A/N: Hey guys I know another story... this one is alternate universe, NON-MAGICAL um yes well enjoy....
Prologue:
Draco Malfoy was bored. He was bored with his school, his home, his life.
Until he found out that a new boy was coming to school.
Hogwarts was a school for students gifted in the arts; music, drama and painting. Draco Malfoy was in his final year and he ruled the school and Slytherin house, the headmaster had decided that the year levels and different arts needed to mix so the house system was put in place.
It was the first day of his final year and the Welcoming Feast was just about to begin when the Headmaster stood commanding the attention of the students.
"Now before the arrival of the new first years, I would like to introduce a new student who will be joining our seventh years. His name is Harry Potter-"
The doors of the Hall burst open and Draco watched as a tall lean man with messy black hair and astonishingly green eyes walked up the middle of the hall towards Dumbledore. Everybody was staring at the stranger who strutted through the hall, greeted Dumbledore and was then asked to stand aside.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce Harry Potter. He is going to be in Gryffindor and is here learning about painting and drama. Mister Potter, if you please."
Dumbledore indicated to the table next to Draco's, the one Draco was facing, where Harry moved to sit down in between Granger and Weasley.
Pansy Parkinson was Draco's best friend, during the meal she kept looking confused, "what is it Pans?"
"I can't remember where I know the name Potter from."
Draco looked over at the new boy; his green eyes looked up and straight into Draco's grey ones, their contact lasted for a while before Harry blinked and Draco looked at Pansy.
"Who knows?"
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Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table and was introduced to Hermione and Ron, very friendly seventh years, part way through the meal he looked up and into the most amazing eyes that he had ever seen.
"Hey, Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"Who's that blond guy over there?"
"Oh, you don't want to know him, pure evil he is."
"Yeah Harry he's cold hearted and ruthless but fucking hot." Harry looked over at Seamus, an Irish boy who was in his dorm, "What do you mean?"
"He's one of those guys who doesn't talk to you unless a) you're rich enough, b) he's interested or c) he's insulting you. He's rich and everyone knows it, nobody likes him they pretty much fear him and if he's interested he won't let up until he's fucked you. So stay away."
Harry looked back at the flawless blond as he nodded; he couldn't help but be intrigued by what Seamus had said.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking out of the Hall when the blond, two very fat guys, a pug looking girl and a tall dark boy rounded a corner. Harry stopped when he felt Ron and Hermione tense next to him and the group in front of them stopped as well.
The blond boy looked be the leader of the group as he scrutinised Harry, from the tips of his chucks up his holey jeans, baggy black top, to his strong jaw which had a slight shadow from the stubble growing there up to his 'just shagged' hairstyle and then back down to his green eyes.
"Well, if it isn't the new kid."
Harry didn't say anything, just kept his face blank, the stared at each other in the silence before Harry raised his right eyebrow and then turned away, back towards Ron and Hermione.
"What are you doing?"
"Leaving."
Draco stared at the god in front of him, the god that was walking away.
"What's your name?"
Harry turned to look at the blond when Hermione spoke up, "weren't you paying attention to Dumbledore?"
Draco kept his eyes steadily on Harry, "you should know by now that I have never listened to a word that old coot says. What is your name?"
"Harry. Harry Potter."
Draco smirked, "it's nice to meet you Harry, Harry Potter. I'm Draco Malfoy. This is Pansy and Blaise, oh and those two are Crabbe and Goyle." He turned away and moved off.
"What are you doing?"
Draco smirked and turned around, "leaving. A gesture I'm sure you of all people would recognise."
Harry watched Draco leave, and he knew he would never forget that day. It soon progressed from the day Harry met Draco, to the day Potter and Malfoy first exchanged blows, to the day the Malfoy had called him Harry. Twice.
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Harry was sitting next to Seamus in a large auditorium for the drama class which was supposed to be performing a play by Christmas that was six months away.
Harry looked down at the script in his hand, Sablewood Hamlet, a story of a small town rocked by the homosexual relationship of two young friends.
The drama teacher called out Harry's name and Blaise's asking them to stand upon the stage and act out the scene where the boys kiss. Harry was playing Adam, the assertive one who initiates the kiss, and Blaise was playing Luke who hits him away.
'Luke?' Harry looks anxiously at Blaise.
'What?' Blaise turns to face Harry, who is now biting his lip.
'I want to do something?'
'So do it.' The smile is evident but as Harry draws closer the smile drops, their lips almost touch Blaise can feel Harry's warm breath caressing his lips and he wants it.
"Cut! That's not right! Malfoy take Zabini's place. Potter be more aggressive."
Draco sauntered out of the crowd and onto the stage passing Blaise; Draco stood near Harry and looked at the director/teacher.
"Okay you two, make me believe you want this but can't want this. Action."
Harry stared at Draco, Draco stared back the tension was palpable. Harry moved forward suddenly, instinctively Draco moved back.
'Luke.' Draco's eyes widened as Harry backed him into a wall, one arm by his head the other (the one nearest the audience) on Draco's hip.
'What?' Draco snarled at Harry, who leaned closer.
'I want to do ... something.' Harry's eyes flickered towards Draco's lips which curved upwards.
'So do it.' The challenge was evident in his voice, so Harry fiercely captured his lips teeth tugging at Draco's lower lip, tongue forcing its way into the warm crevice. Harry didn't notice Draco's arm moving up until it hit him square in the jaw.
'What the fuck was that Adam?' Draco was still against the wall panting hard, his cheeks flushed.
Harry stood up off the floor whist rubbing his jaw. 'Luke-'
'No. You were my friend Adam and you do that. You faggot.'
Harry stared at Draco, anger evident in his sneer and cold green eyes 'don't forget you kissed me back Luke.' Harry turned and walked off stage leaving Draco staring behind him.
The sound of applause made them turn towards the audience and the director who was walking towards them.
"Never in my years of teaching have I seen such acting. Well done gentlemen, you are going to be playing those parts for this play well done. You may return to your seats."
When Harry returned to Seamus he laughed at the expression on his face, "Oh stop looking at me like that! Let's go and get lunch." Seamus stood and swung his arm around Harry's shoulders before the two made their way to lunch only to be interrupted by Draco.
"That was one hell of a kiss Potter."
"I'm sure."
"You're acting pretty arrogant."
"Pot, kettle, black."
Draco's eyes narrowed, his mind was working fast and his gaze flicked from Harry to the smug looking Irishman and he came to the conclusion that the Gryffindors had turned Harry against him. Smirking, Draco reverted to his 'normal' self, a bastard.
"You know what Potter, go cry to mummy. Oh wait, that's right she's dead. Killed by dear old dad's best friend. So cry me a fucking river."
Draco was hurt and pissed so he walked away before he could do any more damage to the boy who was about to breakdown. The Irishman's arm suddenly his only support.