A young man sauntered onto the familiar platform, as the vibrant crimson red train, came into view, welcoming his arrival with a happy, warming shout from it's whistle. Grinning to himself, he looked around the platform, soaking in his surroundings; Students everywhere, ranging from eleven to seventeen were bustling all around him, as their family's bid them farewell. He watched as some students rolled their eyes with impatience and embarrassment as their 'over-emotional/cautious' parents gave them constant hugs and tears. Or stern warnings not to cause trouble during the school year. Other students, mainly the first years, had formed a 'death grip' onto their parents, dripping with fear as the time of their 'sorting' drew nearer and nearer.
"But mummy, I don't wanna go!! Bobby told me that I had to complete a life size maze, filled with dragons and dementors and vampires!! Bloody vampires, Mummy!!! You CAN'T make me go...I won't do it. You can't make me!!" A young first year yelled at his parents, totally outraged and terrified that his parents would send him to a school where his life was in jeopardy of being cut short. The young man snorted and grinned remembering his sorting - even as a first year, Harry's attention was usually focused on a certain white blond individual that seemed to haunt his every move, throughout his school years.
He managed to slip through the crowd unrecognized, which had honestly never occurred since his arrival in the foreign world seven years ago, and he grinned to himself over the freedom of being invisible to a crowd of individuals who all knew of him.
'If mum and dad were still alive, I would have been able to exist without being assaulted with stares and never ending questions!' The young man took a sharp breath in as disappointment and longing darkened his face, as his mind stole him momentarily, to a world of 'what if'. But the thought was cut short, as a flash of red hair caught his attention, and his face brightened instantly.
He grabbed a hold of his trunk and drug it onto the train, slipping by other students and the chatter of re-acquainting friends, as he continued on to an empty compartment, nearing the end of the train, where the rest of the seventh years usually sat. Making himself comfortable on the squashy seats, he pulled out his wand and whispered 'Accio Magazine' Out from his trunk, the magazine 'Quidditch today!' flew out from his trunk, and into his open hand. It only took moments for the young man to become totally engrossed with his reading, as time went by unnoticed.
"Oi," A familiar voice filled his ears, even though is sounded deeper and richer than it had before the summer began. He peaked around his magazine, igknowleging his intruder, yet still leaving his face hidden behind his reading. "Sorry for barging in like this mate," The red head blushed with apology. "But have you seen a scrawny, seventeen year old git, with a mop of black hair, round glasses and he's about yay tall!" He raised his hand so it was level with his chin.
The young man raised an eyebrow at the red head, "A scrawny git, eh?" He lowered his magazine to reveal his identity to the intruder. As emerald green met dark blue, the red head's arm dropped to his side, as his whole face froze with astonishment.
"Bloody Hell!!" He whispered, as recognition danced in his eyes. "Harry, is that you?!"
A deep, rich chuckle filled the small compartment, and Harry's eyes swarmed with mischievousness. "Who else did you expect? The Easter Bunny?"
"Well I would have at least guessed him before even thinking it was you!!" Ron still looked amazed, that the stranger sitting before him, was indeed, his best friend. "'Mione!" Ron yelled out over his shoulder, his gaze never leaving Harry. When no one answered, Ron yelled once again. "Hermione!! Get your arse over here!"
From down the hall, the emerald eyed young man could hear a familiar voice, which didn't sound to impressed, start stomping towards his compartment.
"Ronald - fucking- Foresthye - bastard - Weasley!!" A girl with long, glossy, wavy dark brown hair came into view, and glared death at the now trembling red head.
Laughter burst the tension between the two as only Ron glanced towards his friend. "You're middle name is Foresthye!" The raven haired young man laughed. Ron paled slightly at the mere thought of someone else knowing his middle name, and using it as blackmail further down the line.
"I've told you once before never to order me-" The honey eyed girl glanced over her shoulder to see who was laughing. "Oh, hi Harry." She turned back and continued on yelling at Ron, "-around, like I'm some sort of-" Hermione's face fell ashen as she slowly turned around to look at her best friend. "Harry?" A quivering, uneasy voice escaped her parted lips.
"Yes Hermione?" Harry gave her an inquisitive look. The intense starring from the two, was beginning to become unnerving.
"H-Harry!?" Hermione stuttered again. "What happened to you!" Disbelief filled her face as she look on, at her transformed friend.
