Goodnight Sweet Girl

Eight: All This and Nothing

January passed by in a blur and soon it was February with Valentine's day looming a week away and Dumbledore announcing a Valentine's day ball for fourth years and above. Dumbledore had made the announcement at dinner and Draco had nearly fallen out of his seat. He looked up to see Snape's reaction and noticed the scowl on the Potion Master's face.

Of course it was Harry that finally sent Draco tumbling out of his seat and onto his rear in front of the whole student body. After Dumbledore's announcement Harry leaned over until his breath was tickling Draco's ear, sending shivers up the blonde's spine, and asked in a breathless whisper, "Care to go to the ball with me?"

Draco's eyes had widened and he had pushed back from the table and landed in a heap on his delicate rear. Everyone in Great Hall turned to look at the commotion and Draco noticed the raised eyebrow and questioning expression of one Severus Snape. A faint flush colored his face and Harry was up in a moment offering his hand to help the girl, Draco Malfoy, up. She scowled, swatted his hand away, and stood on her own accord.

"Potter, if you ever startle me like that again expect to receive a certain part of your anatomy in one of Snape's specimen jars for your sodding birthday! Bloody prat! Out of my way!" Draco snapped, gave Harry a little shove, and then immediately left Great Hall.

The students watched in stunned silence, Snape was secretly amused, and Dumbledore's twinkle was brighter than ever.

Harry gathered what little dignity was left him, sat back on the bench, a faint rosy hue to his cheeks, and returned to eating his dinner. He could feel the eyes of everyone on him and sighed as he looked up and asked, "What?"

Seamus Finnigan took it upon himself to ask the question burning in the back of everyone's throat, "So, what did you say to her?"

Harry looked down at his plate and grumbled his answer. But no one understood him, and Seamus asked him to repeat what he said and Harry's head snapped up and he practically yelled, "All I did was ask her to the ball, all right?!"

Once again Great Hall was plunged into silence as Harry Potter's words rang in the air. Then a collective laugh replaced Harry's words and Harry tossed down his knife and fork and immediately left the laughter and Great Hall behind.

Hermione looked at Ron, trying to fight back the laughter and said, "I think that went well."

Ron just shook his head. "Mental."

Hermione reached out and swatted Ron on the back of the head and he looked up with a start. "Bloody hell! What was that for?"

Hermione glared at him, threw down her napkin, and then stormed out of Great Hall, leaving a bewildered Ron with his fork hanging halfway to his mouth. Seamus, Dean, and Neville looked at the red head curiously and Ron shook himself and then said, "Just leave off. I'd like to finish my dinner before I'm expected to storm off."

The three boys looked at each other and shared a grin as they glanced back at Ron who was pointedly ignoring them and finishing off his mince pie. Once Ron had effectively cleaned off his plate Dean piped up. "Who you taking to the ball?"

Ron glared at the boy and snapped, "Bloody hell! I was going for seconds and you made me lose my appetite!"

With that the redhead stormed off and left his fellow Gryffindors laughing in his wake. He was fuming by the time he reached the Gryffindor common room. He gave the room a quick glance over and noticed it was empty. He then headed up to the seventh year boy's dormitory and walked in. He noticed Harry lying on his back on his four-poster, his arm across his eyes, and his glasses on the bedside table.

"What happened Harry?" Ron asked.

Harry moved his arm back and turned his head to look at his best friend. "I wish I knew Ron. I thought..."

"What?"

"I thought he was ready. I mean after that kiss nothing has really happened between us, but I thought with the ball that maybe I had my chance. Merlin! What is wrong with me?"

Ron's eyes widened. "Harry, you're not..."

Harry turned sharp green eyes on his friend as he watched Ron swallow thickly before continuing, "In love with him are you?"

"And Hermione says you're thick."

Ron's eyes widened and he paled. "Bloody hell. I can understand being attracted to that body, I mean he makes a gorgeous woman, but to actually be in love with him! With the ferret face? Oi, and I thought girls were mental."

"Thanks, Ron," Harry replied sarcastically.

"Sorry mate, but we are talking about Malfoy!"

"Draco," Harry spoke in a breathless sigh.

"Have you gone nutters? It's Malfoy we're on about! Malfoy! The same sodding little prat that used to torment us! Take away the manhood and give him a killer woman's body, but it still doesn't change him!"

Harry smiled sheepishly. "I know Ron, but I think I might have loved him before this all happened. I mean you remember the first Quidditch game of the season when he fell?"

