A/N: Okay, just a bit more this time. Bit of a plot twist coming up, muwhahahahahaha. Again thank you for all the reviews and a huge thanks to Sarah, my beta, you're my goddess. I'm not sure if I'm gonna get an update in for a bit, school's starting, so enjoy, I'll try and update as soon as possible.

"What the fuck???" Draco nearly yelled into Harry's ear.

"Mmm," Harry mumble sleepily. "How'd you get your clothes on so fast? I didn't..HOLY FUCK!" Harry fell off the bed in his haste to get off Draco.

"That.that.didn't really happen.right???" Harry asked, his eyes very wide.

"Well," Draco started trying to be calm, "well, since we're both clothed, and I.uh.well you were naked, but you're not now.and uh.never mind. But obviously, since we're both clothed it was probably just umm stress and hormones. I mean, we are teenage boys. Right?" Draco was trying hard not to babble.

"Yes, yes that makes sense, stress, hormones, it doesn't count."

"Exactly," Draco replied, and then looked down. "I need a shower, now."

"Uh, yea, just down the hall. Be quick, I want a shower too, before my relatives get up."

"Whatever, just a quickie." Both Harry and Draco blushed immediately. "Obviously, I didn't mean, anything uh.fuck," Draco walked as quickly as possible without running out of the room.

Draco reached the bathroom and looked around distastefully. It was so tiny, and there was no separate bath! How did these muggles live! Well, it would have to do. He really needed a shower. His boxers were super glued to his cock and upper thighs, he could barely move it was so stiff.

Draco stepped into the shower and turned the water on. As he was waiting, he let his thoughts wander. And they inevitably turned towards last night.

Immediately he started to get hard, the thoughts of what he and Harry had done in his dream were so. mmm. No! It was just a wet dream. A hormone induced nightmare that would never happen again. He jerked the taps towards cold. And bit back a yelp as the freezing cold water hit him.

"Draco, are you okay in there?" Harry's voice asked from behind the door.

"Perfectly lovely, go away and leave me to shower in peace you bastard," Draco snapped, trying to ignore the note of tenderness that seemed to have crept into Harry's voice. How had Harry heard him? He had barely made any noise, unless he was right out side the door, but why would he do that?

Draco looked down again, his cock, which had wilted slightly after the shock of cold water, had now sprung back to life after hearing Harry's voice.

"Damn it all," he swore quietly. He was just going to have to deal with it. Perhaps it would go down after having breakfast with muggles. That porky one was enough to make anyone swear off of sex for a long time. Draco finished his shower, soaping and shampooing in record time, although he did find it very difficult to resist more that just a few self-indulgent caresses. He had to keep reminding himself that that would not help one bit. He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around himself, and walked back to Harry's room. He noticed that Harry's eyes got rather round as Draco passed him in the hall. Draco hoped to the heavens that Harry had not seen how the towel was rather.tented.

By the time Draco was dressed and brushed and gelled and styled, Harry was in from the shower with toweled dry hair and slightly damp boxers. Wow, Harry looked so vulnerable with his more than usually messed up hair and no glasses. Draco wanted to go up to him, put his arms around his waist, and kiss every bit of that face. What?? Hell no, that did not just pop into his mind. It had to be some sort of sick joke, because if it wasn't, well he was fucked and there was no way around it.

They had breakfast with the muggles, which was torture, the whale-like muggle had stared at him during the entire thing, and then Draco trudged back upstairs by himself. Harry was being forced to do garden work today, apparently to pay for his "room and board" the muggles made him to manual labor. Well, he deserved it. Draco grabbed a random spell book from his bags and threw himself into a chair by the window. Before opening it he glanced out the window. Big mistake there. It was a very hot and hazy day, the sun beating down on everything, including Harry Potter. To Draco's eyes Harry looked naked. But no, he just had his shirt off to fight the heat, sweat was gleaming all over him, and his muscles moved and strained in the most enticing way. Draco was entranced. His hand seemed to move of its own accord towards his newly hardening prick. Fuck, fuck, fuck, not again. Perhaps if he went and worked out there too, he wouldn't have to think about it. He threw down his book and went to join Harry.

