Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters and…stuff! You all know the drill!
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fan fiction…so don't kill me if it sucks! I tried my best! Enjoy the twistedness of my imagination! Ahh…a gift and a curse combined into one.
This chapter is dedicated to Silver…for not leaving me alone and getting mad at me because I never finish any of my stories! Well…I finished this chapter and I WILL finish this story! So HA! And HA again!
Chapter 1: The "Tie Incident"The Hogwarts Express' loud call rang through the platform. Parents of the departing students waved at the faces crowding the windows of the maroon train. It pulled away from the station in a cloud of smoke, taking away the witches and wizards to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Onboard, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger sat together in the same compartment. Hermione was trying to explain the Internet to the redhead wizard.
"There are lots of web pages…and you can look on them."
Ron squeaked. "I don't like spiders." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"They aren't actual webs, Ron!"
"Well…I don't get it!"
"You two are hopeless, you know that?"
They both looked at the door at the voice. Harry stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a glowing smile donning his face. The eyes of the two in the room widened at the sight of him.
"Harry? You look different…"
Harry smiled at his freckled friend. The fact was, he had changed. All summer he had been working out, having nothing else to do. He had also exchanged some wizard coins at Gringotts for muggle money. Now he wore contacts and styled clothing. He was dressed all in black…a black silk shirt that clung to his upper body, and black jeans that seemed a bit tight around his shapely bottom. His midnight hair was longer, falling just above his shoulders, and cut in a nice way that brought out his now unobstructed green eyes.
"Thanks." He said, walking into the room and placing his trunk on the top. He sat down next to Ron. The latter and the brunette kept staring at him. Hermione was the first to break the silence.
"Harry…you look…hot!" Ron glared at her, but Harry just laughed again, sounding like a bubbling fountain.
"Thank you, Hermione…but I don't think your boyfriend appreciates that remark."
Hermione glanced at Ron, who was looking out the window, a strict look on his face. She crossed the room to sit on his lap. He glared at her again.
"Get off."
"No!"
Harry laughed again at his friends, then stood up and headed for the door. Ron and Hermione looked at him, then got up and followed him out of their compartment and down the hall of the train.
"Where are you going, mate?" Ron asked.
"I'm looking for the trolley witch. I didn't eat breakfast and I'm hungry."
Harry walked down the hall, Hermione and Ron on his heels, giggling at a shared joke that made The-Boy-Who-Lived roll his eyes, a grin dawning on his face. He was still smiling when a compartment door opened in front of his, blocking the path of the three friends. A boy with blonde hair gelled down and a sinewy form walked in front of it, a further barricade.
"Draco." Harry said, curtly. The boy sneered at him.
"What was that, Potter?"
"I said you're looking ravishing this morning, Draco. Is that a new tie?" The raven-haired teen smiled cockily at his Slytherin counterpart, whose face showed utter surprise. Ron, Hermione, Crab, Goyle, mirrored this look and countless others who were spilling out of compartments to watch the two rivals. Harry's smile broadened.
"I must say, you certainly have a striking aura around you today."
Draco was flabbergasted. "Wha-…I-….you-…"
Harry cocked his head to the side. "What?" he asked, a joyous ring his tone. Draco's eyes were drawn into a glare.
"The hell is wrong with you, Potter?" He spat the name out like vile acid that burned his tongue. Harry grinned more.
"Oh, nothing. Just reveling in how erotically sexy you are. A real sex god, aren't you." It was now Draco's turn to grin. He knew how to play this game.
"I could say the same for you…Harry." Gasps could be heard from the spectators. Malfoy saw a flicker of uneasiness on Harry's face, but it was gone once the boy took a step nearer to the blonde. They were now face-to-face, so close Draco could feel Potter's breath tickle his ear. He looked down when he felt a tug around his neck. Harry was grasping Draco's green and silver tie between forefinger and thumb. He slid his hand down the silky accessory, watching Draco seductively.
"You like my tie, Potter?" snorted Draco, not as cockily as he would have liked, but it was better than standing there silent. Harry twisted the tie around his index finger, the malicious glint never leaving his eyes.
"Yes." He said, his voice a gruff whisper. His hand brought the end of the tie to his face and he kissed it lightly. Green eyes never left gray ones as this was done. More gasps from the crowd. Harry winked at Draco, then let the silk material fall from his fingers. He turned back to his friends, who were starring at him in confused rapture and, for Ron, utter horror. He smiled sweetly.
"Never mind the Trolley. I'm not hungry anymore." The Boy-Who-Lived calmly walked back down the hall to his compartment. Ron and Hermione followed suit, glancing back at the Slytherin. He was still standing there in the hall, shocked at what had just happened. Once the door of the Golden Trio's compartment shut, all eyes landed on the blonde. He glanced around, sneered, and said:
"Bugger off." He strut back into his own compartment and shut the door with a loud slam.
'Damn you, Potter.' He thought. 'I'll get you back for that!'
A/N: So…how was it? Pretty slow right now…but then again, war is always slow at the beginning. The greatness is too come soon! Mwahaha!
Thanks to Cammie for the "tie" inspiration! Tenga loves you!