Hello! I'm glad you all liked the last chapter, to those who reviewed, double thanks:

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An/prophesy/poem

Draco thought

Harry thought

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Chapter 12.

Please say he didn't hear my dream; please please pretty please with all of Honeydukes on top… Harry was pleading to all the gods he had heard of as he walked to the Gryffindor tower.

Draco's words had him horrified; he had been having a very 'pleasant' dream about Draco, and if he knew, it would be over the school in minutes. "I'll expose him! He's told me enough…" but the sensible side to him prevented this thought going any further. He changed quickly and ran to the dining hall in trepidation. As he entered, there were no new murmurs and no heads turned. Not even Ron and Hermione realised that he had entered. Harry walked to them, slightly disconcerted. Dumbledore grinned at him and gestured subtly to his collar. Harry's eyes fell to his own. Idiot! I'm still wearing the invisibility cloak!!! Harry smiled sheepishly at Dumbledore and left the hall. It was too late to re-enter; so Harry made for the kitchens. Near the entrance, he met Dobby, who was holding what looked like a banquet.

"Mr Potter, sir, how are you today? I hope you are feeling great. I must go now, but thank you, kind Mr Potter sir, for dropping in, sir. Is there anything that you want?"

"No, just dinner. I'll be fine Dobby, and please call me Harry." He surveyed the tray. "Is this all for Draco?"

"Mr Malfoy? Oh yes, he likes having a wide variety, even though he only eats the Russian salad and roast potatoes. He doesn't touch dessert at all. But it is proper, Mr Harry sir that a wizard chooses what he wants."

"Is that so? Well, I think I'll join him in his feast." At these words, Dobby flinched but nodded and took Harry's hand.

"Hold on, Mr Harry sir!" immediately, the tray, Harry and Dobby disappeared and reappeared in Draco's quarters.

"Finally, Dobby, what took you so long?" Draco descended a flight of stairs which Harry was sure weren't there a minute ago. He was wearing an open black silk shirt and matching boxers, nothing else…

He walked up to Dobby and froze as he saw an awestruck Harry. "You again? Why aren't you at dinner? Why couldn't you leave me in peace?"

"I thought you might need help finishing your banquet, Malfoy." Said Harry, who had finally recovered from seeing Draco so sexily attired.

"If you're here for food, stop undressing me with your eyes. I find these clothes comfortable, and wouldn't like to change." Draco smirked at Harry's blush. "Go on then, sit down." Harry turned to say goodbye to Dobby to find that he had already gone, with the tray left on the table. Harry and Draco moved to sit when a red light flashed on the wall.

"Bugger!" Draco swore, and I mock politeness, "Excuse me while I get rid of some unwanted guests." He walked to the stairs, (which had appeared again) and went up the stairs gracefully.

From the distance, Harry could hear screaming, a dismayed gasp and then several thuds. Draco returned several minutes later sans shirt and with ever so slightly ruffled hair.

"Who and whose army attacked you?" asked Harry surprised.

"Just the fucking girl guide parade. If they are going to complain afterwards, don't bloody come in the first place!!!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Only that bitch and her followers! She ambushed me in my own room and they attacked me!"

"What was the screaming?"

"Outrage. I told them that if they took it in turns to ravage me, then they would have my undivided attention."

"Not a good move."

"They are bloody savages!"

"Whose room is this then?" asked the confused Gryffindor.

"Mine, being Snape's favourite has its advantages; my dorm-room leads to this. No-one knows about it apart from Snape, Dobby and you." So Dumbledore probably knows.

"Are the girls ok?"

"I knocked them out. It isn't fair to attack someone who is too refined to know anything about fist fighting." At Harry's gaze he continued like a petulant child, "There were ten of them! Against one of me, even you could predict the outcome if I hadn't used magic!"

"Did they have wands?" Harry was worried for them, despite what Draco said.

"They had fucking handcuffs!"

"I would have thought that you would jump to the chance of using those."

"Oh, ha ha Potter. Everyone knows that if bondage is an issue, I am the one tying people up."

"So you like them helpless?"

"Not particularly, but it adds the element of surprise."

"Excuse my ignorance on this subject, I've never practised it. How does surprise come in?"

"Because I could just leave the person there for hours and read a book. I have restraint." Although you didn't show it last night, imbecile! "So I can bear it."

"Evil, I see how that would work…"

"Feel free to come and experience it, I'm sure someone ignoring the Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived would be a novelty."

"I'd like to see you try. You couldn't survive without insulting Me." or kissing me…

"I'm not going to put myself out just so you can have a new experience. And besides, irritating you is much more fun."

"And it is ample source of enjoyment for you."

"Naturally!"

"Typical."

"So are you done eating my food?"

"Pretty much," Harry answered.

"So you can leave now."

"Hostile you your guests, aren't you?"

"As far as my memory recalls, I didn't invite you."

"True, ok I'll leave… after dessert." Harry said with a gleam in his eyes.

"You mean all that rice pudding you consumed wasn't adequate?"

"Nope." Harry leaned over the table and captured Draco's lips with his own. Draco's astonishment melted and soon he too engaged in the consummation of dessert.

"Feisty little devil, aren't you? Well that works fine." Harry mock pouted, but made to leave. "See you tomorrow."

"Huh?"

"The first quidditch match of the year? Or does the great Harry Potter not bother with remembering such facts?" this struck a nerve; Harry had not been told about the match and wasn't sure if he was going to play. He wasn't captain, Ron was, and they had recently been holding Seeker tryouts.

"Just slipped my mind." No way am I telling him the truth!

"So the challenge isn't important to you then?"

"No, it's not a challenge…"

"We're not a challenge? That's rich!"

"You are, but I don't…" to hell with it. "I'm not sure if I'm playing." This confession received a startled look from Draco before he composed himself.

"You're not playing? Come off it! You're the best rider in Gryffindor," probably the school… "No matter how stupid the weasel is, he is not going to turn you down just to try and be 'fair'."

"I haven't got a broom; Voldemort broke it up last year. I'll have to use a school nimbus 2000."

"Please, they are useless. I'll lend you one of mine."

"But you own a Stratostar! They're top of the range!"

"Correction, I have two, one of which you will borrow."

"Why? Don't you want to win?"

"Cocksure git, aren't you? I want to win, but I don't want a pushover. It's no victory. Having to play Hufflepuff is demeaning, don't you think so too?"

"I don't, I mean, I suppose so. It is kinda boring."

"Exactly my point. Why compete when it is not a competition?" Draco accio'd his brooms. "I often enchant these to fly against me when I practise. There are no curses on it which I know of. Come out onto the pitch, it's not dark yet. You can get used to the broom. We can practise with this." Draco held up a snitch, it was the right size, but it was a bright green and had a red dragon on it. "I got this on my ninth birthday." He laughed at Harry's admiration of it.

"It's so beautiful!"

"Did you expect me to have anything but the best?"

"No, I just hadn't thought of buying one." In truth, Harry hadn't realised that you could buy them.

"Hm." Draco raised an eyebrow. He didn't push it however, but took his brooms and walked upstairs gesturing for Harry to follow him under his cloak. Harry did as he was told. A black eyed boy came into Draco's official room just as the stairs dematerialised behind Harry.

The boy went up to Draco. He spoke with a strong Geordie accent. "Watch out mate, Charlie Sinestra's on the warpath upstairs."

"I am not, nor ever will be your 'mate' Smith. So, the whore's name is Sinestra…" Draco dismissed Smith. "Bugger. This means we take the other route out."