Draco is humoured by how he feels for someone. . . But he can't help but feel why the urge suddenly came over him.
Draco Malfoy was quite surprised by what was happening to him over the monotonous summer. He had dreams. Dreams about a certain person, and it didn't scare him, or confuse him. It just made him laugh. It made him hungry for a bit more than just a dream.
Draco woke up in the middle of the night one lazy summer day by the snoring of Professor Snape. After the Death Eater's attack on Hogwarts, Draco was staying at Snape's place. He hated how bad the placed smelled, and he hated Professor Snape.
The fact did remain: Professor Snape was suppose to take care of Draco. He made the Unbreakable Vow, and he had to stick to it for life, but Draco didn't want Snape to. That was just it: Draco didn't like fighting, especially if he risked hurting Harry Potter.
"There I go again," he whispered to himself in the stillness of his room. The snoring from Snape could be heard through the walls, and yet, Draco's voice couldn't be heard.
Yes, it was Harry Potter that Draco had feelings for. But it wasn't just feelings. There was a guilt deep in his heart. Whether it be cold, or covered with dust, he had a heart. And this heart was for Harry Potter.
Draco dreamed about the day Professor Snape killed Dumbledore. He had dreams about saving Harry, and taking him away from all that. From the cold, dead figure of Dumbledore lying in the grass.
Then it hit him, hit him like a bomb. He couldn't go on like this in secrecy forever. He had to figure out if Harry liked him back...All in good time, though. All in good time.
Slumping back into his fluffy pillows, Draco closed his eyes. It was easy to feel calm if he thought about Harry. It was easy to think about him, too. But he always wished for more than that. He wanted something more than just visions. He wanted the real thing, and before he knew it, he was going to get it.