A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys. This story will still keep on going…thanks for the reviews and the patience ^_^;

A gust of wind blew by, sending a rustle of waves through the endless sea of tall grass that surrounded him. The Gryffindor boy stood among them watching, entranced by the graceful sways of their long stalks.

It was night out where he was, but the darkness around him felt very alive. There were no stars and moon out that usually littered velvety skies, acting as guides for some wanderers. And yet the night seemed to glow, faint hues of soft light as if it were the Elysian Fields of the mythical Underworld themselves. But Harry still frowned.

He had found himself standing out in the middle of an open field of grass, partially nude on a cold night. He had ran out after he had caught sight of bright glowing wings belonging to an angel. Even though his eyes were too strained to see where it's gaze was directed at, he somehow felt this angel watching from below his favorite spot at the window of the Gryffindor Tower.

Harry froze in his spot when he saw it, afraid that the slightest of movement would cause for this angel to disappear. His heart already felt a twitch of lonesome at the thought. He planted himself at the window, pressing his clammy palms onto the cold glass for a better look. The angel beckoned for him to come and Harry ran as fast as he was able to, to meet this angel.

He ran and he ran until he reached the outdoors where the scene had suddenly changed before him, getting him to the meadow of tall grass that he was standing in now. He searched around for the beautiful angel but found that it was no where in sight. His shoulders sagged in disappointment and turned back to the school. But before taking another step, stood not in front of him was his angel, but his dragon instead. It's pearly scales and white feathers gleamed in it's ethereal glow.

Harry felt the familiar sense of warmness soon over come him. He smiled softly and slowly reached out to pet the shimmering snout of his dragon. He was startled when it had flapped its great wings, and made the skies suddenly snow white angelic feathers over them. Harry marveled at the beauty of the feathers in the night and actually felt lighthearted enough to want to play happily in the magic that surrounded him. He laughed and opened out his arms to the heavens, never in his life feeling such purity, such joy, such sense of happiness as he did now. It gave him a wonderful high.

Just as he came out of twirl, a pair of arms had caught his own in mid air from behind him, making him freeze in his spot. The skin on the foreign arms were pale and glowed the same unearthly glow as the dragon did. The hands belonging to these arms trailed up to Harry's body and slowly to his shoulders where they stopped. Harry turned around with the slight push of the other's hands and came face to face with the angel he saw earlier. Harry's eyes widened in surprise and felt his cheeks grow warm.

The angel looked seemingly familiar and yet Harry had in mind that he had never met such a beautiful being before. The angel was a boy, with hair as white as the feathers of his wings, that fell over his eyes in wisps, tossed by the breeze. His fathomless, silvery-blue eyes held the same expression of the dragon and Harry gasped. Relating the two to each other. Harry ran a hesitant finger near the angel's eye, the other boy's gaze never leaving Harry's.

"Are you…my dragon?" he barely whispered as the proximity between them unnerved Harry quite a bit. The dragon-angel boy only smiled. A smile so enthralling, that it sent ripples of excitement through Harry. The smile was much like the patented Malfoy smirks of a one Slytherin, but Malfoy's were usually more cold and devious. Another thought hits Harry.

Malfoy…

But in this dream, he didn't know that name. He had heard of it before, somewhere. A distant name, but no one he knew at the moment. The angel boy held his chin gently, bringing Harry's distant gaze back onto him. Harry had to admit, this boy was beautiful. Too beautiful to be human. Maybe he wasn't human. Maybe it really was his…

The angel ran his thumb over Harry's lips, suddenly finding them very tempting to kiss as they quivered at his light touch. Harry swallowed nervously, dreading what he knew was coming. Angel or not, he was still another boy. But the embrace, the way they held each other now. It felt so…and his flushed cheeks, surely he wasn't in love with him.

But how can you love someone you just met…?

Those thoughts didn't matter anymore as their lips met. Pressing against each other just right, without haste. Harry closed his eyes, savoring the sweet, heavenly taste of the other. He brought up his hands to the boy's milky-white neck, tips of his fingers barely brushing the fine pale hair. The angel wrapped his arms around his waist and held Harry steady against him as he deepened the enchanting kiss further. He suckled on his lips, first placing small specks around his corners, then gently pried his way through. Tongues became intertwined and labored breathes mingled with each other. The whole experience was too intoxicating for Harry. His head buzzed as if he had drunk 12 alcoholic butterbeers. And those drinks usually take their toll after the first few bottles.

Harry broke away first, giving his angel a small, final kiss before resting his forehead against the angel's shoulder to catch his breath. He was really hot and steamed up despite the night's cool air. He felt as though he'd been running a marathon instead. The angel leaned into him and brought his lips to Harry's ear. His wings opened out a little as the affection of their embrace made him want to become one with Harry, wanting their souls to be one. Harry wrapped his arms around his neck, and rested his chin on his shoulder, lost in total bliss.

"You know who I am…" said the angel in an all-too-familiar voice. It wasn't a statement, yet somehow he had read Harry's mind. Although Harry felt too embarrassed to spoil the intimate moment, questions of who the beautiful being was, had been running through his mind.

