Harry resumed his seat just as the door closed to the classroom and sat up straight. Being in Slytherin had taught him a number of things - tact, how to present himself and not simply running his mouth at the drop of a hat. So when Professor Snape brought up his nightmares, he simply tilted his head just a little.

"I planned on coming to you tonight after dinner, Sir."

Which was the truth and mostly because of Draco's urging. He had been getting tired of hearing Harry wake up in the middle of the night.

"They're about Voldemort, naturally."

Naturally.

He wasn't proud of these 'nightmares', or what ever you want call them but ever since Voldemort's return, they had increased in volume. Especially when he was angry or happy.

"I thought that you may have a bottle of Dreamless Sleep you may give to me."