Morning found Draco staring blankly out of the window. He has been made Prefect and therefore got his own room. His flaxen hair is disheveled, his pajamas crinkled. Draco has been made Prefect by Dumbledore to make Draco realize that he still has a second chance—a second chance to show everyone that he has changed.

Though he would never admit it, Draco has been slightly nicer, only kind of rude to others for the sake of appearances. And yes, Draco still cares about that. He still has some reputation to uphold, even after everything, because this might be the only thing he has left.

Draco yawned once more and stretched. Last night, he was in the Slytherin dormitory to hang out with his friends. He figures being alone doesn't help with his condition, and that being surrounded with people even when all you do doesn't make any sense is kind of nice too. This morning, though, he has been thinking of his mum, alone in St. Mungo's, with only the doctors to take care of her. His father… he only deserved to be in Azkaban. Draco shivered at the thought of his father. He's a mean, heartless bastard, but he's still Draco's father.

Then… There's Potter. He hadn't thought much of Potter since they came back to Hogwarts to repeat their seventh year. Potter's been surrounded by people, always. Draco chuckled at the thought. Then, to learn that Potter is bent. Let alone he fancies Draco. How would people react? "A lot of hearts would be broken," Draco mused. "Potter, potter, potter. You never fail to surprise me."

Harry woke up to the sound of bellowing in their room.

"I never even touched your stack there!" a voice like Neville's yelled.

"Yes, you did! You're the only one who stays late here at the dormitory!" Seamus' voice yelled back.

"Why are you fighting so early in the morning?" Ron's sleepy voice penetrated the silence that followed.

"Well, it's only because Neville touched my things!" Seamus said, voice rising with each word.

"I did not! It's not my fault you leave your things everywhere!" Neville's indignant voice bellowed.

"Will you two yell louder? I don't think they heard you over in the Slytherin dorms," Harry said, rubbing his eyes wearily.

"Sorry, Harry, but Seamus really shouldn't accuse people with not enough evidence," Neville said, glaring at Seamus.

"Cut it out, already. What's the problem, Seamus?" Harry asked, sitting at the edge of his bed.

"Neville touched my things,"Seamus said, glaring back at Neville.

"What things, exactly?" Harry went on.

"My…" Seamus stopped glaring and looked sheepish, "uhh… my stack of lube."

Groans echoed in their room.

"That's it?!" Harry rolled his eyes and continued, "You woke me up because Neville prodded around your stack of lube?"
"That's not all!" Seamus crossed his arms. "My porn stash was there, too!"

"And so what's the matter?" Harry huffed.

"It seems that Seamus is… rather interested in men," Neville answered for him.

Seamus groaned. "Is it not enough that you went through my things?" He stopped to glare at Neville. "You still have to tell everyone that I'm… gay?"

Neville looked a bit sheepish. "Really, Seam, we accept you the way you are.."

"Yes, we do, Seamus," Harry told him. "We don't mind you being gay. You don't have to keep this thing from us."

"Yeah," Ron chirped up, "whatever," then he went back to sleep.

"Now, are you two okay now?" Harry asked.

Neville looked at Seamus. "I'm sorry, alright?" Neville brought up his hand.

Seamus took it after a while and said hesitantly, "Alright. But please don't get the word out?"

Neville and Harry rolled their eyes and chorused, "We promise."

After a wee bit, Seamus got back to sleep again and Neville hit the showers.

Harry, however, can't get back to sleep now. His mind wandered to his dream…

Draco Malfoy was there, smiling at Harry genuinely and it made Harry's legs buckle a bit and his heart to run a freaking marathon. Then, Draco took Harry's hand in his and leaned close enough to whisper in Harry's ear. "Can I sit with you in the Gryffindor table?"

Harry, whose mind can only process for now how warm Draco's body is, how close their proximity is, how Draco's hot breath against Harry's ear sent shivers down his spine… he just nodded, not sure at all what Draco just said.

Then, Draco pulled back and smiled that smile again at Harry. Harry managed to smile back, albeit dreamily.

