Not Your Average Slytherin

Chapter 3

Harry was not prepared at all for these feelings. He was fast asleep, dreams taking over his mind. His dreams though? They were about Draco.
Draco was in Harry's dorm room. They were studying in his bed and messing around as usual.
"Harry, how the hell did you even get into Hogwarts? Honestly, you know nothing." He said, though they were both smiling.
"I don't know, I think it might have something to do with the fact that I survived Voldemort. I think maybe that makes you a pretty great wizard." He said with a grin.
Draco scoffed. "Right. Okay." He said before leaning into Harry.
Honestly, Harry couldn't help but notice how close they were. Maybe he should move away? But he didn't. He didn't mind the close proximity.
"Harry, I think they just invited you because they needed some hot rebel." Draco said with a smirk, though he was now looking at his books.
Harry smiled at that. "Oh yeah? And why'd they invite you? Because they needed an ugly blonde?" He shot back. Draco shoved him, laughing and harry shoved him in return. They began to roughhouse and soon enough, Draco pulled him onto the floor. Harry was on top of Draco and now they were way too close for comfort. They both just starred at each other as they tried to recover from the fall.
Harry couldn't help but blush. Why was this happening? Why was his heart racing? He was about to pull away, to climb off of Draco so that they could both go back to studying but the blonde quickly kissed him.
The kiss, while urgent, was soft and quite gentle. But as fast as it began, it stopped. And then Harry woke up, gasping.
"What is going on...?" He whispered out to himself. What the hell was that dream? Harry's routine was normal after that, but the thoughts still lingered. He and Ron were debating over what size thong Professor Snape would wear when Hermione approached.
"You two are immature and disgustingly wrong.," she said as she grabbed herself some breakfast. "Besides, I think the colour is the most important part of all of this."
That caused her and Ron to get into an argument that Harry wasn't even sure he wanted to participate in. He felt something hit his head and turns to see Malfoy at his table. He gave Harry a grin but Harry just glared in return. So much for that.
Harry turned back to his friends but he wasn't even listening to them anymore. Since when did Draco think it was okay to be in his dreams? No one invited him. And Harry didn't need this right now. Now he was wondering why he had a dream about kissing Malfoy. Or why it was a dream and not a nightmare. People have weird dreams. It doesn't mean anything.
"Harry, don't you think it'd be black?" Ron said, pulling Harry out of his thoughts.
"Does wearing a thong even matter? I mean.. it's not that big a deal. Maybe he wears a thong. Maybe he dreams about kissing his sworn enemy. It's not weird." He said, which earned him weird looks around.
Hermione dropped the debate, for now, at least. "Harry, are you feeling alright?" She asked.
Harry frowned. "What? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just saying, if he wears a thong, who cares?"
Ron frowned too. "I care. I definitely care." He said.
Harry got up, shoving his plate aside. He wasn't hungry anymore. "I'll see you later, okay?" He said, quickly storming out of the dining hall. Besides Hermione and Ron, another pair of eyes watched him with concern.