"What do you mean, 'What happened to you'? Did I grow another head or something, and didn't realize it!"Harry hid his grin under a mask of impatience. He knew very well what she was talking about, but he wanted to hear it from them first.
In Harry's place, a young man of 6.3' sat, with a long, well toned body of dark bronze skin and very muscular arms. The new found definition to his body was a direct result from his summer job (also known as: Operation - Escape the Dursleys) of being a landscaper's assistant, which consisted of hauling rocks, bricks and bags of dirt under the hot beating sun. Where a usually messy mop of hair was, a strategically styled coif of black hair, sat in it's place. A tattoo of what appeared to be some sort of tribal design, went from his back and peaked out of his sleeveless shirt, crawling down his shoulder and right arm. There was even a silver spike that went through his left eyebrow. No longer were his eyes hidden behind the signature 'Harry Potter' glasses, but instead he sported a new pair of contacts. The only thing that remained unchanged was the preternatural emerald green of his eyes, which had seemed to become inhumanly deeper over the summer, only adding to their hypnotic affect that they had on people.
"Well, are you guys just gonna stand there and gawk, or are either of you planning on giving me a hug hello?" Harry asked innocently, with a slight pout on his face.
Snapping out of their daze, Ron took his seat across from friend while Hermione rushed into Harry's chest giving him a paralyzing bear hug.
"Hermione....Can't. Breathe!" Harry wheezed, as he sucked in a sharp breath when Hermione released her grip, so his lungs could work again.
"I'm sorry Harry." The girl apologized with a blush, as she raised her eyes to meet his, tears of happiness glistened in them, as she attacked him with yet another hug. "I missed you so much!" Harry and Ron chuckled at the estrogen part of their trio as Hermione blushed profusely. Harry hadn't seen neither of his friends since the end of last term, when they went their separate ways at the train station. Because of Harry's job over the summer, he had no time to go to the burrow and spend a part of the summer with his friends.
"Don't worry about it Hermione," Noting her embarrassment, he smiled softly at her. "I missed you guys a lot too!" Harry got up and gave his friends a hug, as Ron laughed out 'Group Hug', like some line from a muggle movie.
Hermione wiped her eyes clean of any offending tears, as she regained composure and flopped down onto the seat across from him, dragging poor Ron down beside her.
"So, Harry." Her tone of voice and facial expression - currently a smirk - made Harry do a double take. One second the girl is a blubbering, over emotional female. Next, she's almost businesslike. "When did you plan to tell us?"
"Tell you what?" Harry shot Ron a confused look, and all the red head could do was shrug, looking equally as confused as him.
"Oh, don't play dumb with me, you know exactly what I'm talking about. What the fuck happened to you! You look so, so- HOT!!" Hermione grinned evilly. Ron's mouth dropped about 3 inches, totally stunned that the book worm had actually swore.
Harry chuckled softly at Hermione's new found 'bluntness', and at the dazed look that was on Ron's face.
"Oh, so that's the incident you were going on about." He hit himself in the head with fake realization. "You meant my transformation into a sex god!" Harry laughed heartedly, as he watched his best friends mouth's dropped open in surprise of his arrogance. Harry was becoming worried that if Ron was to be stunned again, he might dislocate his jaw.
"Bloody hell Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, borrowing Ron's favorite saying. "Since when did you become like bloody fucking Malfoy?! Vain and full of yourself!" She smirked at his audacity.
Harry replied with a wink and a lop sided grin. "When did you become such a smart ass and acquire such foul language?" He leaned in with an inquiring look.
"Touche!"
Harry laughed once again, as he divulged his summer to his friends, and in return they shared their summer with him. Harry told them all about his job and how Uncle Vernon had actually blown up and punished Dudley, because Harry had managed to get a good job and make good money, while Dudley couldn't even keep a job for more than one day. Eventually Dudley had started working at McDonalds, (Hermione informing Ron as to what McDonalds was, and that no muggle teen would be caught dead working there because it was such a embarrassment) And that Dudley had gotten fired within two days because he couldn't stop eating everyone's orders before they even made it to the front counter.
"So....." Ron looked casually at Harry, trying to decide how to go about asking his next question.
"Uh-huh?"
"Umm...." Ron's cheeks were slowly beginning to stain red.
