A/N: i obviously do not own any recognizable characters or anything else you might know. most of it belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling.

i know, those of you whove been reading my other stories are probably cursing me right now, and im sorry. this just kind of stuck in my head and wouldnt go away. once again, sorry, i really am working on the others! now, on with the story!!!

James and Lily Potter had to be stark raving mad. Their son Harry cursed them with every step he took towards Hogwarts Boarding School. His parents had decided to enroll both him and his twin brother Alex in Hogwarts for a year while they traveled the world. Harry clicked his tongue ring against his teeth as he stared at the campus from the privacy gates; Alex had a look of disgust on his face as Harry continued with his nervous habit. Harry could deal with boarding school, hell he could even deal with the fact that it was on a different continent, but he couldn't deal with the fact that Alex was with him. Harry and Alex were different in so many ways. Alex was a prep, he did everything right and obeyed all the rules, a real kiss ass. Harry had been the resident bad ass in their last school.

Harry gazed critically around him with his bright green eyes as they made their way towards the mass of giant buildings. He brushed his unruly black locks streaked with green from his face and glanced over at Alex. Somehow Alex had managed to tame his wild hair years ago and had kept up with it. Harry snorted in disgust. His brother had always looked down on him because he was pierced and tattooed and really didn't seem to care about his appearance. Alex on the other hand was perfect in every sense of the word and had gotten straight A's since he could talk. Alex looked over at him.

"Really, Harry, resorting to making such rude noises now? I wasn't aware that we had gone back to being the age of five, not the seventeen year olds we really are."

Harry glared, "shove off. No one asked you."

"Now, listen here, I will not let your attitude or appearance affect what these people think of me. I do not intend on being a social outcast."

Harry merely shrugged and looked pleased that ruining his brother's image was a possibility. They reached the headmaster's office ten minutes later. Harry gave his brother a devilish smirk before rapping loudly on the door. An elderly voice bade them to enter. Harry walked into the room first, his eyes scanning over everything possible. The emerald orbs finally landed on a man sitting behind a rather large desk.

"Ah, welcome. I see you boys have made the journey okay. How was the flight from London? Not too long I hope."

Alex smiled, "not at all."

Harry grumbled, of course the flight had bloody well been long. They had traveled from London to the United States. Alex heard his brother's mumblings and promptly elbowed him in the ribs.

"Good, good. I supposed I'd better introduce myself, I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Nice to meet you, sir," Alex said, his voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.

Harry gagged at his brother's tone before replying, "yes, very nice to meet you."

"I'd like to get started. There is a lot of information you need to know about this establishment before we get you settled into your dorms. The first and foremost, no one enters the surrounding woods without permission. Next, there are four dormitories. Some of the students may refer to them as houses, call them what you will. Within each dormitory there are four ranks, one for each year. Both of you would be in the third rank seeing as you are juniors. The dormitories are very different and where a student is placed is based on what courses you will be taking. Gryffindor is for those interested in communications and the like, Hufflepuff for those wanting to work with children, Ravenclaw for those interested in the maths and sciences, and lastly Slytherin for the artists. I'm sure you will both find where you belong within one of those." Dumbledore paused for a second before moving on, "now, there are certain classes you must take. They are English, a physical education of some sort, and at least a basic level of a math or a science. There are no limit to how many classes you can take. We use weekly scheduling here at Hogwarts, so you may only have one or two classes a day, and each class is an hour and a half long. Now, do either of you have any questions?"

Harry spoke up, "yes, I do. What are the other classes offered? And are there days where students can go into town?"

"Ah, excellent questions, my boy. You are Harry I presume?" Harry nodded. "We have booklets that contains classes offered," Dumbledore pulled two from his desk draw and handed them to the boys, "and, yes, there are days when you can visit town. They are usually weekend days. Any more questions?"

