It was going to be the same again. Him sitting too close at Potions. Leaning it too far. Brushing his hand as if by accident. Hissing something vaguely insulting when spoken to. Harry sighed. Draco Malfoy had some issues. Warning: some good old fashioned mature content.

Floating between a dream state and a formation that somewhat seemed to be reality, he grinned, or at least tried to: this was obviously one more in the line of his dreams about Chang. A mental picture, a pie in the sky. Curious of what would happen in this one, he relaxed and leaned back to enjoy the show. Warning: Content not suitable for minors.