Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Rating: M for bad language, adult situations, and crude humor
Warning: I hate Cannon, and thus I do not follow it. This story really doesn't have a serious plot, maybe a little one, but mostly this is for my own enjoyment. Boys love on boys, girls love on girls, and I bring in a few of my own characters.

Where's Your Crown King Nothing -Part 1 Pansy doesn't need to scheme too hard

Draco rolled his head trying to ignore the headache wrapping around it. He drank his last hangover potion few days ago. He didn't want to deal with the train to school like this, but he was not going to ask his parents for anything. Draco sneered at his image in the mirror, hating everything he saw. Before he could muse anymore his mother opened the door to his bedroom, "Ready to go hun?"

Draco looked to her slowly and then nodded. He didn't want to talk, or open his mouth. He knew that the only things to leave it were putrid, and tasted like vomit. She glanced at his trunk and picked it up, staying quiet. He didn't want to know why dear old Lucius wasn't there, his father confused him, and right now Draco was angery with him.

Narcissa grabbed her son and apparated to the train station. Draco scowled as he let go and she disappeared. A family of few words. He looked at the train wondering how much trouble he would get in for not getting on. How ever much it would be it wasn't worth it. Anyways not getting on would mean not seeing… 'That train of thought stops there.' Draco chastised himself and boarded.

He rubbed his head knowing he had to go the prefects meeting, to hear the same bull shit he heard last year. God the ride was going to kill him, and his hang over only made him that much more irritable.

After Merlin only knew how long Draco finally made his way to a compartment. Hopefully one with few to none people, or maybe just one person. Draco found an empty one, to his surprise, and sulked inside. He curled his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, the quiet allowed his headache to lessen.

Before he could drop into blissful unconsciousness the feeble excuse of a door slid open. Draco cracked an eye to glare at the intruder. "Damn Malfoy didn't think you were even on board."

"Shut up Parkinson." Pansy had changed a lot over the summer, her hair was longer, halfway down her back and she looked like she had been working out.

"Why, I rather enjoy giving you hell. Thought you might have died you know." Normally the two spent a good portion of the summer together, but both had been otherwise engaged.

"Dumbass."

"Well after your father found out-"

"God Pans, I don't want to talk about that."

Pansy came in and shut the door, "Look Draco, I know it happened, hell I know everything about you. Just tell me how it went down."

Draco closed his eyes and slouched farther into the seat, "They were not happy, of course, but they told me they would allow it. Like I have a fucking choice."

"Under what conditions?"

"Babies."

"Well, you always wanted a family right? At least now I can stop pretending to be all over you."

Draco didn't say anything because he didn't even know what he wanted to say let alone how to say it. He sighed instead thankful to have Pansy as a friend. Pansy let them sit in the comfortable silence, she wanted Draco to have his way, but she needed a plan first.

The flimsy door opened again and Blaise stepped inside before closing the pathetic thing. "What are you guys doing here? Why'd we ditch the others?"

"We didn't ditch anyone, Draco's being emo." Draco scoffed and Blaise sat next to him.

"Aww does our little Drakey need some loving to feel better?" Blaise asked patting him on the head.

"Fuck me Zabini." Draco glared at the other boy and moved away from the touches.

"Not with a lady in the room." Pansy scolded wagging her finger at the boys.

"But look, the emo needs it." Blaise exclaimed flinging an arm over Draco who noticed that the brunette had grown. Blaise was probably taller than him, and more filled out.

"You don't know what getting yourself into." Draco threatened removing the Italian's arm.

Blaise turned his head to the side, "Draco why are you wearing a glamour?" he rubbed a thumb over Draco's cheek, and the blond scowled again.

"Look Blaise," He let them name roll of his tongue in a sultry manner, "I don't know what you think you know, but I know that you can't see a glamour." Draco leaned forward and let his fingers fall over the brunette's. "Maybe I just look too perfect…" He said huskily invading Blaise's space.

Blaise swallowed and then pushed Draco back, "You're so full of yourself." A tiny hint of pink slid upon his cheeks as he faced Pansy.

"You two are cute together." Pansy giggled waving a photo.

"You didn't." Draco blanched reaching for the photo, Pansy pulled it out of his reach.

She looked at the picture and then snickered like mad, "You two actually kiss on here!" Before Draco could even reach for the incriminating thing Blaise had it clutched in his hands. The Italian had to know who kissed who, because Draco couldn't find out. He watched, mesmerized as both boys leaned together, neither starting nor ending it, pictures sucked.

Draco Leaned over him watching, needing to know and just as confused. As the boys in the picture slowly pulled apart Draco snatched the picture. "I think you two should give it a try." Pansy said crossing her arms with a superior smirk. Sometimes the best things didn't need plans.

"I don't think he swings that way." Blaise snorted, blushing and looking away.

"You think a lot Blaise, and you're wrong almost as often." Draco claimed also looking away.

"Draco likes boys, Blaise likes boys, and now that you have something to talk about I leave you to it." Pansy grinned like a Cheshire cat and slunk out of there.

They sat in silence for what felt like forever, before Blaise finally cleared his throat, "Do you really-"

"Blaise. Just stop thinking." Draco leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. He couldn't decide if he was upset with Pansy or nervous about Blaise.

"Draco, I think you should take your own advice." Blaise turned to him, thinking of the picture, and how they got in that position. "Maybe you should talk more, maybe you should tell me why you're wearing a glamour." Blaise took hold of Draco's chin and turned it to face him.

"How can you see it?" Draco asked slitting his eyes.

"It's a gift. Now tell me why."

"Take it off and see for yourself."

Blaise fingered his wand, thinking over his options, "Can I take you up on that at school?" Draco hesitated before nodding. "Can I ask you about what Pansy said?" Draco took a deep breath before nodding again, "Was it true?"

Draco took the picture from his robe and threw it to Blaise's lap, "What do you think?" The picture boys were embracing tightly, nuzzling and kissing sweetly.

"Do you like me?" Blaise asked being oddly courageous.

Draco gave him an incredulous look and pointed at the picture, "I am not some kind of whore."

"Maybe we could-"

"Blaise, just stop thinking." Draco turned to him and got a mouthful of Italian. Draco turned away red in the face and a little shaky. "Blaise?" Draco sounded almost as uncertain as he felt.

The tall Italian licked his lips while staring at the blond's, he wanted more. His slim bronze fingers slid around Draco's chin to his neck and pulled the blond closer. "What would your family say?" Draco asked half whimpering, and just wanting to be in control of himself, and his thoughts.

"They'd ask if you were under the imperious Malfoy." Blaise gently laid his mouth over Draco's again.

Draco pushed his forehead down, resting it on Blaise's, keeping their mouths apart. "Is that what you think?" He couldn't stop his hands from slowly running their way around Blaise's hands and up his arms to his shoulders. He wanted to pull away and yell at the Italian for perving on him.

"No." Blaise leaned in again and Draco pulled his will from some low crevice he didn't know existed and pushed Blaise away.

"We're not even dating." Draco bodily turned away from the temptation and crossed his arms over his chest. The scenery outside the window caught his attention, or at least that's what he wanted it to look like. His father always taught him about control. 'A Malfoy is always in control.'

"Do you want to be?"

A/N - Let me know what you think 3 I'm going to try and put part two up next Sunday. I will try to update every Sunday (try being key word here).