Harry gazed up through the telescope on his balcony, trying to figure out which constellation he was looking at, pressing his green framed eye so close, his glasses began to cut into the bridge of his nose as his raven- black hair fluttering in the slight wind.

"They call them 'the runners'," a voice behind him said, as if to read his mind.

He turned and saw Draco standing in the glass threshold.

Draco grinned apologetically, "You father let me in," he shrugged.

"That's my godfather- my parents are dead," Harry said blankly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Draco shrugged again, gazing into the telescope, "I could never figure out whether they were running to or from something," he met Harry's eyes, "Or someone..."

"Does it really matter?" Harry asked, touching the scope, "Sometimes it's just fun to run..."

"I suppose so."

Harry leaned over the railing, "Why are you here?"

He shrugged again, "I had a dream that I should come and see you in a tower, and, well, this is the closest thing to a tower I could think of."

"Doesn't mean you're welcome to come."

The blonde turned to face him, running his knuckles down his cheeks, "Why don't you pause in your running and talk with me?"

"Why don't you just walk a little faster?" Harry asked, spun around.

"I am," Draco smiled softly, "That's why I bumped into you today..."

"Real poetic; what kind of cruel joke is this?" Harry's eyes narrowed.

"It's no joke," Draco smiled, looking mildly hurt.

"I want you to leave now, okay? You're on a different social level-"

Draco shut him up the only way he knew how- with a kiss, tender, but strong enough to shut him up.

"Draco..." Harry murmured, his voice getting lost in the wind, growing stronger.

He fell into the blond's embrace, kissing him back, their tongues fighting for dominance.

Harry pushed him off, "Leave me alone!" he shoved him back into the house, watching him disappear out the front door.

He saw the the dark eyes and he pressed his own against the eyepiece, hiding his tears.

"Man, he seemed pissed," Sirius said, leaning in the doorway, "Any ideas?"

"No a clue," Harry's voice shook.

"Weird one, he is," Sirius smiled, placing a hand on Harry's shirt, "You can talk to me...That's why I'm here..."

"Nah, I'm fine, Siri.."

"Hari...I'm glad you came," the eygptian prince's voice was thick with desire.

"I am too, my pharaoh..." Hari bowed deeply.

"Quit with the royalty, I am yours now..." the blond's lips met harshly with Hari's, pushing him against the wall.

Hari's face flushed a deep red, but returned the kiss with a passion to rival the prince's.

"Hari..." the prince moaned as the magician's hands slid up the pharaoh's garments, feeling his length, touching him gently, roughly, lovingly.

"Hari," his voice was breathy as he felt Hari's tongue on his stomach, trailing its way down to his...

Harry woke up, blinking sleep out of his eyes, his face flushed at his dream.

Sheepishly, he stripped off his boxers, put on a clean one and threw his sheets into the hamper, grabbed clean linens and went back to sleep.

Harry arrived at school, his face flushed from the warm summer morning breeze, "Mornin' Hermione!" he smiled a greeting.

"See any more of this school's reigning prince?"

Harry's voice dropped as did his eyes, "Prince showed up at my house."

"Really?" Hermione's eyebrow lifted, "What'd you talk about?"

"Nothing, really..." Harry shrugged.

"You lie much."

Harry's voice fell more, "He kissed me- said he was following a dream."

"Well, dreams are prophetic," Hermione smiled.

"Really?" Harry pulled her aside, out of the way of a hoarde of students, "I've been having dreams I was a...well...I don't know, but Draco is a prince-"

"Well, he is! He's the prince of this school..."

"I suppose so- look I've gotta get to first, bye."

"Later."

Osiris: Sorry it's short, but Anubis is so much better at this than I.

Anubis: rolls her eyes Of course it's short- It's Osiris!

Osiris: Please review!