Magical Mayhem

Chapter one – Truce

Most people rejoice when birthdays come, they mean something special, you can get into those clubs you've been dying to go to, you can buy alcohol and get absolutely drunk (not that you haven't already snuck into those clubs with fake ID's or got drunk underage, of course not.)

Harry Potter used to dread his birthday's, however the reason for that was because his relatives used to ignore them, give him a pair of smelly old socks that he would never look at again but now he celebrated with his friends, he was happy.

Draco Malfoy had once when he was younger enjoyed his birthdays however now it was his seventeenth he loathed them with a passion. Being a Malfoy at the age of seventeen meant you inherited your veela magic and charm, also you had to find a mate, something Draco considered to be a major drawback to the strength and beauty.

Tomorrow he was due to go back to Hogwarts after the Christmas break, he had celebrated his birthday on the 28th and so far was grateful his mate was none of the house elves. He had always been picky when it had come to getting involved with others, he had rules, damn it he had standards. He was a Malfoy after all.

He had at once said 'absolutely no way in hell, I'd rather date Snape' to Pansy Parkinson who was well known throughout Hogwarts to be the one to go to if you wanted a quick shag. He had rejected Cho Chang after he had heard that she had kissed Potter, he had actually considered Ginny but the whole thing about her being a Weasly had put him off, also he had a thing about freckles, whoever said they were beauty spots were retarded in his opinion.

After that he had moved to guys, being bi had its advantages. He had a one nighter with Blaise and found him lacking in certain 'areas'. Just thinking off the Gryffindor seventh years made him shudder, he had always had a reoccurring nightmare about being used as the Gryffindor bike. He never dated Hufflepuff's, not even if someone paid him because he really didn't need the money and he wasn't that desperate. He had thought of the Ravenclaw boys, he had to admit that some of them were pretty hot, however they were awfully clingy and had the annoying habit of wanting to talk right after sex, he wasn't a big talker when it came to relationships and especially not when it came to sex.

He had a feeling that his mate was someone at Hogwarts; he didn't care their gender, as long as they weren't a Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or as most of Slytherin were apart from him, ugly. This ruled out 99 of the students, the one percent of course being him.

The night before he was due to return he made a list of everyone at Hogwarts, teachers included, he even put Filch on the list but shuddered at the mere thought, the man had a thing for his cat for Merlin's sake.

Next to each name he put little ticks, crosses or question marks to indicate if he would actually consider them to be his life companion. When Narcissa discovered what he had been doing she laughed causing Draco to glare, he absolutely loathed being laughed at. He was horrified to discover the reason she had laughed at him. He couldn't actually choose his mate; he shuddered again when he thought of being attracted to Hagrid. Although as an afterthought he had put into consideration that being a giant properly enlarged everything, the thought made him slightly sick.

Snape was properly the only teacher he would ever consider dating, though only if he washed his hair, changed his robes more that once a week and maybe wore a garland of flowers round his neck. His godfather however had come to visit him a week ago, that confirmed that it wasn't him. In his head Draco thanked whatever god was listening.

On his way to Kings Cross station he picked up a copy of witch weekly to read on the train, after purchase he was glad that his father and mother weren't present because they were running a Harry Potter special, the whole magazine was dedicated to pictures of him, the very centre pages held an in-depth interview. He vaguely wondered how Potter put up with it, he would have sued them and then bought the company with its own money just to mock them.

As he flicked through in the back of the limo that was transporting him to the station he came to the quiditch section of the photos and these made him stop. Someone (most likely Colin or Dennis Creavy) had snuck into the quiditch locker rooms at Hogwarts and had photographed Potter changing. There were no nude photos much to his (strangely enough) disappointment. Although he was topless in quite a few.

Draco had to admit he looked damn hot (nothing compared to him of course), his arms were well defined but not over done as was his chest, he had a nice even tan and his hair had gone from 'I don't own a hair brush' messy to 'I just got off my broom, I'm a sex god' messy. The jeans he was supporting seemed to be extremely tight and showed off everything that they were supposed to, he certainly wasn't lacking anything anywhere. When the limo stopped Draco realised that he had been staring at the pictures for the last ten minutes.

Quickly stowing away the magazine in his trunk he got out of the car and followed the driver onto platform 9 ¾ where Harry Potter himself was gathered with nine Weasley's and Granger. He noticed that Ron and Hermione were holding hands and Harry was being slightly ignored.