"Bloody hell Ronald." Hermione glared at the red head. "Harry, what nit-wit here is trying to spit out, is, what's with the new - well the new 'everything'?"
"Hermione, would you just shut it and let me talk for myself for once!? I was going to ask what did he do to his hair!" Embarrassment fled his face, as anger heated it up, directed to the only present estrogen filled individual.
"Ron, it's called a haircut. You should look into one of those!" Hermione replied hotly.
"Like you're one to talk!! You finally have anti-bushy hair, for the first time, in what - your life!"
"Ohhh,"Hermione's eyes became slivers. "At least I did something with mine. You still have this whole grungy, hippy hair thing going on!"
"What the hell is a Hippy?!"
Harry, quickly having gotten bored with the intense bickering (a.k.a, Bitch Fight) that the two were having, grabbed his magazine and began to finish the article on 'Loop-ti-loops. Are they an official move or not?'. Ten minutes later, the war still continued on in the seats across from him.
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
Rolling up his magazine, he hit his two best friends in the head. "Would you two just SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Both battered soldiers sat in stunned silence.
"I can't believe you hit a girl!" Hermione squeaked.
"I will do a lot more, if you two don't stop this infernal fucking racket!" Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ease away the impending headache. "What the hell is wrong with the two of you? You're acting - well I don't know what the hell your acting like, but it sure as hell ISN'T PLEASANT! So now that we're all calm, can you tell me what is up with you two!"
"Mer an Hermonead ex." Ron mumbled quietly under his breath, but not quiet enough, because Harry still caught it.
"You two did WHAT!"Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew there was sexual tension between the two - Hell, everyone knew that there had been tension since second year!
"Ugh, do we have to tell you!" Ron asked, his face was slowly becoming the same color as his hair.
"Yes."
"For fuck's sakes Harry! Ugh, during the second week of Hermione's stay at the burrow, Fred and George happened to spike our pumpkin juice with their new 'The Potion that is Guaranteed to Get You Laid', also known as 'Sex in a vile'. They figured that they would test it out on us." Ron's eyes went dark, as he saw himself beheading his older twin brothers for the hundredth time, in the last two months. "And well, lets just say, a very disturbed garden gnome later, and I can vouch that their new concoction works perfectly well!" The two of them went beet red, refusing to look at one another or allow any part of their person's touch the other.
"I still can't believe you guys finally had sex! It's about fucking time too. Even if it was at the hands of Fred and Georges new con-COCK-tion!" Harry fell victim to a fit of giggles, as he received two identical death stares. "So," He choked down his giddiness, becoming serious all of a sudden. "Have you guys done anything since?"
Hermione shot an instant nagging look at Ron, who had immediately found himself totally engrossed with a piece of bubble gum stuck the bottom of his shoe.
"Well that leads to be seen, doesn't it? Darling? Hermione shot a hateful look towards Ron. "You see, Harry, Ronald here is afraid of commitment, and stalls every time I bring it up. Or, as you see know, he becomes totally engrossed with inanimate objects." With that, Ron was slowly beginning to blush, more and more, while Hermione was getting angrier and angrier.
Not wishing to stay and sit through another Bitch Fight between the two, Harry decided to escape the compartment before the arguments erupted.
"I'm gonna go stretch my legs and find the sweet trolley." Harry got up and stretched his long frame, as his friends marveled at how tall he had actually grown. "Does anybody want anything?" Hermione just shook her head no, while Ron looked on in fear at the thought of Harry leaving him to face Hermione's wraith alone. "Ron, how bout you?"
"Ronald will not be wanting anything." A calm, controlled voice came from the terribly red faced girl that looked like she was ready to kill.
"Um, alright." Harry whispered to Ron, "Sorry mate." And gave him a weak thumbs up, and left the hostile area before the nuclear reactor blew up.
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Harry wandered around the train aimlessly, reveling in the fact that he had yet to be trodden over, by younger students, who wanted to see 'the scar'. After about a half an hour, he thought it would be safe to return to the compartment, and rescue Ron from whatever it was that Hermione was torturing him with. He made his way over to G13, and knocked on the door. Receiving no answer, he thought it as safe to enter the war zone. Little did he know.
