Oh wow hi everybody! Okay so this is my first fic ever some don't make fun of me and any flames will be laughed at however criticism will be highly welcomed! This is a just little plot bunny that just hopped in my head it's only the first chapter but if I get reviews saying they like it might just continue!

Rating: PG-13 ((could go up in later chapters if yall review!))rated for future language and slash pairings

Pairing: Isn't it obvious? I mean you did read the summary didn't you! I was pretty blunt. Fine, fine. Harry/Draco spoiling my power of suspense geez! lol

Disclaimer: Sobs hysterically! I don't own anything! wah! okay over reacted a bit right there didn't I well just in case you were wondering J. K. Rowling owns all the characters and settings unless I sneak one of my own creations with out me knowing hehehe erm alrighty then! Off we go! Lol

Chapter One>>

Warmth fell across his features heating his face making the raven haired boy scrunch his eyes close and turn over away from the window that looked out over St. Ottery Catchapole and onto the town stead not a mile away. Dawn had risen not long before and wildlife were waking, birds chirping. The sounds of an angry cat chasing angry knomes carried all the way up to the attic where Harry tried to hang on to what remainder of his dream he had left. The slight rustling of clothes being pulled on and a sotto voce met his ears. Harry groaned. It couldn't have been time already could it? But it was.

" Hey mate! Get your bloody arse out of bed! We're going to be late as it is. Mum's already goin' on about how much she's gunna miss us." Ron leered at the raven-haired boy in the cot near the window.

" I can't believe it's already September first…" Harry trailed off, stiff ling a yawn, " NEWTS this year are gunna be hell ya know."

" Hell if anyone knows it, least we got Hermione to help us." Ron piped up.

" Hmmmmm… I guess so… but that's not really what you want her to help you with is it?" Harry shot back with a grin blossoming on his face.

Blushing, " Shut the bloody hell up Potter, besides, Hermione's just a friend!"

" Sure she is, but that's not what you fancy her as." Harry said confidently while pulling on a t-shirt over his lean Quidditch and house worked torso.

" How'dyou better bloody swear to hell that you won't tell anyone!" Ron blurted out all at once.

" Damn Ron, you know it's pretty bloody obvious. Hmmm, well it is a tempting option now that you mention it." Harry teased.

" Really," Ron returned with a tad more confidence in his voice, " so if you tell her that then I'm sure she…or make it the whole school," the red head dragged on," would be dieing to hear every detail about those dreams you've been having. You know the ones I'm talking about."

Harry's face paled drastically. How did he know that he'd been having wet dreams? He had been so careful to perform cleaning spells on both himself and his soiled sheets when Ron slumped into the lavatory every morning, thanking G-d that he had passed the exam allowing him to perform magic away from school.

A look of triumph was shinning on Ron's face. As if reading his thoughts, Ron asked, " How could anyone not know? I had to put a silencing charm on my room so mum wouldn't think we've been doing anything up here. I mean I wouldn't exactly blame her if she heard. I mean…" Ron hesitated and let a small chuckle escape his lips and asked tentively, "So who was it anyway?" while running through all the possibilities in his mind not even coming close to the horror, or was it fate?

" Who is what?" Harry asked deep in thought. How could he have known? Harry mentally admonished himself. How could I have been so stupid not to—

" – You know," Rom murmured interrupting Harry's racing thoughts, " erm… the person… who was"

" Ronald, Harry? Get down here now! We're going to be late! The girls are already down!" Mrs. Weasley hollered up the twisting and turning rickety staircase.

" Well we should be getting downstairs now." Harry spit out thankful for the interruption.

The ride over to Kings Cross Station was that of one filled with much tension from the raven and the auburn that it was almost tangible, questioning glances from Hermione and Ginny and Mrs. Weasley arguing about something or other while being chauffeured around by ministry cars again.

Upon reaching Kings Cross, they all got carts and loaded their trunks and assortments of animals and head toward the barrier between platform nine and ten. Harry and Ron went first; they went up toward the barrier chanced brief glances at each other and silently leaned back moving the steel and brick to face the billowing smoke and the maroon steam engine. Ginny and Hermione came next huffing and puffing looking like they had took at a run followed last by Mrs. Weasley. After a warning from the conductor Mrs. Weasley pulled them all into a hug and kissed them all before sending them on their way.

Ginny waved farewell to the trio and was off looking for friends from her own year when Ron and Hermione approached Harry. " Erm Harry," Ron hesitated, " Hermione and I need to check in at the Prefect car and then we have to do, umm some patrolling, so," Ron trailed on, " I guess we'll meet up later."

" Yeah, alright, I guess." Harry answered back trying to avoid Ron's searching gaze. " See 'yall then."

" Yeah," Ron returned skeptically, waved, " Bye." and was then pulled off by a very interested Hermione asking what exactly happened between the two of them.

Irately shoving his way through the many cars, Harry finally reached an unoccupied one and plopped down on a seat. How long did Ron and Hermione say it would be until they come back after their Prefect duties? Thirty minutes… an hour… maybe it was two? Sighing, he positioned his body so that he lay vertical, his head pointing toward the window and away from the door, and slowly his languid eyes drooped close. Damn, he thought, awake barely an hour and he was already wiped. However that wasn't the right word, was it, he admonished himself, and shook his head trying to clear his thoughts, rubbing his eyes and letting them rest, slightly pulling at his raven hair. Slowly falling asleep he fell into his regular dreams.

" D… Dr… Dra…" gasped the sweetly dreaming boy.

" Yeah Potter," came a familiar drawl, that started Harry out of his dream in an instant. Jerking his head up and spinning around on the cushion violently, he starred at the icy composed stranger.

Somehow Malfoy had wormed his way into his car while he was dozing. The platinum blonde hunched against the door with arms folded firmly across his chest with a sultry smirk playing across his lips, his thuggish cronies lurking menacingly in the background.

