A/N: I'm planning on the First Years having some part in the story, so keep watch for that. Don't get them confused with the Alexa, Devin and Rellik from The Slytherin Duo! Professor Raenyr's character should be more explained in the next chapter during DADA. Thank you for all the reviews and everything! It's really helpful and great.

Originally Posted: 12-31-2004, edited and reposted

Warning: Contains MATURE content between two males. Click the back button or the x in the top right corner if this offends or disgusts, or if you're underage, et cetera.

In Your Dreams
Chapter Two: Great Sieve of Despair

Harry's green eyes were burning a hole into Draco from across the deserted Great Hall, full of amusement.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" He asked aloud, leaning back on his hands. Draco sat down across from Harry, taking in his messy hair, loose tie and half-unbuttoned shirt. He looked entirely edible to Draco.

"Do you want me, Draco?" Harry leaned forward, looking at him through lowered lashes. Desire burned in Draco's stomach.

"You know what I want, Harry." Draco murmured. He could never get enough of seeing Harry look at him like that. In those clothes, like they had been roughed up. Wild.

Harry leaned farther across the table, moving his hand up to caress Draco's face. "I do, don't I…" He trailed off.

Draco pressed his cheek into Harry's hand, kissing the inside of his wrist. "Always."

Harry's lips met his own as his hand moved behind his head, holding them together. Draco opened his mouth, eager to taste Harry. He wasn't disappointed; Harry's tongue slipped into his mouth and swept over his tongue.

This is what Draco desperately wanted. He surged forward into the kiss, his hands frantically roaming the other boy's chest. He managed to remove two buttons before giving up, jerking his shirt open, sending the rest of the buttons flying. His hands moved inside, brushing over the brunette's stomach, causing Harry to pull back with a gasp.

"Draco…" Without answering, he finished pulling the shirt loose from Harry's trousers, completing the wild look.

"Come here." Draco led Harry over the table by his tie, watching hungrily as he crawled over on all fours like a lion advancing his prey. Only, Draco knew it was the other way around: Harry was his prey.

Harry sat on the table's edge with his legs on either side of him. Draco ran his hands down Harry's sides, watching his face flush and his eyes darken with desire. Enticingly beautiful…

Draco stood, gripping Harry's hips to pull him closer so he could lean him back on the table. He dipped his head to his throat, kissing and biting the skin above the tie. Harry's legs wound around his waist, his fingers raking down his back before moving around to the front of his trousers.

"Draco, please…" He moaned, pulling at the button and zipper. Draco felt Harry's erection as he pressed into him. He pulled back, quickly undoing his pants and pushing them down, staring into Harry's brilliant eyes all the while. He ran his hand up Harry's thigh to unfasten his trousers, taking his time pulling his boxers and pants down. Harry almost growled his annoyance.

The Gryffindor pulled Draco back down for another heated kiss, rubbing up against him. Draco couldn't take it anymore. He reached down to position himself at Harry's entrance. Harry writhed underneath him, his gasps and moans spurring Draco on.

"You're mine, Harry. Tell me." He demanded, pushing in slowly.

"Oh god. I'm yours, I'm yours, Draco, I – " Harry gasped, throwing his head back with pleasure.

Draco grunted as he forced his length in. His head dropped to Harry's shoulder at the sensation of Harry's tight heat, like white hot fire burning him to the very core of his being.

They moved against each other slowly at first, savoring the pleasure. As the pace quickened, Harry was gasping and mumbling whatever his brain could grasp. When they climaxed, they screamed each other's names, and Draco collapsed on top of Harry, nuzzling his neck and shoulder.

"Harry…" He murmured, licking his earlier bite.

"Mmmm.."

"Harry, I love you." He said into the brunette's ear.

Draco's eyes flew open as he jerked into a sitting position. "Merlin, no…" He grasped his sheets, staring into the dawn-lit room. Another dream of Harry. He'd told him he… no, it wasn't possible.

He sank down into his pillow, panting as he stared up at his ceiling. His skin was burning with the memory of the dream and he could vaguely feel a damp area on his bed.

'Just great,' he thought. 'I'm insane. That's the only explanation. Insane, demented, lunatic, psychotic perhaps… there's no bleeding way that just happened. I don't love him. I don't even like him! This has to end.'

Draco thought that being around Harry – Potter, he corrected himself – would knock some sense into his subconscious and get rid of these dreams but no! Contrary to his thought, one afternoon, even less, of being around him had advanced the dreams!

After running a hand through his bedridden hair, Draco reached over to his wand and quietly cast a cleaning spell on his sheets. He decided he'd find a way to stop the dreams, but it would be useless to do anything now. He rolled over and tried desperately to get back to sleep, hoping against hope he wouldn't dream of Harry-frickin'-Potter.

