I, being quite angry at Malfoy, decided to ignore him. It was very difficult you know, seeing as he was the only other person in the room. After about a couple of hours of silence, I decided to finally speak to him.

"So, how is Quidditch going for you guys?"

Silence.

"Draco, you can stop ignoring me now."

Silence again.

"Malfoy, will you stop!" I said, slightly shouting, but I stopped when I saw him. He was asleep. Now I felt a little bad, I was talking rather loudly.

I sat there and memorized his features: his slender face, chiselled jaw, strong nose, and eyes. And that hair, that soft, gentle looking hair. How I just wanted to run my fingers through it and take Draco and…

Whoa there Gin, pace yourself, you two haven't even had a civil conversation and you are thinking like that? You wicked girl.

I suppose I was really tired to think of things like that. So, instead of divulging myself, I decided to fall asleep as well.

After what felt like just a couple minutes of sleeping, I awoke with a start. Something was different, but I couldn't quite place it. Then I looked up and noticed that Draco was not in his seat sleeping. I couldn't really find where he was. That was until I heard his whisper in my ear.

"So, you've finally awoken."

"Draco, what are you going on about?"

"You. I watched you when you were sleeping. The way your hair falls around your face," his gorgeously long fingers started playing in my hair. "The way your entire body moves with every breath you take," he reached out and grazed a tantalizingly light touch over my stomach and ended by placing his hand on the small of my back. The tingling in my body was unbearable, yet wonderful at the same time. "Then I noticed your beautifully long eyelashes that grazed your absolutely adorable freckles," now he actually leaned in and kissed my closed eyelids. He better kiss me properly very soon, or I am definitely going to go mad! "Finally, your lips. They part slightly when you sleep you know, they look so full, and are oh so irresistible." With that he finally captured my lips in his. The sensations vibrating through my body were those like I have never felt before. Sure, I had kissed many a boy, but nothing compared to this.

Effortlessly he stood the both of us up, and closed the distance between our bodies, all with our lips still connected. He was tracing patterns on my back, and I was almost certain that he would burn through my flesh at any minute. And as he pushed me against the wall, with his other hand in my hair, I knew that I would not mind at all if we were locked in that classroom for ever.

Then things started getting weird.

Suddenly the "Golden Trio" burst through the door, wands at the ready. Before I knew it Draco had jumped away from me and pulled out his wallet to fight Harry (he still did not have his wand mind you). He spouted off hexes, oblivious to the fact that he was using his bill fold.

I stepped away from the two boys and looked at the other two who were in the back of the room. Then Ron burst out into song.

"My gift is my song. And this one's for you."

Oh God, he was serenading Hermione.

"And you can tell everybody, that this is your song. It may be quite simple, but, now that it's done."

"Oh, Ronnie!"

And she liked it! Oh, vomit, they were kissing. Thankfully, they were stopped when a fifth presence entered the room.

"Harry, stop! I have something that you need to know!"

Snape?

"Yes, Professor?"

"Harry," he stretched out his hand, "I am your real father."

"Nooooooooo," we all screamed.

Suddenly I awoke in a cold sweat. It was a dream, it was all a dream. It all felt so real. The kiss. I could still feel the kiss on my lips…

I noticed something different. Now when I looked at Draco, a thousand butterflies started fluttering around in my stomach.

Trying desperately to ignore my feelings, I laid myself back down on the floor and went back to sleep.