AN: Is it me or are my chapters getting shorter: sigh: oh well the hell with it. NEXT!

Chapter 4

Harry was disappointed when Draco'Oh so now it's Draco' he thoughtdidn't reappear during dinner. It was all right though. He would bide his time.

"What this?" Gino, who was sitting next to him, asked pointing to a dish.

"Oh that's shepherd's pie. Ron loves it."

"I foor doo." Ron said with his mouth full of stuffing. It translated as, "I sure do."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and Gino scooped himself a heliping. "Honestly Ron are you going to act like this when you meet my parents?"

Harry' ears perked up. "Parents? Ron are you going to visit Hermione over the summer?"

Hermione shook her head. "My parents, even though their muggles are going to stay at Grimmauld place for the holidays. It's just a little get together we're having."

Harry sulked. "A gathering I can't go to." He muttered and Hermione gave him a sad nod.

"Will Dumbledore not let you go?" Harry shook his head. Damn that old coot. He was ruining his life. Harry picked at his plate for the remaining of dinner, though he did grab a piece of pie for dessert. He felt depressed.

"Don't worry." Gino said as they walked up to the boy's dormitories. "I am here to for Christmas too though I have not celebrate it before."

Harry laughed and clapped him on the shoulders. "Well then next week you'll see how fun it really was."

The next day was the Saturday trip to Homesgade. Since he now had access, Harry had plans to but his friends Christmas gifts. When they entered the dormitories, Harry changed into his pajamas, which Ginny had gotten him for his birthday. They were sky blue and had little teddy bears over them. A few Gryffindor girls cooed on how cute he was in them. He played a game of chess with Ron who beat him four times, and then finished his Transfiguration essay that was due tomorrow. With a yawn, he said goodnight to his friends and roommates and went to bed. He closed the curtains around his bed and fell into deep slumber.

DREAM

It was dark and Harry was shivering, alone and cold. "Help me!" he called out. He couldn't see anything. Suddenly a light blinded him and warm arms surrounded him.

"Don't worry my jade prince. I'm here." His savior said.

Harry sighed and fell into his lover's embrace. He was safe and nothing could ever harm him again.

END DREAM

Harry shot up in bed, panting. What a dream. He was sure it wasn't a dream yet he knew it wasn't a vision. He recalled someone saving. Harry wanted to dwell on it some more, but his eyelids were heavy and he laid his head back on his pillow recalling the warmth and security when he was in savior's arms. With that Harry succumbed to sleep. He had a plan to seduce Malfoy tomorrow.

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Malfoy woke up the next morning feeling particularly grumpy. He still could not find his gel and Pansy was pestering him. He had to practically run to the Prefect's bathroom to avoid her. That blonde bitch. Malfoy took a shower, a cold shower for he had a very "steamy" dream and of course Potter was the starring role. 'Merlin I can't get him out of my head.' Draco thought and it was true. He had changed his password to, 'Messy hair and green eyes.' He was going crazy.

Draco knew he couldn't pursue his growing feelings for the other boy. If father or any Death Eater assosiate and he knew he was being spied on by many, it would be the end for him. He was aware that the elder Malfoy was having Zambini and Crabbe and Goyle to spy on him. Draco could easily sneak around the two large oafs, but Zambini was smart and Draco had to admit, almost as smart as him. Zambini was the top third student in school with Draco second and the Mudblood first. No matter how hard he tried, Potty and his friends always seemed to excel him.

After his bathroom 'fun' he exited the bathroom, dressed perfectly as usual. The only difference was that his hair framed his face. Damn he couldn't find his gel. Oh well, he was still perfect. He straightened up and strutted down to breakfast. When he entered he saw the ever wonderful Golden Trio chattering like the dumb Gryffindors they were. Actually Harry was talking at all but staring at his breakfast of fruit. The Mudblood and Weasel were though. The Slytherin Prince, as many called him took his seat at the Slytherin table, head held high and nobly took a few pancakes available and drizzled them lightly with syrup. He added a dash of hashbrowns to his plate, a piece of toast and a couple of pieces of bacon to complete his breakfast. He dug in and lifted the fork to his mouth. When he looked up though his jaw dropped and his pancakes slid off his fork and landed back on his plate with a plop. There across the hall was a sight to behold. Draco watched as Harry suckled on a large, ripe strawberry. His silver eyes had to watch as a trail of juice slid down his chin and Malfoy felt his pants tighten. Harry's eyes were half closed and they looked…….teasing? Was Harry doing this on purpose? The Gryffindor boy licked the juice from his chin with a pink tongue and smacked his lips greedily.

Draco gulped as Harry picked up another strawberry and dipped it in a saucer of cream before bringing it back to moist pink lips…….'I have to get out of here.!' Draco thought before he embarrassed himself. He stood up, leaving his breakfast and strode quickly out of the Great Hall, almost frantically.

Harry smirked. 'Gotcha Malfoy."

Harry finished his strawberries. Unbeknowgnst to him, his show had not gone unseen by others. Seamus had excused himself as well to go to the bathroom to um…'relieve' himself, Ginny was blushing horribly, and a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs wished that they were in Gryffindor to see that up close.

Harry was pleased and finished his breakfast with a bouncy attitude, making Hermione seem more suspicious. While Harry had performed his little 'show', Hermione was sure his eyes were locked with someone's at the Slytherin table. When she followed her gaze, sitting directly parallel from Harry was Malfoy himself and it made her fear the worse. Did her best friend and their worst enemy have something going on? She would find out. Making sure Harry didn't know she was on his case, Hermione poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice.

AN: Hahaha! Nosy Hermione huh? Sorry I wasn't very 'detailed' this chapter. I've been lazy!

Oh and too Hands Off, you're very smart. The De-Aging Potion will play in a little later though. Maybe next chapter I don't know. Thanks for reviewing. All my LOVE!