-

Alright. Just to prevent people from going: "Hey, weren't they dead in the books?" I kept everyone alive. Even Hedwig. Why? It's called fanfiction people! I have the power to bring them all back. But I won't bring back Voldie. Why? Because he has been a very naughty little wizard. Lol. Oh and Cedric can stay dead too. Why? Because… who needs a Hufflepuff when you got Harry and Draco? Honestly, that's just ridiculous.

(Draco: "This fic is ridiculous."

Harry: "Shut up Malfoy!")

Just joking here. I don't want to piss off any Diggory fans. ;-)

Anyway. Enjoy the fic and if you by any chance find the time and place to review, I'll be worshipping you! (Just joking here as well, but I really appreciate reviews.)

On with the fic!

-

Everybody Knows

Chapter One – Next

It all started with that wretched note Malfoy had sent him during Potions.

"Potter.

You're next."

If only Malfoy had meant that he was going to hurt or kill Harry. That was something he could deal with after seven years of being hunted by Voldemort.

But he knew full well what Malfoy had in mind. Back at Hogwarts, peace restored to the world, Malfoy had fully developed his Slytherin sex god potential. He wasn't being secretive about it either. He always announced who his victim-to-be was. And he always, always succeeded in fucking whoever it was he laid his cold grey eyes on.

Harry picked up his quill and scribbled back:

"In your dreams, Malfoy.

What are you, braindead?

I'm not gay; I hate you; Ewww! I could go on forever with this list of reasons why I couldn't possibly be interested in you, but you're really just a waste of my time.

P.S. Did I mention that I hate you?"

He crumpled the piece of parchment in a violent gesture and threw it at Malfoy's head as hard as he could.

Malfoy caught it with ease (damn his Quidditch reflexes) and unfolded the note.

He read it, and then looked at Harry with a horrible smirk on his face.

Harry rolled his eyes at Malfoy and turned to get back to work on his potion. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Malfoy blew him a kiss.

"Wanker," Harry muttered under his breath.

"What was that all about?" Ron whispered.

"I'll tell you later," Harry hissed back.

Ron ignored this and interpreted Malfoy's gesture the right way.

"Don't tell me he's after you now."

Harry clenched his jaws in frustration.

"He is. Leave me alone, will you? I'll come up with a plan as soon as possible. I'm going to need your help though. And Hermione's. And… oh, whatever. We'll have a meeting after dinner in Common Room, alright? I've been wanting to kill that pureblood piece of shit ever since Voldemort died."

Ron raised his eyebrows.

"Whoa, mate. Take it easy. It's only Malfoy…"

"You wouldn't be saying that if it was you he was after."

Ron's mouth snapped shut and he nodded grimly.

"Common Room tonight then," he confirmed.