Ron shuddered. "Do you have to remind me? I'd rather not recall seeing my best male friend in the middle of a cold shower!"

The dark haired boy rolled his eyes. "Well, remember how he was unconscious? That night I snuck out and went to the hospital wing. I wanted to make sure he was all right. I pulled up a chair and sat by his bed the entire night. He never woke up."

"You w-w-what?!" Ron sputtered. "What made you stay?"

"He looked so peaceful lying there asleep. He had this dreamy smile on his face and his hair wasn't gelled for once and it looked so soft. I just wanted to look at him, I suppose. And then..." Harry paused and took a breath before continuing, "he called my name. I couldn't make myself leave after that. He was still asleep, but he'd called out my name."

The redhead looked at his friend incredulously. "Sometimes I don't get you, mate."

"I fell asleep at some point, though. Madame Pomfrey woke me up and sent me on my way. She gave me a bit of a scolding and told me that 'Mr. Malfoy' would be just fine. It must have been about five in the morning when I got back to bed."

Ron just stared at his friend as if seeing him for the first time. How was it that his best friend had fallen in love with there mutual rival? It was almost as impossible as Draco Malfoy being a girl, but the impossible was happening a lot lately...

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Draco was lying face down on his bed when he heard the door of the room open. He groaned and then said, "Harry, if that is you, go away!"

Hermione cleared her throat and Draco finally turned his head to look at the door and saw the girl standing in the doorway. He noticed the faint smile on the girl's lips as she carefully approached the four-poster that held the unpredictable feminine presence of Draco Malfoy.

"What do you want?" Draco snapped.

"Did Harry really ask you to the ball?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you leave like that? A simple yes or no would have been enough."

"How can I go to a ball," Draco sneered in disgust as he rolled over, sat up, and looked down at his female body in contempt. "Looking like this?"

"How can you not? You're gorgeous, and we've a week to find a gown or robes suitable enough for the occasion. You and Harry would look wonderful going together, and it's amazing that he managed to ask you. Usually he get's so tongue tied around girls," Hermione replied.

Draco smirked. "But I'm not really a girl am I? Not on the inside. I only have the body of a girl. Dammit! Who, in bloody hell, gave me this stone?!"

Draco grabbed the stone that hung at his throat. He gave the stone a jerk, breaking the chain, and tossed it across the room. Hermione watched the blonde with interest, and then a soft bluish glow came from the corner where the stone landed. Suddenly a young man that looked astonishingly like the blonde girl on the bed appeared, and Hermione's mouth fell opened as she realized with a shock that the boy was Draco Malfoy.

The boy walked toward the blonde girl and placed a hand on the blonde's trembling shoulder. She looked up with a start, her mouth gaping. She quickly regained her composure and then asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Why do you regret your gift? You have every thing you wanted right at your fingertips," he spoke gently.

The girl looked up with fire burning in her silver eyes. "All this and nothing! What do I have? All I have is this bloody body! I'm still me inside! How could anyone want that? Want me? It's all in my reach, but it can all be taken away from me! I thought you were supposed to make this easier! That was my wish! For freedom, for an easier way to live!"

The boy smirked down at the girl, and Hermione felt her gut clench at the sight of that smirk on it's male counterpart, how often had she seen that smirk on that beautiful male face?

"Draco, I never said it would be easier. Life is never easy. You have your freedom and you can have your heart. Why do you push it away?" the boy asked.

"And why would a reflection care so much?" Draco snarled.

The reflection raised an eyebrow and let out a snort. "I am more than your reflection. I am your guide. I have been leading you to the other half of your soul. You are the darkness, he is the light. You need both halves to be whole, and so does he. You don't have to let him win to give in. Just let go, and see where it takes you. You may be pleasantly surprised. And Granger, close your mouth, unless you intention is catching flies."

Draco's back suddenly went rigid as he realized Hermione was in the room. He felt his hand being taken by his reflection, and then felt his hand being closed around something. Then the reflection's voice, Draco's old voice filled the room, "Good luck young Draco, for you are meant to know the darkness and the light, as very few ever do. So privileged you are, my young friend."

Draco turned around quickly, but his reflection was gone. He looked down at the feminine hand, closed in a fist, and then he slowly opened up his hand. His eyes widened as he stared down at the milky blue moonstone, clutched in the silver talon, and he noticed the chain was still intact. He swallowed thickly and then slipped the delicate chain about his neck, fastened the clasp, and let out a breath, he hadn't realized he'd been holding, when the stone rested comfortably, once again, at the base of his throat.