Harry almost tripped in his haste to pull up his jeans under his school robe and run down the dorm steps at the same time. Ron was in front of him, in the same predicament. The common room was clear of students, having left for breakfast long ago.

"I can't believe we almost overslept on the first day of classes!" Harry groaned. They rushed out of the portrait hole and towards the moving staircase, Ron waving the two schedules.

"Hermione is a lifesaver! It looks like I have Herbology first… you have Potions. Ugh, Harry." Ron said loudly as he tried to catch his breath. It was the first year they wouldn't have the majority of their classes together, as they'd start N.E.W.T. classes and they'd gotten different O.W.L.s.

Surprisingly, Harry'd received all his O.W.L.s he needed for Auror training. How, who knows – especially with the Potions O.W.L. He'd never get over how he possibly achieved receiving an Outstanding with all of Snape's poor grades.

"Right, ready to run again?" Harry looked down the seven flights of stairs. He wasn't looking forward to it; Quidditch training usually kept him in shape for things like this, but with the ban last year, he hadn't kept up with training. He'd have to get a start on training soon for this season now that he was back on the team.

"No, but does it matter?" They took off, tripping and stumbling over stairs, taking two at a time. Around the third floor, Ron yanked Harry onto the next flight as the previous started to move, causing him to trip four steps and almost fall flat on his face.

"This is.. never happening.. again!" Harry gasped. His side had cramped up already.

Ron didn't bother answering as they made it down to the Entrance Hall. He shoved Harry's schedule into his hand and quickly left out the door with a wave.

Harry made his way down to the dungeons to Snape's class. It turned out they weren't as late as they thought for once since kids were still entering the classroom when he arrived. He felt eyes on him as he entered the classroom, fully expecting Snape to take points.

Hermione rolled her eyes as he dropped his things and flopped unceremoniously into his place next to her. Snape wasn't even in the classroom.

"Sleep well, then?" She asked, offering a roll. He glared at her, but took the roll, biting into it.

"Could have woken us up sooner, 'Mione." He said around the roll.

She wrinkled her nose. "Dean and Neville were up, should have asked them to be your alarm clock."

"Yeah, yeah. So where's His Evilness, Snape?" Finished with the roll he took out a piece of parchment and quill.

"I don't know."

Harry looked around the class at the few students filling seats. It looked as if Advanced Potions combined students from all four Houses, having Hermione and Harry, A few Ravenclaws like Terry Boot, Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff, and… of course, mostly Slytherins. Millicent Bulstrode, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Malfoy were seated in a group on the left, with a few others.

Malfoy smirked when he noticed Harry looking over.

"Five points from Gryffindor for tardiness, Potter." Snape said as he stalked into the dungeon classroom.

Harry blanched. Snape hadn't even been in the classroom! How would he know? If the slimy git was going to be like this all year, Gryffindor surely wouldn't win the House Cup. Harry would also be stuck in detention year round. Hermione nudged him to keep quiet before he could get any more points deducted.

"Good. Welcome to Sixth Year Advanced Potions. This year I will be teaching the few of you who have managed to get in more advanced potions than you've learned previously. You will quickly learn that you will need to study and prepare for class. On the other hand, if you choose not to and receive poor grades, I will have no problem with removing you. I do not know how some of you," Snape glared at Harry. "Managed to get in to the class but be warned, study and keep up or be removed." Snape moved to sit at his desk.

"This term we will be learning poisons and protection potions; after break, transfiguring, sleeping and other potent potions. As these are all quite difficult, you will work in pairs this year – pairs I have chosen."

Harry gave a sad look to Hermione. There was no way possible Snape would have paired them together. No, Harry would probably be as far from Hermione as Snape could make him go – life was just that cruel. Any hope Harry had of surviving NEWT Potions slipped away through Snape's Great Sieve of Despair.

"Bullstrode, Granger. Boot, Nott. Abbott, Deling. Zabini, Parkinson. Malfoy, Potter…"

With Malfoy, as usual. Harry looked over to the Slytherins: Malfoy had his head turned towards Zabini and they were whispering to each other. 'Make the best of this Harry. Maybe it isn't as bad as you've made it out to be.' He gathered up his things and moved over to Malfoy's table, sitting where Bulstrode vacated to sit with Hermione.

Malfoy looked Harry over, a smirk once again in place in his features. "Morning, Potter. Don't think you'll coast by in this class just because we're partners."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Malfoy." Harry said, not paying much attention to what was going on. Malfoy's look had turned his stomach funny. What happened to Malfoy's sneer?

"There will be no complaints about partners. Now," Snape said once everyone was seated, disturbing Harry's thinking. "These next two classes we will learn about the Lady Tears Poison. We'll brew next class. Can anyone tell me what the key ingredient is?"

