Harry was lying in his bed staring at the ceiling. From the look of outside he had a decent amount of time before his houseguest forced him to get up. That is if Harry was still inside the dream that refused to let him awake. It had been three weeks and Harry had to say his dream was rather boring. He didn't realize it at first, but upon comprehending he was in a dream he'd started looking for something exciting. As of so far his dream consisted of nothing, except him and Draco living in relative peace for three weeks.

It was odd, his life when Draco was concerned was always that much more exciting. He had to watch himself around the Slytherin. But Draco hadn't tried a single thing. It made Harry nervous, and well, bored.

Ron and Hermione were writing Harry everyday about anything and everything. It was amusing how excited his friends seemed to be to here from him.

"Wake up Potter." Draco ordered from the doorway. "Time to start the day." Harry sighed. He glanced over at the blonde.

"Why do you always wake me up?" he asked. "You don't have to."

"If I didn't you'd never leave your room. This house is dull enough when you are around. I can only shudder to think of how horrible it will be if you lie around in here all day." Draco moved to the window and let Pig in. "Now get up."

Harry walked into the kitchen a short time later to find the room empty. Draco normally was down before Harry. Harry walked over to the stove and pulled out a frying pan, he looked at it for a few moments before placing it on the stove. Harry hadn't made breakfast since Draco had arrived. While he cooked dinner and lunch, Draco had willingly cooked breakfast so far. Harry was staring at the eggs when he heard a door slam upstairs.

"Potter!?" Draco shouted. Seconds later Draco burst into he kitchen. Draco looked around and finally his eyes settled on Harry. "What are you doing?" Draco asked stalking over to Harry.

"Making breakfast."

"Why?"

"Because you weren't." Harry answered as if it were obvious.

"Why did you get up?" Harry looked at Draco confused.

"You told me too. Same as every morning that you've been here."

"Yes, but you never get up the first time I tell you too. And why didn't you decide to shower or something?"

Harry shrugged, " I dunno. But I couldn't have showered if I wanted to. You were in there." Harry put the eggs he'd made onto a plate and looked down at them despondently. He'd much rather have Draco's weird food. Draco sneered at Harry's eggs.

"You can have that. I'll make my own breakfast." Harry stared at his eggs a second more before dropping them in the garbage.

"Okay. I like yours better anyway. I'm going to go shower." Harry stated before walking out of the room.

Harry walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. Draco had several things laid out already. Draco put something else on a plate and turned off the stove. He walked to the table and sat across from Harry as usual.

"I don't know why you assumed I'd make breakfast for you Potter. All I said was that I wasn't eating your food, I never said you weren't."

"Oh." Harry looked down at the table stumped. There was the same amount of food as there was when they both ate. "So did you not make me any?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"That's right Potter. Suddenly my appetite has doubled." Draco said sarcastically. "Don't be daft."

"So you did make me some?"

"Yes. But don't expect it anymore. I don't appreciate you just assuming I'll cook for you. It is an honor given only to a very few." Harry paused for a moments and watched Draco ready his plate and start eating, the blonde was scowling at his food.

"That's not want I meant to do." Harry started slowly. "I like your cooking, that's why I wanted you to cook for me too. You're better then I am." Harry added.

"And yet you don't ask if I'd mind to make you some or if I'm willing. You simply assumed I would." Harry stared at Draco for a few moments. "What?" Draco finally snapped.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. You've just been cooking breakfast, and I didn't think you'd mind. I'll ask next time."

"Whatever Potter. Just eat." Draco ordered. Harry nodded and loaded his plate.

Harry finished and brought his plate to the sink. He collected the other dishes on the table and brought them over as well. Draco stood while Harry started running the water and brought his plate over. Harry had been making Draco help, much to the blonde's chagrin. Draco handed Harry his plate and pushed his sleeves up.

"I'll do it." Harry said simply smiling at Draco. Draco raised an eyebrow but nodded.

"All right."

Potter had better be done soon. Draco thought. It hadn't been any significant period of time at all and Draco was bored out of his mind.

He was startled out of listing all of the different reasons he was bored when he felt fingers running through his hair.

Draco jerked his head back. "Potter." he snapped seeing the brunette next to him. "What in Merlin's name did you do that for?"

"You didn't do your hair today." Harry informed him. "I like it like this. Its pretty, and soft."

"Potter my hair isn't pretty. And just because I didn't do it this morning that doesn't gives you the right to pet me. I like my space."

"Okay." Harry went and sat on the couch across from Draco that he normally sat on. "Why didn't you do your hair this morning." Harry asked curious.

"I was distracted. And then I was forced into cooking breakfast. Since you are so horrible at it."

"Oh." Draco pulled a chessboard onto the small table between them and started setting up the pieces.

"You don't want to play chess with me. I'm terrible at it."

"I do believe I have realized that from all of the times we've played within the last few weeks. However if we don't I'll be stuck staring at nothing all day as you're so inclined to do." Draco pushed the board in between them fully and moved one of his pawns.