He then turned to Hermione and that old smirk played across feminine lips. "It looks as though I shall be attending that ball after all."

Hermione could only nod. She was still in shock at encountering Draco's reflection first hand.

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That weekend was a Hogsmeade weekend in honor of the ball. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco ended up going into Hogsmeaded together. Their first stop was at the Three Broomsticks for a serving of butterbeer, and then the boys headed toward Zonko's joke shop and Draco and Hermione entered a robe shop. They looked around and found a few they liked, but none that really caught their eyes. Draco left the shop feeling a bit forlorn. The ball was tonight and still he had no idea what he was going to wear. He'd relented to being Harry's "date" much to Harry's utter and complete shock, and being the Malfoy that he was, he wanted to look stunning, and had to find the perfect gown or robes that showed off his amazing female physique.

Eventually Hermione and Draco met back up with the boys and together they walked back to Hogwarts. Hermione noticing how Draco kept sighing. Hermione let a small smile grace her lips, as she wondered how Draco would take the surprise that she had waiting for him in her wardrobe...

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Hermione knocked on the bathroom door and got an answer, "What? I don't know why you insisted on me getting ready when I have absolutely nothing to wear, and we only have fifteen minutes to be downstairs! I should never have let you talk me into this!"

"I have something for you if you would only open the door!" Hermione snapped. Curious, Draco opened the door and a crack and peaked out, and then he noticed the white silk she held.

"What is this?"

"A present from me to you and Harry," Hermione said with a smile.

Draco looked from her to the gown and then took it from her. He held it up and gave it a once over and couldn't help the smile on his face. It was simple, elegant, but simple. The gown left his shoulders covered and his arms bare, and fell down his body in a cool shiver, the silk clinging to the lush curves of breasts, and tapered at the waist, and the skirt trailed from the waist until the hem swished against the marble floor of the bathroom, and then Draco noticed the two slits of the gown that ran all the way up to mid thigh.

Draco looked at the reflection appreciatively and saw the beautiful girl with platinum hair and silvery eyes, dressed in the silk gown. His hair flowed down his back and the only make up he wore was a bit of gloss and black eyeliner. He stepped out of the bathroom and saw Hermione in an elegant gown of a pale rose colored hue that made her appear faitly flushed. Her hair was pulled up in elegant curls and waves, and she looked lovely. Draco smiled and noticed how Hermione was looking at him in the dress.

"Oh, goddess! You are going to be mobbed!" the dark haired girl said with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"I'm sure that Saint Potter will protect me," Draco said with a smirk and then added, "Or die trying."

Hermione rolled her eyes and then handed Draco a pair of soles with two thin white leather strips attached to them. He looked from what he supposed were shoes to Hermione. She shook her head, told him to sit down, and then she knelt down and after a few moments of crisscrossing the leather strips up to midcalf of Draco's legs she had the sandals tied, and had to admit that the Greek sandal look worked for the blonde. Draco's delicate feminine feet looked beautiful in the sandals.

Then Hermione's eyes widened and she felt the need to warn Draco. "While wearing these shoes, under no cirmstance..."

Draco finished for her, "should I dance with Longbottom."

Hermione giggled at the thought and a platinum eyebrow rose in her direction. "Oh, you act as though all the boys will want to dance with me. If I am the catch that you say I am, I highly doubt that Potter would relinquish my prescence to anyone else."

"Deep within that lovely Gryffindor body lies the arrogant soul of a Slytherin," Hermione said with a wistful sigh.

Draco smirked. "And don't you forget it!"

Once the two of them were ready to leave, Hermione had to slip into her pale rose colored slippers, the two left the room and descended the stairs into the common room together to meet their dates who awaited them at the foot of the stairs. A collective gasp sounded throughout the common room as they descended and then the two boys, in dress robes, awaiting the arrival of their dates turned to look at the stairs. Ron's paled as he took in the faint flushed sight of Hermione, and Harry's eyes widened and his mouth fell open at the sight of Draco, the girl, in the white gown, long milky supple legs peaking out of the slits on either side of the gown, the silk clinging to every curve and crevice of the blonde, and long platinum hair flowing down the girl's back and swishing back and forth against the girl's tapered waist that was curving deliciously, hypnotically like a cobra's dance, with every step the girl, Draco, took.

