That night, Harry's dreams were filled with Draco. Them hugging, kissing, everything. He watched from afar as Draco started to take off his shirt, and kiss all the way down, starting to undo the button on Harry's pants. Just then, Ron pushed aside the curtains, and started to shake Harry. "Harry! Harry!" he gasped. Harry awoke with a start, cranky that his dream had been interupted. "Yes?" he mumbled, searching for his glasses, pushing his thick black hair out of his eyes. "What the bloody hell do you want?" Harry grumbled. Ron stared blankly at Harry. "You were screaming Malfoy in your sleep. I thought maybe he was attacking you in your sleep..." Ron trailed off. Harry smirked. If only Ron knew.
In the Sytherin rooms, Draco was also thinking about Harry. He had never wanted anyone or anything so badly. If only he didn't have to marry that annoying little twitch, Pansy. Oh how he hated her! She was always all over him. She was obsessed. Literally. He could never get away from her. Draco felt he couldn't tell anyone he was gay. Then, he would most certainly be alone. Atleast now he had... oh nevermind, Draco has no good friends. Draco sighed, running a thin perfect hand through his silver blond hair. He could never be satisfied with what he had, Harry would be his only satifaction.
The next day, they had potions right before lunch. Harry and Draco were, once again, partners. Draco, afraid that his feelings would show, attempted to ignore Harry. Despite his attempts, he frequently found himslelf staring at Harry. Obviously, Harry was sneaking glances at him too, for every once in a while, their eyes would meet, emerald against blue, and they would look away again.
Reaching for the bottle of rats poision, Harry knocked the heavy bottle over. "Dammit!" he swore. Hearing Snape dismiss the class to lunch, he hurried to clean up the poison, with Draco watching from above. Why was he there? He did have the chance to go to lunch with his friends! Why stay with someone he hated wih such a passion!? Hearing Snapes footsteps behind him, Harry hastened to clean. Snape stood behind Harry and Draco, and rumbled, "Since you and your foolish partner have knocked over such an expensive bottle of poison, I expect you to stay here, and clean all the desks to pay for it!" Draco's heart leaped. Alone with Harry? He cleared his throat and tried to look angry at Harry. "Okay, Professer. We shall clean all the desks." Draco faked a sigh, and grabbed a cloth, knowing he had no itention of cleaning at all. Snape left the dungeon, leaving them to clean. As his footsteps faded away, Draco turned and saw Harry busily scrubbing a desk. Draco walked over to Harry, and leaped on him, planting a desperate kiss on his lips.
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