Disclaimer: Characters belong to J.K Rowling, no money is being made my general love of writing and for those out there who love to read. The story plot is entirely my own 

Warnings: This fic is slash, so if you don't like that sort of thing, don't read it. At the moment I'm not sure what the eventual rating will be, so at the moment we'll just keep it at M for later scenes.

Authors Note: This is my first fic, hope you like it. Reviews are greatly appreciated, loved even. Many thanks to my friend Japanese Geshia Doll who proof-read. I am looking for a BETA so send me a message if you're interested.

Chapter 1: Day 1

Harry stood absent mindedly by the staircase waiting for Ron and Hermione. His arms were casually resting on a banister and he looked deep in thought. His school shirt was hanging out from his trousers and his hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in a while, he looked like he did almost every other day. Despite his messy appearance there was no denying that Harry had turned from a scrawny pale boy into a sex god. Harry was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the pair of mercury grey eyes watching his every move.

Draco was watching Harry with intent and took pleasure at the fact that Harry didn't know that he was looking at him. That and because Draco had placed himself carefully so that no one would be able to see him. He took in Harry's unkempt hair and his vacant expression and smiled to himself when he saw that one of the Gryffindor's shoe laces was coming undone. Then before anyone could come along and question what he was doing, he headed back down the corridor which he had come from just as he heard Granger's scolding of Harry's appearance. Smirking to himself, Draco thought about his carefully laid out plan……

The Great Hall was quickly filling up with students eagerly rushing to get to breakfast before their first class. The enchanted plates in the centre of the large dining tables were constantly being refilled with a variety of rolls, pastries, cheeses and drinks. At the Gryffindor table Ron and Hermione were arguing vehemently about Ron's potions essay which was due this afternoon while Harry stirred his pumpkin juice without listening to his friend's ranting.

"RON! I will NOT write you potions essay for you, what is the point of that?"

"But 'Mione, why not? You used to always write them for me!"

"Yes, well I've decided that this year, I'm not going to write your essay's for you!"

"How will I pass potions if you don't write my essay's for me? You know that Snape grades me down no matter what I write and I only just scrape through when you write them!"

"Well, perhaps you should pay attention in class more often and actually TRY at your schoolwork. That goes for you too Harry, I'm not writing your essay's this year either…… Harry?"

When Harry failed to answer and continued to stir his juice abstractly without really paying much attention to what was going on around him.

"Harry, why are you stirring your pumpkin juice with a breadstick?"just as Hermione said this part of the breadstick disintegrated and fell with a small 'plop' into the juice, unbeknownst to Harry.

"Mate, are you alright? You've hardly said a word all morning let alone this week. What's up?"

Harry snapped out of his thoughts to smile sheepishly at his friends, "Don't mind me, I just have a lot on my mind at the moment". Then turning away from them he continued to stir his pumpkin juice with the breadstick which was rapidly disintegrating.

On the other side of the hall, Draco was watching with amusement as the chunks of the breadstick continued to fall into Harry's pumpkin juice. Chuckling to himself as he watched Granger and Weasley worry about their friend, knowing full well why he was so distracted. It had to do with him really although Harry had no idea about that….. he wouldn't know until Draco felt that that time was right.

*FLASHBACK*

An owl landed on near Harry's bed, it looked around for a place to land between Harry's sprawled out legs and his rumpled sheets. Instead the owl chose to land on the bedside table next to his bed and hooted loudly when the boy failed to realise that the owl was there. Harry woke suddenly and rubbed his eyes wearily and looked at the owl with a feeling of disdain and annoyance. Having been woken up after he had little sleep that night because he had stayed up with Ron to finish a particularly long potions assignment hadn't improved his mood. Glaring at the owl he managed without the help of his glasses to grab the letter the owl was carrying, however he didn't manage to avoid the nasty bite it delivered to him. "Bloody bird, it's not my fault that you had to wait. Blame Professor Snape", mumbling to himself he opened the scroll and after he had fumbled around for his glasses he started to read the parchment.

My dear Harry,

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body
mine
only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard,
breast,
hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

I hope that this poem expresses my feelings better than I would have been able to myself. I hope that over the next few weeks that I will be able to win my affections, only when I can be sure of your feelings will I reveal myself, it is not that I don't wish for you to know who I am, it is because I feel so deeply for you that I could not take the disappointment if you did not share my feelings.

Your faithful admirer

Harry blinked, once, twice and then proceeded to read it over again, taking in all the details and memorising each line. Immediately he started to think about whom his admirer could be, or whether this was indeed a hoax played by one of the other boys in the dorm. While puzzling over who the author of the letter could possibly be, Harry got up and headed to the showers to get ready for the morning. Secretly he hoped that his admirer was true, he had been quite lonely; however he didn't want to get his hopes up just in case it wasn't true. Smiling to himself he entered the bathrooms and decided that he would wait to see how this turned out.

At the other end of the castle, Draco was sitting on his bed with his hands behind his head. Totally at peace with himself, he was quite looking forward to his seduction of the Gryffindor, he would never lose in a bet against anyone, let alone Blaise Zabini. Blaise had insulted his seduction skills and so he had taken on the challenge of seducing the one and only Harry Potter. Smiling to himself he wondered how Harry had taken the poem which he had sent, getting up he decided that he would find out at breakfast since he knew that Potter was particularly expressive of how he was feeling.

Draco had the entire seduction planned out, he would start with letters perhaps the odd gift or two and then he would ease Harry into the idea of who he might be. "I bet he thinks I'm a girl", he said to himself, that thought was particularly pleasing. Frowning, Draco thought about all the problems he might encounter. If Harry happened to mention this to anyone, then there might be someone claiming to be that person, which would be darn right annoying. Draco noted to himself that he would have to keep a close eye on Harry to see his reactions so that he would be able to plan his next step carefully so that the Gryffindor fell utterly and completely for him. He felt kind of bad that he was using this bet as an excuse to pursue his childhood crush, but without the bet it would have seemed completely out of character. Deep down though, he hoped that Harry would accept him when he found out who his admirer was.

*END FLASHBACK*

As all the other students finished their breakfast, Ron and Hermione nudged Harry and all three left the Great Hall to collect their books before heading to their first class. Draco watched beneath his lashes as Harry walked out of the Great Hall, narrowly avoiding knocking a first year over much to the delight of Draco. Smiling to himself he though, "This is going to be easier than I thought".

A/N

Well hope you liked the first chapter. The next one should be up sometime within a week. Please review!

The poem in this chapter was "To A Stranger" by Walt Whitman with a few words cut out here and there 