Disclaimer; I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters. JK Rowling does, and that is why she is my hero

The morning after…

I awoke the next morning, safe in my bed. "That was the best night's sleep I have had in months.' I thought to myself. I sat up in my bed and stretched….I was near naked, wearing only a red thong. 'How had that happened?' I must have gotten warm in the middle of the night. My nightgown lay strewn on the chair beside my bed. Yes, that was it. I put my robe on and walked over to the bathroom that I shared with Malfoy. I hoped he wasn't' in the shower already using all the hot water. I peeked in. Nope, he must still be sleeping in his room. I looked at the deep wide bathtub and smiled. Being Head Girl has its perks. I turned on all the faucets and let mounds of pink and blue bubbles fill up the tub. As I slipped into the warm water, my tired body relaxed. I had gotten used to the dreams of him, and chalked it up to the stress of the war over the summer, and of my final year here. Everything had to be perfect. I needed all Outstanding N.E.W.T.s, and above all that I had a sneaking suspicion that Ron had developed more than a passing crush on me. I had tried to gently tell him that having a boyfriend was the last thing I needed right now, especially after Viktor's death over the summer. I had not been in love with him, but he was my first kiss, and we remained friends until his family had been approached by Death Eater's to join them. They refused, and so, Viktor was killed. I tried to put all of this behind me. Harry had killed Voldemort. And no amount of crying could bring Viktor back.

The dream last night had seemed so real. His eyes, the way they sparkled when he looked at me, the way he kissed me. It was all too real, and I could almost smell his skin on mine. 'I am losing my mind.' that was all there was to it. 'Maybe I could go see Madam Pomfrey and tell her about the dreams; maybe there is a potion for a dreamless, peaceful sleep.' I smiled, that is what I need, a good night's sleep, and all of these dreams will stop.

I heard some movement behind his adjoining door. 'He must be awake' I thought 'it's about time.' although Snape would no sooner dock him points for his tardiness, than award her points for her potion making skills. 'Oh shit, I forgot to lock the door' Just as I rose out of the tub to go lock it, he walked in.

"Cant you knock?" I shouted

His face froze. He looked at me from top to bottom as I tried to hide my nakedness. Luckily some of the bubbles hid my most intimate areas.

"You can look away now Malfoy!" I said.

He blushed and looked down at the floor, mumbling some sort of apology.

I took that opportunity to grab my towel and wrap myself in it. I could feel my whole body blushing. How dare he just walk in here? When I was completely covered, he looked back up at me. Boring holes into me with those damn eyes. They looked as blue as the sky this morning, I felt a strange leap in my heart and stomach.

"Do you need to shower?" I asked quietly.

"Yes"

"Ok, just give me a minute to gather my things."

I started picking up my robe and red thong; his eyes froze when he saw them. Boy, this was embarrassing. Why can't Head Girl and Boy have separate bathrooms? When I turned around he was still staring at the thong I held in my hand. What was his problem? He wasn't throwing insults at me, or telling me 'Hurry up Mudblood' I left the room without another look at him. I wondered what he would think if he knew what I dreamed every night since school had began.

Barley a room away, Draco stood frozen in the doorway. He had walked in on her; he saw her body, in person, not just in a dream. 'What is wrong with me?' he wondered. Ever since she had started sharing this dorm with him he was plagued with strange dreams of her. The one last night had been the most real, the most passionate. He had wanted her when she showed up at his bedroom door. He didn't know that she had wanted him just as bad. He has spent years hating her, resenting her friendships and brains, and know-it-all attitude. But now, the war was over, everyone knew the truth. He was not and never wanted to be a Death Eater. He helped the Order after he fled with Snape, and was still having nightmares occasionally about Dumbledore's death. They killed his parents for his betrayal, and destroyed the only home he had ever known. Most of his fellow Slytherins did not want anything to do with him. They dare not try anything at school due to his Head Boy status, but before boarding the Hogwart's express, he noticed the lingering leers of his former friends. Only one or two remained to speak to him, Zabini and Pansy. He tore off his clothes and hopped in the hot shower, he was already late and doubted that any of his teachers would accept the excuse 'I'm sorry, I was ogling Granger in the bathroom' Wow, her body was amazing, he had seen it countless times in his dreams, but it looked even better, more toned, curvier in person. 'Stop it Draco' he thought to himself. The water ran over his pale, muscular body, he continued to think about her and an erection started stirring. "Shit" he said aloud. It was that thong that had pushed him over the edge. It looked so similar to the one in my dream last night, and she had looked so beautiful in it. Her perfect hazel eyes had shone at him in the moonlight. She had looked so innocent, like an angel. And then something had awoken in her and she had ravaged him. She had also called him by his first name, which drove him wild. Only a few people had ever called him that, and the sound of his name on her lips was heavenly. He finished his shower, and imagined in his mind her standing there waiting for him to emerge, wearing only that thong. He smiled and got dressed for his first class. Double potions with Gryffindor.

A/N I know this was short, but there is a method to my madness I hope. Thank You to everyone who has reviewed the previous chapter. Your words made me smile.

Thank you!

Jennifer