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Chapter One: Getting Started:

A few weeks had passed since they had returned to Hogwarts. Since there were only fourteen Gryffindor's, twelve Ravenclaws, ten Hufflepuffs and seven Slytherins; all eight years had been moved to their own private dorm. Draco was surprisingly thrilled and not so surprisingly annoyed by this new arrangement.

The setting was more than enough for his standards the company however was to be questioned.

They were housed in one of the many towers in the castle. The circular common room was decorated in the different house colours with comfortable chairs overflowing with cushions and blankets surrounding the fire place and tables dotted around for study.

Large windows lined the walls allowing sunlight to illuminate the room at any time of day and moonlight to filter through during the night casting eerily beautiful shadows that Draco still found strange after previously living in the dungeons.

Stone pillars were placed around the room which had stairs built in leading to the bedrooms This was another perk because since they were now seen as adults it was only two to a room allowing them more privacy that the staff felt they had earned after the war.

Over the last few weeks a truce of sorts had been made between all four houses (to the delight of Slytherin) that had somehow turned into actual friendships.

Draco hated to admit it but this was mostly due to the golden trio and the Gryffindor spirit of camaraderie. What started off as forced attempts for a peaceful living arrangement had transformed into something no one had expected.

People from different houses could be seen often studying together, even lounging around chatting or playing exploding snap.

One of the new friendships that had most shocked Draco was Blaise and Potter who had started hanging out together. When Draco had questioned it the other Slytherin had replied with a smile,

"He's actually an alright guy Draco".

Draco had tried to find out more but it was no use. Everyone outside of Gryffindor who had not previously befriended Potter had been taken back by how relaxed he could be not to mention charismatic (without even trying apparently bastard).

The boy hero had apparently forgotten all past grudges and seemed to get on well with everyone. Draco had known there was something more to him then his pathetic brooding attitude when he had the fate of the wizarding world on his shoulders.

He had seen him laughing and such with his friends before sure. But that was always just little glimpses of joy and besides there was always something darker hidden in his eyes. Not that Draco looked that close or anything. He was just quite observant.

Draco sat, in the common room, at one of the table's closet to the fire with his potion books laid out in front of him not studying. He couldn't help it.

Ever since their conversation on the train Potter had not once insulted him, hexed him or even glared at him.

Sure in the first week some students had tried to get their own back at Draco, minor things during classes; sneers, comments and then outside more physical. Shoving him, stinging hexes and other irritating curses but that was quickly stopped. Much quicker than Draco had expected but still he was a Malfoy and they simply could not be bullied.

Well that wasn't strictly true. Potter had never taken heed of his family's name and Draco missed the attention he used to get from the messy haired git.

Worse than that when they used to openly hate each other Draco would only ever suffer from crazy stupid dreams of Potter every once in awhile. Three times a week at the most!

But now they were becoming a real problem. If he hadn't had so many silencing and protection charms around his four posters he would have suffered some extremely embarrassing moment's weeks ago.

He was not so sure Blaise would be very pleased to hear about all the things Draco wanted to do to his new Gryffindor friend. Being completely straight and all.

Draco got distracted thinking about his latest dream. Potter had come into his room with a green scarf wrapped around his wrist, just visible under his school jumper, which matched perfectly with his emerald green eyes. He had then proceeded to roughly grab Draco and tie him to his bed before slowly stripping him by hand.

Once he was fully naked and spread before him leaving Draco feeling wonderfully exposed, Potter had straddled him, rubbing his hardness against Draco's length making Draco cry out with pleasure and moan loudly for him to keep going.

"Hey Dray" said Pansy falling into the seat next to him at his table effectively killing his fantasies better then a cold shower ever could.

It's not like him and Pansy hadn't slept together in the past but after Draco made the decision he was definitely gay they had decided to remain friends. Although she was a great cover for his true sexuality especially to his parents.

"Hi, weren't you suppose to be bothering Blaise today?" smirked Draco at his friend. Not in the mood to play nice.

"Well aren't you a ball of charm today. I'm almost regretting coming over to your little pity party to grace you with my presence" she said pouting dramatically.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Sure, and that has nothing to do with the fact that Blaise is playing wizarding chess with Weasley and his merry noble men?" he said ignoring her scowl.

"Well ok there is that. But come on! Not only is Potter" at his name she faked a shudder, "over there but so is Granger. I mean I get we're all supposed to be pals and all but there's only so much a girl can take."

Draco peeked over to see Blaise and Ron in a heated discussion about chess tactics while Granger played referee.

Potter on the other hand sat with his head resting on the chairs back, his eyes shut as he dozed.

With his eyes closed Draco could stare at him without fear of getting caught. Not that he was overly interested but to be fair there wasn't much else to do since he was already way ahead in potions thanks to a mundane summer spent studying.