Why did they have to be here? Harry thought, his blood pumping in his ears. Why can't Malfoy just come here by himself? The git! Why did Draco

" So Potter," Malfoy drawled, " dreaming about me, eh?" the blonde sneered.

" Wha," Harry gasped, still completely stunned at who his visitor was.

" Well Potter, you were spelling out my name in your sleep you bloody twit." Malfoy pointed out.

" Wha," Harry repeated, flabbergasted on how he knew what he had dreamt about.

" D… Dr… Dra…" Malfoy mocked.

" I was not!" Harry stated flatly. " Besides there are thousands of other things that I could have been dreaming about that start out with the letters "d", "r", and "a", you pompous git." Harry added.

Malfoy's two thugs, Crabbe and Goyle, grunted threatenly as Harry finished his rebuttal.

" Really Potter," Malfoy leered swaggering slowly close to Harry," somehow I doubt that," he smirked laying his palm on Harry's shoulder and roughly shoving him against the cushions, whispering in his ear, " Harry."

Chills coursed throughout his body, causing him to go under great lengths not to shudder at the warmth from Malfoy's breath in his ear. Harry shut his open mouth, stunned at what Malfoy had accused, " I hate you." Harry spat only loud enough for Malfoy and himself to hear. The other boy smirked and slowing lifted his grip on his shoulders. Malfoy smirked one last time, motioned to his cronies and exited Harry's car with Harry still raging.

What did Malfoy think he was doing bursting in here. Thinking bloody hell knows what!

Fucking bleeding hell, what was that about…

Still fuming Harry grudgingly resumed his previous position of avoiding the door and stared out the window letting his eyes glaze over and thoughts wander.

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Bursting through the door, " Halloa mate!" Ron greeted cheerfully, " miss us?" he questioned with a smile.

Noticing Harry's dazed face he opened his mouth to ask yet another question when Harry shot up from his seat, murmured something about going to change, grabbed a fist full of his robes and rushed out the still open door, leaving Hermione to mutter something about "boys" and Ron to gape blatantly.

" Wonder what that was about." Hermione stated as the compartment door slammed shut.

Ron just shrugged.

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Harry had somehow managed to hide from Ron and Hermione the whole train ride, and ended up sharing a car with Dean and Seamus. He didn't know why he was trying to avoid being with Ron and Hermione, he guess that he just didn't want to get into any conversation about what happened with Malfoy earlier in the car. The boys ended up passing the time playing exploding snap, talking about Quidditch (although is was more Harry and Seamus wondering why Dean liked soccer more), and when the smiling dimpled witch with the came with the lunch trolley, stuffing their faces.

When the Hogwarts Express finally pulled to a halt in the Hogsmead station he also joined the two boys (flinching at the sight of the skeletal looking thresals) into the carriage closely followed by Neville. Harry had yet to see Neville the whole trip to Hogwarts, and was thoroughly surprised at how much his boyish features had finally slipped away. His cheeks weren't as round, his hair slightly longer, no longer clean cut and short, but slightly messy, almost to be compared to Harry's own mop of hair. His shoulders broader, more muscular, instead of rounded, and most of all there was an aura of confidence glowing around him. (author notes: erm just so yall remember this ain't a Harry/ Neville fic so yeah okie back to the story! ehehe erm yeah)

Not being able to find a compliment for Neville without sounding a bit odd Harry stayed quiet however the other two in the carriage didn't.

" Bloody hell Neville!" Seamus burst out, " You're … you're…" Seamus searched for a word to explain exactly what he thought Neville was, " you're hot!"

Harry and Dean burst into laughter at this, leaving Neville to burn beet red with embarrassment.

" Yeah Neville tell us your secrets," Dean choked out, " we want to be 'hot' too!" Dean snorted with a fresh wave of laughter over taking him.

As the carriage pulled to a stop , the boys all hoped out of the carriage laughing and giggling ( Dean not so much hoping but falling out clutching his side in laughter) and made their way up to the massive wooden doors.

Ron and Hermione finally catching up with Harry gave the four searching glances but went ignored by the still snickering teens. Harry finally managed a 'I'll tell you later' and stuffed his fist back in his mouth to stifle his laughter, and found a seat in the Great Hall.

As soon as the Great Hall was filled with Hogwarts preexisting students, Professor McGonagall burst through the doors with stool and battered wizarding hat in hand followed by a fair amount of smaller beings almost jogging to keep up with her brisk pace. She placed the stool in the middle of the whole and laid the frayed hat upon it and stood back. After a second or two, the hat twitched and a rip near the brim opened wide and began to sing. Shutting out the hat's song, Harry allowed his thoughts and eyes to wander again.

Jumping slightly as sudden applause met Harry's ears, Dumbledore stood and proclaimed, " Let the sorting begin."

Sinking back in his chair once again, McGonagall conjured a line of parchment and began to read off names, the fearful first years approaching the stool and letting the frayed hat fall over their eyes, and having it yanked off again once it screamed the student's new respective house.

Sighing, Harry let his eyes wander lazily around again. Scanning over the houses, his eyes landing on a particular person clad in green robes, he stared.

I know he knows that I'm watching him, hell even staring at him… so why isn't he doing anything.

Malfoy had just been staring up wards at the enchanted ceiling. Harry was confused. No smirk or cruel sneer or crude gesture? Then unexpentantly, Malfoy lowered his gaze and pierced Harry with such a gaze he was sure it had burned right through him.

Harry mentally hit himself. How could he let Malfoy catch him staring? He quickly righted himself and purposely joined Ron and Dean's argument on Quidditch, still feeling a heated glare staring hard at the side of his head.

Yes this year was going to be a bloody living hell.