Why hello everybody. Paige is back with a new chapter for you. And hey guess what. It's long! And hey guess what else! I'm writing the 9th chapter! XD

All right well. Enjoy!

A feeling of weightlessness and only being able to see black seemed to give Harry the impression that he was dead.

This was his only feeling for what seemed to be an eternity. That was until the feeling began to shift. Not immediately, but at a painfully slow rate.

When Harry opened his eyes, colors and lights accompanied the feeling of being weighed down. The colors were shapeless, blending in at one point or another. The lights too were just orbs that blended in with the huge smudge of colors. It made Harry's head ache to stare at them, so he closed his eyes, nestling back into sleep.

What seemed to be hours later, a sleepy Harry opened his tired eyes. A vivid red circle seemed to be bouncing next to where Harry was laying. Just suspended in midair, going up and down.

'Up.. Down.. Up.. Down.. Up.. Down.." Harry kept his eyes on the object, mentally saying up and down as the blur did just that. It was the most exciting thing that had happened to Harry in ages.

A few "years" later, the red circle was more vivid and defined. It also seemed to be less circle-like.

Harry even started to debate weather or not to name the object. When he finally decided to, it seemed he was quickly being thrust back into life. The weight of his body completely returned, the colors and lights, still fuzzy, now more defined.

The red circle however, remained. Then suddenly it stopped. It went down, not going back up like expected.

" Well look who's awake," the circle seemed to be saying as it rested on what looked like a white nook on a black table or shelf of some sort.

"What're you looking at?" The same voice demanded.

Harry blinked confusedly. He looked at the shelf again, his eyes going from top to bottom. On the top seemed to be a white ball, the top of it glinting in the light.

" Hello, I'm talking you. Don't act like you can't hear me," The voice snapped.

"What? Who are you?" Harry asked lamely.

"… Who am I? How can you no- Oh. Right. You're blind. I forgot.."

Suddenly and object was thrust in front of Harry. Harry reached for it, taking it and soon realizing it was his glasses.

After his glasses were properly applied, Harry looked over to identify the voice.

"Malfoy!" He squeaked loudly, before rolling off the bed in surprise.

" Good going Golden Boy." A sneer was heard from Draco before he left with extreme speed.

On the floor, Harry gazed absentmindedly at a bright red apple that seemed to have been dropped. He felt a strange twang in his heart that ran all the way down his left arm. Malfoy came to.. See him?

"MR. POTTER!" an eccentric shriek was heard before Harry was lifted up and put back onto his bed with strength that he didn't think Madame Pomfry had.

" I ought to keep you another day just for good measure. You take another fall like that and you'll be in here all week!" Madame Pomfry scowled.

Harry just sighed, taking off his glasses and closing his tired eyes.

"Hey Nev, do you have any idea where Harry is? I haven't seen him anywhere.." Hermione asked Neville as she reached for a bagel.

"Haven't a clue.. Sorry 'mione.." Neville replied, mouth full of toast. Hermione smiled faintly, nodding as she chewed on her bagel.

Ever since their little fight, Ron and Hermione hadn't spoken. Ron felt like shit, and Hermione was just plain scared. It was a tough time. Hermione was worried that t he child wouldn't have a father and she would do anything in the world to fix that. Even if it meant talking to Ron again.

Standing, Hermione decided since tomorrow was Saturday, she'd look for Harry then. Leaving her half eaten bagel on her plate, she started off towards Transfigurations, hoping she'd get there on time.

Harry had counted the stones in the wall parallel to him 15 or so times. The funny thing was, every time he did, the number would come out significantly different.

Deciding he needed something else to do before he went crazy and counted all the stones in the castle, he closed his eyes nestling into his bed again. He took off his glasses, yawning as he blindly placed them on the nightstand. Then he shifted around, trying to, and finally getting comfortable.

In a matter of what seemed to be milliseconds, Harry was plunged into sleep.

He then saw before him, the dream. The same dream as always.

And just like always, it got a bit more intense than the last.

Inside the cabin, Draco kissed Harry softly, teasingly. Harry pushed up against the other boy, desiring more. Draco's dainty arms were draped around Harry's shoulders. One of the small hands worked its way to undoing the robe around Harry. Once the robe was off, the shirt fell, then Draco got to his knees, stroking the inside of Harry's thigh softly. His pants and boxers fell, and Draco's head went down.

"I have to go see him… But.. He doesn't want me there.. I clearly scared him out of his wits last time. And I left my damn apple. Oh gods. Why is this so bloody hard!" Draco Malfoy groaned, collapsing onto his plush, green bed.

His gray eyes looked stressed, his blonde hair out of it's normal slicked back condition, his once perfectly manicured nails now short and bitten.

Harry Potter was tearing him apart.

Day by day, Draco had avoided the raven-haired beauty. His plan had been working too. To just simply rid his mind of Harry James Potter. All up until that night. That night when Draco found Harry.. That stupid, terrible, horrid, wonderful, beautiful, glorious night.

Ever since then, despite it had only been a day ago, Draco had been driven mad. Images oh Harry, dreams of Harry, thoughts of Harry, all filled the young Malfoy's head.

"I don't have to see him.. I need to.." Draco said softly.

Sitting up, the blonde looked at the clock.

11:30. Draco scoffed. This was going to definitely cut into his beauty rest time.

Swinging his feet over the side of his bed, sighing, he stood up and then headed for the common room on tiptoes.

