Sorry for the delay of this chapter- we never quite got round to finishing thi chapter after we got bak from New York. Unforunately it is more difficult at the moment for us to write properly as I live across the seas from my fellow writer, but because we are such kinf authers (lol) we spent all our money on phone bills to get the story back on track...lol...anyway...keep reading...

thanks for being so patient. love the dragon lovers xxx

Suspicions and Discoveries

Harry headed to his next lesson, Divination, with a massive grin on his face from making Draco the most uncomfortable he has ever been. He climbed up the staircase. Finally he reached the top of the stairs, went into the classroom and sat down next to Ron in his usual seat. He was just about to tell Ron about his conversation with Draco ………no…………….Malfoy, then realised that that would probably not be the best idea if he was still trying to keep his straight exterior, but somehow he felt that he couldn't hold it in much longer. He sat down still thinking about whether he should tell Hermione about the fact he was gay. He certainly would not be telling Ron in the near future. He wouldn't understand, not understand how there could be another thing to make him feel like an outsider.

Harry was still in a world of his own when he suddenly heard his name be yelled in his ear.

"Harry………………….Harry"

"………………….Yeah, Merlin, sorry I was in a world of my own, what did I miss?" Harry said trying not to sound like in his head he was considering something very important to him.

"Not much, just some crap about how we are learning about how to analyse our dreams"

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

"Sorry, what?" Harry said holding back a cough.

"Ooooooh Why is there something that you are wanting to tell me, you have been acting really weird lately, OMG you have a crush, who is the lucky girl?" Ron said

"What? Merlin! Why do you ask? I don't, really, I don't." Harry said a little to fast.

Ron slightly taken aback just answered with a plain.

"Er…… ok, sorry!"

Harry and Ron sat in silence as they listened to the lesson.

Harry sat intrigued by the lessons as he was finding out about what his dream REALLY meant.

Professor Trelawney began….

"Dreams have several different meanings, if you dream about falling it can mean anything between changes, fear and remorse. Some off you may have heard of what we call the All- Seeing Eye. Can any of you tell me what this is?"

Harry thought he had read about it somewhere, but he wasn't brave enough to say anything. No one showed any signs of intelligence, but instead became very interested in their desks. Professor Trelawney continued.

"The All- Seeing Eye is a very rare gift, but is usually spread between soul mates. The only other person I know to have it, apart from Dumbledore himself of course, is He Who Must Not Be Named."

Harry thought he saw her eyes rest subtly on him for just a moment, before she blinked and looked away again. Trelawney went on to explain more of this rare and wonderful gift. For once he was actually paying attention to this strange teacher, and gained some knowledge in return. With the All- Seeing Eye, one could watch over the past, see the present and the future. Harry pondered over his dream and wondered if there was a connection with this and Trelawney's subtle but regular glances over at him. Maybe, did he have this All-Seeing- Eye thingy? No, he can't have.

"I mean it's really rare gift, right?" Harry said out loud.

"What? Harry? Harry? HARRY!"

"Huh? What? Oh, sorry, I was in a completely different world."

"Yeah I gathered. You were talking to yourself."

At the end of the lesson Harry went up to Trelawney.

"I know why you are here."

Harry stood in silence and allowed her to continue.

"You feel that inside you there is the All Seeing Eye. You are right in thinking this. You have the power to see all and as you grow older this gift will become more apparent. Have you any idea of who your soul mate might be?

Harry, not wanting to say anything about his dream of Draco and his enormous crush on him, still stood in silence.

"Harry, you have been blessed with a gift. Use it well, do not abuse it."

Trelawney leaned in towards Harry, a sweet, strange smell of perfume greeting his nose. He leaned slightly back, trying to avoid the bug like stare of Trelawney's eyes through her thick, round glasses. Not really quite sure how to respond, he gave a meek smile hoping it would encourage her to continue. He wondered if there was a subtle way he could get her to explain his most recent dream, without telling her everything. Right on cue Trelawney spoke in her airy fairy voice again

"If you have any questions, Harry, I am always here to guide you. Please, do not hesitate to ask for some professional advice or assistance."

She gave him a questioning smile.

"Um, Professor? You said that this All- Seeing- Eye allows you to see past, present and future, right?"

