A/N: Ok so there seems to be a lot of confusion regarding the last chapter. Basically, the potion put Draco and Harry into a dream. In that dream, there characters were the same, their histories were the same, but they were put into a situation which would force them to resolve their rivalry. In other words, whatever stories were told in the dream regarding their past are still true. While their minds were in the dream, their bodies were in a coma. If they had been unable to solve their problems in the dream, they would have woken up in three days. If they did resolve everything, it would be in the most fitting way. In other words, if they should have been friends, they would have been friends. If they were meant to be enemies, they would have stayed enemies and woken up in three days. The dream meant that Harry and Draco were meant to be more than friends. Because it only took them ten minutes to resolve everything, their rivalry was already very weak. If you have any other questions, I'll reply to a review. And now on to chapter 5, as usual, READ, REVIEW AND ENJOY. Much love and thanks.

Harry walked into the boys' dormitory and found that Ron was already in bed with the curtains closed.

"Ron?"

Silence.

"Ron, are you awake?"

A very fake, very loud snore erupted from behind the curtains.

"I know you're not asleep. I want to talk to you."

"Go talk to Malfoy."

"Ron, that's not fair."

"No, Harry, you know what's not fair? Not fair is your best friend deciding to date your worst enemy. Not fair is your best friend forgetting all the pain he's suffered because of one evil person. Not fair is you choosing Draco, after everything he's done, over me."

"I haven't chosen Draco over you."

"You have."

"How?"

"You did outside and you'll continue to. The only person you'll have time for now is him. The only person that you'll talk to is him. It will be Draco this and Draco that and you'll want me to like him. I won't do that. Draco is a bastard who supports the wizard who is trying to kill you, or did you forget that?

"He doesn't support him."

Ron snorted.

"You believe that?"

"Ron, he doesn't and this isn't going to change anything."

"It will."

"You know, you're right, it will. Draco will be there to help care about me and I'll be there to help him. He makes me feel loved and not lost, like I have a real family that belongs to me and not just an adopted one."

"I won't be your best friend anymore. You'll forget me. Draco will make sure of that."

"You will be my best friend. Draco couldn't take your place. He's my boyfriend, not you. It's different."

"No, it's not."

"Ron, I'm not going to give up Draco for you."

"I'm not going to accept Draco for you."

"Then, I guess we're stuck. Goodnight."

"Harry…"

"No."

"Harry…"

Harry crawled into bed and lie there, tears stinging his eyes. He couldn't answer Ron. He wouldn't give up Draco, but he couldn't give up Ron either. Sure Ron had his faults, but he had always been there, he couldn't imagine life without Ron. Why couldn't he just give up Draco? Harry tried to understand and finally, it hit him. In the last day, he had forgotten how to imagine life without Draco.

Draco woke up early the next morning and snuggled in his warm blanket, reluctant to face the chill of the dungeons.I need to go and see Dumbledore today about being resorted. Now that Father knows I'm not going to join the Dark Lord and my house doesn't support me, there is no reason for continuing to live here. I hate most of the people, excluding Blaise, who's stuck in the same position I was and I hate all the conniving back stabbing that goes on. I'm sure it would be a plus to be in Dumbledore's favorite house, as well. I bet the Gryffindor dorms aren't as cold as this. The best part would be living with Harry. Hold on, Draco. Living with Harry means living with Ron. It would be worth it. Wait, when did living with Harry negate the horror of spending that much of my life with Ron? Oh no, I forgot about the fight last night. I hope Harry is ok. I hate that Weasel, but Harry must be upset. That's it, I'll never be able to go back to sleep now. Draco got up and pulled on his school uniform. He hated how cold the dungeons were, even in the summer, it made him want to pull out a clock.

Draco made his way out of the depths of the school, following all the twisting paths up to the Great Hall. He walked in, the first student to arrive, and approached Dumbledore, the only teacher in the hall.

"Excuse me, Headmaster Dumbledore; I would like to speak to you."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I would like to be resorted. I do not feel that Slytherin is the appropriate house for me now. Not only am I unsafe, but I feel that my personality has changed over the years and that another house would be more suitable."

"Well, this is quite unusual, however, not unheard of and I believe you may be right about this. I think being resorted is a grand idea. Let me summon the sorting hat."

"Now, sir?"

"What better time than the present?"

With that the hat appeared at the table and Dumbledore handed it to Draco, who carefully placed it on his head.

"I see that you are back young Malfoy. Why?"

"I don't believe I fit into Slytherin anymore."

"Interesting as this is, it wouldn't have anything to do with a certain Gryffindor, would it?"

"Perhaps, it was his idea, but I have thought it over quite carefully. I am not a true Slytherin and I do not belong in that house."