"An open mouth is most unbecoming of you, Mr. Potter. If it weren't for my close acquaintance to Ms. Granger I would request that Mr. Weasley escort me to the ball, considering your current expression," Draco spoke, and his words hung thick and succulent, as a love spell, in the air.

Harry quickly closed his mouth and offered his arm to Draco, who took it with a smirk. Ron and Hermione left Gryffindor tower first, followed by Harry and 'Diana' and much speculation of the third, second, and first year Gryffindors who were left in the Gryffindor common room.

The two couples reached the entrance of Gryffindor tower. Ron looked down at Hermione a smile glowing on his face, and Harry took Draco's hand and brought it to his lips. Draco looked up at Harry, silvery eyes trying to figure out what was going on behind those glasses and bewildering green eyes.

The two couples entered Great Hall together and there was many a collected gasp at the sight of Harry and 'Diana', even Severus' eyes widened in shock at Draco's appearance.

"Bloody hell! What is the boy thinking! Wearing something like that? He is going to be mobbed for certain! Potter is up for a fight to keep his date," Severus muttered to himself.

"What was that?" Professor McGonagall said from beside him.

When had the woman took to standing there? How long had she been there? He looked down the bridge of his nose at her and sneered. "Nothing, just wondering why Albus insists that I attend these little functions."

Ron managed to drag Hermione over to where refreshments were being served, leaving Harry alone with Draco. Harry swallowed thickly, unsure of how to proceed or even what to say. When had he ever been so speechless before. Then a slight moan escaped his lips as he felt delicate fingers curl in his hair at the nape of his neck, fingertips drawing soft circles into his skull. His breathing quickened and then he turned to Draco, unsure of what to read in the glittery dark silver eyes.

Draco looked up at Harry, taking a deep breath and sighing with a shake of his head. "I honestly believe that you tried to make an effort with your unruly hair. Actually I suppose I like it better this way. Wild and natural... Free."

"Right," Harry said and closed his eyes, feeling utterly stupid and then he shook himself and looked back down at his stunning date. "Care to dance?"

Draco gave him a skeptical look and then said, "Just avoid my toes and let me know if the count gets to complicated, so I can take over the lead."

A waltz filled Great Hall, the source unknown. The music was haunting and ethreal, Draco smiled, recognizing the compelling musical notes of Mozart's "Green Sleeves". Harry placed one hand around Draco's waist, and Draco placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, and then Harry took Draco's free hand in his own, mirroring the perfect stance of an elegant, formal, and old fashioned waltz, but as they glided about the room in steps of twos and threes their positions became less formal and more intimate as they were drawn helplessly closer, until Draco's head was leaning against Harry's chest. And then Draco began to speak, his voice soft, ethreal and crystaline like the music, blending a strange spell:

"Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath stell'd

Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;

My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,

And perspective it is best painter's art.

For through the painter must you see his skill,

To find where your true image pictur'd lies,

Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,

That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.

Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:

Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me

Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun

Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;

Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,

They draw but what they see, know not the heart."

Harry gave Draco a strange contemplating look, and noticed the faint flush on the girl's cheeks as silver-gray eyes looked up at him, trying to read a reaction on his face, and those same silver-gray eyes widened in shock, probably in fear of revealing too much.

The music faded and was gone, and Draco tried to break from Harry's embrace, but the dark haired boy was not letting go so easily. Draco began to struggle and wiggle, but Harry's arms were firm as green eyes locked with silver.

"What are you trying tell me?" Harry asked.

The girl in his arms looked away. "I have been obsessed for too long. Let me go, Harry, please."

Harry tried to reach for the perfectly angled chin to turn that beautiful face back to him, but Draco took that opportunity to push out of the embrace and run from Great Hall. Harry stood stunned for a moment and looked around, noticing the bewildered stares he received from the students and was chilled by the withering glare from the Potions Master. Harry gritted his teeth and balled up his fists in resolution. He was going to end this game tonight. He stormed out of Great Hall, to go after Draco. He didn't have far to go. He heard the panting from the direction of the stairway. And sure enough once he rounded the corner, there sat Draco on the third, his right leg showing up to his thigh from the slit in the white gown.

Harry sighed and then took a seat on the second step stretching out in much the same position as Draco and then looked at the slender form of the beautiful girl that had once been the boy that had been his worst school rival.

Draco refused to meet Harry's eyes.

Harry let out a melodramatic sigh and then reached for the slender delicate hand of the girl and to his surprise she let him hold it. He then began to rub small circles into the delicate palm, relishing the feel of the soft warm skin against his tough and calloused fingers.

