Dreams, in which Draco has a hard time accepting he dreams of Luna.
"Draco," Luna said seductively winking at him.
Suddenly she pulled on his robes closing the gap between the two. He could smell the faint scent of flowers as he looked into her deep blue eyes feeling the firm grip of her tiny hands clutching his robes. She pulled him down towards her level as he felt their faces inching closer. He felt the curve of her lips...
"BAM!"
He awoke to the sound of fellow Slytherin's fighting outside of his room. Ready to hex who ever had woken him up from his dream he thrust himself out of his bed. Grabbing his wand he was about to leave his room when a thought struck him. Before he was rudely awakened he had been dreaming of kissing Luna Lovegood, the school freak. And he had enjoyed it.
For the first time in Draco's life he was considering hexing himself.