Author: Angie R.
Rating: R
Summary: It's the kids' last year at Hogwarts and many strange things have been happening. Odd feelings are surfacing, potions are exploding, and the Hogwarts Castle just doesn't seem to be the same. Story includes not so obvious pairings, yaoi goodness, and some disturbing sequences.
Disclaimer: You know the drill, I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters mentioned in the Harry Potter series created by J.K. Rowling. I am in no way associated with her, I'm just a humble fan.
A/N: Kay guys, this is my first attempt at writing a story for FF. Sooo....yeah, just let me know what ya think so far.
The Dreams Start
'Blonde hair, hard as a rock, you must be ugly!' Ron almost instantly smacked his forehead. It'd been seven years since Draco and he first met, and he was just now coming up with a good retort for Draco's 'Weasley' comment. "Why didn't I come up with that seven years ago?" He whined and looked up at the canopy of his four poster.
"Probably because you're not as timid as you were back then. Now go to sleep, Ron. Tomorrow's a big day for us."
Ron shifted to his side and looked at the person who had answered him. Obviously the boy was trying to sleep, so Ron didn't say another word. Dean(NO! They're NOT sleeping with each other, they share a room, remember?) was right, they needed to get some sleep. There was an exciting Quidditch match with Gryffindor against Slytherin. Of course it was better than any other match because Ron was captain of Gryffindor, and Draco was promoted to captain of Slytherin. It'd be interesting to see how well these long time rivals could compete against each other.
Sighing softly, Ron slowly closed his tired stricken eyes. No sooner had he done that, he fell into a deep slumber.
"Don't you think we should be studying?"
"I've studied enough for tonight. I want to move on to something else."
Ron shrugged a bit and continued to read his book. If the person didn't want to study, there was nothing Ron could do about that. Suddenly, Ron's book was snatched up out of his hands, but before he could turn around to see who had done it, a pair of feminine hands made their way slowly down Ron's chest. The person was behind him, so he couldn't see who it was, though he tried desperately to catch a glimpse.
A pair of soft, silken lips barely touched Ron's ear while the person's hands kept moving lower, and lower. A soft whisper flooded Ron's ear. "I want to move onto...you." Just as the person's hands made their way to Ron's growing member, everything began to get fuzzy...
"Ron!! Get up!"
Ron's eyes slowly opened. He found Harry standing next to his bed. "Come on, Ron, we're going to be late."
Seamus walked over to Ron's bed and quirked a brow...yes, his eyebrows were still intact. Over the last couple of years, Seamus had actually become one of the better wizards attending Hogwarts. " 'ey Ron, were ya thinking about someone last night?" He nonchalantly pointed toward the middle of Ron's bed, which stuck up in the center.
Ron looked down at the 'tent', his eyes widened a bit. Then, he sighed and rolled his eyes. Sticking his hand under the covers, he quickly pulled out the intruder, his wand (not -that- wand >P).
Neville began to laugh wildly. He'd been watching the entire thing. "Alright Ron, but you don't normally sleep with your wand, do you?"
"Shut up, Neville, before I stick my wand up yer—"
"Come on Ron! Get dressed! We've got Double Potions first. Don't want to be late for Snape." Dean had sort of become the responsible one of the boys. He enjoyed the responsibility, and hoped that his new found change would attract someone he had his eyes on for a long time.
Sluggishly, Ron threw back his covers and sat on the edge of his bed. A few moments later he was washed up, dressed, and ready to go.
The five boys made their way down to the dungeons. Neville looked at all of them and sighed heavily. "Why do we always have Double Potions with Slytherin?"
The other four boys thought about it in their minds. Neville was right. They did seem to always have Potions with Slytherin. Seamus was the first to speak up. "Because Snape wants to rub it in our faces that he can do whatever he wants."
Harry nodded a few times. "Yeah, he takes away ten points from us if we do something wrong, but if the Slytherins do the same thing, he only takes away five points."
"Would you all stop complaining, and just get to class before Snape deems us late?"
