Harry trudged back towards the school with a smile on his face. He pushed through the snow and went up the stairs and into the Entrance Hall.

He'd just been out for a night walk, begrudging his "friends". He was upset that Ron didn't even have enough courage to apologize himself, instead sending Hermione to do it for him.

To his surprise, he'd come across Draco standing by the lake. He hadn't noticed him until it was too late to turn back.

A happy chance it had been, an opportunity to give Draco some insight. Maybe he might catch on a little bit. Harry wasn't sure if Draco remembered what he'd said the night before. If he had, he didn't show it.

Harry went up the stairs in the castle towards Gryffindor tower. He paused to look down a corridor and he saw Seamus come out of a room hastily. He was walking quickly but stopped short when he saw Harry.

"Harry," he said, surprised, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going back to the tower, what about you?" Harry asked interestedly. To his astonishment, Seamus didn't deny doing something, instead his eyes lit up and he smiled.

"Come and see," he said happily. Harry followed him cautiously down the the classroom he'd been in. Harry looked around when he entered and was at a loss for words.

The room had been transformed and no longer looked like a classroom. The desks were gone and roses covered the remaining surfaces. In the middle of the room was a large bed. Harry thought it was reminiscent of the Room of Requirement.

"Wow, Seamus. I didn't know you were such a hopeless romantic," Harry joked. Seamus grinned at him and laughed also.

"I'm not, not really, but I figure Blaise might be a little angry after those odd questions I asked, so I have to find a way to repay him, right?"

"I guess so," Harry said, laughing. "I didn't know you were so good at Transfiguration."

"I just don't try," Seamus said with a shrug.

"You could almost surpass Hermione," Harry told him, then they both laughed.

"Oh, right. I'm sure she'd let that happen," Seamus said, still chuckling. Harry grinned at him and together they left the room. Seamus stopped and locked the door securely before going on.

He then turned to Harry and looked at him carefully.

"So, Harry, what's going on between you and Ron? Did you guys have a fight?"

Harry sighed. "Sort of. I'd forgive him, but he won't come apologize on his own. He's too stubborn."

"Yeah," Seamus agreed, "but he's your best friend, and you can't have him mad at you forever. You'll never get his blessing that way." Harry looked at him sharply.

"Blessing?" He asked. Seamus nodded.

"Yeah, he's never gonna like Malfoy, but he could at least be okay with it."

"How do you know this?" Harry asked in disbelief. Seamus shrugged again.

"It doesn't take a genius to figure it out, Harry," he said simply and Harry gaped at him, "If you want my opinion, I think you should stop scheming and just go for it."

Harry stopped walking and stared at Seamus in shock. He couldn't believe that even Seamus had figured it out before Ron.

"Why can't Ron be like you?" Harry asked to no one in particular and Seamus shrugged in response.

"Give him a break, Harry. He's not as smart as you or Hermione. That's why he needs you. Don't be mad at him for too long." They had reached the portrait hole by then. Seamus patted Harry reassuringly on the shoulder and went through the hole.

Harry stayed standing outside the door for several minutes, digesting what Seamus had said. He was only interrupted when the Fat Lady grew tired of waiting.

"Are you coming in or not?" She asked in annoyance. Harry was shaken out of his thoughtful silence and gave the password, then went in.

Seamus was no longer there, Harry supposed he must have gone up to the dormitory. He looked around the common room, taking in the inhabitants.

Hermione was sitting in a corner with Ron. She looked like she was tired. Ron had his head in his hands, resting on his knees. Harry saw Hermione sigh and shake her head.

She looked up at that moment and caught sight of Harry.

'Oh no!' He thought and moved quickly toward the stairs to the boys dorm. He wasn't fast enough though. In a few seconds, Hermione had crossed the room and was standing in front of him, barring the stairs.

"What do you want, Hermione?" Harry asked tiredly. All he wanted was to disappear up the stairs and pull his curtains closed so no one would bother him. Hermione fixed him with a glare and he knew he was in for it this time.

"I want you to forgive Ron! It's not his fault you kept it from him," she said forcefully. Harry's tiredness turned into anger at her words.

"For your information, I kept very little from him, only things he should have been able to guess on his own. And if he wants forgiveness, tell him to ask for it on his own." Harry pushed past Hermione and up the stairs to his dorm.

He heard Hermione sigh on the stairs, but he kept going. He didn't care what she thought anymore. If Ron wanted to be forgiven, he'd have to do it on his own, not ask his girlfriend to be the messenger. 'Don't shoot the messenger' had always been in Harry's mind, but right now he wanted very much to shoot the messenger.

Harry huffed as he entered into the dorms. He changed quickly into his pajamas and crawled into bed. Before he closed his curtains, Seamus appeared out of the bathroom.

"I take it it didn't go well downstairs?" He asked lightly. Harry rolled his eyes at him.

"What do you think?" He asked sarcastically.