"Why do you insist on fighting me? Only a few weeks ago you were teasing me and leading me on, and now you avoid me like I'm some sort of plague. What makes you so hot and cold?" He asked.

Silver eyes snapped up at that comment. "How dare you Potter. Up until I started being 'hot and cold' as you put it, I hadn't thought everything through. I didn't know what it was to be a woman until..."

"That day I brought you to the infirmary," Harry finished.

"Exactly," Draco spat. "I have so many things going on in my head and that is without mentioning the adjusting to this new body and the constant onslaught of feelings and heat in waves. After the change I never thought of the possibility of children until I found out that I was indeed a woman, exceptionally fertile, and this is permanent. And it seems as though some fluctuating hormone insists that I reveal my inner most secrets and fears with you, of all people, Potter. I'm tired, and yes, I'm scared. Well, go on," Draco said with a flurry of shooing gestures. "I'm sure Weasel will want to hear how Malfoy finally admitted he was scared of something. Are you satisfied Potter? Or do you enjoy watching me sink further and further? I thought it could get no worse after being sorted into Gryffindor, and low and behold it was all down hill from there. So tell me Potter, is this good enough for you? Have I fallen apart sufficiently to satisfy you?"

"What are you on about?" Harry snapped.

"Oh come off of that damn pedastal of yours! I was leaning on you while we were dancing and spouting a Shakespearian sonnet! You must be enjoying this humiliation on my part. Is that why you asked to escort me to this most esteemed of school events?"

"You were reciting Shakespeare?" Harry asked in bewilderment and couldn't help the smile that curved his lips.

"Ha, bloody ha, Potter! Just leave off and go back to the bloody dance. I'm sure there are plenty of girl's and perhaps a few boys that will dote upon you with their hero worship of your person. Now leave me alone!" With that Draco snatched back his hand from Harry's and crossed his arms over his chest, or rather allowed his arms to rest against the sizable cleavage of his breasts.

"Will you stop and listen to yourself? You aren't making any sense. And maybe it isn't a bad thing that you can have children. Perhaps you might someday make a good mother." A look of horror passed over Harry's face as he realized what he just said. "Even if you are a Malfoy. Oh, Merlin, did I just say that? Look, Draco, this is complicated and I don't know anymore about what's happening to you than I know what's happening to myself. But we don't have to think about that tonight. We can just go back into that ballroom and dance and talk and make a night of it. I promise, no uninvited touching or kissing for that matter. Or we can go back to Gryffindor tower and sort through this mess, but I am not leaving you to your own devices, because you are acting completely mental and I do not trust you in this state of mind."

"Stop trying to be my hero. I don't even admire you, you ruddy, arrogant prick."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You don't have to, but if you don't make up your mind soon, I am picking you up and carrying you all the way up to Hermione's room, rumors and gossip queens be damned. And don't think I won't stun you to keep you from kicking and screaming on the way up."

Draco sent an icy glare his way and Harry had to smile at the fierce and familiar light in those angry silver-gray eyes. "Very well, Harry, let's return to the ball. Just promise that you will act possessive enough so that no one gets any ideas of cutting in!"

"Fair enough," Harry replied and then grinned at the idea of someone wanting to cut in and dance with the temperamental head case that was Draco Malfoy trapped in a female body, although he had to admit, she was stunning enough for many to overlook the temperament for a short time...

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Snape had noticed the interaction between Draco and Potter on the dance floor and had to admit that he was rather troubled by the sight, especially when Draco stormed off and Potter followed in a fury a few moments later. Something was undoubtably going on and it reeked with the scent of Potter.

Snape discretely left the festivities and it didn't take long for him to catch up with Potter, who was sitting on the stairs leading up to Gryffindor tower, and Draco was on the step above Potter. Snape watched from the shadows and listened to what the two were saying.

He noticed that Draco was saying too much, revealing too much of himself, and had he admitted to reciting Shakespeare to Potter? Was it possible that Draco Malfoy was in love with the the most esteemed Harry Potter?

Snape shook himself and stepped further into the shadows when he realized the couple were going to return to the ball. Something strange indeed was afoot at Hogwarts, and it had all been instigated by a meddling old headmaster. Snape shook his head and wondered what else could possibly go wrong. His godson had become his goddaughter, and the poor boy trapped in a girl's body was suffering all of a woman's maladies, and was able to reproduce.

