A.N. Ounce again I do NOT own Harry Potter. I am NOT making any money off of this. It's all J.K. Rowling's. I know the last chapter was short. So I made this one longer. . Oh, and thank you to all the people who reviewed. Don't worry the chapters will get longer as I go. .

The sunlight shone into Harry's hangings, forcing his eyes open. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to get the "sleepers" from them. Sighing, he sat up. Even though he could barley see, he could still see the shape of his glasses on his night stand, next to his bed. Harry rubbed his eye's ounce more and slipped his glasses on. He heard snores coming from his dorm mates, especially Ron, whose snore's could make a banshee jealous.

Harry slowly got up from his bed and stumbled to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He quickly used the Loo and took a shower. As he got out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his slim waist and opened the cabinet, looking for his toothbrush and toothpaste. Ounce he found them, he closed the cabinet door and looked in the mirror. Harry looked down; he turned on the faucet, getting his toothbrush wet. Putting on the toothpaste, he looked back up at the mirror, when he saw it…

The platinum-blonde hair… the gray eyes peering at him though the mirror. Harry's heart began to pound in his chest, clenching his toothbrush. Malfoy? Harry thought. The blonde looked at Harry as if hearing his thoughts. Harry gulped and turned around. But there was nothing, just a blank white wall. Harry sighed. Am I seeing things? Malfoy couldn't have just been here. Ha, I must be delusional. I mean… this is the Gryffindor dorm. He couldn't have the password . . . Could he? No, he couldn't. Besides I would have heard the door open. WAIT! The door!

Harry turned around and looked at the door. It was wide open! W-W-What? I closed that door! I know I did! Harry gulped. Okay Harry, it's okay. Your probably just seeing things and the wind probably just opened the door . . . Harry looked out the door. The window was closed. Okay so it wasn't the wind . . . M-Maybe one of the guys opened the door, saw me, noticing that the Loo was occupied and went back to bed . . . yeah, that's what happened. Harry closed the door ounce more and went back to brushing his teeth.

Ounce Harry was done. He put his toothpaste and toothbrush back in the cabinet. He was just about to open the door when . . . SHIT! I forgot my clothes. Could this day get any worse? Well I have no choice but to go out there. Man, why do I have to have two perverts in my dorm? Harry still remembered the last time he forgot his clothes.

Flashback

Dean and Seamus were lying on Dean's bed. Yeah, they were a couple . . . a couple of perverts. No matter what you say or do they always found away to make it sound like sex.Harry had just gotten out of the shower. He put a towel around his waist and walked out of the Loo. He quickly walked to his dresser when Dean whistled at his ass.

"Yeah! Shake it, Harry! Shake it!" Seamus yelled, laughing.

"Harry! Please! Put some clothes on!" Ron said, shielding his eyes with his hands.

Harry grabbed his robes and turned around. "Sorry, Ron. I'll just-" He was cut off by . . .

"Hey, Harry! Come over here and lay with us." Dean snickered.

"Yeah, we'll make you happy. If you know what I mean." Seamus gave Dean a high five.

Harry just sighed and went back to the bathroom. He sighed again and leaned against the door.

"Harry! Come back! We're the only ones who can please you!" Dean yelled, though the bathroom door.

"Oh, yuck! Seamus, Dean. Can't you see Harry's not interested in you guys . . . Who would be anyway?" Ron always stuck up for him, even if he was as sick of all this conversation. Harry shook his head and began to put his robes on.

End Flashback

Harry opened the door so it was ajar and peeked out. Everyone seemed to still be sleeping. He slowly opened the door so it wouldn't make any noise and tiptoed to the dresser. So far so good. He grabbed his clothes, turned around and was greeted with a...

"Hey, Harry," Harry threw his hand over his heart as it pumped viciously.

"Ron, are you trying to kill me?" Harry whispered, trying not to wake anyone else.

"Sorry, mate. Oh, maybe you should get dressed. You don't want Dean and Seamus to see you like this, now do yah?" Ron snickered. "Remember what happened last time? Oh, shit that was nasty . . . But funny,"

"Yeah I remember . . . Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get dressed."

"Oh, right. Sorry," Ron stepped aside-letting Harry walk past him.

