Title: To sleep or not to sleep?
Summary: When Harry hears something in the corridors late at night, he is too excited to back to sleep. *wink wink*
Word count: 200
Warnings: Fluff & stuff.
Note: Happy birthday talekayler! *twirls you*
Harry turned over and shook off the latest dream that had been plaguing him. He couldn't get a moment's sleep without Draco's face in his dreams these last few weeks. He scratched his stomach lazily and looked over as the rest of his dormmates slept peacefully. At least the other 8th year Gryffindor boys were getting some rest.
Shrugging off his covers, he got out from bed and pulled on his invisibility cloak. He'd go down to the kitchens to see if Winky could make him something. Yawning, he shuffled about the castle, wishing he could just sleep—he was exhausted.
"I do not have a crush on Potter!"
Harry, startled by the familiar voice, turned and saw two half-naked boys at the end of the deserted corridor. Harry stared at them, heart racing. It was Draco, the star of his wet dreams, standing there, with his shirt off and hair mussed, staring at Zabini.
"Yeah?" Blaise snarled. "Then why did you just moan Harry?"
Harry shrank against the wall and watched Zabini storm away. Well, wasn't that perfect? Pulling off his cloak, Harry walked over to Draco's hunched form.
"You can always moan my name to me." Harry grinned.