Hello, me again! :D I really hope you enjoyed my last story 'No longer enemies.' It was a pleasure to write and I'm extremely grateful for all my followers and reviewers. You made me very happy and encouraged me to write another Harry/Draco fanfic! I absolutely love the pairing and I intend to write many more.

This story is called 'Failure-Not in my vocabulary.' I have no idea why, but I'm rubbish at naming things, and I intend to use the title somewhere in my story.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter DOES NOT belong to me and I'm not making any profit from my stories. It is just my imagination running away with the fairies. The characters belong to the one and only JKR, but the storyline is mine. Story will contain slash (Boy/Boy, Girl/Girl) and hetrosexual couples. I swear an awful lot too, so sorry about that! :D

Brief overview:

Voldemort was killed at the end of Harry's 6th year. The Golden Trio had been told about the Horcruxes after the battle in the Ministry and had begun hunting them with the help of Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall and the Malfoy's.

The Malfoy's went from being on the dark side, to the light side but were spies for Dumbledore, so not many people trust them, same as Snape.

Fred, Snape and Dumbledore didn't die. Moody, Tonks, Lupin, Sirius and the others did. Sorry :( including Crabbe who died in the 6th year version of the final battle.

And that's all you need to know for now! Hehe. Oh, except the group are now entering 7th year.

You'll find out more as the story progresses, but I'll warn you that some of the characters aren't what they're like in the books. Enjoy! :D

P.S before Harry/Draco there will be other pairings.

'Failure-Not in my vocabulary- Chapter one.'

'I really can't see why we have to go back to that bloody school tomorrow.' Ron groaned from his bed. 'As heroes, I'm sure we won't ever have to work, and even by chance we did, they'll just hand us a job on a plate. Whatever we wanted to do, we could do!'

'Shut up Ron.' Harry grumbled back. He was actually quite excited to get back to Hogwarts although he would never admit that to his best mate.

'You know it's true. You especially.' Ron retorted, with a smug grin. He KNEW he was right and he knew that Harry knew that he was right.

'I don't care. Don't let 'Mione overhear you saying that, she'd d kill you.' Harry replied with a raised eyebrow. Ron was really getting on his nerves now, all he ever did was moan. And eat. In fact, he was eating now even though he had JUST had a huge and delicious lunch, made by his forever cooking Mother.

'What could she do? Stun me?' Ron laughed. 'She could never have me in a physical fight. Plus, she loves me far too much to hurt me.'

'Oh, I don't know. That girls' got some power behind her.' He defended his best female friend, remembering the slap she'd given Malfoy in their 3rd year.

'Whatever, Harry.' The redhead replied with a malicious grin that didn't suit his broad features. 'Wanna play some one-on-one Quidditch? I'm so fucking bored.'

'Sure.' Harry said with a sigh. He didn't really want to do anything with Ron when he was in this kind of mood. The youngest male Weasley was at best stubborn and arrogant and at worse selfish and spiteful. He was in one of his 'worse' moods and Harry wasn't particularly looking forward to their upcoming game. He also couldn't comprehend how sweet, kind and beautiful Hermione could have ever fallen in love with such a pillock.

They made their way out into the large, overgrown garden that Harry loved so much, grabbing their brooms on the way out. Harry gripped firmly onto his beloved Firebolt with the feeling that Ron was going to try and slyly swap their brooms over. Or something equally as stupid. Everyone knew how much Ron coveted Harry's very fast and very expensive broomstick.

'Aw, Harry! Let's get a go on the Firebolt!' Ron said, much to Harry's amusement and a bit to his annoyance. 'Just like clockwork.' He thought.

'No.' He responded smugly. 'It's mine.'

'Yeah I know, so you keep reminding me.' Ron muttered darkly.

'Don't be like that Won-Won!' Harry laughed cheerfully, using the name that his mate detested so much.

'Don't call me that!'

'Aw, I'm sorry Wonnie. Tell you what, you beat me to the Snitch and I'll let you ride the Firebolt for a whole 20 minutes.'

Harry thought he was being completely fair. Everyone knew that his Firebolt was his pride and joy and the only thing he wasn't generous with. He would lend out money to anyone who asked, but he very, very rarely lent out his broom.

'Well shit Harry! How very kind of you!' Ron replied sarcastically.

