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Sleep-Talking Confessions (Part 2)

The next morning, Harry woke up feeling groggy and disoriented, his mind still foggy from the events of the night before. He lay in bed for a moment, blinking up at the ceiling, before the memory of Draco's sleep-talking hit him like a Bludger to the chest.

Draco had been dreaming about him.

The realization made Harry's heart race all over again, his stomach twisting into knots. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to face Draco now, not after hearing what he'd heard last night. He glanced across the room to Draco's bed, where the Slytherin was still asleep, his face peaceful, completely unaware of the chaos he'd unintentionally caused.

Harry rubbed his hands over his face, trying to shake off the lingering embarrassment. He needed to pull himself together before Draco woke up. He couldn't let on that he knew-how could he? What would he even say? Hey Draco, by the way, I heard you moaning my name in your sleep last night.

Yeah, right. That'll go over well.

As quietly as he could, Harry slipped out of bed, hoping to make a quick escape before Draco stirred. He threw on his robes, grabbed his wand, and was just about to slip out of the room when he heard the unmistakable sound of Draco's voice behind him.

"Potter?"

Harry froze, his hand still on the doorknob. He closed his eyes, willing himself to stay calm, before turning around slowly to face Draco.

"Yeah?" Harry said, trying to sound casual, but his voice came out higher than he intended.

Draco was sitting up in bed, his hair tousled from sleep, his silver eyes still half-lidded as he blinked at Harry. "Where are you going so early?" Draco asked, his voice low and groggy.

"Uh, just... going to get breakfast," Harry lied, shifting awkwardly on his feet. "Didn't want to wake you."

Draco raised an eyebrow, still looking groggy but clearly not buying Harry's excuse. "Since when do you sneak out like that?"

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but his mind was blank. He couldn't very well tell Draco the real reason he was practically fleeing the room.

"Just... felt like getting a head start," Harry mumbled, avoiding Draco's gaze. "No big deal."

Draco stared at him for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before shrugging and flopping back down onto his pillow. "Whatever," he muttered, turning onto his side. "Save me a spot at the table, then."

Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and quickly left the room, his heart still racing as he made his way down to the Great Hall. He needed space-time to process what had happened. But as he walked through the empty corridors, all he could think about was Draco. Specifically, the way Draco had sounded last night, breathless and vulnerable, saying his name like it meant something more than just the usual back-and-forth banter they shared.

What if Draco really does have feelings for me? Harry's mind spun with the possibility, and with it came an uncomfortable realization: the idea didn't freak him out as much as it probably should have.

In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't help but remember the small moments-the lingering glances, the subtle shifts in their interactions over the past few months. They'd gone from rivals to reluctant roommates, and somewhere along the way, something had changed. Harry had started noticing things about Draco he hadn't before-the way his hair fell into his eyes when he was focused, the quiet confidence he exuded when he wasn't trying so hard to be aloof.

Harry had always brushed it off, telling himself it didn't mean anything. But now, after last night, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

By the time breakfast rolled around, Harry had worked himself into a state of nervous tension. He sat at the Gryffindor table, picking at his food, his mind still on Draco. He glanced over at the Slytherin table, but Draco hadn't shown up yet. Part of Harry was relieved-he wasn't sure he was ready to face Draco yet. Not when his mind was still a mess of confusion and... something else. Something he wasn't quite ready to name.