Real life Harry snorted. "Of course it's only a dream."

Then, Draco leaned again, and his lips barely touched Harry's when Draco pulled his hand gently and lead them to the Gryffindor table—

And the bellowing ensued that woke him up rather rudely. Harry shook his head and looked at the time. Better get ready for breakfast…

Draco groaned as he walked to the Great Hall by himself. He happened to stop by in the Slytherin dormitory, but some fight is happening and Draco's so-called friends stayed to watch.

"Nosy bastards," Draco muttered.

He looked up and saw Harry alone, walking very slowly to the entrance of the Great Hall, as if waiting for someone.

Harry, then, suddenly looked up and their eyes locked. Draco watched in amusement as he saw Harry's eyes widen comically and he looked quickly around them as if making sure nobody can see them. Draco approached Harry, scorching remarks at the tip of his tongue but then he remembered the dare and stopped.

"Oh, what better time to start and carry out the dare." Draco settled for a Cheshire cat grin.

Harry was walking VERY slowly towards the Great Hall entrance. He suddenly found himself hoping that his dream would really come true. This is the place, after all, where the dream happened. At this entrance. Harry snorted then shook his head. He looked up and found his eyes locked with one certain Draco Malfoy.

Harry felt his whole body stiffen as he watched Draco walk towards him, a Cheshire cat grin on his pale, smooth face. That grin sure meant nothing but trouble.

Abruptly, Draco stopped in front of Harry. Their bodies are so close to each other. The Cheshire cat grin is gone and in its wake is a genuine smile.

Harry's throat constricted as he felt his legs buckle and his heart skip a beat.

"Oh Merlin, I must be hallucinating. There must be something in the water when I took a bath," Harry thought.

Then a long-fingered pale hand was on his cheek and caressing it. Harry's eyes closed and vaguely thought, "Well, that water must be enchanted. I think I need to get 5 to 10 showers a day from now on…" His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden warm heat. It embraced his whole body and Harry cracked an eye open. Draco was leaning close to him. Harry thought he's in the movie 'Inception' the way that he woke up from his dream this morning but it seems like this is another dream he hasn't been able to wake up from yet.

"This is exactly what I dreamt," Harry thought, though he must have said it aloud as Draco pulled back. A look of shock was there on Draco's face, but it was gone again. Harry thought he must have imagined it. Though, maybe he really is imagining everything. The genuine smile was back and Draco whispered to his ear, "Harry… Can I—"

"Harry!" A voice that suspiciously sounds like Ron's yelled. "There you are! We've been looking for you all morni— Malfoy," Ron came into view and narrowed his eyes at Draco.

Draco pulled away from Harry smoothly and said in an amused voice, "Good morning to you, too, Weasel. But I doubt nothing good is happening with you especially if you looked at yourself in the mirror this morning."

Ron flushed scarlet and made a move to grab Draco when a hand intercepted.

Draco nodded at the hand and muttered a 'thank you' to all the deities who sent that hand to protect him from the Weasel's dirt-filled touch… until his eyes found that the said hand is connected to Harry Potter's anatomy. Draco took the 'thank you' back quickly.

"Ron. He's not worth it," Harry said.

"Harry's right, Ron," Hermione piped up.

"Oooh, Granger. How lovely to see you this morning. Lovely in a way like my-entire-day-is-ruined-at-the-sight-of-you. But lovely, nevertheless," Draco smirked and nodded at the three of them and headed to the Slytherin table.

Hermione stared at Draco suspiciously and asked quietly, "Have any of you noticed that he did not insult Harry?"

"You want Harry to be insulted?" Ron asked incredulously.

"No, that's not what I meant.. but.. nevermind," Hermione said and walked to the Gryffindor table.

They fell in step beside Hermione and Harry can't help but agree that Hermione's right.

Draco's having a fairly pleasant day. Pansy and Theo have been getting along nicely, if not very. Goyle and Crabbe were looking forlornly at their plates, which are being filled by a smirking Blaise with vegetables and other green-looking things.