Harry just winked at his grumpy mate before mounting his broom and shooting up into the sky.

'Stupid prick.' Ron muttered under his breath. 'Fucking show off! Thinks he's better than everyone else! I'll show him the big-headed asshole.'

Harry didn't hear what Ron had said, but he noticed that the red-head's face had darkened and he knew for sure a storm was brewing.

'Uh ohh!' He thought.

He could tell a mile off that he had put Ron in a foul mood because of his lack of broom generosity and he was now worried that despite being the better flyer, Ron was going to find a way to knock Harry out of the sky or injure him in some way.

He watched Ron release the Quidditch balls from their box and gave them a minute to start circulating the pitch. The Quaffle was left on the ground, in the middle so that the two boys could try and grab it before the other. The lack of Referee made chucking the ball in the air, extremely hard.

'I've enchanted the Bludgers to chase us, as usual.' Ron called as he mounted his broom. 'Normal rules apply. You need to act as chaser as well as seeker. Think you can keep up?'

'Course! Score points, avoid Bludgers and catch Snitch.'

'On your marks...' Ron shouted.

'Get set...' Harry replied.

'GO!' They called together. They both went shooting towards the ground, both eager to get the Quaffle first. Ron won it and began flying towards the makeshift goal, only to be 'bumped' by Harry, causing him to drop the large red ball right into Harry's eagerly waiting hands.

'Fuck!' Ron shouted.

Harry just laughed and shot towards the goal. He narrowly dodged a Bludger and threw the Quaffle through the hoop. Ron cursed again as Harry done a celebratory circle of the garden.

The game went on for a good hour and the score was 100-110 to Ron. The game was no longer fun, and both boys had adopted their serious looks. Usually reserved for a game against the Slytherins. The Bludgers became more and more brutal and Harry had been hit on the collarbone and Ron's leg looked a bit limp. The raven-haired teen had no idea what spell Ron had cast, but it most certainly wasn't the normal charm they used.

Harry had just about caught the Snitch when Molly Weasley came charging out into the garden, he face not unlike her angry Son.

'RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! HARRY JAMES POTTER! IF YOU TWO AREN'T ON THE GROUND WITHIN THE NEXT 10 SECONDS I'M GOING TO PERSONALLY COME UP THERE AND BREAK THOSE GODFORSAKEN BROOMS!'

'Shit!' The both muttered as they descended slowly, landing on the solid ground. Molly aimed a spell and destroyed both Bludgers with just a flick of her wand.

Ron flinched and Harry bit his lower lip.

'Look at the state of you!' She cried, her anger forgotten for a moment as she surveyed the two Gryffindors.

It was only then, both boys really felt the extent of their injuries. They were both so intent on beating each other they hadn't realized they were covered in blood and bruises. Harry wiped some blood and sweat off his forehead and tried to smile weakly at the Weasley Matriarch.

'I told you both that you need to stop this. These one-on-one Quidditch games are becoming far too dangerous. I can only do so much but we may have to go to St. Mungo's.'

Harry sighed as he clutched his collarbone and Ron limped on, refusing Harry's good arm for support. Mrs. Weasley tried to fix her two youngest boys but only succeeded in taking some of the pain away, so she used the floo to send the three of them to the Wizard hospital. She managed to keep her levitation spell intact so the two invalids wouldn't hurt themselves further by falling out of the large, and ornate fireplace. She knew how clumsy her foster Son was, and Ron couldn't really walk, let alone floo safely to their destination.

The two friends had been fixed up within 20 minutes of entering the hospital and they were marched down the hallway by a furious Molly, who had resumed her angry tirade as soon as she knew they were both going to survive.

'You really need to stop this. Your competitiveness is going to get you both killed. You must understand... Oh!' Mrs. Weasley was abruptly cut off as a horde of angry looking Wizards rudely pushed passed her and into the room they just walked by. They didn't notice Harry, which surprised the teen. But he really didn't mind, he hated the attention and these guys looked like they were out for blood.

'What the hell is going on!' He gasped as he was suddenly pushed aside by a tall and very well built security guard. Several more followed him, all with their wands drawn.

The trio heard a cry of pain and before the wounded sound was drowned out by shouts of 'Expelliarmus', 'Stupefy' and 'Incancerous'. Harry, forever the hero, drew his wand and charged in the second he heard someone was being hurt.