"I…I do not…" he said sadly, barely brushing his nose and lips against the other boy as he brought his head back up to look into his eyes. The angel just smiled warmly and brought Harry's head to rest back on his shoulder again. Harry traced the glittery patterns on the being's pearly skin. Harry admired the way his chest glistened like that. He couldn't think straight with the angel's body distracting him. The angel said that he had known, but Harry couldn't think of anyone.

Malfoy, who would come close, doesn't exist to him in his dreams.

"You know who I am…" he said again, voice more urgent but still as sweet.

"You do…"

"How will I know?" Harry asked sheepishly, looking up again. The angel lowered his mysterious, silvery eyes at Harry's lips, silvery lashes fluttering as he did so.

"Until you see past our differences in life, I will lead you to me…"

Harry's wonderful dream, had ended with those last words.

~*~

Harry walked to his classes that day in the worst of moods, but he hasn't taken his anger out on anyone yet. His detention for that day was to help clean and mop the floors of the hospital wing. It was his fourth day of detention and he had yet been able to see his dragon at night. For by the time he was done with his classes, Quidditch, detention and studying, he would be dead to the world, and go straight to sleep. The unfortunate Gryffindor had to spend any free time he had for this detention. It was either cleaning out classrooms, running tasks for the Professors or re-cleaning the dungeons for Professor Snape. For him, it was mostly the last option.

Well this was what he got for having the Potions Master to be in charge of his punishment.

Startled by the medi-witch's sudden appearance, the plump witch dropped two buckets of water in front of him including a mop. He frowned in disgust. Before reaching for the mop she tut-tutted and opened out her hand.

"Wand…" she said while wiggling her fingers. Harry sighed in defeat. His only means of getting his work done sooner was taken away.

"Can't have you use magic on the job now, can we? Now, I'm going to help Professor Sprout with growing my medical herbs out in the gardens, when I get back, I would like for these floors to be spick and span, okay? Thank you dear!" she said merrily than turned on her heels and left the room, beaming.

Frustrated, he threw the mop aside and leaned against the post of a bed, crossing his arms over his chest, agitatedly. He then jumped back to his feet when he heard someone chuckle behind him all of the sudden. He turned back only to find his arch rival laughing at him.

"All this because of me? Wow, Potter, I could almost say that I feel bad but…it's quite amusing" Harry narrowed his eyes and approached the Slytherin blonde who was laying on his side in bed with the covers brought over him tightly.

"Well from what I heard, if I hadn't found you, you wouldn't have made it. But I guess you will get your punishment too once you're better and out of here" Harry flashed him a smile and crossed his arms victoriously. Draco shook his head then rolled onto his back, stretching.

"Yeah, one would agree to think that I deserve that punishment as well for being out of bed too. But I, my Gryffindor friend, am a Slytherin after all. We're known for being cunning" Harry dropped his arms down slowly. He didn't like the tone of his voice.

"You got out of it? What did you tell them?" Draco smiled. Harry cursed the bastard for being so devious in his state of being. Even that smile shone perfectly on his sickly face.

"I told them that I was feeling pain that night and actually was on my way over here when I ran into you. Oh and a little waterworks and precise acting also helped a bit. I truly am a genius" He squinted his eyes and wrinkled his nose teasingly, emphasizing genius while he did. He laughed at the look Harry was giving him now.

"You bastard! You were soo not coming here that night" Draco sat up slowly.

"Oh I wasn't ? And how do you know that? How do you know that I wasn't feeling sick and needed to see Pomfrey about it? Hmm…? And just what were you doing out of bed that night Mr. Someone-who-thinks-he-could-just-make-his-own-rules-and-curfew." Draco crossed his arms defiantly, expecting an answer out of him. Of course he knew where Harry was, because he was out there with him that night as his dragon. He just felt like provoking Harry, see what he'll answer instead.

Harry just stood there dumbfounded. Many times he came to say something but cut himself off in mid sentence. He will not tell Malfoy of all people, about a dragon that he is keeping himself.

"I…I was…" Harry stumbled then collected himself and rolled his, crossing his arms while looking away mockingly.

"Its none of your business" he simply said and Draco chuckled.

"Ooh I see…out for a little midnight romping, ey Potter? You could've just said so!" he laughed and Harry's cheeks grew warm. Suddenly thinking back to last night's dream that had him awakened him to a rather hard problem, that had to have been dealt with. Immediately.

"I wasn't seeing anyone!"

"oh yeah? Explain that lovely complexion that you have there, oh right there on your cheeks" Draco reached out to indicate his rosy cheeks, teasingly. Harry swatted his hand away.

"Stop Malfoy, I'm not seeing anyone" this got Draco very interested.

"And why not? I figured with your popularity and the hundreds of teary eyes oogling you, I thought you would have someone at your side to do more than just arse kissing" his said mischievously while winking at him. Harry rolled his eyes and plopped on his bed.

"The last thing in the world I need to hear from you is why I don't have a girlfriend. I don't want to discuss this with you"

"But it kind of makes you wonder why you wouldn't, you can have anybody in the whole freakin' school, even guys want to get into your pants." Harry wrinkled his nose at the last bit he said.

