A/N:

Hello! I do understand that nobody likes commercials and authors intros aren't much better, but i just wanna say a few smidgidity things. First off, this is my first fic in half a year pants im so outta shape! I wrote alot of YuGiOh ficcys but this is my first 'posted' HP fic. I hate it when authors say its their first fic, cause then im so rough on them... but im telling you because... well... its 1 AM and im lonely... and well... my cats ignoring me so i can't talk to her. So yeah. Be nice? Anyway onto my second point... eh... OH well you see, in this chapter i am not really getting into the main plot, cause i hate it when draco/harry fics just start out with them madly in love with each other but in massive denial. Cause thatsquite unrealistic. So i decided to have a bit of sex-iconness, a pinch of denial, and 'as the fairy godmother says...' a hint of lust. Oh goodies, i love that word. Alright! On with le fic! Oh, and let me introduce my nearly-there duck named Cracker. No, that is not a ratial slur, he is just nuts.

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Draco sighed as his mother continued to drone on about reincarnation, kindred spirits, and reading deeply into ones subconscious thoughts. As she paused to bring air into her lungs, he saw his escape.

"FASCINATING!" He shouted at her excitedly, a mere two inches from her face, "I'll go make us some tea!"

And with that he made a mad dash for the door, and from there proceeded to the front door.

"Oh thank you, you're such a dear." his mother smiled appreciatively. Patting her damp forehead.

Draco paused, guilt settling into his stomach heavily. He grabbed a maid walking by and fiercely whispered, "Lady Grey tea for mum, got it!" he was practically spitting into the poor girls face. She nodded her head with the speed of a bobble head on crack as the blood drained from her freckled face. She started to shuffle away when he pulled her near him again,

"And tell her I had to run to Diagon Alley for a quick headache potion."

She nodded, bowed, and made her way to the kitchen. Draco heaved a sigh of relief and made his way to the door, opening it slowly as possible, making sure not to alert his mother of his departure.

DIAGON ALLEY

Pausing to admire himself in a store window, Draco stumbled upon his least favorite people in the universe: The Heavenly Trio. Now lets pause this wonderful story to give an introduction to the new characters. The First of the Heavenly Trio, Hermione I-Shall-Achieve-More-Than-Thee Granger, was a tall, somewhat slender female with long voluminous waves of redish brown. Her companion to her left had flaming red hair that you could easily compare to BoBo The Clowns very own poofs. The redhead was easily 6'2'' and towered over the other two, his name was Ronald "Weasel" Weasly. Draco didn't like him at all, even tormenting said red head was a pain. And last but not least was The Golden Boy, born into opportunity (a.k.a. killing he who shall not be spoken of for blatantly obvious reasons…), with jet-black hair (which never fell into place, of course), piercing green eyes, a complexion that a pubescent girl would give her life for, and of course… the scar. Now the only thing Harry Potter (Golden Boy) had going for him, was that scar, if not for that then nobody would recognize him as the Boy Who Should Have Taken It Like A Man And Died.

Draco The Raconteur paused in mid thought, as to why Golden Boy's description was longer than the rests, but decided that it was dangerous territory and continued on with the story.

"Aw, shite." said Weasly under his breath, giving Draco (the oh-so-innocent) a "look".

"Oh look, the Golden Boy is taking his pets out for a walk!" Draco exclaimed with false delightfulness. The redhead fumed so hotly that the snow beneath his feet began to melt.

"Cut the shit, Malfoy." said Potter hotly. "You don't own the bloody street so let us go on our way without your lame excuse of an argument keeping us." He ended the comeback with a fierce glare. Draco was caught off guard for a moment.

"Mighty words coming from Thee Who Broods Silently," the blonde smirked, but before the other could reply Draco added quickly, "But you never know what to expect when you're dealing with a brash and ignorant fool such as a Gryffindor." And with that he left the seething teens behind him. He knew in his mind what he was doing was not right, but then again it was fun and rewarding, so who gives a flying Fred and George.

