"Oh god, Harry! Right there, don't stop!" Draco screamed out in ecstasy as Harry slammed in and out of his body. They were both covered in sweat from their activities

Harry thrust harder into Draco, Draco arching up to meet him. Both were panting rather laboriously. With one last thrust, Draco came forcefully. Harry collapsed on the bed next to Draco.

They lay there for a second, then Harry nuzzled into Draco's neck and kissed him softly. Draco turned his head slightly in his direction.

"Draco?" Harry asked.

"Hmm?" Draco responded lazily, dragging a hand through Harry's sweaty locks.

"I love you," Harry said.

"I love you too, Harry," Draco replied.

Seconds later, Draco shot upright in his bed. He looked frantically over at the other side to find it empty. He almost gave a sigh of relief, but immediately felt an empty sensation in the pit of his stomach. He stared for a while at the empty side of the bed.

He could have sworn it was real that time. He realized he was panting and sweaty. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Once he was fairly back to normal, he thought back to the dream.

It had been different than all the others. For one, in the other dreams, they had never actually gotten to the sex. Usually Harry would tease Draco then leave him right before. Second, they hardly ever talked in the dreams. Draco didn't understand what had changed.

He didn't enjoy the dreams. They were a constant reminder that he couldn't seem to control himself around Potter. He adamantly denied he had any feelings towards him.

Draco groaned audibly and flopped down on his bed. He pulled the covers tightly around himself and willed himself back to a dreamless sleep.

OoOoOoO

Harry also lay awake somewhere in the depths of Gryffindor tower. He lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling of his canopy. He wished he could speed up the process, as he was growing tired, but he knew he must keep up with the plan.

Harry rolled over and listened to Neville snore for awhile. The sound was like the low hum of an airplane, constant and never-ceasing.

Harry closed his eyes, knowing there was no more he could do at the moment and fell into a blissful sleep.

OoOoOoO

"Harry, are you paying attention?" Ron asked, waving a hand in front of his face. Harry jerked back then looked around at Ron.

"What?" He asked. Ron shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"You were spacing out, mate."

"I was? Oh, sorry," Harry said. It was breakfast and Harry had been thinking about his talk with Blaise.

He now knew more about how Draco was feeling which definitely increased the process. However, he also now had a little more to do. Blaise had not-so-subtly reminded Harry of his promise to help him.

Harry glanced over to the Slytherin table where Blaise was eating his meal slowly. Draco was glaring at his plate, apparently angry. Harry forced his eyes back over to the dark-haired Slytherin. He sat for a minute, contemplating the best way to go about it.

He tore his eyes away from the Slytherin table to find Seamus glaring at him. Harry gave him a questioning look.

"Seamus?" He asked, wondering why he looked so mad. Seamus just sneered at him and looked away. "What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Nothing, nothing," Seamus said evasively. Harry cocked an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Are you sure?" He pushed.

"Of course, I'm sure," Seamus said in annoyance.

"Okay..." Harry said in a disbelieving tone. Seamus sighed and turned his glare onto his plate. Harry turned back to his own food, pushing it around his plate, not really interested in eating

Suddnely, Seamus looked up and pulled Harry over to him.

"There's nothing going on with you and Blaise, right?" He asked. Harry pulled back slightly, straightening his sleeve.

"No, why would you think that?" Harry asked, confused. Seamus looked a little guilty now.

"Well, it's just that he's been kind of watching you a lot," Seamus admitted.

"How do you know it's me he's looking at?" Harry asked. Seamus looked as though he was fluctuating on his thoughts.

"I don't know. He just is, I can tell," Seamus said.

"Seamus," Harry started, "Do you like Blaise?" Seamus looked taken aback at the question.

"I...um...yeah," he said.

"Do you think he likes you?" Harry asked probitively.

"I don't know," Seamus said, shrugging. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Seamus," he sighed.

"What? Do you know something I don't?" Seamus asked sarcastically.

"No, what would I know? I don't talk to Slytherins."

"I know," Seamus sighed. "I guess I'm just worried that he doesn't like me."

"Well, Seamus, you are a Gryffindor. Why don't you just go get him?" Harry asked, as though it was the most obvious thing.

"I can't do that!" Seamus exclaimed.

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"Be-beca--" Seamus tried to explain, but couldn't manage. "I...it--you--I can't!"

