Hogwarts high: the magic of love- chapter 1- arrival and acceptance

By: Furyfeather

Disclaimer (applies to all chapters): I don't own harry and co.

a/n: for the purpose of this fic, harry is one year younger than Draco and harry's parents are still alive. (Aunt and uncle are dead (yay!)) Anyways…

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How do you think it feels when your whole world comes crashing down upon you? When your whole life becomes twisted and distorted, warped and deranged? When your friends are taken from you forever? When you meet the love of your life? This is the story of my life, my love, and my despair.

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"Harry dear, we need to have a word with you." My mother was speaking to me but I wasn't listening. I was reading Gone With the Wind, an American novel. It was after dinner.

"You've had ten."

"Very funny Harry. Now seriously. Your letter of acceptance came."

"I didn't need to apply for Beauxbatons though." (A/N: is that how you spell it?)

"This is for Hogwarts High darling." What was going on? I've never even heard of it.

"Where's that?"

"America."

"WHAT!? AMERICA?!"

"Uh… yes Harry. It's a very nice boarding school. It starts September first. You'll go to Pennsylvania and then take the train."

"You do realize that you just ruined my life, right?"

"Now Harry,-"

"You know what? Fine. I'll go just so that I'll be farther away from you." I could see a tear beginning to form on my mother's cheek. Maybe that was too harsh. Oh well. She ruined my life and now I have to go to some lame-ass boarding school and relive "the saga of the geeky intelligent kid who will have no friends." That was my name at Oakridge: The-geek-who-lived.

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I could see the smoke from the old train. Newly painted yes, but still old. It must be some really spiffy school if it has its own train though, all red and shiny. My parents couldn't come to drop me off with my pet at the train… they had to go back to the UK because my dad had a business trip or something. I had a Burmese python, Sophie. I really wanted to be an ophiologist when I "grow up". They study snakes and stuff. It almost feels like I can talk to them, like they understand me. I climbed into the train and walked towards the last compartment. I am a junior in America, but I will be taking senior classes because I skipped a grade in the UK. It's ok though; I don't mind being with the seniors.

I should've known by the looks people were giving me that I had done something stupid by sitting in the last seat. That's too bad. I pulled out my favorite dictionary from my trunk and began learning new words. What fun! It was my new hobby.

"Who the hell are you?" I guess I had made someone angry. By sitting in this area I had invaded on some unwritten archaic law forbidding anyone but this beautiful blonde guy to sit here. Yes, I admit he was gorgeous; I'd even go so far as to say he was stunning and breathtaking. Yeah I'm gay. Got a problem with it?

"Harry potter. And you are?"

"Draco Malfoy. Why the hell are you in my seat?"

"Where's your name?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Is that and OED?!"(A/N: Oxford English Dictionary (it's humungous!!!))

"Nothing and yes."

"What?"

"Nothing is wrong with me and yes, this is an OED."

"What are you doing with an OED?" he had sat down now and I chuckled with introversion at the thought that my book had gotten him to sit down. MEHEHEHE!!!

"Reading."

"An OED?"

"Yup!"

"Oh. You can sit there if you want. You can call me Draco by the way. Everybody does. I only let special people call me Drake though. All the official documents call me Draconis."

"Ok Draco. Everybody calls me Harry. Including dumb papers." He laughed. God that laugh was sexy. What made him want to be my friend? Was it because of my accent? People have said it was hot before. Or maybe it was because I was new and he was friendly? Maybe I was better looking than last year? Polo had done me well, I know that.

"Desserts??" an old lady was walking by, pushing a trolley cart filled with food. I hadn't any money. My parents rich and everything but I needed what I had for other stuff. I had a whole budget planned out in my messenger bag.

"Are you getting anything Harry?"

"Er.. No. I don't really want anything. I'm not hungry I had a huge breakfast."

"It's almost dinner Harry, not lunch."

"um yeah. That's what I meant."

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(Draco's POV)

He was lying I could see it. The way his eyes moved away from mine and the fact that he fidgeted. It told me everything. I had good eyes. I needed them for basketball.

"I'll buy it all." Harry looked up sharply. He wasn't expecting that. I guess I kinda liked him. I had never believed in love at first sight until now. He was really pretty. In fact, if I was honest with myself, I would say he was really hot. Most of the school already knows I'm gay. They don't care. It's like a cool thing now. It's weird. But of course you have the haters and crap who try to kill you in your sleep. Well, maybe not that extreme.

"Thanks."

"What?" he had disrupted my thoughts. I didn't mind, it let me look at him more. I was falling in love with him more and more. I've only gotten this way before once. That was a major disaster, especially when he moved away. I was really sad. I became a little emo for a couple of months, and then I got over it like, instantly. I still have some scars on my wrist. I traced them and thought about what he might do if I told this new kid I like him. Probably would kill me.

"What are those from?" that freaked me out; I didn't know I had my arms out in plain view.

"I was sad." What the fuck was that answer?

"Breakup?" I nodded. "From who?"

"A guy named Blaise." He looked shocked. I mentally slapped my hand in my face. I pulled down my sleeve and turned away.

"Oh. I'm that way too."

"What?"

"Well you know… when a guy likes a guy…"

"Ok! I get it!" I started laughing. This was so cool. I didn't have to be freaked out about him knowing now… although I wish I had had more time to tell him.

"Wanna be friends?" I stuck out my hand and he shook it.

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