A/N: Kinda short again.but at least this one has some smut.where Draco has a lil day-dream.

I'm only dreaming.

It looked as if no change had been made in the last two days, as Draco was sprawled across the bed when the house elf entered, eyes tightly shut.

"Master, sir, I've been sent with your clothes for the evening," he squeaked, holding out a bundle of robes. Draco pried himself off the bed and onto his feet. As he did so he got a closer look at the robes.

"Reinwald," he said, addressing the elf. "Aren't those my father's robes?"

"Yes, sir, Mistress altered them for you, just for tonight." Draco stared at the folded cloth Reinwald held. Folded, they just looked like ordinary black robes, but Draco knew differently. Firstly, they were not black, but a green so deep it was nearly indistinguishable from black. And, when it was unfolded and enveloping a person, one caught glimpses of the silver panels sewn into the sides. They were his father's favorite robes; why was him mother giving them to him? But, he had given up trying to fathom his new, but not necessarily improved, mother.

"Very well, you may go" and he turned to begin dressing.

"Mistress said to remind you; be downstairs at exactly seven-o- clock," the house-elf stated, and then disappeared. Draco sighed and shook out the robes. At least he still had a couple of hours before he went down to Death er.dinner.

Dinner had been hell. He was the center of attention; yet completely ignored. Draco hated being ignored. And all the guests kept making annoyingly vague comments about Draco's part in the New Plan. He hated being in the dark about things, too. Draco was annoyed, tired, and hungry. The menu his mother had planed was all exceedingly fancy, rather bland, and vaguely inedible. He considered sneaking down to the kitchen and bullying the elves into some normal food, but instead settled lazily into his chair. He pulled a book at random from the shelves and read for hours, eventually falling asleep.

"Draco!" Draco's eyes lazily slid open.

"Mmmm, good morning mother," he said trying to remember why he was asleep in a chair.

"It is not a good morning, you lazy fool, now get up and clean up! You are meeting with the Dark Lord in four hours," she snapped. "I suggest you prepare yourself so you are not an embarrassment to us all." With that she turned and walked purposefully from the room.

Four hours, he thought incredulously He would not have enough courage gathered up in just four hours. He quickly stood up and strode towards the bathroom, shedding clothes as he went. The bathroom was rather calming shades of green, which Draco normally found soothing. Today, his heart continued to pound. He rested his head against the cool glass of the mirror.

He tried to think about other things. Potter swam to the top of his thoughts; Potter playing quidditch for some reason. Draco could see the Gryffindor perfectly in his mind's eye. Potter was an amazing player, all speed, agility and style. Yes, Potter had style. Draco could see Harry; zooming about, covered in scarlet and leather, straddling his broom.and strangely Draco felt himself becoming aroused. His heart was still thumping, but in a good way now. And then his mind presented, for his *ahem* viewing pleasure, a very naked Harry Potter straddling his Firebolt. Draco's hand slid down to his semi-hard length and began to stroke himself slowly. He could see it all so clearly. Harry getting off the broom and slowly coming towards him. Draco could see the sensual swaying of his hips, the way his erect cock bounced with every step. Draco shuddered and squeezed faster. So close, he was so close, Harry was so close, close enough that if Draco just stretched out his hand.but then it was over and Draco came all over the tiling under the mirror.

"Fuck," he muttered, turning crimson. "Fuck, what the hell was that. I did not just jack off to thoughts of Potter. Fuck, must be stress." Continuing to mutter, and placing himself firmly in denial (not just a river in Egypt he thought) he cleaned the tiles and stepped into the shower.

Another A/N: So, the next few chapters are going to be much more complex, actually finding out about the New Plan, a meeting with Voldie, some Harry and Draco time, and perhaps leather pants.Please R&R!!! *begs on knees* I will give out chocolate covered Draco's..maybe.