"That is correct, Harry. Yes, in your dreams. Sometimes you experience a future event, sometimes you watch one from the past, maybe one you do not appear in, and sometimes, which I know you have experienced, your mind travels to another being, where you experience their emotions. He Who Must Not be Named, as caused this to happen to you."

Harry shivered, remembering all to well past dreams, suddenly wanting to get out of this foggy mysterious atmosphere.

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Ron sat by the fire in the Gryffindor common room playing Exploding Snap with Hermione, Crookshanks curled up in her lap.

"Hermione? Have you noticed anything odd with Harry lately?"

"What? Oh, I don't know. Why?"

"He was acting really weird in Divinations, and then went over to TALK to her. I mean, WHO wants to DO that?"

"So? Maybe he needed help with homework or something."

"Hermione, Harry would NOT go up to ask for homework help. He's got you for that."

Hermione mimicked one of Draco's glares.

"I bet he's got a crush on someone. Don't know who though. Oh Merlin it better not be Ginny!"

"Ron, you are so thick sometimes. Of course it isn't Ginny."

"Well who then? Wait! Do you know? Has he told you? Why hasn't he told me?"

"No he hasn't told me. I'm just more observant. He's been acting different for ages." The added, almost to herself, "Just more so recently, especially since the rehearsals for the play began. Anyway," she said planning on changing the subject, "hadn't you be practicing for the match?"

Ron looked at his watch, before suddenly jumping up.

"Shit I'm late. Harry's going to kill me."

Hermione gave a sigh, and thought of Harry. He certainly had been acting differently recently. He definitely had a crush, but on who was a different matter. He always made a point on expressing his opinion on the Hogwart's girls. It was clear he found them all silly, or they were just friends. She thought for a moment, then gave an excited squeal.

HE'S GAY! Merlin, he has to be. That is sooo cute. I can't WAIT to see Ron's face when he figures… if he ever does. He can be so thick sometimes.

And with a new spring in her step, (and hair) she made her way to the Quidditch pitch, where she found her usual place wedged between Neville and Hagrid. As Harry and Ron entered the pitch, she caught their eyes and gave a cheery wave.

A roar of sound greeted both the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams. The sly Slytherins usual smirks were somewhat dissssguising their look of nervoussssnesss. Malfoy stood slightly to one side, the sunlight gleaming on his white-blonde head. He caught Harry's eye and gave him a subtle wink.

Harry, for the second time today, took a double take, but when he did, Draco was staring at the ground. Harry really fancied Draco, but coming up with all these continuous fantasies, was getting a bit obsessive.

"Captains, shake hands," ordered Madame Hooch, as Angelina and Montague reached each other. Harry could tell Montague was trying to crush Angelina's fingers, though she did not wince. "Mount your brooms..."

Madame Hooch placed her whistle in her mouth and blew.

The balls were released and the fourteen players shot upwards.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Draco rise higher to circle the pitch. The game continued, as usual with Lee Jordon running the commentary, and a few narrow escapes from Bludgers.

After about twenty minutes of hard play and fouling from the Slytherins, with Gryffindor ten points in the lead, Harry caught his first glimpse of the Snitch. As Harry gathered speed towards it, he felt a burning heat to his right. He glanced round, only to see Draco experiencing the same feeling. As they both came closer to the snitch, they both reached to grab it, but instead saw what seemed to be a bolt of lightning, which joined the pair's hands together. An electrifying sensation took over their body's, as they blacked out and fell to the ground.

Hermione ran to where the still bodies lay, shortly followed by Ron. Concerned, they bent down over Harry, just as Dumbledore reached the lifeless bodies. Using a spell, he lifted Harry and Draco onto stretchers and guided them to the hospital wing, where Madame Pomfrey awaited them, seeing to Harry first. It appeared that Harry and Draco had experienced some sort of bonding, not allowing them to be any further away than ten metres of each other. Utterly bewildered by this occurrence in two worst enemies, Madame Pomfrey turned to Dumbledore for an explanation.

"This case is certainly an intriguing one, as it normally occurs between soul mates. This of course could only be a correct theory if Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy were infact homosexual," he added with a twinkle in eye. Dumbledore looked over at Hermione for an answer, and she slowly nodded her head with a smile.