"But why not?" Harry pushed, intent on finding a clear answer. Seamus sighed, a little annoyed at Harry's disability to drop the subject.

"Because what if he doesn't like me? Or what if he does, but not the way I do? Or what if he thinks I'm just a stupid Gryffindor? Would you be able to handle that kind of rejection, Harry?"

Harry paused and Seamus took the advantage to gather his things and leave the Hall. Harry looked up to find Seamus had gone. He shrugged and turned back to his food, but not before his gaze traveled over Blaise, who caught his eye. Harry couldn't quite discern the look in his eye.

He disregarded it for the moment. Hermione looked over at him and saw his eye line connect with Blaise. She furrowed her eyebrows, thinking. Harry looked over and caught her eye. He raised a questioning eyebrow before turning away.

Soon, breakfast was over. Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way down to the dungeons for their daily dose of Potions. Ron grumbled all the way down, apparently is detention had not gone well the other day. They entered into the room with Snape sneering at them from the front of the class.

"Settle down," he sneered as they rest of the class filed in and took their respective places. Draco swaggered on past Harry to take his place next to Blaise. "You will be working in pairs today. I will choose them. Granger and Parkinson, Weasley and Goyle, Finnigan and Zabini, Potter and Malfoy. Get to work!"

The class quickly scattered to their new partners. Harry sighed as he slid in next to Draco. Ron eyed Goyle in disgust as he sat down next to him. Blaise was hard pressed to smother his elation. Seamus didn't look at him, but stared at the desk. Hermione nodded curtly to Pansy, who returned the gesture.

Harry marveled at the fact that Snape could be so oblivious and yet a genius at the same time. Snape instructed them to begin on a new and complicated potion. Harry gathered the ingredients and Draco began adding them. They worked in silence for awhile, until Draco could stand it no longer.

"Potter," he hissed after Snape had passed by, "what are you doing?"

"Huh?" Harry asked, not following.

"Why are you ignoring me?" He whispered. Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Why would it matter?" Harry replied. Draco looked insulted by the nature of that question, while really he was wondering the exact same thing.

"God, you're annoying, Potter," he sneered.

"Well, I try," Harry said sarcastically. Draco scoffed and sneered at him.

Over at Hermione's table, the potion was progressing rather nicely. They had reached the stage where they were supposed to let the potion simmer. Hermione and Pansy both sat back on their stools to wait. Hermione found her gaze straying over to where Harry sat.

She sat, contemplating the possible meanings of what Blaise had told her which had, admittedly, been very little. Her eyebrows knitted together as she watched Harry add more ingredients to the potion while Draco looked on, clearly displeased with something.

Pansy sat back on her stool, looking around the room. Her eyes fell upon Hermione next to her. She followed her gaze and her face twisted into an evil smirk.

"Hermione?" She said, drawing her attention away from Harry.

"Yes, Pansy?" Hermione asked, a little confused at her sudden show of friendliness.

"What do you know about Potter?"

"Um, nothing really...why?"

"Do you know what's going on with him?"

"No, do you?" Hermione asked, eager for information.

"As a matter of fact, I do," Pansy said. Hermione turned to her and now gave her her full attention.

"Will you tell me?" Hermione asked cautiously, not wanting to ruin her chance.

"Well that depends," Pansy said.

"On what?" Hermione asked slowly.

"I'll need you to help me with something," Pansy told her. She could see Hermione hesitating to accept.

"Well...I guess I could..." Hermione finally agreed. Pansy's face split into a large smirk as she leaned in to divulge a little information to Hermione.

Meanwhile at the next table, Blaise and Seamus were working diligently on their potion. Blaise would glance over at Seamus every so often, but he had yet to acknowledge his presence. Blaise found this a bit disconcerting.

"Finnigan," he said finally. Seamus looked up at him wondering what he wanted.

"Yeah Bla-Zabini?" He corrected himself quickly. Blaise tried to hide the smirk that had worked its way onto his face. Blaise paused as if contemplating something, and Seamus looked on expectantly.

"Would you...pass me the crushed violets?" Blaise asked, changing direction mid-sentence.

"Uh, sure," Seamus said and passed over said violets. Blaise took them, allowing his finger to brush against Seamus' hand. Seamus immediately stilled and watched as Blaise removed the bowl from his hand and tipped it over the cauldron.