His black hair was still overly messy like he had just been standing outside in a storm. He wore his white school shirt without his tie which looked good against his slightly tanned skin. This year he had begun to wear clothes that fit him much better than those horrible oversized garments he used to wear. They showed off his lean body from years playing Quidditch nicely.

Draco and Pansy had often discussed the hot guys in there year and even she couldn't lie that Potter was one of the most attractive (discounting himself of course).

Just look at all his fan girls thought Draco feeling annoyed for some reason. Saint Potter with his good looks and charm could have his pick of any girl in the school. But apparently he chose the Weaselette he thought disgustingly.

"Hey what's up with you?" asked Pansy frowning as she waved her hand in front of his face.

Draco quickly looked away and stared down at his books instead.

"Nothing" he mumbled.

"Dray honey you know you can talk to me if you want. We always tell each other everything" she said in a quiet voice all though there wasn't much chance of them being over heard.

"I don't know what you're talking about" he said eyes wide feeling suddenly uncomfortable for some reason.

She scoffed at this sighing and said,

"Yeah whatever Dray. Fine if you're going to be like that then you can at least listen to the latest gossip on Astoria!" she finished with enthusiasm as she plunged into her story.

Draco was glad she was distracted because he really had no idea why he was in a mood. So what if Potter was treating him with indifference he could do the same. Hell he could do it better he thought with a smile.

Harry sat in charms idly doodling on his parchment pictures of snitches and weird shapes feeling completely exhausted. He had not been getting much sleep lately and though that wasn't an uncommon experience for him, especially after the war, it wasn't all down to nightmares.

He still had them an occasion but not as bad or as frequent as they had been during the summer. That could have something to do with the blonde Slytherin who had replaced all the dark and evil memories but it's not like he could talk about that with anyone.

Although Ron and Hermione had been very understanding (and not all together surprised) when Harry had admitted the real reason he had called things off with Ginny. Being Gay was something they could accept. Being gay for Malfoy was not.

Ron nudged him in the arm with a questioning look. Harry hadn't even realised he was staring at the Blonde until that moment. Smiling at Ron innocently he received a speculative frown from his friend before he was distracted by something Hermione was doing.

The two really were very much in love thought Harry fondly and a little longingly. It would be nice to have that.

He had never ever felt that way about anyone before. Even if it wasn't for obvious reasons he had only ever loved Ginny like a sister.

When he looked at his feelings more closely he realised that the only person he had ever felt anything stronger then platonic or family feelings for, was the prat sitting four rows ahead of him who kept taking little glances behind him every couple of seconds at Harry before flushing when he caught Harry's eye and returning to face the front.

Things had been a little clearer ever since their strange conversation on the train. Malfoy was still Malfoy but Harry had noticed the slight difference in the other boy and had realised why he had been the only one to notice.

No one else was as observant (not obsessed!) as he was about Malfoy.

Ever since then Malfoy had not been openly horrible to him. And after one conversation with Blaise where Harry had asked the Italian boy if Malfoy was annoyed by their new friendship, he had given him an odd smile saying "You know I didn't think who I hung out with was so interesting to everyone. But no, I would not say that he's annoyed that we've become friends".

Could Blaise have meant Malfoy wanted to move on from their past feud as well? Perhaps even become friends too?

Harry couldn't help but smile when he thought about all the ways Malfoy had tried to garner his anger in the last few weeks. He had definitely grown up since the war that was clear.

His attempts were more subtle. Little glares and sneers when they caught each other's eye every now and then. However they looked like they were forced and that his heart wasn't really in them. It was enough to hope on right? Thought Harry grinning inwardly.

He had been in need of a new challenge lately what with everyone still treating him like a hero and willing to give him anything he wanted. So why not a new personal challenge, it could certainly prove to be very rewarding.

After Charms everyone started to make their way to the great hall for dinner but Harry quickly assured his friends that he would see them back in the common room later and promised Hermione he'd head to the kitchens after to get some food.

The idea of having a free pitch all to his own, too fly is Firebolt for a bit was just too tempting. Ever since they had come back to Hogwarts Harry didn't seem to have enough free time, what with studying for his NEWTS.

Quidditch practice was only ever him and a few eight year boys anyway since that was one of the things the staff felt would not kill them to miss this year. After all they were "technically" adults now and should be concentrating on their exams and future careers. McGonagall was an excellent headmistress but even Harry could question her judgment sometimes.

Harry quickly changed into his gear and headed out loving the feel of the cool breeze on his face and the last rays of sunshine from where they had settled in the sky sleepily.

Mounting his broom he kicked off and shot into the air with very little effort doing a few easy laps before practicing drills.

He was so absorbed in his training he didn't even notice the blonde haired boy who stood at the edge of the pitch watching him from afar until he shot down to do a one handed tumble that brought him closer to the ground.

Smiling to himself he shot back up preparing to practice some of the new moves he had learned during the summer as he waited patiently for the Slytherins curiosity to kick in. Let the games begin he thought feeling a spark of anticipation as the handsome figure approached the stands.

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