HEY EVERYBODY, THIS IS MY NEW STORY THAT I HAVE BEEN THINKING A BOUT FOR A WHILE, IT IS TOTALLY AU, AND EXCUSE ME IF IT FEELS LIKE IM DROPPING U FROM A HIGH HEIGHT AND INTO DEEP WATER, JUST TRY TO RUN ALONG AS THE STORY WILL MAKE ITSELF CLEAR AS TIME GOES ON, I HAVE TAKEN MANY ASPECTS FROM MANY DIFFERENT STORIES, SO MANY THAT I HOPE THIS STORY IS ORIGINAL. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO REVIEW BUT NO BURNERS UNLESS IT PRODUCTIVE. AND WITH THAT, READ ON

Harry Potter sat alone in his compartment on the Hogwarts Express. His emotionless emerald eyes watching families hugging their children and waving goodbye before they boarded the scarlet train. He scowled and shut the dark purple drapes so the giving the compartment an eerie aura, and threw his head back as he closed his eyes. He once again tried to practice his occlumeny, breath in and out, clear your mind, and make yourself believe your mind is impenetrable. Don't visualize, because then your minds not clear, but believe.

He briefly noticed that the train was moving before he returned to his darkness. Breath in, Breath out. Harry thought. Chris would never be able to do this. Harry then swore as he opened his eyes. That was the problem. He could only keep his mind clear for so long before some thought broke his concentration. He was once again going to practice closing his mind when the compartment door was opened by two Ravenclaw 5th years that Harry only remembered passing in the corridors. They stopped and looked at Harry for a few seconds Before he raised an eybrow and asked.

"Is there something I can help you with?" One of the Ravenclaws shook his head quickly and closed the door. Harry sighed, bloody idiots, how the fuck did they manage to get in Ravenclaw is beyond me. He moved the drape a little bit and looked at the passing landscape. He kept a look-out for any landmarks that would help him determine how long until he arrived at Hogwarts. Rock shaped like a penis, I got four hours. Harry got up and was about to open his trunk to get out his book, Building a Mental Foundation, when the compartment door opened again and closed. He took out his book and closed his trunk without looking at the newcomer. He finally stood up and turned around to look at Draco Malfoy seated where he was a minute ago. He was looking as arrogant and spoiled as usual, dressed in what looked like a cross between dress and casual robes, most likely custom Italian or something of the sort. He tilted his head and looked at Harry with a smirk playing at his lips.

" Did I take your seat Potter, should I move and fetch you a sandwich while I am at it." He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

" I'm a rather big fan of salami Draco, be sure to remember that." Harry replied with a straight face. Draco stood up and moved to the other side of the compartment while Harry sat back to the place he had occupied. He opened his book to the chapter he had left off and began reading while Draco observed his perfectly manicured nails. They sat in that pose for about five minutes before Draco announced,

" Daphne wants to see you." He then looked up at Harry, observing him much like his nails, a specimen.

" Tell her I'll come by later Draco." Harry said, knowing full well what Malfoy was actually going to do. Bloody wanker.

" Will do Potter." Draco then stood up and patted his robes, smoothing out invisible creases.

Harry looked Draco in the eyes for the first time during the whole exchange and said, " You're full of yourself, you now that Draco?"

" I would not be Draco Malfoy," He subtly stood up straighter when he said the name," if I wasn't, I believe I will be seeing you later Potter." He too predicting the incident that was going to happen.

" That you will Draco, that you will." Harry said, going back to his book that would have been hard to read even for a Ravenclaw.

Harry sat reading his book for another half hour before he heard slow foot-steps that could only belong to someone wearing high heals. He put down his book down next to him and crossed his arms as he leaned back into the seat. An air of arrogance coming up around him as if he summoned it. The door then slid open and a rather pretty girl leaned against the frame. The lack of light made it hard to see her face but it was obvious to Harry that she was wearing a smirk all too similar to Dracos.

Harry turned his head a little bit so be able to see her better. " Pleasure too see you again Daphne, it'll be an even greater pleasure to see you go. Do you not recall our conversation not so long ago?"

" Oh I remember it all-right." Daphne pushed herself off the door-frame and sat down next to Harry. She reached into her open blouse and pulled out a small roll of parchment from a rather suggestive place. " And I have it right here." Harry couldn't hide his surprise. He truly hadn't expected her to complete the task he had set for her. But he was willing to pay the price for what she now had in her hand.

"Very original hiding place," he said as he smoothly took the parchment in her hand and put it in his hands. "But if it works." He had barely finished his sentence when he felt Daphnes lips on his. He slid down so he was effectively lying on the cushioned seats. He unconsciously took his wand out of his pocket and flicked it, silencing and locking the compartment door. After putting his wand in his pocket he gave Daphne his full and undivided attention. She had performed for him a task that he had no-doubt was difficult, he might as well reward her well, hell he might get a kick out of it. He flipped her over so he was on top and slipped her open robe of her soldiers just as she slid his fathers old leather jacket of his. Daphne was in 5th year, and although he was in 4th he would be turning fifteen in a few days (damn the Hogwarts system that put him a year back), but age difference mattered little to them as they had performed this dance quite a few times and were rather skilled in it. He subtly pushed his crotch against hers, but enough to evict a Small moan from her lips.

In twenty minutes harry was sitting and pulling his black T-shirt over his torso. " Aren't you going to put on your Hogwarts robes, I mean your already, or were, undressed," Daphne asked as she donned said robes, how she had gotten them in was beyond Harry. Harry didn't answer as he put on his equally black jeans, but instead of putting on his eaten up and scratched leather jacket he took his Slytherin Hogwarts robes out of his trunks and put them on but leaving them open at the front so as to reveal his muggle attire. Daphne looked at him with her dark murky green eyes. With the way he was dressed, his handsome features, and his messy hair he definitely made the butterflies flutter in her stomach, and not the cute kind. When he was old enough to grow full stubble he would be the end of every girl at Hogwarts. However, she knew her limits with him, and didn't push for another round. She remembered the last time all too well.

Once she was dressed Daphne got up and looked at Harry Potter. " Well, see you at the feast Harry." Harry didn't even look up from the parchment that Daphne had given him. Not that Daphne had expected him to. She sighed and walked out, not noticing Harry's eyes on her back.