Soon they would be going back to Hogwarts, so if he had let them get away without a jibe they might get their hopes up again about being friends, so of course he would have had to be even more harsh. So in reality he was doing them a favor and saving them the humiliation that they would feel if he hadn't. He smiled contentedly. Oh look, that conscious thingy is gone again…

BACK TO HOGWARTS (1 Week Later)

"OH MOVE ALREADY!" Draco nearly screamed with impatience as the masses of students blocked the entrance to school. He threw himself roughly into the crowd, shoving people aside to get to the entrance hall. At times like this he was really starting to miss Crabbe and Goyle. Where were they anyway?

"Where's the fire, Malfoy?" came a haughty sound from behind him. He recognized that octave of annoyingness. He turned to see "them" again, the Know It All with her arms crossed proudly in front of her.

"Oh shove it, Mudblood!" Oh dear. Hasn't he learned yet? Don't say that. Not a smart thing to say next to two quite intimidating Gryffindors (Ron just isn't that scary…). Oh damn. Here it comes. Draco braced himself for the punch but it never came.

"Oh come now Malfoy, haven't you grown up?" sighed the brownish redish fluff connected to a Hogwarts Uniform. Draco had turned away after realizing he wasn't going to get beaten to a pulp by the Heavenly Trio, returning once again to the task ahead of him: entering the Dining Hall before he dies. The food cart lady had purposely skipped his compartment on the train, for reasons unknown, and had Draco had enough energy, he would have found out the reason. But from lack of sugar, he became a blob on the compartment cushions until arriving at Hogwarts. He heard a calm voice break through the desperate chatter of hungry students

"I am sorry to inform you that an Elvin Flu has been going round the country and our dear cooks have caught it. Dinner has been canceled so I hope you all had your fill of Chocolate Frogs on the train!" The twinkly-eyed headmaster smiled at them. Draco passed out promptly.

SOMETIME LATER (In Le Infirmary)

"Draco…"

A voice. What a pretty voice. I wonder what she looks like. I bet she is a soft blonde like the muggle angel. Or maybe she is an angel! Am I dead?

"Draco"

Hold it. Something is not right. I can hear male post-pubescent tones in that angelic voice.

"Draco!"

"MpphARF!" Draco exclaimed groggily. Potter heaved a sigh of relief.

"He woke up, Madame Pomphrey!" The taller teen shouted to the nurse. She tut-tutted herself over to the bed. Checking Draco's temperature and mental state.

"Now tell me what you see," she asked holding up an inkblot strangely resembling Hulk Hogan

"Cheeseburger!" Draco cried happily. The nurse nodded her head and wrote something down on the pad in her lap.

"And this one?" she held up another

"POPEYES!" Potter took a quick glance at the picture, it was a picture taken of a small gray kitten. Madame Pomphrey held up one last picture, a beach ball, and Draco sighed happily

"Mother's Plum Pudding…" His eyes shut and he licked his lips. The gray haired woman smiled and tutted again, standing up straight she walked over to her potions cabinet and took out a bottle and a packet of strange ingredients.

"What's wrong with him, Madame?" Potter asked.

"Isn't it obvious, you twit, he is hungry!" she shook her head, as if clearing away any stupidity with the ability to be passed on.

She handed the delirious blonde a package of crackers and tonic water.

"He might be a bit… as you say… 'out of whack' for a while but once he gets a good nights sleep, he will be as good as new!" She smiled brightly.

"Out…. of…. whack?" asked Harry cautiously. Madame Pomphrey shrugged and made her way to another patient.

"Alright Malfoy, up on your feet." Potter said with a bored expression. Draco turned to look at the jet-black topped teen and smiled

"Why Hh-harry, you look impossibly del-luscious!" He hiccupped and leaned towards Harry.

"AHH!"

Harry bolted towards the door but before he could reach the handle a shrill shout reached his ears

"Mr. Potter! Get back here this INSTANT!" when he reached the mediwitch she smoothed her skirts and resumed her smile "I need you to escort our dear Malfoy to Slytherin Chambers, they are in the Dungeons. Just take the first two lefts past Snape's classroom and let the painting know to notify Draco's classmates to let him in." She smiled again and went on her merry way. Harry sighed and decided it wouldn't be so bad.