"No problem,"

Harry practically ran to the Loo. He quickly slipped his robes on. He sighed. Finally I'm safe. He walked back out. Ron was sitting on his bed flipping though Quidditch Though the Ages.

"Hey, Harry. Ready for breakfast?" Ron asked flipping a page.

"Yeah, but what about the others?" Harry looked at his dorm mate's beds.

"Let them sleep in. Now come on, I'm starving." Ron said walking into the common room and out the portrait of the fat lady. Harry shook his head and followed. When he exited the common room, he realized how for ahead Ron was.

"Ron! Wait up!" Harry began to jog.

"Oh sorry, Harry. I'm just really hungry," Ron slowed down so Harry could catch up with him.

"Always thinking about your stomach, huh?"

Ron grinned and patted his stomach. They continued on their way the Great Hall. Talking mostly of Quidditch and how to beat Slytherin. Not that they needed to plan that, but they still did anyway . . . Just in case.

"So I think if you did that flying move, Malfoy wouldn't know what hit him." Ron said laughing.

"Yeah, he wouldn't-" Harry suddenly stopped. Oh shit! I almost forgot about meeting Draco . . . Wait! I mean Malfoy! MALFOY! Harry made a small sigh. I almost forgot about meeting Malfoy at the lakeside tonight.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Ron asked opening the door to the Great Hall.

"Yeah, Yeah, I'm-I'm fine," Harry walked over to Hermione, who was already up!

"When did you get up? And why didn't wake us up?" Ron asked sitting down next to Harry and crossed from Hermione, piling food onto his plate.

"Before you guys' . . . and I couldn't because if you haven't noticed but I'm a girl, which means I can't go into the boy's dorm." Hermione said, moving her plate so she could put an enormous book on the table and begun to read.

"Oh, trust me, Hermione. I've noticed," Ron whispered so only Harry could hear. Harry snickered at this.

"What was that, Ron?" Hermione looked up from her book.

"Nothing, nothing," The tips of Ron's ears turned red with embarrassment. Harry shook his head, taking a bite out of a biscuit. Harry sighed and looked across the Great Hall, at the Slytherin table where Draco was laughing with his friends. Man, but this morning gave me quiet a scare . . . Seeing Draco in my mirror. But he was so handsome, with his beautiful grey eyes and- WHAT AM I SAYING? This-This is M-Malfoy. My enemy! He's-He's . . . Oh, fuck it! Draco Malfoy is hot!

Hermione looked up at Harry and Ron. Ron was stuffing is face with food, nothing odd there. But Harry was daydreaming, looking over at the Slytherin table practically drooling? Hermione waved her hand in front of Harry's face. Harry continued to look ahead not aware of Hermione trying to get his attention. Hermione looked over to see who Harry was staring at. M-Malfoy? Why would Harry be staring at Malfoy . . . Unless . . . Hermione made a small gasp that only she heard. He liked Malfoy . . . But-But Harry's not gay . . . Right? I mean he did go out with Cho Chang. Unless he's bisexual . . . But Harry would have told us, well maybe not Ron but me, right? But he could have been just scared to tell us. I can't believe I never saw it. Ron's going to be pissed . . . Oh, well.

Hermione was drawn out of her thoughts by Harry finally speaking.

"I'm going back to the common room," Harry stood up, looking at Hermione and Ron with a blank expression.

"But Harry . . . All you had was one biscuit," Ron pointed out.

"Yeah, well, I'm not very hungry . . . Well c̀ya," Harry walked out of the Great Hall.

Harry sighed, walking to the Gryffindor common room. I think Hermione suspects something. FUCK! I shouldn't have stared at Draco. Who couldn't though? Harry was pulled out of his thoughts . . . Was that foot steps behind him? Harry turned around . . . Nothing. What's up with me today? First Draco's in my mirror, then I start liking him, and now I think someone is following me? Merlin . . .

Harry felt coldness like someone was rubbing an ice cube up and down his spine. He continued on his way unaware that someone or something was following him. Harry turned around to looked again . . . Nothing. Am I going crazy? Harry saw something out of the corner of his eye. He quickly turned to see what is was, but whatever it was moved too quickly. Harry ran down the hall scared that the creature would return when . . .

"Potter?"

Harry turned around and came face to face with . . . Draco Malfoy.