He threw some light curses at one of the offenders before he was yet again shoved aside by the large guard.

'You shouldn't be in...' He began, before seeing Harry's lightning bolt scar. 'Oh Merlin!' He gasped.

Harry smiled inside, before sending a 'Stupefy' over the guard's shoulder, knocking over a scrawny brown haired man. Harry recognised the man as a boy from school, but couldn't quite but a name to the face.

'Shit! Sorry!' The older man cried before spinning on his heel, and checking all the offenders were down before making sure his men were okay and unharmed.

'All okay?' He shouted.

All the others replied with a hasty 'Yes, Sir!' before dragging the bound bodies out of the room. Harry turned around to find the source of the cry of pain, only to to see a very badly beaten Draco Malfoy. He stood staring, unable to move and completely tongue-tied.

'OUT OF THE WAY!' An elderly Healer screamed as he pushed his way through the doors. He flew to Draco's bedside and immediately shouted for help. Harry still couldn't do anything other than stand there and stare at his arch-rival.

'Malfoy?' He whispered.

Draco didn't answer. He didn't open his eyes and he made no movement whatsoever. Molly ran into the room, looking flustered and worried.

'Harry, Dear. You shouldn't be in here. This is a private room.' She whispered gently after seeing Harry's shocked expression. She gasped softly when she saw the youngest Malfoy and took Harry's hand and dragged him out.

'What the hell happened to him?'

Molly didn't answer, but Ron demanded to know what was going on.

'Who?'

'Doesn't matter.' Harry hastily replied, knowing what Ron's reaction would be.

'Tell me. Who?'

Harry sighed. 'Malfoy has been beaten unconscious. He looks awful. Who the hell done this to him? And how the hell did they get in?'

Ron laughed. 'Good. Serves the fucking Ferret right! I'll give my lifetime savings to meet the guy who done it!'

'Ron!' Harry and Molly gasped in unison.

'What? He's a dirty, slimy Slytherin.' Ron shrugged.

'Language young man!' Molly fumed. 'You're not too old to be grounded you know!'

Ron shrugged again. 'He deserves everything he gets.'

'He helped us win the War.' Harry said coldly. He had no idea why, but he was majorly pissed off at Ron's dismissal of Draco's condition.

'His Father also helped to start it.'

'Yeah, well Draco isn't his Father. And Lucius helped to end it. Or don't you remember that?'

'What? You all pally pally with the Slytherins now?' Ron said, the anger creeping into his voice.

'Boys, calm down.' Molly demanded.

'No, I want to know why Harry is defending Draco Malfoy, the git that made our lives hell for the last 6 years!'

'He was a kid! Like we were, he's grown up a lot since our 1st year. You're being the git now!'

'Shut the fuck up Harry.' Ron hissed. He sidestepped his Mother and didn't hesitate punching Harry right in the nose, his anger finally getting the best of him. Harry fell to the ground and cracked his head on the cold marble of the hospital floor. He struggled to sit up, and when he did he saw red and rugby tackled Ron's legs so the redhead also fell over with a loud thud.

He grabbed a handful of Ron's flame coloured hair and smashed his head against the floor.

'FUCK YOU!' He screamed in Ron's face as he forced his mates head against the floor again. Ron struggled to get his hands free, and when he did he spat in Harry's face and headbutted Harry so hard, the raven-haired boy felt his nose crack again.

Harry could feel the tears falling out of his eyes, but he refused to let that stop him. He bought his knee up and blindly aimed for Ron's groin, eventually kneeing him where it hurt. Ron hobbled backwards just as Molly came to her senses and used her wand to separate the two boys. They both landed on their asses after flying about 10ft in opposite directions.

She had no words for what had just transpired in front of her eyes. She was crying at the obvious loss of her two youngest boys' friendship. Even though Harry wasn't biological hers, he would always be her Son. No matter what, he was always welcome in their home. Plus, she knew Ron was in the wrong and she had no idea what had come over him. Yes, he didn't like Malfoy's, or any Slytherins for that matter and he had a reckless temper that got him into trouble, but she had never seen him turn against his own friends.

She went to help them both up when she noticed Harry was gone.