"What if you were placed in a house other than Gryffindor, which your mind tells me you wish to join?"

"I would still be happier than I am now."

"Well, no matter."

"What?"

Giving no answer, the hat cried, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Draco smiled and removed the sorting hat.

"Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy, I will announce this at breakfast; from no on you will join the Gryffindors in their classes and live in their house. Good luck."

"Thank you, sir. Are you leaving the Hall now?"

"Yes, I must answer a few letters before breakfast, besides, I am sure you are in a hurry to inform Mr. Potter of recent events."

"Go tell him. The password to Gryffindor is "Gob stones". I will have one of the school elves move your things in to the dormitory before this evening. Good day, Mr. Malfoy."

"Thank you again, sir."

Harry woke up at the same time as Draco and decided to get up. He pulled on his slacks, shirt and tie, but draped his robe over his shoulder. He grabbed his broom and left for the quidditch pitch. Kicking off the ground, he soared up and began to do laps around the castle. Everything was quiet, no movements could be seen. He stayed in the air, circling, until the first students could be observed making their way outside. He dove to the ground, pretending to follow a snitch and jumped off his broom at the last second. Grabbing his robe and throwing it on, he raced up to the Gryffindor tower to return his broom and go to breakfast. He entered the common room and skidded to a halt. There was Draco, sitting in a chair, in front of the fire.

"Draco?"

Draco took one look at Harry's windswept hair, pink cheeks and sparkling eyes. He got up, crossed the room, kissed Harry on the cheek and pulled him onto the couch. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco and sat there, Draco's head on his shoulder. Suddenly, he remembered where they were.

"Draco, how did you get in here?"

"Surprised?"

"Of course."

"Well, you know how you suggested I get resorted?"

"Yes."

"Well, I was resorted into Gryffindor."

"Really?"

"No, I'm wearing a Gryffindor tie so that the Slytherins will have another reason to hate me."

"This is great. We'll get to see each other and eat at the same table. Congratulations."

"You should have heard Dumbledore and the hat."

"I bet that was interesting."

"It was."

Draco went on to tell Harry about his conversations with Dumbledore and the sorting hat, until the first Gryffindor entered the common room.

"Harry, let's go. I want to surprise everyone with Dumbledore's announcement today."

"Ok."

The boys entered the Great Hall and took their seats at the Gryffindor table. They ate breakfast, talking animatedly over various things, including whether Draco dating Harry would redeem the Gryffindors in potions class. Finally, all the students had arrived and Dumbledore rose.

"If you would lend me your attention for a brief moment, I wish to inform you of a recent event. One of our students expressed an urge to be resorted and as a result of careful consideration. I acquiesced. Mr. Draco Malfoy has been resorted into Gryffindor and will be joining their house as of today. Enjoy your breakfast and good luck in your class. Thank you."

The talk that followed the announcement was nothing short of amazing. The entire hall erupted as everyone struggled to be heard at the same time. The Gryffindors were the loudest, congratulating Draco on his good luck and sense. Hermione beamed at him and hugged Draco. At the far end of the table, Ron was silent. He didn't know what to make of all this. If Draco was a Gryffindor, he couldn't be all the bad. He had a lot of rethinking to do and he was sure that this was going to end in him apologizing to Harry, Hermione and worst of all Draco. He did not look forward to that.

The next few days were a blur for everyone. Every teacher seemed to be assigning obscene amounts of homework due on the same day. The students were busy and dreaming of the weekend. Everyone was sleep-deprived and tensions were running high, especially among the Gryffindors. The Golden Trio was not back together yet and the unease throughout the house was tangible. Ron was only seen in class and at meals. He never spoke, just did whatever was necessary and then left to go do god knows what. Harry and Draco saw each other all the time, but never as boyfriends. They were too busy doing work and racing to get a few hours of sleep. This combined with Hermione's constant presence left them both irritated. The weekend arrived and by some small miracle, there were only bits and pieces of homework to finish up.

Friday evening, Hermione, Harry and Draco were in the common room. Hermione was rereading Hogwarts: A History again and the two boys were sitting on the couch, just leaning against each other. They appeared to be asleep, but in reality, they were talking and plotting, very quietly.

"On m count, we get up and run away. She'll never notice."

"I'm too tired to run."

"I know, but it's only until we get out of here."

"Fine, I hope this is worth it."

"Harry, at this point, five minutes alone would be worth it."

"You have a point."

"Of course, ok, one…two…three!"

The two boys sprung off the couch, raced out of the common room and through the portrait. Hermione glanced up from her reading, but gave no thought to the sudden flight of here friends when she saw Ron approaching her chair.

"Hi, Hermione, how have you been?"

"Fine, Ron. What do you want?"

