A.N. Haye, Harry/Draco fans! I really need a beta reader or two if anyone is interested. Those of you who have read some of my fics before know how true that is.

Let me warn you now that this is *Slash* if you didn't already know. Also, slight reference to adult terms and situations.

One more thing! Shout-Outs to LelaMalfoy for forcing me to read the Harry Potter books in the first place.
SilverWolf for writing the first Harry/Draco I've ever read.
Mrs. Deamons for not taking my notebook up today in English, even though I was writing in it instead of doing my homework.



CHAPTER ONE: Dreaming and Sleeping

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Draco's P.O.V. -
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"Mr. Malfoy, Will you be as kind as to explain to the class what the main ingredient in a truth potion is?" Professor snape asked looking slightly nerved.

"Well it's obvious isn't it?" I replied with a smile, hoping I could appear to know it, yet not have to answer.

"I should hope so, but the only thing in this room that is obvious is the fact that no one did their homework. Now will you please answer the question for 'them'?" he stressed the word 'them' while looking at Potter.

"Well... I... "

"Just as I thought. Didn't do your homework, did you Draco?"

"No Sir... Had other things on my mind." I mumbled without looking up at him.

"Don't don't do it again. Hear me?"

I flashed him my classic 'You-Know-Me' smile as my reply.

"Potter, " Snape said as he turned on his heals so that he was now facing him. "Do you know the answer?"

"Benzoate?" he sounded like he was asking a question instead of answering one.

"Ten points from Gryffindor because someone must have told you."

I noticed that Potter's hand was tremlingslightly with anger.

'Merlin, he's hot when he's furious.'

I'd been hiding my feeling for him since the beging of my fifth year and the only thing that it had done was help turn my crush on him into a full blown obsession.

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Harry's P.O.V. -
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'I hate Snape. Why doesn't he ever pick on Draco... ' my thoughts were rudly interupted by Hermione calling me from behind.

"What?" I questioned, turning around.

"Draco's owl had a message for you today during dinner, which you missed, and Draco got furious! He jumped up, grabbed the letter, and sent the bird away with a severe push." she said quickly, somewhat out of breath from her attempt to catch up with me.

"You sure?"

"Possitive, It did land right on our table and seemed very angry at the fact that you were absent." a light smile could be seen in her eyes after she finished.

"What are you saying? Draco's owl is trying to tell me something?" she realy has lost her mind this time, "That's insane."

She quickly scanned the room to make sure no one could over hear her before she continued.

"You told me yourself about your feelings for Draco. Why don't you just spead up and tell him?"

"Think about what you just said. Malfoy is as straigh as they come."

"Are you blind or just dence?" she yelled as she left me to go to the library.

'What did she mean by that?' was the main thing going through my mind as I made my way towards Gryffindor.

Draco was the type of guy who somehow managed to sleep with a different girl almost every weedend, brag about it at his table loud enough for me to hear him, yet never got in trouble. Even though I can tell just by looking at Professor McGonagal that she hears him everytime.

He's never once shown any interest in me, or any other guy, that could couse me to lable him as gay or bisexual.

"Chocolate Butterflies." I mumbled to the fat lady.

"Are you feeling ok, Mr. Potter? You seem a tad bit grey." she said as the picture swung back allowing me to pass through.

"I"m fine." I lied.

I went straight to my room and layed down on my bed.

"Why can't you love me Draco? I need you to love me." I whispered as the clock turned to 5:54, a silent tear ran down my cheek. "I love you."

With that said, I feel asleep, Malfoy's face and voice running through my head and ruling my dreams like a tyrant king.

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"Are you going to eat that?" Goyle asked me, his chuby hand already on the last sugar cookie that my mother had sent me yesterday.

"Go ahead. I've already had several." I replied without looking up from a letter that I had just recieved from my dad.

Draco-
Rumor has it that your grades have been slipping. This doesn't have anything to do with that crush you told your mother and I about over Christmas? Who is the lucky girl anyway? You must have forgotten to tell us. I trust you to find a nice PUREBLOOD.
Get your grades up of I'll have you my way when you get back. I don't like hurting you, but how else are you suppost to learn.
Your mother sends her love.
-Lucius Malfoy

'If he only understood.' I thought cringing at the thought of my last punishment, in which I had recieved eight lashes with a leather whip before being left in the cold, damp dungens for a fortnight. My mother's brief visits when she brought me food as my only company.

I know that I had deserved it for talking back to my father in front of Mr. Fudge, but that was one thing that I would only repeat if Potter in all his beautiful glory was my grand prize for doing so.

"Guys, I'm going to retire early tonight." I told Crabbe and Goyle as I got up, shoved the letter in my cloak pocket, and headed towards the stares. "Goodnight."

Once in the room marked '7th Year Boys,' I fell fully dressed onto my bed and pulled the green curtains closed. Ever since I'd came to Hogwarts for the first time, the deep green, that decorated most everything in Slytherin, had been my only confort. My favorite color would wash over me and help me forget everything, but not even it could get my mind off of Potter.

"Why Potter? Why can't you love me, Harry." I said out loud clutching my pillow trying to hold the tears back, "I need you to love me."

I glanced over at the clock which read 5:54.

"I love you." After those words left my lips, I allowed a lone streak of moisture to run down my face and feel asleep with my mind lingering on Potter's angelic face and heavenly body, and in my sleep I was aware of a small smile that formed on my lips.

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A.N. You like? Let me know if I should put chapter 2 up. Love You! SlytherinDreams