Draco Malfoy lived a privileged life. He woke up in his dorm room under the lake that lay outside of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The sun was streaming through the water. The sky was clear, his bed was warm. And Merpeople tore apart their daily breakfast of three eyed fish. Blood spilled into the water, tainting the scenery outside of his window a light red. It made Draco reflect on the simpler things in life.
"Are you ready?" Blaise, Draco's best mate, asked from his side of the room. Normally, a Malfoy heir would require a personal dorm, but Blaise is one of the few people that Draco didn't mind sharing space with.
"Of course." Draco mumbled as he grabbed his dragon leather satchel and followed Blaise to the long, underground hall that let to the Hogwarts castle.
"We have a big day today." Blaise began. "We have the Hogsmead trip this evening, Defense against the Dark Arts this morning, and double potions with the Gryffindors this afternoon." Blaise read their schedule from a tainted paper scroll, and slipped it back in his satchel once he had finished with it.
Draco mentally groaned. He didn't mind Hogsmead, or double potions. But the thought of sharing two classes with the Gryffindors in one day was agonizing. Draco could feel the teeth of aggravation sink into his subconscious at the thought of dealing with Potter for a majority of the day. However, somewhere in the back on his mind loved the idea of spending almost the entire day within close proximity to potter made his stomach drop. Draco almost threw up at the thought as soon as it had passed and shoved it far from his mind.
Blaise noticed the expression on his face and smirked.
"Thinking about Potter again are we?" He asked in a teasing manor. Draco quickly composed a look of neutrality on his face.
"Only what a nuisance he is."
"Oh I'm sure. If he is such a bother, why antagonize him all the time?" Draco shrugged and began climbing the tall steps to the grand hall for breakfast.
"He is a prat. And he deserves it." Draco said simply. Blaise took his tone as a hint to drop the subject, and he did. Blaise and Draco took their seats next to Pansy at the Slytherin table and tucked into their meal.
"Hogsmead is going to be a blast." Pansy said with a mouth full of bread. "Honestly, I have been wanting a new winter Cloak since October. It's a relief to get some shopping done for a change. I mean, anything is better than the dreaded school store here. Once, I found a-"
Draco blocked out Pansy's voice and began to scan the Gryffindor table for Potter. He finally noticed the short boy with unkempt hair, and tan skin enter from the west wing. The bushy haired girl was with him, as well as the Weasely boy. Both jabbering about something that kept Potter nodding in agreement.
Draco scowled and watched them take their seats. Once seated, Potters eyes suddenly shifted and caught his own. Draco was a bit shocked at the sudden eye contact and scowled as a reaction. Potter's brow rose and he gave Draco an annoyed look before turning back to his friends.
"Draco?" Blaise asked next to him. Draco glanced at his friend.
"Huh?" He asked.
"I asked if you are going to Hogsmead." Draco sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"Of course. Anything to get out of this castle..." Draco mumbled before going back to his brooding and most certainly not looking at Harry Potter.
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"Defense against the Arts was brutal." Blaise mumbled rubbing a sore muscles in his neck. Probably a bi product of sleeping in class. Draco shrugged. Like other classes, he didn't pay much attention. He knew that his father paid the teachers to give him good marks anyway. Draco didn't see the point in paying attention with such logic.
"Well, we have double potions and the rest of the day for Hogsmead." Draco said in a lame attempt to cheer him up. Despite that, Blaise perked up.
"Oh yeah! I'm gonna buy a Octalime." Draco rolled his eyes. He had once eaten an Octalime and recalled in horror as the tart fruit gave him eight arms, legs, and eyes. Draco certainly didn't want to be around his best friend for that off putting transformation.
"I'll probably get some reading done at the pub." Blaise nodded in agreement and opened the door to the potions classroom. Slytherins sat one the left side of the room and Gryffindors littered the right. Blaise and Draco took their normal seats right behind Potter and his band of misfits.
Soon, professor Snape entered the room in a flourish and demanded that all notes, books, ink, and quills be taken out immediately because he will not tolerate rustling around during such an important lesson.
Potter laughed at something the red head said, and Draco shot the back of Potter's head one final glare before slouching into his chair and letting his mind drift off until the lesson was done.
Blaise and Draco followed Pansy toward the carriages that would take them to Hogsmead. Pansy rattled on about nothing, and Blaise walked silently beside him. Draco wanted to feel the amount of excitement he saw around him. People of all houses chattered happily about their trip to Hogsmead. Among the crowd, a certain group of misfits caught his attention. Potter, the red head, and the bushy Granger girl all stood next the Professor Mcgonagall.
"You guys save me a seat. I'll be there in a sec." Blaise, who was used to Draco running off, gave a short nod before heading toward the Slytherin carriage.
Draco made his way toward the group with stealth and stood behind them. Pretending to work on a paper as he listened to the conversation.
"It's not fair Professor! Harry turns seventeen next week! He should be able to go without permission. And you know how hard his home situation is." The girl, Granger, said. The professor nodded solemnly.
"I am aware of this, Miss Granger. However I cannot simply ignore the rules for one student. I'm sorry." Weasley stepped in next.
"What if my mom gives permission? He stays with us during the summer anyway!" The Professor sighed.
"I am sorry. But we all know the rules. Harry, I am afraid that this months trip to Hogsmead must be left unattended. Now, I suggest you find your carriages Miss Granger. Mr Weasley. Least you wish to stake out this unfortunate act along with Mr. Potter." The professor finished and turned away to help load students onto the awaiting carriages.
"Just go guys. Bring me back some Every Flavor Jellies." Potter said with a weak smile. You could tell he was put out by the turn of events and Draco even felt a pang of sympathy for him.
