Sweet Dreams
Disclaimer!-Harry Potter J.K. Rowling nothing! me! woohoo! happy?
"HARRY!'' Harry woke up sweating and panting in his four-poster bed the last Monday before the Christmas holidays. He peeked through his red curtains to see if anyone else was awake. Thankfully Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville were all snoring lightly in their beds. Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he closed his curtains and laid back, still silghtly panting. He closed his eyes trying to remember what had happened...there was another person in that bed with him in his dream...it was a blonde-headed boy...that blonde hair looked so familiar...Harry's eyes flew open and he sat straight up, growing wider each second as the realization of who had screamed his name washed over him...Draco Malfoy. "You've got to be kidding me...'' Harry whispered to no one as he laid back down, pulling the covers up over his head, groaning as he did so.
When Harry woke up that morning, he remembered the dream and was not particularly looking forward to going to the Great Hall to eat breakfast. He was the first one to wake which happened alot nowadays. He unwillingly got out of bed and headed over to the bathroom to take a shower. When he got out of the shower, there was still no one up. "Good maybe he's not up yet." So he dressed and went down to the Common Room to see if Hermione was up yet. As Harry descended the last stair, he looked around the Common Room but could not find Hermione. He was hoping to tell her the dream to see what she could make of it. ''I'll tell her when I get back," Harrry decided as he exited through the Fat Lady. Harry's short hair was a mess, as usual, but fell gracefully around his face, accenting his emerald eyes. He had certainly grown into his looks over the summer. He had a trim, well-toned body all thanks to quidditch and sun-kissed golden skin. He walked calmly into the Great Hall, hoping to Merlin that Draco was not in there. But, as fate would have it, as Harry took his usual seat, his fell on an equally handsome blonde Slytherin. Draco had indeed grown into his features. He had an equally toned body also thanks to quidditch, but his skin was still as pale as ever, almost glowing in the morning light. His short, platinum blonde hair fell around his silvery-grey eyes, ungelled and shining as it always had. Harry gazed at Draco for a few seconds before the blonde looked up and scoweld at him, but when he saw the awed look on Harry's face, he expression turned to one of curiosity. 'What is wrong with you, what, do you have a CRUSH on him now or something?' Harry's mind screamed to him. He quickly tore his eyes away from the blonde and tried to take his mind off of him, which was not an easy task. When he looked up his eyes would fall on Draco. Often when the blonde would catch Harry staring, Harry could feel Draco's eyes on him when he looked away. Finally Ron and Hermione came in and fired questions left and right. "Why didn't you wake me up?" Ron asked as he approched Harry. ''--or at least wait for us," Hermione piped up. "Sorry guys, I'll wait next time. I'm going back to the Common Room," whispered to Hermione,"I have to tell you something." Hermione nodded as Harry took one last look at the Slytherin table and picked up his toast and headed back to Gryffindor Tower.
A/N: I know this one was short, but I am new at this so don't kill me---eep! Well i'll post more if you review and give me a few ideas...Thanks! i love ya'll ! mL! 3 Holly Ann!