A/N: Yes, finally another chapter of this story completed! Sorry it's been so long, I haven't exactly been in the writing mood lately but hey, it's good to be back!

CHAPTER 3

Harry's first class that day was none other than Defense Against The Dark Arts with the Slytherins. It felt so strange, yet so unbelievably relieving that Snape wasn't their teacher anymore, nor was he even in the castle so students wouldn't even have to worry anymore about losing house points or getting detentions every time they passed him in the corridors. And obviously Draco Malfoy was no longer inhabiting Hogwarts, either, so especially Harry, Ron, and Hermione were happy they wouldn't have to deal with his snide remarks every time they were together in classes. Harry tried not to think about where Snape and Malfoy could be at this very moment and what they were doing, as it only reminded him of that Goddamned dream he kept having.

Their new teacher was a plump dark-hairedwoman from the Ministry, Professor Dawson, though she would only be teaching temporarily as a new teacher would be taking over by next year. Of course Harry knew it was impossible for anyone to remain a permanent DADA teacher at Hogwarts because of Tom Riddle.

Since Harry was sure he already knew the topic that was being discussed, he decided to play Tic-Tac-Toe on the corner of his paper with Ron, who was for ONCE not passing Hermione love notes or making suggestive winks at her. Hermione, who immediately changed back to her usual serious self during class, rolled her eyes and tried hanging onto every word that was was being discussed in class.

The class flew by rather quickly (wonder why), as did the next few classes. No interesting or extraordinary events took place during the morning, except for the usual class routines. The last class they had before lunch started was Potions, which for once Harry could stand now because there was no Snape peering nastily (and rather creepily) over his shoulder all the time. Though today the room suddenly felt warmer than usual, at least to Harry, and he propped his chin in his hand as he struggled to stay awake. Then he decided that since they wouldn't be brewing any kind of concoction today anyways, that he would allow himself to lay his headin between his folded arms on the desk, while he closed his eyes. Just to rest them for a bit. Obviously, it didn't quite work out that way as Slughorn's words started fading away and he drifted into sleep.

Once again, Harry found himself walking alone through that eerie forest, though he was sure he was being watched. The uncanny silence that surrounded him was so intense that he could feel it freeze his insides and chills run down his spine. As he stepped on a rather crunchy pile of leaves, he jumped and whirled around, but it was because of another sound he had heard behind him. All he saw was trees, no unusual shadows or anything. He stepped backward a bit, and when he went to turn around again, he thought he would have a heart attack.

Draco Malfoy stood there casually as though they were still in Hogwarts, his arms folded and that same exact smirk playing across his lips. This time, however, he wasn't wearing a cloak, but a plain black shirt and pants. His pale blonde hair, which had grown slightly longer, contrasted greatly with his shirt, making it look more silver than ever.

"Malfoy!" Harry gasped, trying to breathe normally again. "What the fuckare you up to in this place?"

The smug grin widened and he allowed his tongue to slide across the top row of his teeth as he continued to survey Harry. Before he could stop himself, Harry gulped and took a step backward.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Malfoy?" he demanded, though his voice grew slightly weaker.

"You know damn well, Potter," he whispered, his breaths becoming slightly harsher as he stepped closer and closer to Harry, until their noses were only inches away from touching each other's. Harry couldn't do anything except stare into those silver-grey eyes, in which he was able to read something he had never seen there before. It was some kind of passion. Lust.

"I've known what you've wanted all along, Potter," he continued in that soft, heated voice. "You have, too, you've just been so busy denying it."

"You don't know anything about me," Harry snapped.

"Oh, but I know more than you think, Harry--"

"Don't call me that," he cut in angrily.

He didn't know why he didn't want Draco to call him by his first name. They had hated each other (or seemingly hated each other) for so long, they never even bothered to acknowledge their real names, nor did they care. So when Harry heard the other young man actually say his first name, a strange feeling erupted inside him, almost as if he was…happy? It was just all too confusing.

Draco chuckled, looking quite amused.

"What, you don't like your name? I don't know. To me, it sounds so…hot."

Harry's mouth was still half-open trying to think of something to say when he felt the Slytherin's lips crash into his and a hand stroke the back of his head. As if he had waited too long for this, Harry kissed back more passionately, letting his hand cup the other boy's cheek, his thumb caressing the smooth skin. Draco allowed his tongue to slide into the raven-haired boy's mouth, the feel and heat of their bodies giving off an energy and making them want more. Harry's tongue danced along Draco's, and he leaned his head back slightly as all different emotions crashed into his body at once. Draco traced a finger stealthily downward along the other boy's jaw line, down his neck, chest, stomach, until finally reaching the waistband of his trousers. Harry's breath caught in his throat and he let out a sharp gasp as the blonde slowly reached his hand inside his pants…

"Mr. Potter, are you going to be paying attention at all today or would you prefer going to bed right now and missing this quite interesting bit of information?"

Harry snapped his head up at once, almost forgetting where he was for a moment. Many people around him were sniggering and whispering, while Slughorn had his arms crossed over his chest and was staring at him in both exasperation and confusion, waiting for a reply.

"Oh--um, sorry Professor. I didn't realize I had dozed off."

As Slughorn went back to his discussion, Harry was sure his face must have looked beet red. Then he remembered what he had been dreaming about and the fact that he had dreamt it in a classroom full of students and a teacher. Horror struck him as he had no idea what kind of noises he had been making while he was sleeping, or even actions. A poke from Ron, who was sitting right beside him, took him out of his reverie.

"What was all that about, mate?" he whispered.

Harry's heart pounded as he wondered what he had meant by that and his voice was rather uneven as he replied, "What do you mean?"

"Well, first of all, you kept elbowing me in the arm from time to time and sometimes you made these weird noises."

Harry thought his heart would stop as he froze and swallowed hard, trying to sound normal.

"Um, noises?"

"Well yeah, they were quiet though, so I don't think Slughorn or many of the others heard but it was starting to annoy the hell out of me."

Harry let out a sigh of relief. So, he hadn't really made it that obvious what he had been dreaming about. Now, the question was, why did he keep having these dreams? Yes, obviously he knew he was gay and all, but why did Malfoy keep coming up in them of all people? He had a history of having dreams that turned out to come true, so would he and Malfoy actually do that in real life, even though Malfoy must have totally disappeared by now? The thought rather excited him, and then he realized what this meant and he shook his head roughly, as though trying to locate some of his common sense again.

Class ended with an assigned essay they had to have completed by next week on a topic Harry knew almost nothing about as he had fallen asleep and daydreamed through the majority of the class, but with Ron and Hermione helping him he didn't really have all that much to worry about. As the Golden Trio walked off to lunch together, Harry once again almost attempted to run over that Hayley girl. He apologized to her and they gave each other a small smile before departing in their own directions.

The rest of the day went by rather quickly, without any more strange dreams or the like. And once the day was over and he drifted off in his bed, he even managed to have, for once, a peaceful dreamless sleep.

A/N: Don't worry, they'll be some real life action sooner or later & lots more :))Please review, I need the ideas & motivation!