Draco suddenly felt a pang of desire in the depths of his heart, mistaking it for misdirected pity he turned away and boarded the Hogwarts express. He found a compartment containing Blaise, Crabbe and Goyal and sat down glad he was feeling nothing from them that could indicate they were his life mate.

He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be feeling, he knew if he couldn't tell it would get stronger and then the craving to bond with his mate would become a need rather than a want otherwise it would drive him into insanity, something he would strongly consider if his mate was less than appropriate. The train journey was soon underway and the conversation bored Draco slightly and when Pansy came in that was it, he had to get out of there, it seemed she still hadn't got the message.

So taking his magazine concealed under his robes he excused himself to use the bathroom and left with no intention of going back anytime soon. Unfortunately no compartments were empty and he was unwilling to share with any one below Malfoy standard so he seated himself in the corridor, witch weekly charmed to look like a school book.

Draco was getting rather turned on when he saw the pictures of Harry on his broom, he hated to admit and wouldn't under pain of death that he actually thought Harry Potter, his arch enemy at Hogwarts was fucking hot!

The corridor was thankfully empty, the only people that passed through it were going to the toilet and thankfully as soon as they saw him they scurried on by without a word, scared that he might hex them if they remain to long in his presence, something he was prone to.

However someone broke this peaceful surround that Draco was pleased he was apart of. The one who dared bother him was the only one who had guts to fight of countless dementors and deatheaters at the same time, none other than the famous Harry Potter himself, or as the deatheaters affectionately named him the boy-who-refuses-to-die.

He stopped and leant against the wall staring quite obviously at the blonde who sighed and shut the magazine as quickly as possible without arousing suspicion, a word not to be used lightly as Draco really was quite aroused and that was because of the teen now standing in front of him.

Draco stood up and looked directly into those intense emerald eyes that were no longer hidden by those revolting glasses he used to wear, all thanks to Granger's invention of eyesight correcting potion. His heart suddenly missed a beat and his stomach suddenly had a swarm of butterflies flying around inside it. Something that disturbed him greatly, he didn't want insects in his stomach.

"What do you want Potter?" He said this without a single trace of hatred or loathing, in fact he sounded tired as if their battles had become meaningless and somewhat stupid at their age. He hadn't meant it to sound like that. He was a Malfoy, he was meant to be mean and intimidating damn it.

"Well actually I was here to propose a truce in what seem to be our never ending conflicts however I see you bought witch weekly so I guess I don't even have to bother asking."

Draco looked at the magazine still charmed to look like a school book; however he was unsurprised that Potter could see through silly things such as cloaking charms. He had clearly been trained well by Dumbledore and the other Professor's.

"So you want to what be friends?" Draco said in his usual voice, one reserved for family and someone he wanted to go to bed with that night and Potter didn't fit into either category or he hadn't a few minutes ago before he had strolled along the corridor to confront him.

"Not friends per say just distant acquaintances, what do you say?"

What did he want to say and what he should say were two totally different things entirely, he wanted to be his fathers son and tell Potter where to stick his truce but on the other hand he wanted to kiss him…wait, that wasn't suppose to happen, Potter was well…Potter.

Harry stared at him and Draco realised that he had not of yet answered the question, he stood there a moment longer his blank look moving on to a pensive one or so he hoped before replying.

"I say…ok."

Draco held out his hand as he had done six years ago at the age of eleven only to be refused and humiliated in front of the entire group of first years. He was Malfoy and he had been refused something he wanted, it was completely unheard of for that to happen. Harry looked from Draco to his hand and warily he shook it.

"Potter, may I ask why?"

"You could if you really wanted to know."

"I don't I was just trying to have a civil conversation so tell me anyway."

Harry gave him a strange sort of look took a deep breath and began to explain his actions to someone he had only become friends with only a second or two before hand.

"My reason is I'm sick of fighting, wherever I go I'm famous because I defeated someone when I was one years old and one day, properly extremely soon I'm going to actually kill him and become most likely the most loved murderer in the entire world, I don't have it in me to fight with you too."

Draco nodded his head casually as if feigning interest similar to what his mother had taught him to do at parties, be polite, listen only if you must and get laid if you can…ok the last bit he had added on himself but it had worked pretty damn well up to this point in his life and it wasn't going to let him down now.

"Oh I thought I should mention that they have some awfully revealing pictures of you in witch weekly." Draco said straying so far off topic from his previous question Harry had to do a playback in his mind, he then realised that Draco properly only socialised with Crabbe and Goyal who were only able to grunt and the only time he spent with Blaise they were shagging, or so the rumours went.

"Really I haven't seen it, I heard they had an interview as well though I don't recall participating for any of it, may I take a look?"