Harry concentrated on the game as Draco prattled about some thing or another. Draco had none to nicely informed Harry during the first few times they played what he was supposed to do when he was playing chess with Draco. He had to first pay attention, when it is his move he is supposed to move a piece, not stare at the board for twenty minutes. He was not to lose a game that hadn't been going for more then an hour, even then that was pitiful. And most important he was supposed to pay attention to when Draco talked. Draco was willing to fulfill the conversation part of there interactions but was not pleased with being ignored.

Harry tried, he really did, but he would always end up not listening to what Draco was saying. A phrase would tip Harry into thinking of when someone else said the same thing, or a hand gesture would remind him of an overzealous Ron or a scolding Hermione leading his mind away from Draco.

Today Harry just couldn't focus. His mind wasn't really anywhere. He was filling away the tones and pitch of Draco's voice. How it might grow faster during a certain part of what he was talking about, or nearly silent at another.

He was watching the blonde's lips. He was looking to see if he could pinpoint the on coming change in Draco's voice simply by watching him.

Harry thought he was doing rather well in pretending to pat attention and also remember he was playing chess. It was rather obvious when Harry had forgotten or taken to long to notice it was his turn, as Draco's voice would take on highly irritated qualities.

Harry had been watching Draco for some length of time when Draco simply stopped talking.

Harry blinked and lifted his eyes to Draco's. Their eyes stayed locked for a moment and then Draco's drifted down Harry's side, to the floor, and back to Harry. Harry looked down.

His pants were on fire.

Harry jumped up and quickly tried smothering it. Draco started laughing and cast a quick spell stopping the flames.

"Merlin how did that happen?" Harry asked sitting cautiously back down. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Don't be dumber then normal Potter. I did it of course."

"You sent me on fire?" Draco nodded. "Why?"

"You were ignoring me."

"Oh, but normally you just—" Harry made a vague hand gesture same as that Draco used when smacking Harry on the head.

" I know. Obviously that doesn't have much of an effect on you seeing as not a day goes by that you don't drift off so I decided to try something else." Draco moved his chess piece and glanced back at Harry who was once again ignoring him. "Potter, what is so distracting you can't pay attention for even a moment?" Draco snapped highly annoyed.

"Your mouth." Harry stated. Draco was about to snap again when what Harry said trickled into his head.

"My mouth?"

"You talk a lot. I moves differently. It's fascinating." Harry was watching him carefully. Draco didn't know how to react to him. He watched Harry whose face was solely focused on his mouth. Draco was slightly weirded out and decided to try changing the subject.

"You know Potter if I didn't know better I would say you were hitting on me."

"No, I—you're just fun to watch." Draco sat back slightly affronted. "I can't like you. You're a horrible person outside of this dream." Harry told him. Harry moved one of his chess pieces not realizing Draco hadn't gone yet. Dc didn't feel the need to tell Harry as he'd made it easier for Draco to win. Draco moved one of his pieces.

"What about in the dream? Do you like who I am now?" Draco asked curiously.

"Yes. You're a lot different then the Draco I know outside of it." Draco nodded. He was looking at Harry for a moment thinking about something.

"So since this is a dream, and you like the me I am now, would you kiss the dream me?" Harry looked up at Draco confused.

"Do—do you want me to?" Draco moved next to Harry on the couch.

"Its you're dream right? Since I'm asking that would mean you want me to right?"

"I guess." Harry answered nervously.

"So are you going to?" Draco smiled at him, "you are oddly fascinated with my lips."

"I don't normally like guys." Harry stated.

"Its your dream, you can like whoever you want in it."

"Yeah," Harry was staring at Draco's mouth and licked his lips, "I suppose."

"What do you want to do Harry?" Draco asked quietly. "I think you want to kiss me." Harry lifted his eyes up to Draco's and back to his lips, "I want you to." Draco whispered.

Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against Draco's. He pulled back an instant later blushing.

"I don't really know what to do." Harry stated. Draco moved closer to Harry, he ran his fingers lightly along his thigh.

"Haven't you ever kissed someone before?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, but never a guy." Draco chuckled. "The only other guy I ever liked I never could have kissed." Harry added absently.

"It's the same as kissing a girl." Harry looked skeptically at Draco. "I'll prove it." Draco slipped his fingers in Harry's hair; he pulled his head closer and gently placed his lips on Harry's. He kissed Harry gently for a few moments before sliding his tongue along Harry's lips. Harry pulled back.

"To much?" Draco asked. Harry was looking at Draco confused.

"Why?" Draco nuzzled Harry's neck.

"I want to. Will you let me?" Draco asked before pressing his lips back to Harry's. This time when he tried to slip his tongue into Harry's mouth, Harry allowed him. They kissed for several minutes till Harry pulled back needing to catch his breath.

"Breathe out of your nose." Draco ordered. He pressed his lips back to Harry's. He pulled back a grinned. "You've thought of kissing another bloke? Who?"

"I haven't told anyone. Why would I tell you?" Harry asked pulling Draco to him again.

"I bet I can get you to tell me." Breaking their kiss once again.

"If you want me to keep kissing you, you'll stop bugging me, and kiss me." Harry stated.

Draco grinned, "I'll get you to tell me later." He pushed Harry down so he was lying on the couch. Draco was lying on top of him he was watching Harry for a few moments till Harry sighed and slipped his fingers through Draco's hair and pulled Draco's mouth down to his own.