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Disclaimer: Harry Potter Characters and all things associated with the book series, are all from the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling and in no way what so ever belong to me. Though I'm asking for them for Christmas. nn;; I don't think I'll get them though. Pouts.

Notes: In every chapter there will be a line of a poem called "Suicidal Tendencies" as the chapter title for lack of a more creative idea. So, thusly there should be about a good 16 chapters. This poem is copyrighted to Angelic Darkness, (a.k.a Me), at ?info/dp/Angelic20Darkness

Well, I think that's all!

With love,

Silver Goddess Katrina .

Suicidal Tendencies

"Do you ever wish you were someone else?" The silky voiced shadowy form of the Silver Prince drawled out. Draco Malfoy turned away from the retreating back of his father to watch the shadows of Hogwarts School, of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As usual, Harry Potter stood there not knowing what to answer the sad slitheran boy in his dreams eye. Harry honestly didn't know why the pitiful look on Dracos' face made his heart ache. Or what had happened with the Malfoy heir and his Father just prior to those soft echoing words. What he did know was that he wanted more then anything to reach out and comfort the almost silver haired boy. But every time Harry reached, he started to wake up.

6 am Dark Hour a week into first term Harry Potter

Yet again that week, Harry's dream faded out as the morning broke into the sky and stared to shine in the windows of the Gryffindor Tower. The dark haired boy-who-lived, had grown used to leaving a small slit of his drapes open so the sun was always the first thing he saw, but, it didn't seem to be working like that since he had gotten back to school this year. Since the first day he met the Ice Prince of Slitheran he had thought he was the most beautiful person in the world. Then again, he still was. And yet again the bloody dream left him with a morning woody he had to will away before he could even think about getting up. Of course, it wouldn't do to admit that about, not only another male, but his most sworn enemy. Well, his worst enemy in school that is. Heaving a heavy sigh Harry swung himself out of bed, shirtless with a pair of sleep pants that used to fit his cousin, Dudley Dursley, at age eight, and were still baggy on Harry at sixteen. Of course, the Pajama's being overly big made it so that one could see the whole of his lithe but strong form, see every line and abdominal muscles that Harry had gained over 6 years of Quitich practice and games and the more recent helping out at the Burrow with the Weasley family.

One Hermione Granger didn't mind that fact at all as she just happened to walk in, as usual to hand one of her best guy friends that was awake already and mug of green tea. "Morning Harry, sleep alright?" She flashed a smile then settled in to the middle of his bed as he pulled open the drapery and pulled out his parchment, quill and portable bed table that Hermione had given him for his birthday. "Yea, right enough." "Even though I've been having strangely erotic dreams about a certain blonde slitheran. No! Very bad Harry!" After turning up a lantern on his bedside table he watched her pull her things from her own bag. Being male, and continuingly trying to prove to himself he had no interest what so ever sexually in any males, namely the Malfoy heir, he took time in noticing that Hermione was very much a mature young witch now. Her hair had stopped being so frizzy and after the incident in the fourth year she now had very straight and perfect sized teeth which gave her a beautiful smile. Then there was the fact that Hermione had been favoring the latest teen muggle fashions in her night wear, currently being in a long sleeved, but short enough to show off her flat stomach black top that read "Witch" in evil red letters with a pair of hip hugging black pajama pants to match it. The irony of the shirt wasn't lost on any muggle raised in Gryffindor. "Hey 'Moine, you plan on hogging my bed now do you?" Harry smirked as he plopped back down on his bed and thusly upset Hermiones' carefully set work stuff. "Harry James Potter! Can't you be serious in the morning at all?" Said as she playfully smacked his bare chest, at this he reached around and tickled the back of her knee before smiling a famous, heart melting, smile at her and picking her things up and placing them on the portable little table that lay in front of them. A groan from one of the other beds in the room made them realize that they were once again being far too loud, especially, for six in the morning on a Saturday. Together they put their heads in and started to work once again, on their Christmas gift to Ron Weasley while he slept peacefully in the bed just over a few feet away. And of course every morning Ron would awake wondering why they would wake up so early to "do homework" but thinking nothing really of it. They were after all, his two best friends.