Severus vowed then and there, that if Potter forced his intentions on Draco, there would be hell to pay, and Potter would never be able to procreate again, from that point onward.

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Many faces turned toward the double doors as Harry and 'Diana' made their reentrance. Harry took Draco's elbow and led him to the table where Hermione and Ron were sitting, every now and then Hermione sent a glare Ron's way, but Ron was completely oblivious as he stuffed his face with finger sandwiches.

Hermione looked up as Harry and Draco approached and her eyebrows rose questioningly, wondering what had led to the two of them stalking off in the wake of what looked like a heated moment.

"Is everything all right?" she asked.

"Fine," Draco replied tersly and then took the seat next to her, because he had no desire to sit so close to Weasley. Harry obliged the seating arrangement, taking the chair between Draco and Ron.

Hermione looked from Draco to Harry and shook her head. "What is it between you two? Get over it all ready. Either kill each other or go shag your brains out, but get it out of your systems!"

Ron choked on his sandwiched and Harry paled while his mouth fell open at Hermione's suggestion, neither believing what their ears had picked up. Had Hermione just said something about Harry and Draco shagging?

Draco just sent an icy glare in Hermione's direction.

"I rather prefer being a frigid bitch than Potter's knocked-up girlfriend," Draco replied with a sneer.

"Oh, honestly! There are such things as Contraceptus potions, and you are one of Snape's top ranking students. And don't give me that look!" Hermione snapped impatiently.

"Will the two of you please stop discussing the future of my sex life or lack there of, at least while I'm at the bloody table?" Harry hissed.

Ron looked at Harry, his countenance positively green. "I'm in complete agreement with Harry on this. Now if you'll excuse me I need to find a privy so that I can go wretch up those wonderful sandwiches, entirely defeating the purpose of eating them in the first place."

With that Ron clutched his stomach and ran off in search of a bathroom.

Harry noticed the raised platinum eyebrow and steeled himself for what was undoubtably to come. "Lack there of, Potter? You mean after all these years of your adoring fanfair you still remain chaste? Well, well, wonders never cease. No wonder you are so delicate in my presence. At least that would explain the nervousness."

"Excuse me! But I'm not that chaste, I'll have you know," Harry snapped and then his cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Draco's eyebrows rose as if to say "oh" and then the blonde spoke, "Then, please, enlighten me with your worldly experience."

"That is none of your business and out of respect for her I will not tell you the details of that encounter, only that I was thoroughly educated in the subject," Harry answered a bit defensively.

"I'll believe that when I see it. You positively ooze virgin hormones. You get so nervous in my prescence that it's ridiculous. Now stop bragging about wet dreams and imaginary encounters. I'd rather not know about your fantasies unless..."

"Unless what?" Harry asked nervously and his hand went to his collar as he tugged on it, feeling a bit warm.

"None of these little fantasies would involve me or... Certain enchantments?" Draco teased with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Color again warmed Harry's cheeks and Hermione's mouth fell open as she realized what Draco was implying. She then quickly closed her mouth and covered it with her hand in shock. How had she initiated this conversation?

"Bloody hell! Are you trying to chase me away?" Harry snapped impatiently and ran a shaky hand through his already messy black hair.

"Potter, there is so much to sex, that I doubt you even know the half of it." Draco moved his chair closer to Harry's and then he leaned over, blew on Harry's ear and then gently nipped at the dark haired boy's ear lobe. Harry squirmed and his hands gripped the table as he felt Draco's hand trail down his chest, and took a detour to rest on his thigh. Harry's breath came in labored bursts and his heart beat quickened.

"You see, sex is touch and sensation," Draco said, his words tiny whisps slipping into Harry's ear, and Harry couldn't help it as his tongue ran over his lips. Draco smiled at the reaction he was eliciting from the boy. "It is all this and nothing."

And with that Draco withdrew and left Harry gasping in his chair, obviously frustrated. Hermione had watched the exchange with wide eyes, and she hadn't been the only one. Black eyes, belonging to a certain Potions Master, had been riveted by the action as well, and they wanted to know what exactly was going on between Potter and Draco...

Harry took in several deep breaths and then his shaky hand reached out and grabbed Ron's glass of punch. He brought the glass to his lips and drained it in three quick gulps. He tried to slow his breathing and heart rate and once he regained his composure he felt eyes on him. He looked up and his eyes locked with that of the Potions Master, and icy fear took care of the rest of his problem.