"Are you sure Harry? We don't mind staying with you." Potter laughed with a weak smile. Granger hugged Potter and Draco almost gagged. Weasley said his goodbyes and Potters loyal friends boarded the carriage for Hogsmead.
Draco decided that he may as well find his seat also and left the scene to locate Blaise and Pansy.
"A pint of Firebutter please." Draco said to the waitress as she came to take Draco's order. Blaise had let him at the entrance of the Pub to go locate Octalimes. He promised he would bring one back and Draco refused profusely. Draco didn't see a need to do homework, so in his free time he found he quite enjoys reading. He was currently working on a long autobiography of Nicolas Flame. A wizard that founded the philosophers stone.
As the waitress placed his drink in front of him and Draco pressed a few Gallons in tip toward her. He enjoyed this. The simplicity of sitting at a table reading as society continued to function around him. Draco reached into his satchel and pulled out his book before turning to the appropriate page and began reading.
Draco had just started in on a heart racing part where Nicolas Flame had been caught by the Ministry of Magic and the stone was about to be confiscated when something suddenly bumped into him and he spilled his jug of Firebutter all over his woven gray clock.
"What in the bloody hell." Draco said as he turned around to face his assailant but say nothing behind him. Draco looked in shock at the empty space and was about to turn around until he heard a release of breath.
"Potter?" Draco asked. He must have been wearing the bloody invisibility cloak. Potter shushed him and stepped forward.
"I believe you are supposed to be back at the castle." Draco said with a smirk. He could feel Potter's anxiety spike as he leaned forward.
"Malfoy, if it is the only good thing you ever do. Keep you're mouth shut." Draco scanned the crowd for a professor and noticed Snape sitting at a table across the way.
"But Potter!" Draco said loudly. Snape heard him and snapped his gaze to his from across the room. "How else would I get a chance to look at this cloak of yours?" Potter began to turn away, but he reached out and grasped the silky fabric in his hand and tugged. Revealing Potters crouched form. Snape stood from his table and began walking toward the scene.
"Asshole." Potter hissed at him. "You'll die alone." Draco shrugged and watched as Snape grasped Harry by the arm and began dragging him out of the Pub. Whispering in his ear about just how much trouble he was going to be in.
Draco smirked and re settled himself into his seat.
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That night, Draco tucked himself into bed feeling that another fine day had been accomplished. He slept through class. He enjoyed Hogsmead, He had gotten 200 points taken from Gryffindor, and he had finished his book. All in all, a very accomplished day. He allowed himself to watch the Mermaids fight in the lake outside of his window as he drifted off to sleep.
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"Babe." A voice entered Malfoy's dreams. "Come on. Babe, wake up. We are going to be late for potions." Draco groaned. His head felt like he had just rammed it into the castle wall. Why was Blaise calling him babe? Why did Blaise sound different? Did he have a cold?
Draco decided that it was to early to care, and flipped onto his back and pressed a pillow into his face.
"Lemme sleep." Draco mumbled. A chuckle sounded next to him and to Draco's sleepy shock, the bed shifted as somebody climbed on.
Not only did somebody climb onto his bed, but somebody climbed onto him. A body straddled his hips and two firm hands cradled his face. Before Draco could react, soft lips pressed down on his and teeth caught his bottom with in a tiny nuzzle.
"Wake up, love." the voice whispered against his lips.
Draco was wide awake. He shot out of bed and the body on top of him fell to the side of his bed with a surprised yelp.
Draco stood beside the bed and looked down at his assailant in shock.
"Potter?" He spat. Potter laid on his floor in an awkward position. His face looked a bit hurt, but he pulled himself up. Draco sputtered when he realized that Potter was only wearing a pair of small boxer briefs.
"Hey. Don't be an asshole. What is wrong with you?" Potter asked walking toward him. Draco took a step back.
"What are you doing in my room? How did you get into the Slytherin Dorm? Why are you naked." Potter shook his head and gave Draco a weird look.
"Well, Blaise let me into the dorm so I could surprise you. I have a key to your room. Speaking of why I am naked, where did you throw my clothes?" Potter asked looking around the room for a moment. Draco starred at Potter. Clearly, he was crazy and Draco needed to confront Blaise.
Draco walked past Potter, averting his eyes and Potter bent down to pick up his pants. He stalked out of the room and thankfully found Blaise sitting in the commons.
"What. The. Hell." Draco hissed as he approached his best friend. Blaise looked up from his homework and smirked as Draco drew near.
"Sup' stud. How was you're night?" He asked wiggling his eye brows. The movement made Draco want to punch him.
"Want to tell me why you let Potter into my room?" Draco ground out. Blaise got the hint that Draco was clearly upset. He leaned away from him a bit and kept his wand close at hand.
"You're mad that I allowed you to get some with your boyfriend?"
"Excuse me?" Draco said in a dangerous voice.
"Harry wanted to surprise you!" Blaise said, his hands up in a defensive position.
"Harry?!" Draco yelled incredulously.
"You're boyfriend?" Blaise yelled back. Draco groaned and ran his hands through his hair.
"My boyfriend? What are you talking about?" Blaise shot off the couch and placed a hand on Draco's forehead for a moment before Draco brushed it off anger.
"Are you sick?" Blaise questioned.
"No! Why would you think that?" Draco demanded. He glanced back to his dorm room. Thankful that it was still shut.
"Because for some odd reason, you seem to think that you are not dating Harry Potter."
What did you think? I think this will be a five chapter fanfiction. Please forgive any grammar mistakes or spelling. English is not my first language but some of my english friends read this over and tell me what to correct. Please read and review so I have strength to write the next chapter soon!