Both boys shook their heads and proceeded to pick and choose their classes for the year. Harry chose Advanced Algebra II, Chemistry II, French, Fine Arts III, English IV (one of Harry's favorite subjects), Digital Photography I, Phys Ed, and Art History I. Alex chose Advanced Calculus, Advanced Physics, Advanced Biology, Advanced Chemistry, English II, and Phys Ed. When they were done they handed their course selections to the Headmaster. He froze upon seeing Harry's list.

"Why, Harry, that is a very heavy work load, I don't think I've ever seen a student take so many classes in one year. It seems you will be very busy indeed. By the looks of it you will have English Monday mornings, followed by Art History, and then Chemistry. Tuesdays you'll have Advanced Algebra II, and Phys Ed. Wednesdays will be Fine Arts, a class that is twice the length. Thursdays you will be graced with French and Digital Photography. Your Fridays are free." Alex's jaw dropped at Harry's number of classes. "And you Alex will have Calculus on Mondays, Chemistry on Tuesdays, English Wednesdays, Physics Thursdays, and Phys Ed and Biology on Fridays."

Dumbledore presented Harry and Alex their schedules, locker numbers and combinations, dormitories, and room numbers, along with maps of the campus. The two boys left the Headmaster's office and went off in separate directions to find their dorms. Classes were not due to start until the following week. Harry dragged his duffle bag across campus and over to the Slytherin Dormitory, wishing his parents had allowed him his car. He walked up a flight of stairs to the third rank. Following the numbers on the doors, Harry made his way down several hallways before coming to a door wedged into a corner, number 317. Sighing, Harry pushed the door open. Inside he found a decent sized room housing two four-poster beds adorned with green and silver curtains. Half of the room appeared to already be occupied, Harry headed over to the open half, the one closest to the window.

Harry dumped his bag on his bed and went to work unpacking. He found a set of keys laying on his bedside table and slipped them into his pocket. Having finished putting all of his stuff away, Harry laid down on the bed to relax. Dinner was to be served in the Great Hall in two hours, Harry wasn't sure what he would do until that time came. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin when the door opened and a tall muscular boy walked in. He had silvery-blonde hair and stormy-gray eyes, and he hadn't noticed Harry. Harry pushed himself onto his elbows to observe the boy better, he had a great ass. Harry got to his feet and cleared his throat. The blonde turned towards him.

"Oh, hey, didn't see you. You must be my new roommate. Draco, Draco Malfoy."

Harry accepted the hand Draco offered him, "Harry Potter."

"So, you're new to Hogwarts, huh?" Harry nodded, "and you're not from the States."

"No, I'm from London. My parents sent me and my brother here for the year because they're traveling."

Draco nodded, "I see. How old is your brother?"

"Same age. We're twins, but the only thing that's identical about us is our features. He's kind of a goody-goody, although I thought he was going to have a heart attack when he saw my course list."

"How many?"

Harry blushed, "um, eight."

"Wow, in one year?" Harry nodded, "good luck with that. And I take it you're not so much of a goody-goody, huh?"

"Nope. Too many piercings and tattoos."

"Hmm, piercings huh? Where?"

Harry grinned, "just my ears and tongue for right now."

Draco smiled at him before returning to his previous activities. Harry flopped back down on his bed. This year was going to be very interesting indeed.

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Harry spent dinner that night getting to know some of the other juniors in the Slytherin Dormitory. He liked Draco's friends, they were cool and down to earth, even though all of them screamed money. Pansy Parkinson was a petite girl with a pretty face and long black hair, Blaise Zabini was a boy of medium height with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were thick muscled boys and didn't have too much luck in the looks department, and apparently nothing in the brains department. When Draco finally introduced Harry to Daphne Greengrass, a short girl with auburn colored hair, he was disappointed to learn she was Draco's girlfriend. All in all Draco's friends accepted him and Harry couldn't have been happier.

After dinner had finished the small group gathered in the junior common room with several bottles of alcohol. It was a tradition between the friends to welcome the new school year with a night of drinking games. Harry was a bit apprehensive when Pansy picked the first game to be 'never have I ever' a game where one person made a statement and anyone who had done it had to take a shot. Harry never fared well in that type of game. Draco started the game off.

