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LAST TIME: He eyes the last empty seat at the end of the table and moved from the lunch line with his tray. Unfortunately, one of his tormentors saw him coming and moved her book bag into the seat.

"Oops! Guess the table is full," the pug-face girl laughed haughtily.

In freshman year, he would have fought and cursed out the girl with a fire he didn't even realize was there.

Now? Harry just walked out of the Great Hall and out to the Entrance Hall stairs without a word. He failed to see Pansy signal a mix of Gryffindors and Slytherins to follow him.

Chapter 2

Harry sat precariously on the hard stone steps. He balanced his sketchbooks on the step next to him and turned back to his food, but then he saw them.

"Hello Harriet, how you doing?" Ron Weasley asked, a smirk fixed to his face.

Harry noticed the redhead Gryffindor standing over his food and hurried over to get it. Ron seemed to notice the situation and smiled evilly at the small boy.

The bespectacled boy jumped forward to stop him, but Ron's bulky "body guards", Crabbe and Goyle, got in the way and forcibly held him back.

All he could was watch as Ron picked up his sandwich and spit a mass of phlegm in it. Crabbe, a fellow Slytherin, took his drink and the small group left Harry and laughed their way to the Gryffindor towers.

Dinner had been over for about two minutes, so people had already seen the whole thing. Harry was sprawled out on the floor, but stood slowly to his feet when the laughing began. Glancing up he noticed various people who weren't, but they made no move to help stop the teasing. That hurt even worst. He lowered his head and ran from the mocking faces once again.

EARLIER

Draco Malfoy walked into his godfather's classroom, a large bindle of nerves inside, but calm and collected out. He discreetly surveyed the occupants of the class watching him watching him with barely suppressed awe and unsurprisingly lust. The young Malfoy mentally shrugged it off and didn't pay attention to anything until a long-haired girl ran and sat down on the seat beside him.

'At least I think it's a girl,' he thought in his head.

Eying his partner's structure it seemed to be female, but he also noticed the firm chest and calloused hands of a male clenched in the person's lap.

His thoughts were interrupted when his godfather, Severus Snape, announced his transfer to the rest of the class. Taking one more glance at his desk partner, Draco walked gracefully to the front.

Speaking briefly about his old school in Brasstown, Draco then said he hoped he enjoyed the new school and returned to his seat.

While he was speaking, he heard the whispers about how hot he was and mentally sighed , but his eyes were pinned on the green orbs of his table partner as he sat down. The regal boy flicked his eyes elsewhere when the green-eyed beauty finally looked up from 'whatever' he was doing under the table.

Draco settled and then listened to Snape and tried to keep his mind off the delicate individual beside him.

Draco was hard pressed not to watch the emerald boy throughout the day. (In fact, he was so enraptured he didn't notice the things others did to Harry at all).

At dinner, he searched for the fellow Slytherin, but the beauty didn't come until the last ten minutes.

He watched the boy's face fall as he looked for a spot to eat. Only one seat remained next to a rather tall, pug-faced girl.

Someone, a boy named Blaise, asked the blond a question and Draco turned to answer it. By the time he had looked for the green-eyed angel again, he was missing.

Silently cursing about hot, talkative Italian boys, Draco rose with the rest of the Slytherins and moved to the door.

Boisterous laughter flickered through the House, both the young and older students.

Draco pushed through the crowd, gracefully of course, to see what the commotion was about. But by the time he reached the entrance hall, the only thing he saw was long hair disappearing down a flight of steps. The poised aristocrat held off his slightly confused look, sidestepped the younger children and followed the Slytherin prefect to the dormitories.

"I'm Gary," the dirty-blond offered absently , while slowly scrutinizing Draco up and down.

Draco, the ever present gentleman, waited until Gary's eyes met his before simply saying, "I tend like dark-haired guys."

Gary looked a bit put off but said anyway, "Your room is the last one down this hall in the middle." he swiftly left, probably more than a little miffed at the blatant rejection.

Draco mentally shrugged again for the third time that day and opened the door to his room. The first thing he saw was a glass object barreling towards his face. He immediately closed his eyes and waited for the impact...but it never came.

He opened one eye slowly, before opening the other. A thump then sounded on the wall beside him and he swiftly side-stepped the unbroken vase.

Turning to look at the source of the damage, he froze as he looked straight into sad, green eyes.

'She's a boy,' Draco swallowed thickly, but forced his father's teachings to save him from blushing.

The young blond picked up the vase and put it back on the empty table between the two beds.

Now standing about three feet away from the raven angel, Draco spoke. "Bad day?"

The other blinked and the decency to lightly blush and shrugged for an answer.

Light grey eyes ran appreciatively over the angel's face before he held out his hand, "I'm Draco Malfoy."

The green-eyed boy cautiously shook the hand before letting go. Harry turned to leave, but Draco continued, a bit confused.

"What's yours?"

The long-haired boy morphed his face into a cute confused one. Silently asking, 'huh?'

"Your name," Draco paused as the boy looked even more adorably cute, "What's your name?"

Harry blinked and the prior blush returned full force.

"Harry," he whispered.

"What?" Draco asked stepping closer.

"Harry," the soft voice answered.

Before Draco could make a comment, their door shot open and a redhead ran in and tackled Harry to Draco's bed.