Harry had apparated back to the Burrow, something that was meant to be impossible due to the anti-apparition wards on St. Mungo's and the Weasley home. He didn't even notice that he had just done something incredible as he was so angry. The fury radiated off him in waves, and everything around him was shaking. He stomped upstairs to his room and slammed it behind him so hard, it almost fell off it's hinges.

He packed everything into his school trunk and shrunk it so he could put it in his pocket, and then hurried to the bathroom to try and clean his face. His nose hurt like hell and he wished Hermione was there to fix it for him.

He muttered darkly to himself as he cleaned up and changed his clothes, he managed to fix his glasses before grabbing his invisibility cloak and walking out of the house, leaving no trace that he had just spend most of the summer holidays there.

He felt bad that he was leaving his family with no note or explanation but he hoped Mrs. Weasley would understand that he couldn't stay there with Ron any longer. He would never expect them to choose him over his ex-best friend and he wouldn't want them too, but it still hurt that he probably wouldn't be able to visit anymore.

He reached the edge of the wards and apparated to Muggle London where he used a simple disillusionment spell to make himself look different. Instead of his emerald green eyes and raven black hair, he had soft blue eyes and dirty blonde locks. He couldn't do much about his glasses, but at least his scar was no longer visible. He stood at the same height and he didn't know a spell to change his body so he just pocketed his wand and went strolling down the streets of London.

He ate at a small, shabby cafe and rented a room above a dark, dank pub near Trafalgar Square. Thankfully he still had some Muggle money from when he and Ron visited Hermione at her Muggle home. He watched some T.V while he led in bed and contemplated how the day had turned out.

'What the hell is wrong with him?' He thought to himself. 'He's been acting odd all day, becoming angry at the smallest of things, and the things he said about 'Mione? That is not like him at all, is it?'

Harry thought hard. He realized he HAD noticed small changes in Ron. They way he sometimes treated Hermione, Ginny and Molly. The way he would would play pranks on those younger than him. Yeah, the twins performed their tricks on youngsters, but for them it would be a laugh and they would never intentionally hurt anyone. If someone got hurt by one of Ron's pranks, he would laugh and dismiss them as being pansies and wussies.

What had gotten into him?

Harry eventually fell asleep with nothing but his thoughts. He dreamed of nothing that night and woke up around 8 o'clock. He hopped into the shower and enjoyed the downpour of burning hot water cascading down his broad, pale back. Harry tanned easily, but he would never go out into the sun without a shirt on, so he had golden brown hands, arms, legs and face but he had a lily white torso, back and ass.

He chuckled to himself as he caught a glimpse of said ass in the cracked mirror in the bathroom. He toweled himself dry and threw on a new pair of jeans and shirt he had bought in Diagon Ally over the summer. He had finally ditched Dudley's old clothes and he had treated himself to a completely new wardrobe of nicely flitting trousers, jeans, shorts and tops. He also bought himself new trainers and shoes and a pair of dragon-hide boots that gave his look a bit of an edge.

He hadn't wanted to go shopping but he had be forcibly dragged by Ginny, Hermione and Luna. He hadn't hated it, but he would have much rather done it alone. Things were still awkward between him and Ginny as they had split at the beginning of summer, after only being together for 6 months. They loved each other dearly, but more as Brother and Sister. Ginny had been heart-broken initially but she soon realized it was for the best and resumed her role of one of Harry's best girl mates.

Harry packed his belongings back into his trunk and yet again shrunk it so he could easily conceal it and made his way to Kings' Cross Station. He found the perfect apparition point and luckily ended up in an abandoned alleyway about 200 meters from the Station entrance. He used his cloak to get onto his platform without being noticed and found an empty compartment. He saw Ron and Hermione board the train, followed by Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Neville and Luna.

They were his friends, but he couldn't face them at that moment. So he turned away from the window and stared at the door. He knew Ron had probably spun up a load of shit about him, but he didn't really care. The papers have been making lies up about him for the last few years, so he was used to it.

He was just getting comfy when the compartment was entered by Malfoy's Slytherin friends. He considered making himself known but he couldn't be bothered by the drama that would unfurl after so he hastily climbed onto the luggage rail and squashed himself into a corner.

'It feels weird not being here with Draco.' Pansy Parkinson said reverently.