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Because I should never have acted the way I did, especially taking my anger out on you."

"You're right."

"You aren't going to make this easy are you?"

"No."

"I'm sorry, it's just I've always been Harry's friend and Draco's been his enemy. I never expected this and you know how bad I take change. I still want to be your friend and Harry's. I want to learn who Draco is and maybe in time, I can be his friend too. I don't always know when I'm wrong, but this time, even I can see it."

Hermione just looked at him.

"God, Mione, please. I love you." Ron gulped. He had not meant to say that.

"Oh, Ron, what took you so long?"

Hermione leaned forward and Ron saw the tears in her eyes.

"You mean you love me too?"

"Yes."

Ron took Hermione's hands in his and placed a kiss on her cheek, pulling back just enough to gaze into her eyes. She removed her hands and wrapped her arms around Ron and placed a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. He shivered. They were still for a moment, until Ron pulled out of the embrace and led Hermione to the couch, where the cuddled up together. He wiped a few tears that had escaped her control off her face and she rested her head against his chest, smiling softly. The rest of the Gryffindors in the common room saw the two together and the tension in the room seemed to disappear. Soon, everything would be back to normal.

Draco and Harry smiled at each other. Draco took Harry's hand in his and they started walking.

"Where are we going?"

"Outside, we still have two hours before curfew."

The boys walked outside and around the lake. The moon was up and lighting the grounds. Look at the castle, many lights were a glow and both though how eternal the castle seemed. They kept walked, neither wanting to ruin the beauty of the moment with words. It was enough for the time to be together and holding hands without the scrutiny of the whole school. They were just two boys enjoying a moment together, not the savior of the wizarding world or a Malfoy. They savored the other's presence and the lack of demands. After walking for a while, they sat down at the edge of the lake. Harry put his arm around Draco and pulled him down onto the grass. They lay like that for a while, with Draco's head resting on Harry's arm. Draco turned so that he was on his side, facing Harry. Harry did the same. They looked into each other's eyes and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was slow, an exploration. It was not passionate or needy, just full of care. It was perfect, a soft settling of lips on each other, sending messages of love and care that it was too soon to speak of. Draco kissed Harry's neck softly, sending chills down his spine. The night air was cool, but neither felt it as they immersed themselves in the other. They stayed like that for some time, until their kisses stopped being soft and became wet and filled with desire. It wasn't until Harry had completely unbuttoned Draco's shirt that they broke apart. Draco stared at Harry, his lips swollen and his face flushed in the moonlight.

"Not here."

"I know, not yet."

"That too."

"We'd better go inside."

Harry was the first to rise and he pulled Draco up. They lingered by the lake and finally turned back to the castle. With arms wrapped around each other's waists, they reached the castle and made their way to the Gryffindor tower. Sighing, they climbed through the portrait and walked into the common room to find Hermione and Ron snuggled against each other and asleep.

"I can't them now. I'm sure we'll be talking to Ron tomorrow. Let's go to bed."

"Ok."

Entering the dorm, Draco looked at his bed and wondered what it would belike to sleep with Harry.

"Can I sleep in your bed, Harry?"

"You want to?"

"Yes."

Harry didn't speak. He just grabbed his pajamas and motioned for Draco to do the same. They changed and Harry went to brush his teeth, Draco following. Harry finished first and when Draco walked into the dorm, a familiar sight greeted him.

Harry was lying in his bed. He pulled back the covers and smiled. Draco returned the smile, walked over and got in bed. He twisted his head over his shoulder and gave Harry a lingering kiss. Harry put his arm Draco and buried his face in Draco's neck."

"Goodnight, Draco."

"Goodnight, Harry."

The next day came early for the Gryffindors. Hermione and Ron woke up, still in the common room. Harry woke up to a warm blond in his bed and the sun just coming up. He got out of bed, pulling Draco with him. He threw on a long sleeved black shirt and jeans. Draco grabbed a light blue sweater and jeans.

"Wait, we're wearing jeans, which means that it is Saturday. Why are we up?"

"Brilliant deductions, Draco. We are up because it is beautiful outside and the sun is barely up. We are going to watch it finish rising, come on."

Walking past the common room, Harry stopped.

"Wait a minute."

He walked in and spoke to Ron and Hermione for a few minutes. When he walked out, they were following.

"Draco, I'm sorry for being an ass. I can't say that I'm ok with all of this, but Harry is and will always be my best friends, just like Hermione and if they trust you then I have to learn to as well.

"It's ok, Ron. I understand. You have no reason to be my friend, but I hope that we will be able to work out our differences for Harry. He needs us both."

"Thanks guys. Let's go or we'll miss the sun coming up."

The foursome watched the sunrise from the Astronomy tower, each filled for the first time with happiness.