"Ron? Hermione? Are you guys-" Harry opened the door a crack and peaked his head in, to instantly pull his had back out, and slam the door, placing a locking charm on it. Ashen faced, Harry tried to regain a normal breathing pattern, while trying to scratch his eyes out, so maybe he wouldn't have to injure the scene that was now permanently burned into his brain.
"OMG! I am never going to enter that compartment.ever.again!" He told himself, when he suddenly realized something dire. "And on my magazine! I swear I'll never look at 'Quidditch Today' the same way, ever again!"
'Well at least they're not fighting anymore.'
'Yea, you have a poin- HEY! That is not the point here! I think you're missing what IS important here! They are having sex on the seats in there, where, I might add, my magazine currently was residing!'
'You're such a drama queen!'
'Am not!'
'Are too!'
'I am not about to stand here and argue with myself. I am not a drama queen and that is that!' Harry continued down the isle, in search for an empty compartment, knocking on a couple of doors seeing if anyone was in them - all the while still grumbling that he must be losing his mind, to argue with himself.
'Git!'
'Wanker!'
'You do realize, that you just insulted yourself.'
'Oh, would you just shut the hell up!' Harry reached up to knock on G32, when all of a sudden the door flew open and a mass of black cloak and blond hair ploughed right into him, causing both to crumble into a heap of limbs.
"Ow, ow, ow, OW!" A muffled voice grumbled from beneath the yards of cloth, as whoever it was began to squirm, trying to free themselves.
"Bloody hell! Would you stop doing that! You're making us more tangled then before!!" Harry swore as he felt an elbow shoot into his ribs. "Fucking OUCH, that hurts!"
In all the commotion, Harry failed to realize the Slytherin patch on his partners cloak, and instead inhaled a mouthful of silky, silvery blonde hair.
'Oh my Gods! I'm actually going to suffocate! Me - The Boy Who Lived! Is going to bloody fucking suffocate in a mass of hair! Nooo, it turns out that the Dark Lord isn't the one to end my life, but instead it's the hair of some brainless fucking klutz!' Harry thought as he sputtered trying to get a hair-free breath of air.
Before Harry realized it, his mouth had become hair free, and he was starring into two deep pools of and icy blue mercury, slowly drowning in their beauty. The eyes smiled down at him, until 'The Moment' was spoiled by his nagging brain.
'See, I told you that you were a Drama queen!' That was all it took for Harry to realize what was going on, and that there was only one person that possessed silver blue eyes.
"Malfoy?"
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DRACO: What the hell is she on? Me! A Malfoy!! Actually running into a person, like some klutzy fool!? What do you take me for?
HARRY: Obviously somebody other than myself, has realized you arn't the perfect little poised princess that you make yourself out to be!
DRACO: You mean Prince.
HARRY: No, I mean Princess! You know that you liked it, laying on top of me!!
DRACO: Yea, i did. Suffocating you with my hair WAS the highlight of my day!
HARRY: What is up with your hair, anyways? You have woman's hair!! You are a friggen princess!! Or else you are the Prince of Poofs!!
DRACO: I am no chick!! And I am not a Poof either!!! I DON'T LIKE MALES!!
HARRY: Oh contrare mon amour! This is a Harry/Draco flic, with promised slashy goodness! With a NC-17 Rating! So obviously, you are a poof!
DRACO: Am not!
HARRY: Are too!!
DRACO: AM NOT!
HARRY: Maybe not now, but you will be! And you will be my little bitc-
KAY: Draco, do shut up! Harry, that's enough out of you! No more giving away my secrets!!
DRACO: SECRETS!?! What is that supposed to mean? You don't expect me to actually become Potter's little bitch, DO YOU?
KAY: Draco, do you want me to write you with only one testicle, and extra nipple, or a small penis?!?
DRACO: .....
KAY: That's what i thought. Now the both of you, shut the hell up. You're giving me a headache.
HARRY: All hail the great authoress!! Psst....Kay!
KAY: Grrr...what now Harry?
HARRY: Just for fun, can you write Malfoy with a small cock, just so i can make fun of him!!
DRACO: Hey that's not fair!! If you get to totally debotch my character, than i get to kill off Harry! OR at least give him crabs or something!!
HARRY: Are you trying to tell us something about yourself?
DRACO: Uhhh...no!
KAY: That's it, anymore out of you two, and I'll make you both fat, with vuloptous man breats
DRACO and HARRY: .....