'Yeah right, I've not heard from him for a few weeks. Hope he's okay.' Blaise Zabini answered, almost carelessly. Theo Nott nodded. 'Me neither. I think he's making his own way to the castle. No idea why, his Father didn't mention it when I bumped into him in Diagon.'

Goyle just sat there looking gormless, staring out of the window. He missed Crabbe far too much and he could barely function without him.

Harry felt something akin to guilt in the pit of his stomach. He knew why Draco wasn't on the Express, and his own friends didn't, there was something wrong with that.

'I miss him.' Pansy said wistfully.

'We all do.' Blaise said. He and Draco were best friends, well, as friendly as Slytherins can get with each other.

'How do you think this year will turn out?' Theo asked the others.

'Not great, everyone hates us even though we haven't done anything wrong. We're going to get a lot of shit from the other houses, especially Gryffindor.' Blaise replied.

'Except Potter.' Goyle piped up.

The three others looked at him.

'He's too good a person to actively hurt us. He might not stop the others from bullying, but I'm sure he won't do anything himself. It's his obvious 'hero' complex.'

Blaise looked thoughtful. 'I think you're right, Goyle. For once.' He added with a small snicker. Goyle didn't even blink at the obvious insult. 'I personally never had a problem with Potter, it was him verses Draco. Always was. In fact, my Mother quite likes him.'

'Why?' Pansy asked.

Blaise shrugged. 'Not really sure, to be honest. I think she initially felt bad that his Parents died when he was a baby, but then the poor guy was bought up by magic hating Muggles and then to top it off there was all the lies that were all over the 'Prophet'. He's led a hard and hectic life and she believes he deserves some credit and I think she's right. He defeated the darkest Wizard of all time and he pretty much saved us all from being slaughtered or pushed into some sort of fucked up slavery ring.'

Pansy looked at the floor and she was trying not to cry. 'I feel so fucking awful. I basically tried handing him over to You-Know-Who, and all Potter was trying to do was save us, even the Slytherins, who bullied him and made his school-life hell for 6 years.'

Blaise placed his hand gently on Pansy's arm. 'You were scared. Stupid yes, but scared. We went through just as much shit as the other houses did, but the difference is nobody cared about what happened to us. Plus, we were silly kids with big mouths. That's how he'll look at it I reckon.'

For the first time since he hid on the luggage rail, Harry saw Pansy look hopeful. He noticed how unhealthy she really looked. Her long, straight and shiny brown hair was dull and limp and her face was pale. Pansy had dark shadows under her eyes and her bottom lip was chapped where she was continuously biting it.

'What happened to them?' Harry thought.

Theo sighed. 'We're in for a hell of a ride this year.'

Blaise and Pansy nodded. 'Did we make the right choice coming back?' She asked her friends.

'Of course we did, we are Slytherins! We are proud and we deserve our education like the rest of them. We weren't exactly nice people I know, but this whole War wasn't our fault and it's not fair that we're going to suffer. We are not going to be victims. We will walk in, with our heads held high and show them that we aren't evil and that we are people just like the rest of them!'

Blaise smiled at his usually quiet friend. 'I quite agree, Nott.' He replied affectionately.

'Me too. We can do this... I do hope Daphne and the others are okay. Their parents deemed it unsafe to travel with us and are escorting them personally.' Pansy said, taking a deep breath and resting her head against the seat.

'Maybe you should have done the same.' A malicious voice sounded from the doorway.

None of the Slytherins had heard the door open, and they all swung round to see Ron and Ginny standing in the door with their wands drawn.

They went to grab their own, but Ron took a step further. 'If you take your wands out, we will hurt you.' The anger in his voice made sure they sat still.

'No, no, no.' Ginny simpered when she saw Blaise's hand edging towards his pocket. She threw a stinging hex at him and he pulled his hand back with a yelp.

'We just wanted to say that we will be watching you. You don't own this school anymore. We loathe the fact that you came back, in fact, we loathe the fact you're alive. Filthy fucking Death Eaters.' Ron spat.

'Come near us, or anyone and we will get you thrown out. Then everyone will see you for the useless fucks you are.' Ginny said, an evil grin spreading across her pretty face. 'Goes for all of you.'

'We just want to finish school, we aren't going to cause any trouble.'

