A/N: I've Started another story, The Elf and the Veela, (check it out) so I may not update as fast on this story, but I don't think I'll stop completly... Now on with the show! :-D

Chapter 3: Dreams and Potions

Draco was dreaming, he was sure of it. But the dream was so good, he didn't want to stop. What was in the dream? Well he and Harry were in a bed, naked, making love. With slow and gentle love with tender words and touches real Draco almost wept from the beauty of it.

"Harry," Draco moaned, he legs moving restlessly, "Harry, please, oh, please, I need it," dream Draco was being tortured by his dream lover, and he was nearly out of his mind with need. "Please, HARRY!" The shouted word woke Draco up with a start. He whirled his head around, saw not a person there and sunk back into his pillow, dejected, lonely, and aroused.

This was the fourth week in a row that he had had a dream like this. Each night he grew more frustrated than the last. With a loud sigh Draco got out of bed and went in to the bathroom to wash and distress. After a productive shower he combed his blond hair, put on a set of potions robes and set out for the ministry.

As had become his ritual Draco got to the ministry at the same time as Harry. They had talked over the course of the four weeks since Draco's disclosure and had become fast friends.

"Good Morning, Draco," Harry sang cheerfully.

"Eh, 'Moring, Harry," Draco grunted still upset with his lack of response with Harry. "What's got you so happy?"

"Oh, nothing, the sun, the smells," Harry shrugged, "the usual"

Draco was skeptical, if he were a morning person, which he was not, he would be happy to see Harry, of course Draco would never admit to such a fact. As it was Harry probably had been laid last night, or he had snogged someone at a pub last night. "Did you get laid?" Draco asked, he and Harry were quite good friends, and as friends do, especially male, they talked about their sex life, or lack thereof. However the boys steered well clear of Draco's mystery man. Harry didn't want to think of another person with Draco, and Draco didn't want to arouse Harry's suspicions and scare him away.

"Ha!" Harry laughed, "That's rich. Can't I be happy just for the sake of being happy?" He feigned hurt, but ruined the expression with a huge smile across his face.

"No," Draco replied with mock seriousness, "You can't be happy without a reason,"

Harry just smiled. At this point he strayed from the same dialogue they had been 'reading' off of for a few weeks. "So, I, uh, I'm having a ten year celebration for the fall of the Kevadra Lord," Harry stuttered. "Do you want to, uh, come?" The Kevadra Lord was what people had begun calling Lord Voldemort, as he had favored, and in fact mastered the curse. Harry stood awkwardly, waiting. Draco had a stunned look on his face, of all the things Harry could have said, an invitation to a party celebrating the fall of the very man his parents had served, willingly, for years was the last thing on his mind. He was speechless, a rare occurrence. "You don't have to let me know now," Harry quickly said, seeing the shock on Draco's face and interpreting it as disgust.

Draco startled himself out of his revive with a shake of his head, "it's not that I don't want to came, I do, but why would you invite me? I'm still the bad guy in many people's memories."

"You're my friend," Harry said, gently, "and besides, it's been 10 years, isn't it time you shed that image?"

Draco was put in shock once again, the declaration of friendship too much for his to bear, "Uh, sure, I'll be there. Owl me the details," slowly a smile spread across his face.

"You should smile more often," Harry said, conversationally. Draco blushed and mumbled a good-bye.

Draco soon arrived in this office in the experimental potions section of the Healers office. Having his godfather for a Potions Master really helped Draco with his self confidence. Draco's mind wasn't fully on his work today, however. It was on the green eyes of his friend. Draco could hardly believe that the love of his life considered him, Draco Malfoy, the bane of his existence in school and rival for years after, a friend.

"You fool!" shouted his supervisor the esteemed Carrie Oxford (A/N: I have no idea where that name came from, I'm horrible at coming up with names…) potion master of the healing arts. The potion Draco had been working on, a cure for the imperius curse, had turned a bright green, the exact shade of Harry's eyes. It was supposed to be a red color. "I suppose you were day-dreaming and couldn't be bothered to put in the newts toes," she berated. "It's taken weeks to get it to this stage! As you very well know the single drop of unicorn blood need is worth near a million galleons! That doesn't even include the mermaids scale and piece of dementors robe. This is one of the most expensive potions ever. But the fact is will cure the imperius curse, and will keep for years, outweighs the cost." Oxford was on a role, "BUT YOU RUINED IT!"

"No, no. It's not ruined," Draco placated, hoping against hopes that his hunch wouldn't bite him in the arse. "The newts' toes can be added any time before the potion turns black," I hope, he added silently. "All I have to do is stir it in properly," He stirred the potion 7 times clock-wise, 7 times counter-clockwise and once in a spiral clockwise motion. The potion turned a reddish color. He then found the perfectly cubed toes and put them into the dead center of the cauldron. The potions turned silver.

"Bravo, Draco," Oxford said, "We may save this potion yet."

Draco permitted himself a brief smile. "Have I not said I know my potions?" he asked coyly, ever the pureblood rouge.

"Draco, you do know your stuff," Oxford said with a smile.

"This potion must stew, as you know, so I'm going to head home for today," Draco said on his way out the door. He headed for the Auror's offices.

"Draco!" Harry greated with a smile, "What brings you here?"

"Oh, nothing," Draco's face was wreathed in a huge smile, "I just saved a billion galleon potion,"

"Really? Wow, Draco. I'm so proud!" Harry said with a smile.

"Yeah, so I'm done for today, so, do you want to explain about your party?"

Harry barley managed to keep his jaw from dropping, "Sure,"he stuttered. Harry went on to explain that he was inviting all the remaining D.A. and Order members to Grimmauld Place on May first. Draco could come and it was just a party with a fancy name. The boys said their good-byes. Harry went home, happy to be building a friendship with Draco. Draco went home resigned to another dream about Harry.

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