ok. so. lets just pretend (I said PRETEND) that Draco is forgiven for his evil-stealing-candy-from-a-baby-death-eater ways. pssah. whatever. and the gang goes back to Hogwarts for an 8th year, to finish their work. Pratical, non-practical, do not care. I wants some hot Draco/Harry loving, so DO NOT interfere with my creepy fantasies. :) anyways, If slash isn't your thing, squishy your way down the snail trail. now.
DISCLAIMER:::
also, I do not own (and sadly never will own) Harry Potter or anything Harry Potter related. (but I will get a wand. I WILL.) They belong to miss JK Rowling. So suck it.
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Harry took his seat next to Ron and Hermione, Waiting for Slughorn to enter the room. By all means, they were very early to class. In fact, they were the only people there. It had something to do with the influence Hermione had on Ron. She said something about how it was their eighth year and they needed to make up for lost time. Ron agreed strongly. Harry had a feeling that his agreement was largely due to the fact that he didn't want to get into bad terms with Hermione, Considering as to how they were now dating.
So they both woke Harry up rather early (certainly too early for Harry) that morning, and seeing as how he couldn't get back to sleep, He gave into their wishes and joined them in the common room for pre-class study. Pre-breakfast, if you count it.
So after a rather long breakfast (seeing as to how they got there so early) here he was, Stuck in potions class, too early for his liking. Worst part was they shared the class with the slytherins.
Though the war was over and Voldemort was defeated, The slytherins had not changed.
Of course, many of them admitted fault. Even Draco Malfoy admitted to having been a death eater, out of his own will and for the sake of his father. He sent a very well publicized "I'm sorry." out to the wizarding world. Due to this, he was now seen as more of a celebrity than ever. He was almost to Harry's fame in the school. And secretly, Harry was hoping Draco would knock him off the "Point and stare at him because he did something amazing!" list.
And Harry sure was getting a lot of stares.
Ones of envy, lust, and even those of mild jealousy.
Though to be honest, Harry had gotten used to it over the years and so he knew how to ignore it.
Malfoy on the other hand, Seemed to love the attention. It was rather annoying actually, Watching the slytherin strut from one end of the room to the other like he knew he was hot.
WHOA. What in the world had Harry just thought????? He resisted the urge to gag. Malfoy was by no means hot, and at that he was MALE. And a MALFOY.
No, no....Harry had not meant to think that at all.
He turned his head towards the door as people began entering the room. As everyone took their seats, Harry noticed Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. 'Leave it to him to be fashionably late.'
Harry thought, scoffing as the white haired boy walked through the door.
The classroom went oddly quite.
'Really?' Harry thought with a sigh. Malfoy is not that amazing. Harry heard assorted whispers throughout the room as Malfoy made his way to the only seat left, Right next to Harry.
'.....they call him the slytherin sex god..'
'I heard it was 12 inches!...'
'...I bet he's amazing in bed...'
'Oh bloody hell. Kill me,' Harry thought. There cannot be that big of a Malfoy fan club in this school. 'Before you know it, they'll start wearing shirts with his face on them.'
Harry chuckled a little at his own private joke. Malfoy looked at him quizzically.
"Find something funny, Potter?" He asked.
Harry glared and rolled his eyes. "Only your face." He whispered as Slughorn entered the room.
"Oh please Potter, We both know my face is gorgeous."
Harry merely scoffed and rolled his eyes again as Slughorn droned on about their newest assignment.
"You will be pairing up with the person next to, and I want to see that you do make this draught satisfactory, so please no scuffling with one another!"
Harry looked to Hermione and Ron who shrugged apologetically.
He glared and turned towards Malfoy and sighed.
Malfoy chuckled and smirked.
"Well, I guess it's just you and my ugly face, Harry."
And for some reason, Harry felt his face grow hot at the way Draco said his name.
This years was going to be bad. Very bad.
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