'How does he expect us to know if he's just introducing it?' Harry thought. Hermione raised her hand eagerly, and surprisingly Malfoy raised his hand next to Harry, appearing almost bored.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy."

"The key ingredient, the Lily of the Valley, also known as Convallaria majalis, is used to strengthen the memory and mind. It's used sparingly in potions to help victims of memory charms, but with excessive use can turn into a poison that causes comatose and mind deterioration." Malfoy answered. Harry's eyes drifted from Hermione's disgruntled look to the boy next to him. How could he know all that? Well, stupid question really, he was Malfoy, the male equivalent of Hermione. Apparently.

"Good, ten points to Slytherin." Snape drawled. Hermione appeared even more discontented. Harry could clearly remember a time when Snape had deducted points from Gryffindor for Hermione answering a question with as much depth as Malfoy had, before insulting her. Malfoy looked over at Harry and smirked slightly.

"As Malfoy said, Lily of the Valley is used in memory strengthening potions, and if too much is added, it could transform into the Lady Tears Poison, reversing any effect it would have had."

Harry took notes on the potion and its ingredients as Snape went on. The poison had several psychic and memory ingredients but it was only the lily that caused most of the damage. Harry's mind wandered briefly to Neville's parents in St. Mungo's, victims of the Cruciatus Curse. They'd been under the curse for so long that they'd gone insane, barely able to recognize their own son now.

Harry bravely raised his hand. Hermione looked at him in shock.

"What, Potter?" Snape stopped in front of his table.

"Sir, if the Lily of the Valley is used to strengthen the memories of Obliviated people, what about the Cruciatus Curse?"

Snape looked at Harry, knowing what he was thinking without having to see into his mind. "Even though the Convallaria Potion is strong, it does very little for victims of the Cruciatus. It's one of the numerous reasons it's an Unforgivable Curse. But you could always surprise us Potter, by surviving that too. As I was saying…" Snape sniped, his words dripping with malice and sarcasm.

Harry's eyes narrowed at Snape. What was his bloody problem? All he'd done was ask a question! He didn't know why he bothered – it was pointless. Hermione cast him a sympathetic frown from where she was taking notes again. Harry didn't care. He just wouldn't bother next time. Snape was evil anyway.

Snape had them write down the ingredients and directions to study for next class along with their notes before dismissing the class.

"Potter, a moment."

Hermione said she'd wait outside as Harry paused from leaving. He went up to the professor's desk and glared hatefully at the greasy-haired man, who was looking back with studious eyes.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Two points to Gryffindor for the question. It was relevant. I hope you will take the advantage of being partners with Malfoy to learn something this year. He is gifted when it comes to potions." He said, looking down at some paperwork on his desk. Harry stared at him in disbelief.

"You may go now." Snape waved him off.

"Yes, sir." Harry retreated from the classroom to find Hermione out in the hall waiting for him.

"What did he want?" She asked, walking by his side to their next class, Transfiguration.

"Well, he…" Harry started, swinging his bag onto his shoulder as they headed out of the dungeons. "He gave me two points. For the question. And he gave me the usual stuff about taking advantage of Malfoy."

"Taking advantage of Malfoy? Why on the bloody Earth would you want to do such a thing? That's sickening, that is!" Ron said in disgust from behind them, having just come in through the Entrance Hall doors.

"Not like that, Ronald. He meant as a potions partner." Hermione replied, rolling her eyes.

Ron made a face. "Potions partners with Ferret, Harry? I don't envy you, mate. Enduring him and Snape in the same class…"

"I don't know. I don't think it will be that bad. He's just like Hermione almost."

"No way! Have you lost your mind? Ferret's – "

"Second in every class almost, I'd wager." Hermione spoke up softly, glancing at Harry. "Harry's got first in Defense though… so he's probably third."

Harry grinned, changing the subject before Ron could continue to berate Malfoy. "I can't wait until DADA tomorrow."

"With Professor Raenyr? I wonder what he is…" Hermione said, opening the classroom door for them.

"He can't be entirely human, can he? His eyes…" Harry agreed.

"What about his eyes? I was talking about his occupation. Dumbledore never said. But there was something funny about how we didn't notice him until he was introduced. We didn't even think about it until then. What about his eyes, Harry?" She frowned.

"You didn't... They were glowing purple, Hermione! Didn't you notice?" Harry exclaimed, taking his seat in the front of the room on the left.

"Purple? Under his hood was dark though. He seemed more like Death, than anything else." Ron piped up.

"Harry… no one could see his eyes." Hermione said quietly.