"Guys even? Really?" he asked curiously, suddenly becoming interested in the patterns of the blanket. Draco brushed back his hair and nodded.

"Yeah, I mean geez who wouldn't"

"I can't believe you're saying that, of all people…"

"Well what's wrong with me? I'm attractive, and charming and could very well have anyone I want with just the snap of my fingers"

"Not everyone…"

"Oh yeah? Name someone who wouldn't fall for me" Harry rolled his eyes.

"Ron, Hermione…the whole Gryffindor House maybe…" Draco threw his head back as he laughed. He loved Harry's naiveté.

"My dear friend, House status isn't a matter when it comes to sex. It's anything goes in this school!" Draco said almost too merrily. Harry frowned then flipped over onto his back.

"Damn…" he said unenthusiastically then fell silent.

"So, why aren't you seeing anyone?" Draco asked again. Harry sighed.

"I wish you would stop, Malfoy. I just don't care okay?"

"But why wouldn't Harry Potter care? Every hero needs his damsel…" Draco teased as he scooted closer to him. Harry rolled onto his side, facing away from him to hide his expression.

"See, that's just it Malfoy. The 'hero', that's all that they'll ever see me as. They wouldn't care, all I would ever be to them is a name. A very famous name that will forever haunt me. That's all I am, just a name…" Draco secretly smiled. He had heard this rant before. He propped himself on one elbow and flipped his hair out of his eyes. He slowly leaned in into Harry's ear and said:

"Well a rose by any other name will still smell as sweet…in my opinion." Draco whispered, actually resisting the urge to plant his lips into Harry's exposed neck.

Damn…he thought. The medicine was making his blood boil for Harry. Harry's green orbs had slightly widened upon hearing this ever popular saying. He didn't know whether to be surprised that Draco was familiar with a muggle's piece of writing, or concerned about what those words had meant to him. He turned to face Draco slowly, stopping halfway to not brush against the other boy's face.

"Shakespeare…" Draco nodded then sat up straight to give Harry space to sit up as well. Their eyes, all the while, never leaving each other.

"I thought you hated muggle stuff" Harry said in a low tone. Draco half grinned.

"Half blood…or so I heard" Draco said then shrugged and Harry laughed along with him. The room around them fell silent, and Harry was the first to break their gaze.

"So…um how come you don't have anyone? I mean you sound like the whole school wants you or something" Harry asked while playing with a piece of thread. Draco leaned back into his pillow tiredly, then crossed his arms.

"Well actually they do. It's so damn obvious that they do, that it's amusing to me. But I don't like anyone here because they're too damn easy to pick up. Like I said before, I can get them to do anything I want just to please me. But I think that's so boring." he said coldly.

"I'm a guy that loves challenges, Potter. As you were able to see all those years we spent together. I usually like working a little to catch someone's attention." one corner of Harry's mouth curved into a smile.

"You like the hard-to-get kind of people?" he asked with a shake of his head, but Draco nodded persistently.

"Its like this Potter, a lion doesn't just catch his mate just like that. It usually has to fight another to prove it's worth to it's mate." Draco scooted closer. Eyes suddenly filling with lust.

"That's… how I'm like, Potter." Harry rolled his eyes. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"What? There is not one person I cannot snag…" Draco said dangerously, but Harry shrugged him off. He smiled teasingly, knowing exactly how to get Draco furious.

"You can't fool me…" he said and Draco grinned. He moved closer so that he placed both hands on either side of Harry, to tower over him. He looked Harry in the eyes and removed his glasses slowly. Licking his dry lips hungrily as he moved in to invade Harry's personal space. Yet Harry still wasn't moved by this.

"Oh yeah…? I bet I can have you before Pomfrey gets back" he whispered, his face only inches away from Harry's. Harry's confident smiled turned into a frown upon remembering the Hospital Wing keeper. His eyes then went to the forgotten buckets and mop and cursed to himself. But with Harry's thought's distracted on the woman, Draco took advantage of the moment and closed in on him. Devouring his mouth whole and pinning him down to the bed.

After a rush of sheer passion Draco broke away breathing heavily. Harry looked up at him in shock, panting as well. He then started to smile. Draco smiled back, nodding his head victoriously.

"I told you, no one can resist me …" he leaned in again for another kiss, but Harry pressed his fingers to his lips, pushing him back. He shook his head slowly.

"Nope…you're going to have to do better than that" He said as he flicked Draco's forehead, playfully. Draco narrowed his eyes furiously as Harry wriggled out from under him. Harry got to his feet and grinned.

"Sorry, but I have to get to work!" Draco nodded slowly, still angry with himself. He watched Harry pick up the buckets and leave the room. He thought about what just happened and shook his head slowly.

"Well, that's good, that's good… what a challenge you're going to be, Potter…I'll prove to you that I can get anybody I want. Even if it was you…" Draco thought about his dragon self and grinned. But when he leaned back tiredly, a little discomfort twitched from between his legs. Draco acknowledged it for a moment then sighed.

"Oh great…Potter!!"

TBC…