It was only because of his complete exhaustion that Harry was able to fall asleep that night, the second his head hit his pillow.
Almost immediately, he was back in that classroom. Draco stood across from him, those familiar silver eyes watching him carefully.
"Do you love me?" Draco questioned.
"No," Harry replied instantly.
"Do you love me?" Draco asked again, as though not hearing his reply.
"No," Harry replied, more slowly this time.
Somehow, they were standing right in front of each other. He could feel the heat of Draco's body while it stood so close to him. He could see each of Draco's lashes over his hooded eyes. Eyes that still gazed into his own, as though seeing all of his secrets.
"Do you love me?"
The words seem to throb in Harry's mind, and he could feel the brush of Draco's breath against his lips. "I can't," he replied, his voice almost nothing.
"Why not?" Draco asked now, and Harry felt fingertips brush lightly against his cheek, making his skin tingle.
"I don't know," he whispered, unable to pull his eyes away from the other.
"Did you like our kiss? Do you like my touch? Do you wonder what it would be like to have more? Do you burn from the inside out, wanting to know what it would be like?"
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he felt heat slide down his spine. He felt dazed, confused. How could things of changed so quickly? How could he of gone from his blissfully rather ignorant life to this one, filled with questions and sensations and confusion.
He had known that hormones would begin affecting him as he aged into his teens. In fact, they already had a little. But how could these hormones want so badly for Draco to touch him? What did it mean, when Draco's touch created such a fire in him when no one else's ever had?
"Do you love me?"
The words were whispered against his ear, and he shivered.
"I don't know...."
Harry's eyes snapped open. Blackness was all the met his eyes, but he heard the familiar sounds of his friends breathing and snoring and so didn't panic.
Not that it mattered, he was too surprised to do more than lay there anyway. His first vaguely romantic dream, and it had featured Draco. That in itself wasn't surprising, since Draco had been on his mind almost every minute of the day for the last week. But he'd been so bothered by Draco's dreams of him, he hadn't paused to think what would happen if he had his own. He hadn't been planning on having his own!