'Just as well, or you're going to end up like your disgusting friend.'

'Draco?' Pansy gasped.

'Yes Dwaco.' Ron mimicked with a laugh. Ginny sniggered. 'Missing him, are we Parkinson? Rumour has it you weren't his type but he still used you for his own entertainment. Rumour has it, they all did!' She cackled.

'Shut up, Weasley. The whole fucking school knows what you've been up to. Fucking Corner behind Potter's back. Some Gryffindor you are!' Blaise hissed, jumping to Pansy's defence.

'Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit.' Ron hissed. 'Don't ever fucking talk to my sister like that again!' He poked his wand harshly into Blaise's chest and muttered a one-worded spell.

Pansy gasped again. 'What are you doing!' She cried when she heard the spell he used. 'That's a dark spell!'

'And? Nobody is going to know are they? They aren't going to believe people like you.'

When Blaise began gasping for breath, Harry decided enough was enough. He literally rolled off the rack and surprised the whole group of teenagers. He surprised himself by landing on his feet.

He shot a locking charm at the door, and took the chance to take the Weasley's wands. Just to be sure, he took the Slytherins too.

'This will stop now.' He said darkly. There wasn't much room in the cabin, even though they had picked a large one. His legs were touching Pansy's and he was pretty much face to face with the angry red-heads.

'Potter. What the hell are you doing? Playing with the Snakes again?' He sneered.

'Why not? They're surprisingly much nicer than you. You're really quite something.'

'So what Ron said was true then?' Ginny hissed.

'No, Ginny. I'm not spending time with the Slytherins, but after that little show I'd much rather be friendly them than you. Both of you. Gin, I really thought more of you. So, is it true then, what Zabini said?' Harry tried to keep the cold look on his face, but he couldn't hide the hurt he felt. Ginny was his girlfriend and he had loved her, romantically, not for long, but she had been his friend for a long time before that.

'Harry, you're going to believe that thing, over us? Please, just come back with us and this whole thing can be forgotton...' She pleaded.

'And him? Nah, I'd rather be crucio'd repeatedly for an hour. I can't fucking believe you.'

'That can be arranged, traitor.'

Harry smirked at Weasley 'Right, okay! I think it's about time you left!' Harry said cheerfully. 'You can have your wands back when we get to school. I'll give them to McGonagall. I don't particularly want to see your faces again.'

'You'll fucking give it back n...'

'Erm, Won-Won. I have 7 wands in my hand right now, are you sure you want to argue with me?'

Harry unlocked the door with a flick of his wand. 'Leave. Now.' He demanded.

He gave Harry a dark, murderous look and stormed out of the cabin dragging Ginny with him. Harry sighed.

'I think I have some explaining to do.' He began apologetically, turning around to face the shell-shocked Slytherins.

They said nothing, but eyed the Gryffindor warily.

'I didn't mean to startle you, in fact I was just dozing off when they came in. You came in earlier and I was under my cloak as I didn't want to see anyone so I climbed up on the rail so there wasn't a confrontation. I wasn't trying to listen in on you or anything. Umm, I know what happened to Malfoy, although I don't know where he is now.'

'Tell us! Is he okay?' Pansy asked almost hysterically.

'He was beaten pretty badly and he ended up in hospital. I think they were people from the war who wanted to get revenge on ex Death Eaters.'

'But he wasn't...' Theo began.

'I know! I know he wasn't please believe me. Unfortunately not everyone shares my opinion.' He interrupted, inclining his head towards the door.

'Oh, poor Dray...' Pansy whispered.

'Yeah, I think he'll be okay though. He was receiving pretty good care when I saw him.'

'You saw him!?' Theo and Blaise said in unison.

'Yeah, by accident. I was in hospital too and I literally stumbled into his room.' Harry left out the part where Draco was being hurt, so he didn't cause the Slytherins anymore distress.

'You were in hospital again? You are always in the bloody hospital. You should really start to look after yourself more.' Blaise chided much to Harry's surprise.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle. The Italian Slytherin had a point.

It was rather awkward at first, but the 5 teens (well, 4 as Goyle was silent the whole time) managed to enter light conversation that lasted all the way back to the castle. Pansy had apologised profusely for what had happened in their last year and Harry had told her repeatedly that it was fine and she should really stop worrying about it. He told her all the worrying was giving her wrinkles, and advised her to stop before they became permanent. Blaise and Theo snorted in laughter and Pansy glared at the three men.

