Disclaimer: Don't own anything, if I did I'd probably be off finishing the seventh HP book, not writing fanfics on my own books.

Warning: MAJOR SLASH! If anyone doesn't know what this means, it's a guy/guy relationship. If this offends you in any way, then please, feel free to hit the back button.

A/N: So this doesn't confuse anyone, this is fourth year, like a remake of GoF. Yet another fic I'm starting, sorry for the long delay on chapter 7 of LOTT, this should make up for it until the chapter is finished. And Harry's dream is in italics.

Hi, I Want You
Chapter 1

'Do those two ever leave you alone? I mean, you'd think they'd want some time to be by themselves but no, they're always trailing after you. Don't you get tired of it?' a blond boy sitting on the edge of Harry's bed drawled, rather lazily.

'Sometimes but they can be really fun to be around when they're not having a row about some stupid thing.' Harry said absently while rummaging through his trunk, 'But it's always better being around you.' He looked up at the boy and grinned.

'Of course it is.' the blond reached down and took Harry's chin in his hand. He leant forward and placed his lips harshly against Harry's. It happened all in a fraction of a second, the blond had leaned too far forward and went tumbling off the bed landing –not very gracefully- on top of Harry, who was knocked onto the floor with a loud-

Snore?

Harry awoke with a start and sat up, looking around wildly. His eyes landed on Ron who was snoring loudly, mumbling things like, 'Binns wouldn't know action if it came up to him, introduced itself, performed a stand-up comedy act and did the can-can.' and then he shouted to the air, 'What would you know, Hermione? You think it's interesting when Willy What's-his-face used a muggle metal finder-thing to find his lost Sickle, honestly!' Laughing quietly, Harry reached over and grabbed his glasses.

'Who was that boy in my dream?' Harry wondered, 'And since when did I go around kissing boys?' He liked Cho Chang, a gorgeous Ravenclaw fifth year, why would he suddenly like guys? Even with the awkwardness of the dream he decided he would tell Hermione about it in the morning, she might be able to help.

'Hermione, I need to tell you about a dream I had last night once you're done.' Harry whispered to Hermione in the Great Hall the next morning while she was grabbing a piece of toast.

'Can't you tell me here?'

'No, I can't risk anyone else hearing it.'

'Okay, I'm not that hungry anyway, c'mon.' She stood up and told Ron she was going to find something in the library for Harry. The two left and went up to the deserted common room.

Harry explained everything that had happened in the dream, all the while Hermione listening intently, she seemed to be trying to find out who the mysterious boy was. 'So you've never seen him before?'

'No.' Harry replied, slightly annoyed, for she had asked the same question four times already, receiving the same answer each time. 'Hmm… Did you notice what his uniform looked like?'

'No, I didn't really look at what he was wearing, but it didn't look like Hogwarts robes.' she looked pleased when he said that.

'You remember how Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students are coming this year?' Harry nodded and she continued, 'I think it was a student from there, one of our year.'

'How could they be in our year? Students under age seventeen aren't allowed to enter.' Harry told her although he knew she already had known that.

'Didn't you hear Dumbledore say they were going to bring a few of their top students in younger years? Mind you, they can't enter their names.' She said matter-of-factly.

'Er-.'

'We'll just have to see who it is when the students come tonight. Who knows, maybe it was just a dream, the person might not even be real.'

Harry doubted it had been just a dream, it had seemed so real, as if it were to happen sometime in the future. He didn't say this of course, Hermione might have thought he should see Madam Pomfrey if he told her this.

The rest of the classes went by too quickly for Harry. He didn't want to see the boy from his dream, worried he might imagine kissing him again but he knew it was inevitable. When the school went outside after a short last class, Harry was so nervous he almost couldn't walk. 'Harry, it's all right. It's just a boy, you see Ron all the time and he's a boy.' Hermione tried to reassure him.

'Yeah, but I don't have dreams of kissing Ron, do I?' Harry wished he hadn't said that and shuddered as soon as the words had left his mouth. He was too busy getting the horrible images out of his head to notice the Beauxbatons carriage arriving but he watched as the Durmstrang ship emerged from the bottom of the lake.

'Well, is he from Beauxbatons?' Hermione asked.

Harry watched the French students go inside the castle, ruling each boy out, one by one. 'No.' Then he turned back to look at the Durmstrang ship where students had begun to file out. His nervousness had faded slightly. 'Perhaps the boy isn't real…' Harry thought hopefully as more students exited the ship, 'I don't think he is, it was probably just a dream…hang on, is that him?'

