A/N: thank you for all those reviews, I really didn't expect too much of them, thanks for all those people who sent 'em. You guys really made me want to continue this… so here goes.

Sleep-Talking His Way into Harry's Arms

The events from the Dark Arts lesson, though short lived, had been draining on the young Malfoy. Barely able to climb the stair case leading up to the Slytherin dorm room his friends had suggested a quick stop off in the great hall for a much needed caffeine fix.

The hall was definitely great… Unusually busy for a week night it was alive with the social life of the school, the collisions of opposing personalities in each house bought together left behind nothing less than a battle scene. Younger students were shouting at each other from across the table, random abuse; while elder students gave each other looks not so different from that which a school girl receives from a homeless man with a beard.

It had been a bad idea, barely two sips in and he had officially 'crashed out' on the table, leaving himself victim to many a suspicious glare.

One of these particular glances came from Harry himself, and it was certainly called for.

As Malfoy slept he broadcasted in an array of grunts his innermost desires for the whole school to hear. "Harry. Oh, Harry… I want it like before… Uh huh… Oh yeah, that's good."

There was a silence over the great hall, an occurrence usually contained to the summer holidays, when pupils and teachers alike had left, homeward bound. Harry lowered his head; in a vain attempt to conceal he's ever reddening face behind a bread basket.

Vincent Crabbe, one of Malfoy's 'disciples' seemed even more lost for words than usual, which was no mean feat, instead he just nudged his friend back into the land of the living, to face the music, as it were.

"What the hell is going on Crabbe, why did you just let me sleep in front of everyone like that…? This is so embarrassing", the words were hushed, but none the less severe. "Christ al…" He stopped his ranting, feeling the eyes of his peers almost burn though him.

A particularly brave young Ravenclaw saw what would most likely be his only opportunity to get some much sought after revenge on his oppressor. "Oh Harry!" He leapt out of his seat, exaggeratingly rubbing his arms, "Harry… I want it like before."

A storm of laughter came over the Hall as herds of adolescents enjoyed witnessing the fall of one of Hogwarts greatest living Tyrants.

There was one in the Hall who did not join in the festivities however, it was Harry. He had planned for a quiet hot chocolate before sneaking off to the Gryffindor common room to finish off some much over due Divination assignment, however, as the case was, even the best laid plans can fall in certain circumstances.

After witnessing a very public display of embarrassment, culminating in Malfoy's exit, Harry chose to follow in suit- not one to leave questions unanswered, and boy he had a lot of questions.

"Was it true?" Potter chased his fallen foe down the corridor. Malfoy was alone, no doubt abandoned by his popularity seeking comrades, who feared the effect he may have on their influential positions. He stood still, but couldn't face turning round.

"Was it?" Harry repeated his question.

"So what if it was?" Still intent on keeping his much damaged bad-boy persona, Malfoy avoided answering the question.

"So…" Harry took in a deep breath, there was only one way to say this, and he just wished he remembered what it was. "So. Maybe we could… I dunno… Get a drink sometime?"

Malfoy turned, and, though he tried to hide it, Harry couldn't help but notice a small satisfied smirk on he's face. Still leaving things vague he spat out a little "You wish, Potter", before walking off to confront a common room no doubt already alive with gossip and speculation over a once un-questioned leader.

A/N: So, wat ya think? Gimme some reveiws if you think this has any potential...