They got to Hogwarts and Harry went into the Great Hall a few moments after his new Slytherin friends. He wasn't in the mood to explain to everyone why he was with the Snakes and not his fellow Gryffindors.

Ron and Ginny glared at him and Harry pointedly ignored them. Hermione looked confused and torn, and she didn't know whether to greet her best friend or not. Ron had made it quite clear that he wanted nothing to do with Potter and had informed her that she had to choose her friends wisely. Hermione was a strong woman with an equally strong head, but she loved Ron and she just had no idea what to do. She offered him a weak smile and made an inward promise of making it up to him later.

Harry understood her pain and decided to make it easier on her by returning the smile and then ignoring her for the rest of the Headmaster's speech. He sat between Neville and Seamus and listened to what the Head had to say. He noticed that the students were giving him funny looks as he wasn't sat in his usual place with the other 2 parts of the golden trio. He tried to ignore them too.

'Good summer?' Neville asked, through a mouthful of food. It snapped Harry out of his daydream and he nodded.

'Not too bad thanks, what about you?'

'Yeah was great! Luna and I made it official, and she met my Grandmother and everything. She wasn't best impressed at first but I think Luna grew on her after a few weeks.' Neville said cheerfully.

'That's great mate!' Harry replied happily. At least someone had a good summer.

Seamus and Dean just stared at Harry. They had heard everything Ron had to say about the boy-who-lived and they weren't sure whether to believe it or not. Harry and Ron were both their friends and they simply did not know what to say.

'Ermm...' Seamus began awkwardly. 'What did you get up to?' He aimed the question at both Harry and Neville.

'Not much.' Harry replied shortly.

'Just spent time with Luna, really.' Neville shrugged.

'You must of done something Harry!' Seamus chirped. He noticed the glare that Harry was giving him and snapped his mouth shut. Now was not a good time to speak, obviously.

'Me and Dean went to see Ireland play Quidditch and then generally just got pisssed every weekend. Muggle London has some awesome clubs.'

'That's nice. How did you get in?'

'We're magic Harry.' Seamus said slowly, as if talking to a child. Harry couldn't help but laugh. 'Of course. Fake I.D or Confundus?'

Seamus just winked and Harry chuckled again. He wished the invitation had extended to him, he felt as if his whole holiday was wasted with Ron and Hermione.

'Next time, Owl me. I'd love to check out the nightlife. I don't get out often.' Harry said quietly and both Seamus and Dean nodded eagerly.

They finished their meal in a comfortable silence and when Harry finished he walked to McGonagall's office and waited for her to finish her supper. He stood with his back to the wall and had one leg propped up on the grey stones. He twiddled his wand between his fingers and had the Weasley's wands tucked under his armpit.

'Mr Potter, what are you doing?' McGonagall said as she approached the Gryffindor. Harry jumped and snapped his head up.

'Sorry Professor.' He mumbled. 'Ronald and Ginny tried using their wands against the Slytherins on the train, so I took them away and I thought it would be best to give them to you as I don't think I could hold my temper if I see either of them.'

'I see. And what of your other friends?'

'I think they're fine. They won't act out against the others, unless Ron poisons their minds.' He grumbled.

'Is there anything thing else?' She asked as she took the wands away from Harry.

'Yeah, Ron used a dark curse on Blaise Zabini. I don't know what it was, but it made it hard for him to breathe.'

Minerva frowned. 'I shall talk to Mr Zabini and Professor Snape in the morning. Thankyou Potter, I'll see you first thing for class.'

Harry nodded and left. He had no idea where he was going to go, there's no way he could sleep in the same room as Ronald. Then he remembered, he could always use the Room of Requirement! With a satisfied nod, he turned on his heel and marched toward the third floor.

He paced three times and the door appeared. He snuck in, checking the hallway for students and firmly shut the door. The room had provided him with everything he could need, even a pair of pj's and he chuckled at the rooms choice of green and silver decor. He threw his new clothes on and climbed into the soft, squashy bed.

AN: And there we go, chapter one done! It's long, I know but the next chapters probably will be a bit shorter. Hope you enjoyed it! Much love x