Harry felt like he had when he'd asked about the thestrals last year. How could no one see Raenyr's eyes? It couldn't be because he'd seen someone die… Hermione and Ron were with him in the Department of Mysteries last year. He picked up his quill and randomly started doodling in silence, withdrawing from the conversation between Hermione and Ron. What was so important about Raenyr's eyes? Raenyr could be a vampire, but that wouldn't explain why only Harry could see his eyes. Maybe he'd just imagined it…

Professor McGonagall entered the classroom at a brisk walk, stopping in front of her desk. She appeared no different than last year albeit with more austerity – if that were possible.

"Good afternoon, class, welcome to N.E.W.T Transfiguration. This year, we'll…"

Harry continued doodling on his parchment. Blah blah, study well, blah, lots of hard subjects this year… didn't the lecture ever change? No, of course not. Harry found himself quite tired of the day already. Of school. Of life in general. He'd most likely die before graduating, and everyone somehow found it important he studied various poisons and transfiguring animals and objects into other animals. What was the use? Would Voldemort have a teacup sitting around wherever he was hiding so Harry could transfigure it into a weapon or some beast the Ministry thought was dangerous? He could sic Buckbeak on Voldemort… or offer to pour him some tea and slip in some poison. Harry slid down farther in his seat, his hand moving over the parchment still as he thought. It was part of why he wanted to go to Defense so much: to learn something he could use to try to stay alive. And to learn more about Raenyr. Professor Dumbledore had to think a great deal about Raenyr, otherwise he wouldn't have been hired, but looking at Dumbledore's current track record of teachers hired… they weren't the best at all.

Harry looked down at the parchment he'd been scribbling on roughly the entire way through whatever Professor McGonagall had been saying and started in shock. He'd made an almost perfect rendition of Sirius, with inky hair falling into his eyes as he smiled at an unknown person. However, around the portrait were different drawings. Less detail and pressure showed ominous eyes swirled around Quidditch snitches, potion vials, and vacant faces. Down in the bottom right, he'd written Bellatrix Lestrange's name in the same type of strokes that he'd used for the portrait.

Had he drawn that? His quill fell to his desktop as he started at the drawing.

"Mr. Potter? Is something wrong?" Professor McGonagall broke in.

"Wha - ? No. Nothing's wrong." He pushed the drawing hastily into his bag and straightened in his desk. Ron and Hermione were staring at him with question and concern in their eyes. He shook his head slightly and tried ignoring the looks from people in the room, trying vainly to listen to whatever McGonagall had to say about transfiguration, even with Sirius's happy and mischievous eyes burned into his memory along with the scratches of Her name.

Draco left the Transfiguration classroom with Blaise and Millicent at his side and something eating away at his conscience. Curiosity about whatever had spooked Potter during class, most likely. The Gryffindors hadn't even noticed the Slytherins in the same room.

He followed his two friends down the stairs with the rest of the herd of students to the Great Hall for lunch. He supposed it was for the best; how was he supposed to forget these effin' dreams if Potter noticed him all the time anyway? It was the stupid dream this morning that had done it, really. The need to see Harry's eyes, or... Potter. His name was Potter.

"Blast Merlin to Hell!" Draco whispered fiercely, giving himself a mental shake.

"Draco, what'd Merlin ever do to you?" Millicent asked. They took their seats at the Slytherin table as other students began eating.

"Nothing. Just a peculiar thought on my part." He sighed, rubbing his temples. The soup appeared less appealing now.

"Come on Drakie, it isn't that bad. 'Sides, it's the first day of school... One lax day isn't going to hurt you." Blaise cajoled, pointing his spoon at him.

"Eurgh Blaise! If you ever call me that again I'll have Crabbe and Goyle string your intestines around the commons as décor." He threatened. "And what are you on about?"

Blaise took Draco's threat with the air of someone shooing an annoying fly. "I'm on nothing. Just saying that perhaps instead of getting on your own case about something now, live a little. It's just a thought. Inner Berlin strike you down if you think! The horror!"

"Oh, Blaise, shut up. You're nonsensical when you have an empty stomach." Millicent scooped another ladle of soup into his bowl at which he grinned thankfully and continued eating.

"Idiot," Draco said lightly. He looked up to the Head Table, to where Professor Raenyr was. The Trio had been talking about him when they entered the classroom, Draco heard. Potter had seen his eyes. Draco mentally went through all of his readings on dark creatures for anything on eyes, as Draco couldn't see any just like Granger and the Weasel.

Futile as it was, he wished he could write his father about the new professor, or about anything else.

Draco's eyes centered on the subject of his dreams sitting amongst his friends eating, forever without Draco in the picture. It was high time something was done about his dreams or he'd be done for.

A/N: Chapter two posted and done with! Thank you again for all of the lovely reviews and constructive feedback. It's greatly appreciated. R&R, I find it makes authors so happy.