A blond boy had just gotten out of the ship, talking to a boy in front of him. He looked exactly like the blond in Harry's dream, same height as Harry, quite thin and the same white-blond hair that fell just below his ears. 'Hermione, that's him!' He whispered to her as said boy walked past them. 'Are you sure?' She asked, her eyes following him. Harry nodded and motioned for her to be quiet so he might catch the boy's name.

'This castle isn't nearly as big as Durmstrang.' The other boy was saying.

'No, but it looks…nice.'

'Didn't you say your mother wanted you to go here, Draco?' the blond nodded and turned to look at the Hogwarts students, his eyes landing on Harry.

'So his name is Draco.' Hermione said, before turning back to Draco only to find he was watching Harry closely. 'Harry?' she looked over at Harry to see his eyes locked with Draco's. 'Yeah?' he replied, finally breaking from the trance.

'Never mind.'

'I wonder what Durmstrang castle looks like!' Ron exclaimed, having missed the whole exchange between the boys. They went inside with the rest of their school, Hermione explaining to Ron that he couldn't see it because he doesn't attend that school.

Harry, Hermione and Ron sat down near the end of the table, Ron ushering the Durmstrang students -more like Krum- to come over and sit with them. Harry didn't want them to as Krum was talking to Draco and he didn't want to sit next to the blond right now. But, as luck would have it, Ron convinced them to sit down and Krum and Draco sat down between Harry and Ron. Hermione cast a sympathetic glace towards Harry as he shifted as far away as possible from the boy.

"Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy." He said smiling, extending a hand for Harry to shake. 'Of all my luck.' Harry thought and nervously took Draco's hand, "Harry Potter." He knew what was coming next, he would be all surprised and ask, "Are you really?" but it didn't happen. He was quite taken aback when Draco started a conversation with him; he found it pleasantly easy to talk to the blond. His nervousness had disappeared completely and he discovered he had made a new friend in someone he had been afraid to even lay eyes on.

Harry awoke the next morning feeling quite content, having had such a wonderful conversation. He closed his eyes again and pictured the blond smiling, his pearly white teeth shining from the candles in the Great Hall. His thoughts carried him away and soon he was picturing him slowly unbuttoning his shirt, smirking at him as mischief danced in his eyes. Harry moaned aloud before jerking his eyes open again, panting slightly, afraid of what he had saw.

He got up, quickly showered, dressed and went down into the common room to see if Hermione was up. She wasn't there. He went down to the Great Hall to find her at the Gryffindor table, talking to Draco. When she saw him she moved over and he had no choice but to sit between her and Draco. "Morning Harry!" she exclaimed rather cheerfully, he wondered what had gotten her into such a good mood. "Draco was just telling me what a nice conversation you two had last night, why don't you continue it? Just ignore me, I'll talk to Krum." She grinned at Harry's look of horror and turned to Krum on her other side.

He looked directly at Draco, for the first time this morning and noticed something different about him. He didn't seem as friendly as he had the night before; a slight glint twinkled in his eyes as he almost sneered at Harry. "Would you like to go for a walk outside?"

"Er-ouch!" Hermione elbowed him in the ribs, obviously eavesdropping, "Sure."

They walked out onto the grounds, the cool November air blowing about their hair. Draco stopped just beside the greenhouses, out of sight of everyone else outside. He turned to face Harry and reached out a hand to run through Harry dark locks.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Harry stuttered.

"Admiring your gorgeous hair…and eyes." Draco said, a glazed look forming over his vision as he scanned his eyes over Harry, pausing at particular places. The Gryffindor shifted underneath the foreigner's gaze, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Draco moved closer, pressing his body against the other boy's. Harry's breathing quickened as he felt himself becoming aroused at the gesture. Draco must have felt it too because he smirked at him and drawled, "Like that?" pausing, he leaned -if possible- even closer to Harry and whispered, "How about this?" and with that he harshly forced his lips together with Harry's, slipping his hands up the Gryffindor's shirt. Harry moaned and threw his head back; exactly what Draco wanted him to do. He quickly placed his lips firmly on Harry's neck, scattering tiny marks in his wake.

A/N: Wow, long first chapter, I hope you liked it. I certainly did! Really, this is probably going to be my favourite fic so far. The more reviews I get, the faster I'll update!

Nicole