"Just wondered, but you can't hold out forever," Seamus said. Harry sighed audibly and wrenched his hangings shut and put a silencing charm on them so he could hear nothing of the goings on. He fell to sleep almost immediately.

Ron came up to the dorm some time later, fearing Harry might still be awake. He was relieved to see that his curtains were shut. Ron went about preparing for bed. Seamus heard him moving about and pulled back his curtains. Ron's back was to him, rummaging in his trunk.

"Ron," Seamus whispered. Ron jumped about a foot in the air and whirled around.

"God, Seamus, you scared me half to death," Ron said, breathing heavily.

"Sorry," Seamus said consolingly. "I just wanted to talk to you about something."

"What?" Ron asked cautiously.

"It's about Harry," he said and Ron sighed and sunk down on his bed.

"What about Harry?" He asked sadly, glancing over at his closed curtains.

"Why don't you just apologize? He'd forgive you, I know he would."

Ron sighed again and looked down at his hands. "I know I should, but I'm afraid."

"Of what?" Seamus asked, confused.

"He really likes Malfoy, for whatever reason, and if they get together, what about me? What am I supposed to do?" Seamus furrowed his eyebrows.

"Huh? You mean you're afraid he won't be your friend anymore?" Seamus asked.

"No, he just won't be around anymore," Ron said sadly. At that Seamus scoffed and Ron looked up at him.

"Ron," he said in exasperation, "Harry will always be your friend. You were his first friend ever, he wouldn't throw that away for some guy. Trust me, it won't be that bad. Besides, you'll feel better and he'll feel better pursuing a relationship with Malfoy if he knows you're okay with it."

"I don't like Malfoy, but I want Harry to be happy. He's not my first choice for a boyfriend for Harry, but I guess he'll have to do," Ron said, smiling slightly. Seamus grinned at him, then drew the curtains back around his bed.

Ron felt better now and knew what he had to do. He figured tomorrow would be as a good a day as any.

OoOoOoO

Around 1 AM, Harry awoke in the dark. He groped for his watch and held it up. He groaned when he saw the time. He was thirsty so he got up to get a drink of water from the jug near the window sill.

As he looked out the window at the star scattered sky, he had a sudden idea. He crept back to his bed and pulled out his Firebolt from under it. He went back to the window and mounted it then took off into the night.

OoOoOoO

Draco had come back from the lake that night with many thoughts swirling through his head. What had Potter meant when he'd said that he enjoyed messing with him, but that wasn't what he was doing?

Surely that meant something more, right? What was he doing then? Draco couldn't figure it out. He'd suspected for a while that Potter wasn't just playing some stupid game, that he had something else invested in this.

All of Blaise's proddings hadn't been lost on Draco. Whenever he was around, he brought the subject back to Potter. Although as he'd pointed out last time, Draco did talk about him an awful lot.

Draco tried to shake off the feeling that Potter was growing on him and his feelings were getting deeper. He went back into the castle and down to the dungeons. He passed through the common room without a word to anyone and shut himself up in his private room.

Draco decided that his thoughts were best left to the morning and slipped into bed. He fell asleep quickly and into more of the reoccurring dreams of Harry.

Sometime in the middle of the night Draco awoke. He didn't know what time it was but he felt something in the room and sat up. On his window there was a dark figure. Draco squinted through the darkness, trying to discern the figure.

The person got up off the sill and Draco could see the outline of a broom in his hand. The figure came ever closer and Draco saw that it was, in fact, Harry Potter. Draco groaned audibly as Harry moved forward.

"Can't you stop haunting my dreams, Potter?" He asked in despair, lying back down and pulling the covers over his head. Harry smiled to himself and moved closer. He sat down on the edge of Draco's bed and pulled the covers off his head.

Draco sighed and sat up once more. He raised an eyebrow at Harry, as though waiting.

"Well, what have you in store for tonights dream?" He asked impatiently, crossing his arms. Harry laughed slightly and moved forward. To his surprise, Draco readily accepted his kiss.

He unfolded his arms and wrapped them around Harry, pulling him closer. Harry was almost in his lap when Draco flipped him over and crawled on top of him.

"So I get to be on top this time?" He asked sarcastically. "Good." Then he kissed Harry's bruisingly, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Harry groaned appreciatively. His hands scrambled down to Draco's sides and pulled at the white wife beater he was wearing.

They parted briefly for Harry to drag it over Draco's head and throw it on the floor. Draco stared at it for a second, contemplating folding it, but Harry pulled him back and into a fiery kiss. Draco forgot all about the shirt.

Draco nibbled on Harry's lower lip, drawing a moan from the raven-haired boy. Draco hands now moved to the light shirt Harry was wearing and stopped kissing him to pull it off him. He admired Harry's body for a second before giving Harry a rough kiss, much as Harry had done only hours before.

He moved from his mouth to his neck and nibbled and sucked on the exposed flesh. Harry writhed underneath him, bringing his erection into contact with Draco's. Draco groaned softly but continued kissing down Harry's body.