Astounded by the polite tone Harry had used he handed it over. "Wow." Harry said shocked. "These are all real, some of them I'm going to have to have words to Colin about, I may have to hire an agent and body guards at this rate, what do you think?"

Harry looked up and caught Draco staring at him quite openly, the Slytherin quickly looked away and mumbled. "I think you should, keep you safe."

"Ron and Hermione don't think it's such a good idea, they think I'm getting to big headed." Harry said completely missing the fact that Draco had practically said he wanted him to be safe and protect him from annoying boy's with cameras trying to get pictures of him naked, something he was surprised to find he wanted, though he didn't know why, he had never thought about Harry this way before.

"If you don't mind me asking Potter but why are you here talking to me when you could be with them, because both you and I know that normally you would much rather be in there company than mine."

"I wanted to give them some privacy." Harry mumbled almost inaudibly so Draco couldn't hear.

"What was that?"

"They wanted to be alone." Harry said a little more loudly making Draco laugh, Harry gave him an angry sort of glare that made him stop laughing at once.

"They were sucking face weren't they?"

"Yes." Came the one word reply, it was clear that he found it slightly annoying that instead of being three best friends he had become the third wheel in a sexual relationship. "How about you, why aren't you with your friends, why are you talking to the one person that your father and until a few minutes ago you hate more than anything else in the world?"

"I wanted to read my magazine in peace; I couldn't do that with Parkinson slobbering all over me." Draco informed him, unable to tell him that he was slightly afraid that his veela half, which he had adequately called Billy Bob the annoying, would chose Crabbe, Goyal or Pansy to be his companion for life.

"Right." Harry said slightly amused. "Apparently she's quite good in bed; Dean had a go just before Christmas."

Draco cocked an eyebrow and smiled an actual smile and not the same old smirk which he had perfected and copyrighted when he was five years of age. "Apparently…haven't you had a go Potter?"

"God no." He said a little too quickly making Draco slightly suspicious. "She has none of the qualities I look for in a mate, good looks, nice personality, and a penis." Draco laughed.

"So who have you bedded, I'm sure your list is miles long, I mean what girl … sorry guy doesn't want to be fucked by you?"

Harry couldn't believe he was discussing his sexual conquests with Draco Malfoy of all people in a corridor on a train, it wasn't something he had expected but it felt nice to actually talk to someone who wasn't an obsessed fan drooling over him or trying to photograph him and make him autograph pictures.

"Surprisingly it's not, but you have to swear that you won't blab to any one, if I see this in the Daily Prophet any time soon I will kill you and coming from me that's not an idle threat."

"I swear." Draco said and vowed silently to himself that he would never tell a soul as he knew Harry wasn't joking in any way shape or form.

"Well my first was a couple of summers ago, Bill Weasly." Draco gaped at Harry, he had heard about the eldest Weasly brother and had seriously considered over looking the freckles and the fact he was a Weasly. However that plan had gone out of the window a long time ago ever since he had discovered a picture of Bill in his fathers study, he shuddered at the thought of Bill and his father. "I had a short relationship with Terry Boot of Ravenclaw some of last year however I left after a week or so he talks way to much and I should know being friends with Hermione. Then I suppose my last was just two nights ago with this guy, can't remember his name, can't even remember what he looks like actually, I just woke up in his bed."

"What?" Draco said shocked at the last statement out of Harry's mouth. "Where did you meet him?"

"A bar in London called The Retreat, it's a…"

"Gay bar, I know I go there all the time."

"Ok, now spill, it's your turn."

Quickly changing the subject Draco decided that this was most likely going to be the only time he was going to ever speak to Harry unless he did something about it so instead of spilling his sexual history he said: "How about we make this interesting, you, me and my good friend bottle of vodka, room of requirement tonight after dinner."

"Sounds like a plan Malfoy, I'll do it."

"Great seven thirtyish?"

"Agreed, I'd better be getting back to my snogging friends now, oh and Malfoy thank you for not hating me."

As they walked away from each other Draco had the strong urge to stop him and kiss him, he wanted to touch him, hold him and be with him more instead he turned around and said: "I never hated you, I only treated you the way I did because that was what I was told to do."

I love writing this, it's crazy fun. Don't worry my other stories aren't abbandoned but I'm havng a little thing we writers like to call writers block with One too strong to fight, help won't be turned down. As for Heartless, the next chapter is being written most likely as you read this along with the second chapter to Magical Mayhem. Hope you enjoy this story and please review xxxx