Harry woke with a jolt. His dream.. It had been the oddest yet.

Glancing down to his lap he blushes crimson. He threw another blanket over it, trying to hide the fact that it looked like a house elf decided to go camping on his groin.

Lying back down, Harry sighed.

'Why Malfoy? Why?'

Well Harry could think of plenty of reasons why someone would like Draco. But why Harry? Why all of the sudden?

Submerse into deep thought, Harry almost didn't hear the Hospital Wing doors open.

Quickly shutting his eyes, Harry silently wondered whom the devil it was coming at this hour.

When he heard the footsteps come close and then stop right besides his bed, Harry almost stopped breathing.

The hallways were cool and dark. The young Malfoy walked leisurely, trying to think of what to say to Potter if he were awake.

Shaking his head of blonde locks, Draco dismissed the thoughts. He didn't care if the entire student body was in there. Draco needed to see Harry.

This seemed to quicken his pace.

After an agonizing 10 minutes, the Hospital Wing doors stood before Draco. They seemed so tall.. So foreboding.

Taking a deep breath, Draco eased open one of the doors.

Glancing around, eyes squinted he saw no Madame Pomfry in sight. Just a lump on a bed with an odd elevation about half way down.

Draco assumed it was Harry, so he stepped in cautiously, as if he were waiting for a blaring alarm to alert the whole castle that he, Draco Malfoy were stepping into the nearly empty hospital wing.

When his wild expectations weren't met, he sighed.

His eyes squinted still; he began his slow journey to the other end of the silent Hospital Wing.

On the way over, Draco began to wonder why people squinted when they had trouble seeing. It seemed stupid, one he had thought about it.

Squinting limits your vision. So why would you limit your vision is the surroundings were already dismal?

This thought kept him occupied for long enough for him to walk over to Harry's bed.

As he stood still over the raven-haired boy, he noticed Harry's eyes were shut tightly. You didn't do that when you were asleep..

Draco smirked the infamous Malfoy smirk.

Potter was trying to make Draco think he was sleeping. This could be fun..

Harry seemed to be shaking with anticipation. He just wished the person would do something. Anything. The still silence was killing him. His breathing slowed, and his ears strained for even the tiniest sound or movement.

He could have sworn he heard a small laugh of what was either triumph or malice.

Then it seemed time stopped as if the softest lips he had ever felt attacked his lips.

Just as Harry was about to respond, the lips lifted off of Harry's.

Opening his eyes, Harry saw a fuzzy outline of someone over him. He smiled faintly as he recalled thinking this person was once a shelf of some sort.

"Here," the person spoke, handing Harry his glasses.

"Ma-Malfoy?" Harry faltered softly. It wasn't a identity question, but a "why in the hell are you here, standing over me after you just kissed me?" question.

"What? No welcoming scream?" Malfoy sneered. Harry frowned, going red.

"I just wasn't expecting you.." He mumbled quickly. Draco laughed softly.

"Right.."

"Honestly!"

"Okay.."

"Really! I mean it!"

"Alright, I believe you."

"I swear. It's not like I'm scared of you.. "

"Well, I should hope not.." Draco remarked.

Harry didn't know what he meant, so a sickening silence fell over the room as the young Potter tried to think of something to say.

"So uh.. Why are you here?" Harry asked lamely, desperate to break the silence. Before he disliked silence, but now he despised it.

For the first time ever, or so it seemed, Malfoy faltered.

"Oh. Uhm, I uh.. " He spoke nervously and quickly, what seemed to be another first for him.

"You.. What?" Harry questioned, beginning to realize he had the upper hand here, if only for a moment. A smirk started to form on his maturing face.

"I.. Came.. To.. Check up on you?" Malfoy more asked then said. Harry looked far too smug for his liking. "I mean, I was the one who found you bleeding all over the damn castle.." He added quickly.

Harry looked slightly taken aback.

"Wha-What?" That didn't seem to be the answer he was looking for. Draco had once again, regained the upper hand, and his smirk proved so.

"You heard me. If I hadn't taken you here, you would have died.. So I came back to check and see if that happy moment had come."

Why did Malfoy's remark make Harry want to cry? Was it his tone? No.. He'd used that tone tons of times before.. Maybe it was what he was saying that hurt Harry. This was ridiculous!

"If you came to see if I was dead, which I doubt seeing as how it's fucking 12 midnight and you Slytherins are obsessed with beauty sleep, why the fuck did you kiss me?" Harry retorted with ferocity he didn't think he was capable of. At least not at 12 midnight to a boy he had just had a rather.. strange dream about.

Once again, Draco faltered.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. You must be delirious." Malfoy spoke finally. Harry frowned thoughtfully, and then grinned a satisfied grin.

"Alright, whatever Malfoy. I know why you came here. You fancy me." Malfoy smirked at him.

"You've never been more wrong in your entire life, Potter." Harry rolled his eyes and the laid down, pulling his covers up to his chin, closing his eyes after removing his glasses.

"I don't fancy you.. I love you.." Harry heard Draco whisper softly and rather emotionally into his ear. But when Harry turned over to question the young Malfoy, he was gone..

OH MAN! LOVE!

Draco: Shut up! Gosh. You make me out to be some hopeless romantic..

Harry: Aw. But you are, my little Dragon.

Draco: You wanna go Potter! You wanna go! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!

Harry: I'd love to, but I don't like doing it in public.

Draco: Aw..