Several hours later, both Draco and Harry were lying on their backs, shirtless and sweaty, under a tree in the Dursley's back yard.

"Bet you've never done that much work in your life, Malfoy," Harry stated lazily.

"Wow, that was an astute observation, Potter," Draco snapped back, just as lazily. "I mean honestly, we have servants to do this kind of thing."

"Well, at least now we'll be too tired to do anything but sleep tonight," Harry looked horrified, as did Draco rather belatedly. "I uh, only meant, uh, no more dreams, not like, ewwww."

"Oh grow up, Potter, I realized what you meant, not everything anyone says around me is instantly perverted. Like with you."

"Yea, like this morning?" Potter asked innocently. "And I quote, just a quickie, uh, fuck, I didn't mean-" but he was cut off by Draco rolling on to him and punching him repeatedly. Harry struggled underneath him, but was restrained to just struggling with hips and legs as his arms were pinned between Draco's legs. This caused some rather pleasurable friction between the two boys. Harry, seeing that Draco just grimly continued with the beating, looking very pressed for concentration, decided to use this to his advantage. Harry thrust again and again against Draco. It was so much like the dream. Draco's face took on a rather far away look and the punching slowed, stopped, and became caresses. Draco began thrusting back into Harry, both lost to the intense sensations of jean-covered cock rubbing jean-covered cock. Harry's now freed hands flew up and started exploring Draco's chest, slipping over both nipples, lightly tweaking one. Draco began to lean down to Harry, to capture those lips, to seal the lovely near- orgasmic o they were forming. But when his lips nearly touched Harry's he remembered what was happening. He remembered that he was in the muggles' back yard, laying on Harry Potter.

"FUCK!" Draco yelled, springing off Harry and landing several feet away.

"Mmm," Harry murmured, still writhing gently on the ground. "Why'd you stop?"

"Why'd I stop??? Because you're you and I'm me, and I'm not gay, and you're Harry Potter, and because. because it was good!" Draco rushed out.

"Because it was good, eh? Hang on, if it was good, then how do you know you're not gay?" Potter said in a voice that was all to reasonable.

Draco didn't reply, he just scrambled to put his shirt back on and then ran back into the house.

Harry's theory about being so tired that no dreams would be possible was definitely not true. Even though Draco and Harry had started the night as far away from each other as possible, they awoke the next morning snuggled up together. Harry's arm was curled protectively around Draco, and Draco had his head resting comfortably on Harry's chest. Harry did not seemed to be inclined to move at all, and Draco, if he admitted it to himself (which he refused to do) didn't really either. Fighting a losing battle with himself, Draco pretended to still be asleep, pretended not to notice Harry stroking his hair ever so softly. Fuck, this couldn't be happening. His feelings for Potter could not be anything more than cool detachment, for in 5 days he was going to have to bring Potter to Malfoy Manor and then he had to get the Prophecy. He could most definitely not get too attached. Why would he any way? Draco gave up trying to reason with himself, and settled with just repeating over and over, to the rhythm of Harry stroking his hair;

They were startled from their reverie by Aunt Petunia's shrill voice demanding they come to breakfast. That day was spent trying to shove as much physical exertion into as small a period of time as possible. Both boys were trying to tire themselves out, trying to avoid the rather uncomfortable situation dreamland put them in. They ended up racing up and down the blocks around Privet Drive, pushing each other to the limit. Bedtime came, and they both separated to their respective sides of the bed. Morning came and they were both so tangled in each other and the sheets neither could move.

At the end of the third day Harry and Draco ended up at a playground for muggle children. Harry had said something vague about coming here quite often. Draco quickly commandeered the only unbroken swing and sat down. Harry sat on the ground, leaning up against a pole. They stayed that way, in companionable silence. Draco truly hated to admit it, but he had grown to, uh, not hate Harry. He actually, uh, didn't hate, spending time with the Gryffindor.

Both Harry and Draco heard the noise at the same time. It was a sort of broken sob, coming from behind a clump of bushes on one edge of the play area. They rose as one to go investigate.

Harry gently pushed back the first bush and gasped.

"Dudley?"

A/N: Okay, that was that. Comments, criticism, flames, all are welcome. Have a lovely day.