The next couple of days he had spent his days with Neville Longbottom, he felt too awkward when he spent his time with Hermione and Ron.
They kept on staring at him, or so he thought until one night in the lonely common room,
"Would you bloody quit it?!" Harry raised his voice.
Ron and Hermione weren't doing anything. They were, even Ron, doing their homework from D.A.D.A. Both spun their heads toward Harry, rising an eyebrow to him, who sat restlessly on an arm chair near the fire, shaking his legs.
"What are you talking about?" Ron spoke.
Harry was now flushing fiddling his fingers.
"Harry what's wrong with you?" Hermione said sympathetically. "You shun us away from you and spend your days with Neville? Look Harry..I didn't mean to know but..Ron.."
Ron quickly turned to her as she said his name.
".. he told me about your night dream.."
Now Hermione was the one who was blushing furiously.
Harry was absolutely stunned. But words could not come out until Hermione went on.
"Harry if you have sexual desires or frustration..i think you should see Madame Pomfrey. Or do..something..about it."
Ron and Harry Gaped at her with mouths open. They certainly would never expect this from Hermione.
Harry opened his mouth. Nothing. He tried again.
" 'mione...I..." Harry really didn't know how to respond to this. His paranoia seemed to subside, because for the first time in a couple of days, he began to laugh.
Ron and Hermione, who was still flushed, began to laugh along with Harry. Harry smiled contently at them when they stopped.
He raised a hand to his head and brushed his hair back.
"I am..sorry" he chuckled. "I..guess I'm fine, I was just freaking out on something."
"Harry you know you can tell us, or at least Ron." Hermoine whispered embarassedly.
Ron and Harry began to laugh at her as she turned red.
"Shut up!" She turned away and buried her nose in her homework. "Jerks."
That night the awkwardness left and everything was practically back to normal. But Harry still had his little problem.
Harry had come to accept his "queerness", because the more he tried to ignore it the more he wanted the blonde blue-gray eyed, and if that happened the more he freaked out.
He even went a week without sleeping just to stop the dreams, but stopped as soon as he passed out one day in the Great Hall during lunch.
He had no way of avoiding this fate, but..Malfoy? Why him?
His thought lingered on about it. 'He is hot, cold blue-gray gorgeous eyes, slithe strong body, not crazy about the hair, firm ass, soft skin, tender lips.'
He began to daydream about the Malfoy and another version of the boy came, 'Snotty, arrogant, selfish, bigott, hipocryte, asshole, kiss-ass, teacher's pet to Snape..."
Harry's hands curled into fists shaking with anger, remembering everything he hated about Malfoy.
He sighed.
"...great kisser though.." he muttered under his breath.
Draco had been thinking about Potter, and likewise, he asked himself once more, "Why Potter?!"
He too had been having erotic dreams of him every night now. Waking up at three in the morning panting feeling himself grow hard, cursing at thin air.
He thought Harry was really cute but that was it. But he just couldn't shake him off of his mind, he was just so...so...shockingly irresistable!
Draco has been having this crush on Harry since the third year, it was now the fifth year.
'Merlin why?', he thought with fists on his forhead. And now it seems its intensifing.
"Okay that's it, I'm going to Potter." It was the last resort, what else could he do?
He'd only wanted a taste, it seemed now he wanted the whole platter.