Title: Lovely Life, Isn't It?

Written by: Hanan

Summary: Draco/Harry. Perhaps other pairings as well. Due to his hot-ness, Draco was forced to be in a compartment.. with who?? Where will this unluckyness drive their relationship/enemy lines? Ok, i suck at summaries, just READ!!


Rating: R, for perhaps some rather adultery scenes later..

WARNINGS: If Slash, male/male or female/female pairings don't rock your boat, leave now. Because that is exactly what this fic is all about.. well, not entirely, but hey.


Disclaimers: This fan fiction is only created for entertainment purposes only, and I do not own any of the characters and/or places that are in this fan fiction. None of it is mine except for the plot, which will probably be similar to everyone else's anyhow. I'll try not to make it similar to everyone else's. Promise!

Chapter One: Lovely Life, Isn't It?

Stepping onto the platform – back straight, shoulders squared and trunk shrunk in the pocket – icy blue eyes going slowly from side to side in a somewhat compromising manner, he smirked defiantly, raised a carefully plucked eyebrow and strode into the crowd that was either gushing over him, glaring at him, or not paying any attention.

Ah, he had caught their attention properly now...

Perfect.

Mutters and whispers here and there, all around him and wherever he stepped, and he loved all of their attention, no matter if they were trying to glare as he passed.

"Oh my God!! He's wearing Muggle clothes!!"

"Oh but he looks so damned good in them.."

"I can't argue with that!!"

Those had been a couple of girls that he had passed by, he looked back at them, smirked, winked and watched them giggle, sending feverish glances at him as he leaned his tall self on a wall near to the train door. That was when he saw Harry Potter 'The Boy Who Would Just Not Die", walk through the barrier, looking his normal, bashful self, swarmed by the Weasel Clones. Typical, he snorted quietly to himself, pushing off the wall and walking around the crowd, searching for various people that were his 'friends'.

The crowd was still awe struck, and now Harry seemed to be as well... All for the same reason: Draco Malfoy; Ice Prince and voted Most Handsome male in the school; was wearing Muggle clothes. A black turtleneck, black baggy jeans, and black boots to be exact, and he looked damn good.

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Stumbling onto the Hogwarts Express, his now non-gelled hair flapping around his head, allowing himself to let out a sigh of irritation. Attention was not quite a good thing when you are trying to get past hormonally controlled girls and boys and onto the train... Once he had gotten onto the train, people were looking out of compartments, looking amused as they watched a harrassed and flushed looking Draco Malfoy with no turtleneck, or shirt – them having been ripped away in the frenzy of horny teens trying to grab hold of him – sprinting down to a compartment, speeding in and locking the door behind him.

Draco's chest was heaving as he panted to try and get his breath back, having leaned his forehead on the cold glass of the compartment door. He let out a sigh of relief once he had found that the people were no longer chasing after him and trying to rip off the remainders of his clothing.

The muscles in his back rippled slightly as he stood up straight and turned around, soon freezing in place when he found the compartment to be filled by none other than The Golden Trio and their little group of friends. He let out a frustrated groan and promptly turned around, hitting his forehead on the glass of the door.

"Why.." BANG "...Me?!" he said in between the rattling of the door glass which he had emitted from banging his head against it. He flinched slightly when he felt a gentle hand on his back, patting. He turned around quickly, getting a pat in the chest instead seeing as the person that was patting him on the back was not quite expecting Draco to turn around.

The person jumped back after she saw the questioning look that sprung up in Draco's eyes and on his face. He raised his eyebrow at Hermione jumping back like that, soon inclining his head to the side. "Does that mean that I can stay??" He asked, his deep voice sounding, seeing to shock many of the people in the compartment. Hermione nodded, more confident now once she had sat down, offering a seat to him.

For once in his school years, Draco did not scowl, he did not smirk evilly. Instead, he smiled gratefully nodded his thanks, taking his amusement in how shocked these people could get at a simple smile.

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A/N: Ok, I know its not much of a first chapter, but I tried, ok, I tried. I have never done a Harry Potter Fic, and I couldn't find a decent start. So here it is!! It will get better!!!

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