"Blaise," Crabbe whined, "Pansy dared us to go on a diet. Not be vegans."

Goyle nodded his head vehemently.

Blaise rolled his eyes and continued to put the vegetables on their plates when he spotted Draco.

"Draco, baby!" Blaise exclaimed, dropping the serving spoon, which Crabbe and Goyle quietly took to put away the veggies from their plates. Unfortunately, Pansy noticed.

"Na-ah, Goyle," Pansy smirked. "Won't do. Same to you, Crabbe."

Draco rolled his eyes and shoved Blaise away as the boy tried to hug Draco. "Don't overdo it, Blaise. You're almost as worse as Pansy."

Blaise grinned and said, "Wanna sit on my lap?"

Draco glared at Blaise indignantly. "No, Blaise. That's not part of the distraction."

Blaise pouted. "How about a morning kiss instead?"

Draco looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Harry looking at them intently. Draco smirked and drawled, "Sure, babe. Why not?"

Blaise smirked too and they crashed their lips together.

A few wolf whistles from their table ensued, and became scattered as a few students from other Houses joined in.

"Cut it out, lovebirds," Theo drawled. "Your cavity-inducing kiss isn't good for everybody this early in the morning."

Draco and Blaise broke apart, each breathing heavily. They sat down quietly beside each other.

"What's Potter's reaction?" Draco whispered to Blaise.

"Oh. I think that expression on his face is... seething jealousy." Blaise said, smirk evident in his voice. "And by the way, Draco love? You're a good kisser."

Draco grinned and said, "I know."

Blaise grinned too.

Harry was just beginning to decide that this day is his day when he saw Blaise suspiciously close to Draco. He tried to glare at them without his friends in Gryffindor noticing.

Harry should've know though, because as soon as he put his plan into action, Hermione asked, "Harry? What's wrong?"

Harry looked at her and sighed. "Nothing, 'Mione. I'm just distracted."

Hermione followed his gaze and saw Blaise and Draco talking. Then Blaise leaned over, a suggestive smirk on his lips. Maybe it's her imagination but Hermione could have sworn Draco looked their way. Then, Draco leaned closer to Blaise and they kissed. Wolf whistles followed and Hermione can't take her eyes off the couple.

"They're hot," Seamus voiced Hermione's thoughts loudly.

Harry, then and there, decided that this day is his worst one.

Ron, who was oblivious to it all, asked "What?" and they all ignored him. Ron shrugged and resumed eating.

Harry, meanwhile, was seething with unfound jealousy. How dare Blaise— and he realized with a jolt that Draco is gay. And he's kissing Zabini. And Zabini's gay. But that's not important.

"Draco Malfoy is gay," Harry's mind kept repeating. Then he heard shouted curses and terrible choking sounds, and Harry's gaze found Ron, coughing over his cereal.

"Arrgghh, my eyes!" Ron said in a horrified voice as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. "Someone obliviate me! I so did not want to see that. Have they got any morals?" Ron continued to mutter, "Slytherins."

Hermione sighed and said, "Admit it, Ron, it's hot." Harry could almost hear Hermione's teasing smile, but his eyes are still glued to the couple. Theo spoke and they abruptly broke apart, faces flushed and heavily breathing. Harry continued to stare.

Ron sputtered, "No way, he's Malfoy!" and there was a chorus of sighs around their table.

"And if he's not Malfoy, then it would be hot?" Hermione asked exasperatedly.

"Well…" Ron answered hesitantly. "Yeah."

"Get over it, Ron." Harry, then, could feel Hermione's gaze on him.

"Harry?" her tone was worried. Harry managed to tear his eyes from the couple as he looked at Hermione. "Are you sure everything's alright?"

Harry frowned a bit and said in a voice slightly above a whisper, "Yeah."

~~A/N: I might update slower this time, but I promise there will be a next chapter. Thank you for bearing with me and for reading this. As usual, any remarks will be very much appreciated. Have a nice day, dearies! Love lots!~~