"Never have I ever snuck out after curfew."

Everyone took a drink. Pansy went next.

"Never have I ever gone streaking."

Draco, Blaise, and Harry drank. It was Blaise's turn.

"Never have I ever ran away."

Draco, Pansy, Vincent, and Daphne did shots. Daphne giggled as she thought of something to say.

"Never have I ever had sex in the back of a car."

Once again everyone took a drink.

"Okay, Harry's turn," Draco announced.

"Um, never have I ever had sex while my parents were in the house."

Draco, and Harry drank.

"Never have I ever given a blow job."

Harry inwardly groaned. He had to drink, but how did he go about doing it without anyone noticing.

Blaise, Daphne, Draco, Pansy, and Harry did shots.

The game continued on with harmless statements for a while until a very drunk Pansy's turn came up.

"Never have I ever had anal sex."

Harry grimaced but took a shot anyway, along with Blaise.

"Oh, shit, Blaise, I think we've finally found someone for you," Draco declared.

Harry blushed, and Blaise came to his rescue, "he could have been the one giving, Draco."

Harry smiled his thanks to Blaise, who winked in return.

Daphne got an evil glint in her eye, "never have I ever been the one to receive anal sex."

Harry's blush deepened as once again only he and Blaise did shots, again. Draco smirked triumphantly.

"Okay, okay I know you all probably think I'm gay," a chorus of 'yes' rose around Harry, "but let me make it clear that I am bi. I go both ways."

"Wow, Harry, all that booze must be making your tongue loose," Gregory replied.

Harry shook his head, "actually I don't get drunk."

The whole group just stared at Harry until Draco broke the silence, "you're joking."

"No, I'm not. I don't get drunk. My brother does though after like one drink, hilarious really."

Draco nodded and the group continued talking until they each dispersed into their own rooms for the night. Harry and Draco both crawled into their beds completely exhausted, but feeling as though a new friendship was in the works. With the curtains drawn around his bed Harry turned onto his side and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning Harry woke early, like he always did, and went for a jog around the school's campus. He returned to his room an hour later to find Draco still asleep. Harry shook his head and proceeded to the showers just down the hall from his room. Finding the showers empty because of the early hour, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't too keen on showering in front of people he barely knew yet. The warm water beat down on his body and washed away the sweat and grime leaving Harry feeling clean and refreshed once he stepped out of the shower stall. Harry wrapped a towel around his waist and headed back to his room.

Harry absent mindedly scratched at his newest tattoo on his shoulder as he pulled on black boxers and a worn and ripped pair of jeans that hugged his ass nicely. As he was rooting around in his drawers for his favorite black muscle shirt he heard Draco waking up. Harry looked over his shoulder and was greeted with the sight of Draco wearing nothing but a pair of silver silk boxers. Harry's breath caught in his throat and he turned his body towards Draco. Draco ran a hand through his sleep rumpled hair and glared at Harry.

"Why the hell are you up so damn early?"

Harry shrugged, "sorry. Did I wake you?"

"Yes, you damn well did, and at 7:30 in the morning no less. I'm going to take a shower seeing as up I'm now anyway. Put a shirt on, Potter."

Harry, having forgotten he was shirtless, turned back around and finally located the shirt he'd been looking for. He pulled it over his head and faced Draco again, as if asking his approval. Draco nodded and walked out of the room. Harry stared at Draco's ass while he walked away. Damn, Harry thought, that boy is sexy! No. No, I can't think about him like that, he's my roommate. I can't have the hots for my roommate! Harry sighed, without a doubt this was going to be a very long year.

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The week seemed to go by entirely too fast, and the next thing Harry knew they were beginning their classes. He had gotten close to Blaise, and they seemed to generally have a lot in common. Blaise was someone Harry could see himself with. While he was bi he would choose a man over a woman any day. Harry spent a good amount of time flirting with the black haired boy whenever they were together. Harry was also relieved that the Slytherin juniors had accepted him so easily, and that the only times he saw Alex were during meals in which they would stay on their sides of the Hall. All in all Harry decided that he liked being at Hogwarts.

