~Pumpkin Pasty~

Harry woke up to an excruciatingly loud assortment of bangs and sparks coming from the Weasley's living room. He could faintly make out the sound of Mrs. Weasley hollering for the twins to "shut off that racket or she'd have them skinned." One of
their

firework displays had made its way into Harry and Ron's room, and Ron's snores would've drowned it out if the firework hadn't gone and set fire to his pillowcase. Harry let out a shout and fumbled for his wand, shooting a stream of water at Ron's
/literally fiery hair. Ron screamed and tumbled onto the hardwood floor.

"Good morning Ronnie!" Yelped Fred, bounding into their shared room, "you enjoying our send-off? We ought to give you a proper one for your-"he snickered "eighth year."

George skipped into the room, cackling, while Ron continued to try and stuff his head under his bedsheets. Harry let out a snicker.

"Morning George, and how did you sleep last night?"

George sighed dramatically, placing a hand to his heart as if he were pining "Well enough darling, but not as well without you to keep my bed warm."

Ron began to fake sob into his hands asFred and George giggled and laughed their way out of the room.

"Harry if you keep hitting on them I swear to Merlin I WILL kick you out."

Harry rolled out of bed and began to pull on his red,Weasley-knitted socks. "Nonsense Ronnie-kins, you know your mum loves me too much."

"That she does," mumbled Ron as he crawled toward his rickety dresser, "Probably loves you morethan she loves your little boy toys right now."

As the boys pulled on their clothes for the train ride to their first day back at Hogwarts, the smell of cooking wafted up to their bedroom.

"Jesus I need food..." Muttered Harry as he traipsed sleepily down the long,winding stairs. His worriesabout returning to his old school crept back on him, especially ones concerning a certain blonde from the treacherous Slytherin house.
His

fears dissipated for a moment as he collided into a frizzy-haired young woman. Hermione had definitely grown out of her childish looks, and now Ron had a really hot girlfriend. Which Harry would only care about, you know, if he actually liked

girls.

"G'morning Harry, did the wake up call reach your room today?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ginny, who fell in step along side them as they meandered towards the breakfast table. "It was rather impressive though, don't you think?" Ginny said, and Harry sat down, letting them talk. How girls were so cheerful in
the

morning, he had no idea.

Breakfast was short, andafter the lovely fireworks fiasco,they had little time to eat and prepare. Mr. Weasley would be accompanyingthem to the station, and as they levitated their trunks across platform 9 and 3/4, Harry couldn't help
but

grin as the wonders of the wizarding world all came rushing back to him.

"You really missed this place,huh?" Said Ginny softly, bumping her hip against his. Ever since Ron and Hermione grew closer, Ginny and Harry had become best friends. Now she instead of Ron and Hermione had to deal with Harry's piningwoes and
/worries. Not that she minded- gossip wasindeed Ginny's life support.

As they waved goodbye to Mr. Weasley, they made their way to the very last compartment to see Luna Lovegood and Neville, snuggled up in the corner of the seat.

"Oh hello everyone," said Luna in her breezy tone "It hasbeen a while, hasn't it?"

Ron grinned "Hey Luna, it's good to see you guys."

Hermione and Ginny exchanged a knowing look and sat down on either side of Harry, leaving Ron to sit by the very...affectionate couple.

"So Ginny, nice summer?"

The compartment was filled with chatter as always, about the classes and old faces, etc. Harry stepped out for air when they landed on the subject of Remus Lupin's funeral, which had occurred just a few weeks before their return to Hogwarts. He and
Tonks

were buried alongside Sirius and Harry's parents, in Godric's Hollow. Just the thought of seeing his father's best friend, part of his family, lowered into the ground, made him sick to his Harry made his way back to the compartment

with his newfound trolley food, he was caught off guard as he collided with a tall skinny boy, and fell quite dramatically on top of him.

"Jeez Potter! Watch it, please."

Harry's head jolted at the familiar, steely voice. But it couldn't be Malfoy, because, who had heard of a Malfoy who said please?

Harry froze, unsure how to respond when an attractive, hell, downright sexy Draco Malfoy,was lying on top of him?

"Um, well, um,"

Jesus potter what are you doing, get a grip you blubbering hypogriff!

"S-sorry Malfoy. My bad."

Draco looked as equally indifferent lying on top of Harry as he always did.

"S'alright."

Draco reached over Harry's shoulder, brushing his chest with his pale hands. Harry tensed, his eyes growing wide as Dracos hand moved, lightly touching Harry's toned face.

"Pumpkin Pasty?" Draco smirked and placed the treat on Harry's chest before pushing himself off, ridiculously slowly,and walking, no, strutting, in the opposite direction, towards his own compartment.

Harry sat up, taking slow, deep, tremoring breaths as he shook himself, wondering what the hell did Malfoy do to him.

Malfoy was practically glowing when he re-entered his slytherin compartment containing only Pansy Parkingson, and Blaise Zabini. While Blaise and Pansy were not in the least homophobic (just straight)

They could only handle Draco's ridiculous gayness in small doses. Well, Blaise anyway. Pansy listened to Draco's stories and weekly love interests like they were the most interesting things in the world. And to be truthful, most of the time they had
been

pretty eventful. Andwhen Draco re-emerged actually smiling, Pansydid not hesitate to try and decode his

slap-happy grin.

"Spill Draco! What've you done? Who did you shag in a dark closet this time? Was it Longbottom? You know he's grown decently attractive and we know you have a thing for the Gryffindors,"

Draco made a face

"Pansy, please. You know that the Ravenclawsare so much more attractive. And Longbottom can't have sex, let alone good sex."

Pansy sighed "Ah yes, of course. Terry Boot is rather attractive isn't he. I remember when he was drunk and you-"

Blaise made a face

"Pansy please, I'm trying to digest chocolate here, I don't need any of Draco's sandalous sex stories, though I'm sure there are quite a few."

Draco smirked and wiggled his eyebrows "Yes, quite a few."

"Well of course there was the weasley twin."

Draco tittered "Ah yes"

"Now did you do one or two?"

Pansy cocked her head in mock contemplation

"It must've been both." Draco replied

"At the same time?"

Draco gasped dramatically

"Pansy how scandalous!I would never- at the same time? That situation was only reserved for those drunk Hufflepuffs, and I was drunk too, soooo..."

"Draco dear, when you have sex you're always drunk."

Draco gave her a warning look, and pansy put her hands up as if in resignation, rolling her eyes

"Except for Smith." They said in unison- Draco with a reminiscent look on his face, Pansy with a look of utter disgust.

"Ah, Smith was good. Did you know that when he-"

"Okay ENOUGH."

Pansy and Draco giggled furiously, while Blaiserolled his eyes.

"You are both sexual predators, you know that? Draco is a fucking sex machine."

Draco put on hisbest seductive face "you know Blaise, if you ever decide you're up for some experiments..."

Blaise stood up abruptly, a look of horror on his face, while Pansy shook in silent laughter.

"I, um, Ineed some air, I'm going to track down the trolley while you talk bad gay sex."

Pansy scooted closer to Draco as soon as Blaise shut the compartment door, glaring at him.

Draco stammered under her gaze

"W-what?! It's no biggie really..."

"Spill."

Draco gulped as he recounted the scene with Potter Inthe hallway. Tall, tan, sexy potter...

Pansy gave him the look.

"Aw fuck pansy no"

"Draco do you know what you just did?!"

Draco glanced at her sceptically

"I think you justseduced Harry Potter."

First chapter people~ idk who would possibly be reading this but I hope you enjoy