"Finnigan?" Blaise asked, jerking Seamus out of his stare. He looked around at Blaise to see him smirking at him. He knitted his eyebrows together.

"What?" He asked in annoyance. Blaise just continued to smirk and he shrugged.

"Nothing, nothing," he said evasively and turned back to the potion. Seamus have him an odd look before too returning his attention to their bubbling potion.

Harry watched them from afar, satisfied with the outcome so far. Blaise looked over and caught his eye. A raise of an eyebrow told Harry all he needed to know. Harry turned back and was confronted by a glaring Draco.

"What was that?" He asked snidely. Harry wrinkled his nose.

"What was what?" He asked, confused. Draco growled audibly, still glaring at Harry.

"You and Blaise," he said.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Malfoy," Harry told him. Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously but fell silent, for now.

The class finally let out and Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way gratefully up to the bright entrance hall, a welcome change from the dark, dank potions room. Draco hung back and fell into step with Blaise.

Once they had reached the entrance hall, Draco dragged Blaise off to the side, allowing the rest of the class to pass by. Blaise frowned at Draco and pulled his arm out of his grip.

"What, Draco?" He asked, annoyed. Draco glared at him through his silver eyes.

"What is going on with you and Potter?" He demanded forcefully. Blaise took a moment to roll his eyes. Draco's eyes narrowed at the motion.

"Nothing, Draco. Stop being so paranoid."

"I am NOT paranoid!" Draco yelled.

"Besides, why would I go after Potter when I got my own hot little blond to chase after?" Blaise said suggestively as Seamus walked by with Dean. Blaise's eyes followed Seamus down the hall and around the corner before he returned his attention to Draco.

"Fine, Zabini. Just stop messing with Potter. He's mine!" Draco growled and stomped off in the opposite direction. Blaise smirked to himself as he watched Draco round the corner.

The rest of the day was spent going to lessons and attending meals. Harry found it very boring to just go to class. Nothing of any interest happened at all during the rest of the day.

Harry and Ron lazed about the common room in-between lessons. Hermione hid herself away behind a book, every so often stealing glances over the cover. Harry ignored her not-so-covert looks and instead joined Ron in a game of chess.

Finally it was time for dinner. Together they made their way down to the Great Hall. They took their respective places at the table and began their meal. The meal consisted of Kidney pie and some kind of foreign desert which Hermione was only too eager to explain what it was.

After dinner, they went back to the common room. Hermione excused herself early, saying she wanted to get to the library for some last minute studying. Harry watched as she exited out the portrait whole. Ron didn't seem to notice a thing.

About an hour later, Harry was overcome with an incredible craving for apples. He left Ron in the common room and started down to the kitchens to find a late-night snack. He was about halfway down, somewhere around the 4th floor when he stopped dead in his tracks.

He felt a strange tingling on his head. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair. It felt normal, but Harry had an ominous feeling. He quickly pulled out his wand and transfigured a rock into a mirror. He held it up and gasped.

His hair had turned bright pink, complete with tiny pink daisies attached. He stared aghast at his reflection, hoping to god the spell wasn't permanent. He ran another hand through his hair, trying to remove one of the daisies. It refused to move though and held strong.

"Shit," he cursed quietly to himself.

"Who's there?" Came a nervous voice from around the corner.

"Malfoy?" Harry asked, surprised. There was no answer. Harry went toward where the sound had come from. He rounded the corner to find Draco. Harry's jaw dropped down immediately as he stared at the sight before him.

Draco was standing, glaring at Harry. His hair was neon green color, standing on all ends, almost as though it had been styled that way. Actually, it slightly resembled grass, not to mention the tiny ladybugs nestled on top of a few of the hairs.

Harry got over his shock quickly and burst into laughter. Draco's only response was to glare at Harry. Harry laughed for several minutes before he managed to pull himself together.

"Ma-malfoy," Harry said, suppressing more laughter and wiping tears from his eyes, "What the hell happened to you?"

Draco scowled and sneered at Harry. "Same thing that happened to you, Daisy-head." Harry stopped laughing and glared at Draco, running another hand through his hair. Draco's eyes were drawn to the hand as it swept through Harry's unruly, now pink, hair.

