go see Hedwig, she's been a bit 'puckish' lately.", Harry lied.

"Ok", Hermione said, "just be back soon, you still have to finish your essay."

"See ya!", Harry yelled running out of Gryffindor Tower and heading, not for the Owlery, but for the Slytherin common room.

"Sly...", Harry started to hiss quietly, but before he could finish, a magnificent boy with two others emerged from behind the portrait.

"What are you doing here Potter?", Draco asked Harry, acting as though he despised Harry.

"I was in Remedial Potions, and Snape sent me to tell you something.", Harry lied hurriedly.

"Fine. Crabbe, Goyle, I'll meet you in the Library later...GO!"

Crabbe and Goyle left reluctantly, stomping up the stairs and out of sight.

"Let's go.", Draco urged grabbing Harry's hand with firm distinction.

The two boys ran down the corridor, Draco pulling Harry along as if he were a rag doll on wheels. They stopped abruptly at a broom closet, and threw themselves in the small space. Gasping for breath and clutching his ribs, Harry sat down and watched Draco checking for followers.

"What are you staring at?", Draco questioned playfully, spotting the gaze of the Gryffindor's dazzling emerald-green eyes.

"I need to talk to you about something.", Harry told him.

"What?", Draco asked him looking genuinely concerned.

Harry told him about his strange dream in Potions, the blond-haired boy (unknowing about his fatigue because he was in the hospital wing from being in the Hospital Wing in the morning).

"Sounds like what it is, a dream.", Draco stated, now unconcerned, "But there is one thing I want to know..."

"What?"

"Why weren't you dreaming about me?", Draco inquired jealousy.

"I don't know...I couldn't control it...I WAS DREAMING FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

"Well...can I do something for you?"

"What?", Harry asked getting frustrated.

"Can I make it so you can't help but dream of me?"

Harry smiled widely; "it would be my pleasure."

"I know you'll have pleasure...I'll make sure of it."

The Slytherin advanced on the Gryffindor, pulling off his shirt and suckling Harry's skin passionately while Harry unzipped Draco's pants slowly. He looked at the long shaft and accompanying ornaments in front of him, visions of his dream came flooding into his mind.

"Ahhhh...", Harry moaned, trying to get the images out of his mind, and focus on the task at hand.

"What's wrong?", Draco asked looking scared. "Everything's alright down there right? No blemishes? No unsightly pustules?"

"No...they're fine...I was just getting distracted...", Harry muttered apologetically.

"Look at me", Draco told him.

Harry gazed up into Draco's eyes, focusing in and out of the aging gray eyes he had seen of Lupin in his dream. But Draco's voice brought him back to reality.

Forgetting the setbacks, Harry and Draco got down to the "important things". Tongues flying, sweat dripping, both of their hard muscular bodies, Harry pushed Draco away, looking at his watch.

"What's wrong?", Draco asked for the second time that night. "I thought we were having fun!"

"I know but...", Harry didn't want to leave this "love fest" either, but if he didn't get back soon, Hermione and Ron would get suspicious. "I have to finish my Potions essay, or Snape'll have my head!"

"Ok. I wanted to ask you...do we have to keep our relationship a secret any longer?"

"Of course we do! What would people think if they heard that two old rivals were practically fucking each other madly every other night?", Harry argued, almost running out of breath.

"I guess your right.", Draco replied disappointedly.

The two boys, both disappointed that they had to leave each other, kissed passionately, and went their separate ways (Draco to the library and Harry to the Fat Lady).

"Password?", the Fat Lady asked sleepily.

"Patronus", Harry told her.

The door swung open, and sitting in a chair waiting for him was none other than Ron.

"Where were you?", Ron asked in a uncharacteristic tone.

"Visiting Hedwig!", Harry lied indignantly.

"Stop lying Harry! I went there to mail Hermione's letter and talk to you about something...BUT YOU WEREN'T THERE!"

"What do you care? You shouldn't be following me around, and I was fine where I was!"

"ITS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU HARRY!"

The words that Ron screamed still hung in the air like dust motes.

"Its because I love you.", Ron stated calmly.

"But you can't love me!", Harry exclaimed, "you just can't!"

"Why not?", the red-haired boy asked affronted.

"BECAUSE I'M SEEING DRACO!", Harry yelled, and ran up the stairs.

When he got to his four poster bed, he drew the hangings and went to sleep after an hour. Ron never came to bed.