Harry had gotten up at his usual time of 4:00 and continued on with his routine. His first class, English, didn't start until 8:00. Harry bounced around his room nervously as an irritated Draco got ready for a 6:00 double period Fine Arts class. Harry laughed as Draco tossed a pillow at him while he walked out the door. He headed down for breakfast at 7:00 and stayed there until he thought he wouldn't be impossibly early to his class. Not having compared schedules, Harry was pleased to see Blaise was in the class as well. The two boys sat next to each other and chatted about Draco's not so pleasant morning mood before the lesson started.

"So, Harry, how do you like Hogwarts so far," Blaise asked after class was over.

Harry grinned, "I like it a lot more when you're talking to me."

"Well, I'll just have to keep striking up conversations with you then, won't I?"

"You damn well better, Zabini. I'm not very nice when I get bored. In fact, I tend to destroy things and set them on fire. The last time I was bored I blew up my brother's computer. Boy was he mad."

Blaise's jaw dropped, "you blew up a computer?"

Harry grinned sheepishly, "well, yeah. It's not like I had anything better to do."

Blaise threw his head back and laughed. "You're too much, Harry. Remind me never to piss you off."

"I'll do more than light your possessions on fire if you truly piss me off, and don't you forget it."

"You're scary, Potter, very scary indeed."

Harry just smiled. Blaise grinned, unable to do anything but in Harry's presence. The two boys hastily walked across campus for their 10:00 classes. Unfortunately they were only in the same area this time, and Harry thought he was forced to endure his Art History class alone, until Draco walked in. Draco was the only on Harry knew in that class and was grateful when the boy sat next to him. Draco looked at him and winked when the professor began speaking.

"Hello," she said in a whimsical tone, "I am Professor Trelawney for those of you who do not know me. Ah, I see we have a new face! Come, come, my boy. You must introduce yourself!"

Harry's eyes widened in shock, "n-no, that's okay, I'd rather not."

"Now, now, you have to. It's not very often we get someone new."

Harry grumbled as he stomped to t he front of the room. "What do you want to know," he said through clenched teeth.

Professor Trelawney paid no attention to Harry's tone, "well, first things first, where are you from?"

"London."

"Ooh, how marvelous! And, what do you like to do?"

Harry scowled, "well, not this. That's for certain."

"Now, now. Tell us something interesting about you, dear."

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment, "well, I have a tattoo on my ass. A result of a drunken night out."

Pr0fessor Trelawney spluttered for a second, "I see. Anything else?"

"Yeah. When I get bored I turn into a Pyromaniac. I think that's just about all."

Professor Trelawney gave Harry a tight-lipped smile, "well, it's nice to have you in my class. You will certainly make an remarkable addition. You may return to your seat."

Draco chuckled at Harry when he got to his seat. Harry grinned before sitting down. He shrugged when Draco sent him a look.

"I told her I'd rather not, but she just wouldn't listen."

"A tattoo on your ass?"

Harry's grin widened, "yeah. My buddies Seamus, Dean, and Neville decided to take me out drinking as a going away thing this summer and it got out of control. The end result was me having a tattoo on my ass saying "Kiss My" with an arrow made out of the tail of the Y and devil horns on the K. Needless to say, my friends thought it hilarious."

Draco stifled his laughter, "you don't say."

"Oh, shove off, Malfoy. It's really rather embarrassing. I can only hope the tattoo artist appreciated my smooth bottom."

That did it for Draco and he burst out laughing, no longer able to control himself. Professor Trelawney looked at the two boys with clear disgust etched into her face. Harry and Draco were kicked out of class not to long after, both still laughing maniacally. The two boys trudged down the hallway wondering what to do with the rest of their time, seeing as lunch didn't start for another hour at least.

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