"I hope it's not permanent," Harry muttered, examining it once more in the mirror. Draco caught sight of the mirror and lunged for it, but Harry held it out of reach.

"Give it to me, Potter," Draco demanded.

"No, it's mine," Harry said simply. Draco growled and moved closer like a lion stalking its prey.

"Give me the fucking mirror," he said in a low and dangerous voice.

"Or what? You'll give me a grass stain with your hair?" Harry asked sarcastically

In a split-second, Draco launched himself at Harry. Harry was knocked backward and fell to the floor. Draco sat on top of him, glaring down at him.

"Fuck you, Potter," he hissed. Harry struggled to move under Draco's weight but couldn't.

"Get off," Harry said forcefully, using his whole body to push Draco off of him. Draco was caught by surprise and almost dislodged. He held fast though, pushing Harry's wrists to the floor and holding them still.

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco from his position on the floor. Draco stared down at him. The usual malice present in the silver eyes had disappeared. It was replaced by an odd gleam Harry couldn't quite place. They sat there staring at each other for a minute.

Harry began to wonder what was going on when Draco leaned down and softly brushed his lips against Harry's. Harry's eyes fluttered shut at the softness of the touch. Draco pulled back and looked down at Harry.

"Draco--?" Harry asked, but Draco didn't reply. His only response was to lean in again and kiss Harry tentatively again. Harry felt Draco's tongue swipe over his lips. Harry allowed Draco to slip the moist tongue in his mouth.

The kiss was different than most they had shared. Draco spent much more time on Harry's mouth than usual. He licked and nibbled at Harry's lower lip, eliciting a groan from the now pink-haired boy. Harry lifted his hands and ran it through Draco's neon green locks. He was surprised to find that it was as soft as ever. He vaguely wondered what people would think tomorrow, but was distracted as Draco moved from his lips to his neck.

Draco nipped his way down Harry's neck, making sure to lick every mark afterwards. Harry shuddered as Draco moved further down his neck, reaching to just above his shoulder, the rest being covered by Harry's tee-shirt.

He lightly bit down on Harry's shoulder, causing Harry to gasp in both pain and pleasure. Harry could feel himself growing harder by the second. He groaned when Draco removed his shirt and latched onto one if his nipples, sucking on the hardened bit of flesh.

"God, Draco!" He gasped. Draco continued his exploration down Harry's body, at last reaching the only offending object left on Harry's body, his jeans. Draco dipped his tongue under the rough fabric, teasing Harry. Harry groaned loudly as Draco's teasing tongue continued to torture him.

All of a sudden, Draco stopped abruptly. He raised his head sharply as though listening.

"Wha--?" Harry was cut-off as Draco hastily got off him, staring in the opposite direction of the corridor. Harry sat up on his elbows on the floor, wondering at his sudden stop. Then he heard it, the unmistakeable sound of footsteps, coming this way.

In a flash, Draco was gone. Harry was left in the corridor with a very obvious problem. He stood up quickly and looked for a place to hide. Unfortunately, it was a small corridor with no statues in sight. Harry had no choice but to wait for his fate while willing his hard-on away.

Professor McGonagall rounded the corner, looking stern as usual.

"Potter," she said, surprised.

"Erm, hello Professor," Harry stuttered, blushing slightly and trying to cover his remaining erection.

"What are you doing out?" She asked sternly.

"Um, I was just coming back from the library," Harry lied. McGonagall looked him up and down, noting the pink hair.

"You didn't get into another duel, did you Potter?" She asked suspiciously.

"No," Harry said quickly, running his hand nervously through his hot pink hair.

"Alright then, go straight back to your dormitory. I don't want to find you here again."

"Yes, professor," Harry said, grateful for the escape route. He hurried past McGonagall and down another corridor towards Gryffindor tower. About halfway there, he was a figure standing in the hall in front of him. He slowed down, proceeding cautiously. Once he was close, he realized it was Hermione.

She turned to him, her wand out. Harry eyed it nervously, wondering what she was planning to do. She raised her wand and pointed it at him. He automatically flinched.

"Finite Incantatum," she said. Harry reached into his pocket and withdrew the mirror. His hair was back to normal. He looked up to see Hermione smirking at him.

"You can thank me later, Harry," she said and turned, leaving him rooted to the floor in a corridor on the fourth floor.