Chapter one: The puberty strikes.

Disclaimer: Not my characters, silly. It reads so in the books covers anyway.

Summary: Draco has finally reached his puberty, and there´s some drastic changes..Like suddenly developing crushes to certain people. Harry/Draco, rated for pg-13, to be save.

Sometimes Draco felt like he was choking. He felt like he couldn´t breath, like all he wanted to do was scream, or run or both.

He wasn´t stupid - He knew that that was all part of growing up. Still, it made him itch, somewhere he couldn´t scratch, and then there were all these new sensations-feelings, even if Draco didn´t like calling them that. It´s not like he didn´t have feelings, but admitting them, even to himself, felt rude, somehow.

But still, against his best efforts, he felt the sings of teenage.

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"Draco? Draco, honey-bunny, you´re drooling on your shirt."

Pansy sighed as she stared at his friend, who was currently slumping against the table, his head dangerously close to the porridge-bowl. Even lovers nicknames didn´t work. She should move to the Slytherins boys dorm, to make sure that the idiot would sleep at nights. Screw the moral beliefs.

"Hi, Pansy. How´s the sleeping beauty?" Pansy turned to see Blaise Zabini, the most annoying, and manipulating guy in a world. Of course he wasn´t Pansys second best friend for nothing.

"Did he sleep at all?" Pansy asked, lifting an eyebrow. Blaise waved his hand, accidentally knocking off some first year kid.

"Nah. He just hummed and stared out of the window half of the night, and about 2.am he was scribbling something. Said he was going to do an extra essay to Snape, since he was bored."

"Oh dear."

"Then he woke me up when I still had half an hour to sleep, and made me come with him to feed his owl."

"I see."

Pansy seemed to be deep in thought, not caring about still whining Blaise, who was doing it just for the sake of it, anyway.

Then she looked at Draco, who was happily drooling to the porridge.

"This won´t do", she muttered, "this won´t do at all." After that, she simply emptied the pumpkin juice-can to Draco´s head.

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After much cursing, couple of cleaning spells, and couple of good meaning slaps later, Pansy and Draco escaped from Great Hall, latter in rather foul mood.

"But I don´t feel like sleeping! I just can´t lay down and close my eyes, when there´s so much to do."

"Blaise told me that you didn´t do that much."

"Well, I couldn´t wake them up, you see? Of course I had to keep quiet."

"A-ha."

"Really!"

"Stop, that. You sound like a first year, and we are Slytherins for Gods sake. We didn´t sound like first years when we were in first year."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest, huffing.

"Don´t wanna," he said.

Just then, Harry Potter escaped from Great Hall, just to stop and stare at Draco, amazed.

Pouting Draco wasn´t something you could see every day, you see. Of course Draco noticed him. He paled, if possible, even whiter than usual.

"Potter!"

"Huh?" Harry started, confused because Malfoy was acting so strangely.

Before neither Pansy nor Harry could say anything else, Slytherin ran off.

"Well, that was…interesting." Pansy said after a while. She stared after where Draco had run, strange glint in her eyes.

"What´s wrong with Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"Lack of sleep. And probably the inbreeding has something to do as well. But mostly he´s just like this all the time."

"I´ve never noticed."

"Maybe because you don´t look," Pansy answered, going after Draco.

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That was the first chapter. Please review, make me happy.

More chaos ensues in next chapter. See silly!Draco, and clueless!Harry, trying to work things out…or something.

But only if you review... "Holds a potato meaningfully."