The boys all turned around to find Hermione standing there. She was right, but then again, she was always right. Seamus looked around the almost empty corridor then looked at Hermione. "Have you seen Susan? I wanted to give her this." He reached past his robes and pulled out a delicate, silver locket.
The other four boys rolled their eyes and all groaned in unison. Ever since Seamus and Susan Bones had become an item, she was all that he could talk about. Hermione, on the other hand, thought it was very cute. "I suppose she's in Transfigurations class about now. But you can give it to her during Herbology."
Ron smirked a bit and mumbled. "I think he already has..."
The rest of the boys snickered as Seamus' face turned a bright red. "Shut up, Ron! Or I'll shoot a charm up your nose!" Seamus' threat only served to make the boys laugh harder.
Hermione smiled a little as she walked over to Ron. "I noticed you weren't at breakfast, so I saved you this." She reached into the pocket of her robe, and pulled out a large, blueberry muffin. Smiling, she handed the muffin to Ron.
"Thanks, Hermione! I owe you one." Smiling, Ron took the muffin from Hermione. Without another thought, he took a large bite out of his treasure.
Dean watched Ron stuff his face. With a small chuckle he began to speak. "Uhhh...hate to ruin everything, but I think we should get to class."
The group agreed, and they all walked into the Potions room just in time. Soon after, Snape walked into the room with his usual scowl on his face. "Today you're going to be making a simple hair coloring potion. I wouldn't normally be wasting my time on such a ridiculous invention, but as the potion may appear on your NEWTs, I have no choice but to teach it to you. You'll find the instructions on page seventeen. I trust I don't have to tell you all to get to work." He watched the class as they began to pair off.
Ron looked at his book then to Harry. "I don't think this potion is coming out right. I thought Snape said it was simple...."
Harry scrunched his nose as he looked at the bubbling grey goo. They had chosen to make their hair turn blue, but the potion went wrong...somewhere....A knock sounded on the door, which completely scared Harry. He accidentally dropped in an entire jar of bat wings. "....oops...."
Ron's jaw dropped as he looked at Harry. "...Maybe nothing will happen...."
Dumbledore walked into the classroom and smiled at all of the children working extremely diligently. Then he caught Snape's eye and nodded once. "Ah, Professor, may I have a word with you?"
Snape immediately stood up, and walked over to Dumbledore. They didn't bother leaving the room. Instead, they stood next to the door. Harry, staring at his potion, began to feel uncomfortable. The potion was beginning to...swell... "Err....Professor Snape...."
Snape, thoroughly irritated, turned around to snap at Harry. "Mr. Potter, if you don't mind, I am quite busy." He quickly turned around to resume his conversation with the Headmaster.
Harry kept his eyes on the potion. It was bubbling even more, which could only mean one thing. "....Professor Snape....."
Once again, Snape turned around. His eyes seemed to almost cut right through Harry. "What is it?! Obviously you wont' let me be unless I play along. So what's so important that you need my immediate attention?!"
Harry just pointed at the bubbling mess in front of him. ".....I think it's going to explode...."
Intrigued, Dumbledore immediately followed the Potions Master to Harry's and Ron's cauldron. Ron, not being one to stand potion explosions, began to back away from the cauldron with the rest of the class. Before Snape had a chance to fix the potion, it exploded. Snape quickly wrapped his long robes over his face to protect himself from the explosion. Shortly after, he brought his robes down from his face to see how much damage was done.
Harry absently wiped the grey goo from his glasses. He was completely covered in the stuff. Sighing, he looked up at Snape and Dumbledore. Snape had apparently protected his skin from the blast, but Dumbledore, on the other hand, had the goop dripping down his glasses as well. Most of it landed on his extravagant robes. Mortified, Harry tried to get as much of the goop off of Dumbledore as he could.
With a soft laugh, Dumbledore looked down at Harry and shook his head. "Don't worry, young Mr. Potter. I can clean this up." Gently, he shooed Harry's hands away from his robes. Their fingers barely touched when it happened...
A/N: Yes, yes, I know. Boring! I understand, but it's only the first chapter. The rest of the chapter's get better, promise!