He licked and bit Harry's hard nipples. Harry groaned, spurring him on. He came now to Harry's pj pants. They were flannel with little golden snitches flying around them. Draco had to laugh at them. Harry was panting but he looked down at Draco when he stopped.

"What?" He asked. Draco crawled back up his body.

"Snitches? That is just too cute," he said and kissed Harry softly.

"Wait a minute," Harry said, with a grin, "did Draco Malfoy just call something cute?" Draco gave him a withering glance while removing said article.

"It's possible...in a dream," he said. He then removed his own silk boxers. He crawled catlike up his body and ran a finger up Harry's side, sending tremors through his whole body. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Harry gasped, watching Draco's face. Draco kissed him softly then paused before inserting a finger into Harry. Harry's breath caught in his throat and he immediately stilled.

Draco watched him closely then inserted a second finger. He wiggled them around, preparing Harry. Harry whimpered as Draco moved.

Draco then removed the fingers and replaced them with his rock hard cock. Harry quickly murmured a few spells. Then Draco pushed in slowly and Harry gasped.

Once he was fully sheathed in Harry, he began to move slowly, building up momentum.

"Oh god, Draco, faster," Harry pleaded. He arched up to meet Draco thrust for thrust. Draco slammed in harder and faster than before, drawing cries of pleasure from Harry.

Draco could feel himself coming to the climax but wasn't ready for the dream to end. He increased his pace and could feel Harry's building orgasm.

Yelling Draco's name, Harry came forcefully. Draco couldn't control himself much longer and came soon afterward.

He collapsed on Harry and slowly pulled himself out. Harry winced slightly but when he was out, turned to him.

"Draco?" Harry asked softly.

"Yeah?" He responded, not wanting the dream to end so soon. He enjoyed this part of the dreams the most.

"How do you feel about me?" Harry asked. Draco paused. Hadn't they covered this in the other dreams?

"You know that," Draco said, turning over and kissing Harry softly. "What about you?"

Harry smiled softly at him. "I wish we could have more, don't you?"

"Sometimes, but this is only a dream," Draco replied.

"Right," Harry muttered, "only a dream. What if this wasn't a dream?"

"I'd probably be cursing you," Draco replied jokingly. "No, seriously, if you actually felt like this, I might be interested." Harry smiled and sat up on the bed. Draco watched him as he gathered his clothes from the floor and slipped them back on.

He walked over to where Draco still sat on the bed and kissed him one last time. Then he went back to the window and picked up his broom he'd propped there. Just before leaving through the window, he turned back to Draco.

"By the way, this wasn't a dream," Harry said with a smile and took off out the window.

OoOoOoO

The next morning, Harry woke refreshed. He stretched and rose from his bed. He looked out the window and smiled as the sun rose over the trees of the forbidden forest.

He turned away at length and changed and got ready for the day. He pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a dark green sweater. He was the first up so he went down to the common room because it was still too early for breakfast.

Downstairs he chose a seat in his favorite armchair by the fire which had been newly stoked by the house elves for the chilly morning.

How long he sat there, he didn't know but soon more people began appearing and making their way to breakfast. Harry was about to follow them when a call stopped him.

"Harry! Wait!" Harry stopped and turned slowly toward the voice. Ron came hurrying down the stairs looking worried and nervous. Harry sighed and waited for him.

"What Ron?" He asked forebodingly. He could see Ron hesitating and he sighed again.

"Look, Harry," Ron said, "I-I just...I mean, I..." Ron couldn't seem to complete his thought though he tried several times.

"Just what?" Harry asked in annoyance, beginning to get hungry.

"You were right," Ron admitted, hanging his head in defeat.

"About what?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"About everything! I should have known. I should have been paying attention. It--I'm sorry," he said finally. "If you really like him, I guess it's okay with me."

Harry stared at him, as though he was sure this was a trick.

"So you're apologizing?" He said slowly.

"Yes," Ron said quietly.

"And you're okay with this; me and him, if it ever happens?" Harry asked searchingly.

"Yeah, sort of," Ron said. He looked up at Harry hopefully. Harry stood there thinking for a minute and Ron began to fear the worst. Then Harry smiled and Ron's heart leapt.

"Thank you, Ron," he said quietly. "I appreciate you coming to me, not sending Hermione again. I forgive you, but that means you can't say anything against him anymore." Harry smiled at him and Ron laughed and was relieved.

"I'll try. So, Harry, what's been going on then? How's the new plan going?"

"Well, I did something last night I'm not sure he was pleased with, but we'll never know until we go to breakfast!" Harry said with a grin.

"In that case, lead on!" Ron shouted and marched out the portrait hole. Harry grinned at his antics and followed him out.

From a corner, Seamus smirked to himself and followed them out the portrait hole.

A/N: Wow, we're so close to the end and yet so far away... PLease leave some wonderful reviews for me if you would be so kind! I love you all! lol :)