CHANGES

Harry sit alone in his room listening to his Uncle Vernon carry on about some useless information, he sighed deeply, glancing out the window. He wished he was anywhere but there with his Uncle, Aunt and there "prefect" son, Dudley. He could not wait to get back to Hogwarts and see his friends, whom he was sure had forgotten about him. Uncle Vernon refused to let Harry out of his room, because he had important company downstairs, and he didn't want Harry to scare them away. It was no different, Harry finally got used to the feeling of being treated like a prisoner; he just didn't think things were ever going to change.

Night soon fell over the day time sky. Stars blanketed the violet atmosphere above him. Street lamps lit up the dark roads and sidewalks. Hedwig was asleep in her cage, softly hooting. Harry wished he had received at least one letter from Ron or Hermione to see how things have been at the shack, but no wish had been granted.

"Hedwig, do you s'pose they forgot about me?" Harry asked, slumping his head into his hands.

The owl just let out a soft whistle as Harry's fingers ran through his shaggy brown hair repeatedly. He was depressed because his so called "friends" haven't even seemed to try to make any kind of contact with him. He hasn't as so much yet to receive a reply from either of them. Were they still going to be friends when they returned back to Hogwarts?

Bright candles floated above their heads as feast was lied out on the tables. The room was filled with quite a chatter and talk about summer gossip and vacations. Harry was at the Gryffindor table, but had yet to see his friends. Most of the students looked familiar, but he could not see Ron or Hermione any where in the crowd. 'I hope they're all right', he thought to himself.

"Well, Potter, it looks as if your worthless friends have deserted you." A certain sharp voice spat.

"Malfoy, shut up! At least I got friends who are loyal and don't use me for power!" Harry shot back, hoping that he still did have friends.

"If you have friends then why aren't they with you? Probably because they can't stand you Potter", Malfoy snickered before walking a way to join his house table of Slytherin.

"Harry! Harry!" Shouted a familiar female voice.

Harry's face lit up as he recognized whose voice that was.

"Hermione! Ron! Where have you two been?" He shouted as he greeted each one with a tight hug.

"Ohh…my wand I'm still a klutz." Ron laughed shaking it vigorously.

Harry laughed as he carried on conversation with his two long lost friends. They caught him up on all the gossip about the Order of the Phoenix and Lord Voldemort's whereabouts. He was happy to have his friend's finally join him, but he couldn't help but wonder why it took so long, especially with the help of Hermione. The feast had ended and everyone was returning to their common rooms to get settled in and a good night's rest so they could start class bright and early in the morning.

"So now what exactly took you so long?" Harry asked again once they were in the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione and Ron exchanged nervous looks with each other. Harry could always tell when Ron was nervous because he swallowed really loud and heavy, and not to mention he tugged on his shirt collar as if it were choking him to death.

"Well, out with it!"

"We, err…overslept! Mum couldn't wake us, and by time we did wake the train had passed, so we had to take Dad's invisibility car." Ron lied.

Well, half of that was true. The other part was that they were in the invisibility car having hot sex before walking into the castle. Hermione didn't want Harry to know about hers and Ron's relationship; they got together over the summer. Ron didn't think it would be fit to tell Harry either.

Harry just nodded; he had lost interest in the story. He crawled into bed and closed his eyes.

"Harry, join me! I can let you see your parents. Together we will rule the world, all you have to do is join me and you will have all the power you want. But I must warn you if you do not join me, I am going to kill you, and this time you won't be the one who lived." A familiar deep ghostly voice chanted.

Sweat poured off his forehead as we bolted straight up in the bed. Glancing around, Harry realized that it was just a dream. But his scar was throbbing violently. He grasped it with his head as he fumbled to get his glasses on. Everyone else in the common room was asleep. He decided he would sneak out for a bit of fresh air, and then maybe the nightmares would stop.

Out side he just sat there staring up at the star-filled sky, hoping that his parents were up there somewhere. The cool nighttime air was silent except for soft music coming from insects and other Hogwarts creatures. Leaves rustled behind him. He turned around to see another Hogwarts student, but one he had not expected.

"Potter? What the bloody hell you doing out here?" Malfoy asked in surprise.

"I should be asking you the same thing Malfoy. What are you up to?" Harry said with his hand firmly on his wand.

"I didn't know I owed the famous Harry Potter an explanation."

"Fuck off Malfoy! You're probably up to no good just as usual", Harry shot back turning around to face his foe.

This time Harry looked at Draco Malfoy differently than he had in all the past years. The last years at Hogwarts Harry always thought of Malfoy as a rude inconsiderate, selfish, prat who wanted to be just like his father. Now things have changed. People have grown and new feelings were starting to unfold.

Malfoy stood leaning against the trunk of the old tree as the moonlight hit his body in such away that his pale skin practically glowed. His silver grey eyes matched the stars hanging in the skies. A black and green Slytherin robe hung from his shoulders carelessly, as his jeans hung low around his hips. His chest was toned and muscular, as if he had worked out over the summer break. A small strand of his bright blond hair dangle in front of his eyes, and his lips were pursed into a sneer that made Harry's heart skip a beat. His heart thumped inside of chest loudly, as his body flushed with a shade of pinkness. He had never looked at Draco Malfoy in such a way that practically turned him on.

Harry felt his cock twitch against his jeans, as he continued examining Draco Malfoy. Like a forbidden fruit, Harry wanted it. Shaking the thoughts from, Harry started rushing back towards the entrance.

"What Potter? You scared of being alone with me?" Hissed Malfoy.

He could feel his face flush to a pale pink, indeed he was scared but not in the bad way.

"No Malfoy! Just gotta go!" He breathed because he couldn't think of anything else to say.

He shook his head again trying to get the images of Malfoy's body glistening in the moon light. Harry knew it was perfectly normal to have sexual attractions to people, but another boy, a Malfoy? That did not make since. Ever since he saw the Slytherin on the train earlier that morning, Harry began to look at him through a new light. Did this mean he was gay? He wasn't sure of himself, and he needed to think.

"Potter, have you gone mad?" Draco snapped.

"Just leave me alone Malfoy." Harry growled.

"Very well Potter!" Draco replied as he walked back towards the entrance.

Had he gone mad for developing a sexual attraction towards Malfoy? That was anything but normal according to him. This year at Hogwarts is going to be very interesting, Harry realized of all the new possibilities and opportunities that would arrive at him, and he would be sure to take up most of them.