Not all that much later at breakfast, the Golden Trio was sitting at a nearly empty Gryffindor table eating and talking about how their first week of classes went when Ron looked up and gave a soft growl in the back of his throat. "Bloody great." Ron muttered under his breath. "Aw, the dragon himself graces us." Hermione sighed waving her hand dismissively and returned to reading the Daily Prophet as both boys gave her a weird look. Harry turned just in time to see the luscious Draco Malfoy walk into the hall looking as if he's just stepped off a modeling shoot in a pair of sexy black jeans, both tight and loose in all the right places, with a light grey button up shirt, un-tucked and un-buttoned just a bit to show off a bit of purely un-touched looking chest. His hair, which he had started to wear down more often lately, was just brushing the corners of his eyes and the usual smirk playing on his lips always made him look perfectly the devil he was. And even as the two males of the trio looked on Malfoy casually looked over and instead of some menacing scowl or a loud comment, the Prince of Slitheran just gave a cheery grin and then went on to pouring himself some coffee. "Did he just?" "What the hell?" The boys said at the same time and it was Hermione's turn to give them a weird look. "What?" Both boys looked at each other. And muttered something about imagining things or going mental and they all stood up to leave the great hall. None of them looked over to notice the hungry look in Draco Malfoys' eyes as they followed the group till they were out of sight.

Nauseous feelings rolled in Harry's stomach all morning. He had formed something like a plan to prove to himself he was straight. He was going to shag Hermione. Being pretty positive that she was interested in him, and remembers her in a slightly drunken state in the barn at the Weasleys' stating that she's rather lose her virginity to one of her best friends then some guy she barely knew. So why not give it a shot? As Ron walked off towards Neville and Seamus Harry grabbed Hermione's arm softly and pulled her back, getting her a bit closer then a friend might usually, while putting a had on the small of her back. She didn't seem to mind. "Hey," He whispered. "Meet me in the room of requirements at three, I have this great idea but we both have to come up with a way to lose Ron." The brown haired girl blinked at him but shrugged. "Okay?" Harry knew it was a risk, what he was going to ask, and rather, also tell Hermione he hadn't even told Ron about. Harry Potter, the not so pure, Wizarding world hero, smirked watching Hermione hurry up to tug Rons' sleeve and ask if they were going to the library now because she had something she just simply had to do at three to four. All he did know was that this was a suicide mission, weather he went after Hermione or Draco. Then again, there was always both.

Harry spent most of the afternoon with his two best friends doing homework and studying, but as one-thirty rolled around he found himself starring out the library windows longer and longer, finally he gathered his stuff and stood, slipping a note artfully under Hermione's parchment as he did and looked across to the two whose eyes had flown up, Hermione's hand creeping the note to her lap as she asked him, "Are you leaving already. Harry you've barley made a dent in anything!" The wonder boy shrugged. "Come 'Mione, I need to stretch myself out some, go for a ride. Plus, I'm not nearly as far behind as Ron, after all, we worked on it this morning." He smirked knowing she couldn't argue for fear of giving away their secret gift. With a great sighed she glared at him. "True enough. I'll see you later Harry." Muttered, as she looked down to her lap to swiftly read the note. Herm' I'll be to the room at three to three-thirty. Love Harry The girl nodded just the slightest bit as Harry waved good-bye to them. After dropping his stuff in his room and grabbing his firebolt, Harry took off almost at a run outside, jumping on his broom and zooming off almost before he was fully out the grand doors of Hogwarts. Wind whipping through his hair, the ground speeding below him as he sped at un-imaginable speeds through the air, this was his heaven. And Harry Potter, the boy left with nothing but a name for 11 years, was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Although he was enjoying himself immensely going at top speeds with wind chill made it cold, fast. Which is why two-forty-seven found him trudging up the third floor and thinking very hard on the door to appear while pacing back and forth. He was wind blown and his hair was even messier then usual, firebolt in hand and shirt undone all the way showing off his sweaty muscles, (something he had decided might help his quest some). Harry figured he was as ready for what was about to happen as anyone could be and turned the door knob opening the door in time to hear a muffled moan. Freezing, he carefully looked around the door to see something that would have thrown even Dumbledore for a loop, Hermione, the Prefect, Granger, was knelling betweens a pair of thighs with her head down, profile to Harry, sucking on something that Harry didn't even know she knew existed, and judging from the way the receivers head was thrown back, robes smothering his face, doing a very good job at it. Suddenly his body tensed and Hermione pulled back just in time to get creamy white stuff squirted in her face. Cheeks red and chest heaving in labored breath the brown haired girl smirked up at the person graced with her ministrations and nearly purred, "Well, was that better then this morning then?" And the huffing male sitting lazily on the couch finally pulled the robes out of his face and while smoothing his silvery blonde hair back, smirked. "Oh yes, Granger, much better."

A/N: Gee, can anyone guess? Next chapter: Attempts Are Moral Enemies
We find out who's getting the blow of their lives in the Requirement room. Is it Ron in a wig? Has Hermie' learned a new trick or two? We'll get a clue to what Rons' surprise is. How Harry's going to react and what's going to happen if he still wants to try to shag Hermione. And, if not, who'll take the boy-who-liveds' virginity!? R&R!!