"Come on Malfoy, get up." He said more sternly this time. Draco nodded somewhat drunk-like and stood, wobbling so much that Harry impulsively reached out and steadied the blonde with his hands. Draco looked up sharply, as if confused, then suddenly looked away. They made their way back to the chambers without to much of a fuss, neither saying anything at all. As Draco made his way to his bed he couldn't get his thoughts to go straight. Literally. When Harry touched him it was if his whole hunger dissolved, all he thought of were those green eyes. "Wait one bloody moment!" he thought to himself "When did I start calling him Harry!"

"Ugh" he said out loud this time, fully disgusted in himself. "No problem with fancying someone new this year, but a guy! And Potter!"

He shook his head to rid the thoughts. Lying down he tried to fall asleep, but his mind seemed to find a certain teen not 2 floors away, oh so interesting.

2 WEEKS LATER

The most amazing and dashingly handsome blonde who this story is completely about was currently banging his head on the table.

"Draco! Why are you doing this Draco?" sobbed a blonde Ravenclaw, "Draco! Wasn't I good enough?"

"Dra-"

"SHUT UP!" he couldn't take it anymore "YOU'RE AN ANNOYING BIMBIOTIC, SELFISH, PIGGY, RAT NOSED, PEA-BRAINED, MOST CLUELESS IDIOT WHO EVER WALKED THE EARTH AND IF YOU DARE CALL ME DRACO ONE MORE TIME I SHALL AVADA KADAVA YOUR ASS FROM HERE TO KYOTO!"

She closed her mouth instantly. Draco heaved a sigh of relief,

"Much better..." the young girl stifled her sobs without much effort and ran from the room.

"Another one leaves again I see…" the comment didn't surprise Draco very much. He knew Blaize was due to be back any moment, which is why he broke it off so abruptly with that nameless girl. "…Third one this week."

"Oh shut it." Draco still had his head pressed against the cool wood table.

"I don't think it has much to do with your choice of girls…" the dark man began, "…as much as your choice of gender."

"Blaize darling, I wouldn't have sex with you even if you were the last thing that moved on this wretched wasteland we call Earth." Draco said, only mildly annoyed. Blaize laughed good-naturedly.

"Not me of course, I get my fill with Seamus." He looked at the ceiling, as if remembering a happy memory. Draco shuddered with the images that were probably going through the standing teens mind.

"Please spare me the images," Draco drawled as he sat up, leaning (very sexy-like) on the arm of the couch, "It would stain my pure and delicate mind…"

Blaise snorted. Draco threw a book at the offending Slytherin.

"What do you think of Potter…?" the blonde stated calmly, hoping not to appear to eager.

"Great ass, good smile, he would make a great shag," Blaise began thoughtfully "But Seamus is my one and only!"

"Oh puh-leeze! The only reason your not banging anyone else is because he is the only available gay man to enter the world of Hogwarts!"

"You wretched being, you have no taste for romance. Why did you ask about Potter anyway?"

"No reason…" Draco said, seemingly indifferent. But Blaise knew better,

"I heard from Grapevine A La Hufflepuff that Granger confessed that she heard Potter talking to Weasley about the littlest weasel."

"Ginny-What's-Her-Face?" asked Draco, mildly annoyed

"Yeah, her. Apparently the Golden Boy found himself a girl friend…"

"But nothings final right?" Draco asked, a little to hopefully

"I have no bloody clue, ask Scarhead yourself if you care that much," Blaise took on a face hinted with interest, "Why are you so concerned, anyway?"

"Oh shove off, I don't give a pixie's ass about the lot of them, just need some new material to mess with their heads…" the answer seemed to satisfy the other teen as Draco made his exit.

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So how did you like it? I don't really expect great reviews since i havent hit the actual plot, but suggestions are immensly appreciate, dont hold back. Trust me, i can handle critiscism. I dont know if i can spell it... but i can handle it!

May the smiles remain, May your glass never empty, May the techno play strong into the night...