A/N: I hope you guys like it so far

A/N: I am so sorry for the delay, but I seriously have been having writing problems, you have no idea. Then, of course, there's real life that I have to deal with…

WARNINGS: SLASH! Also, I've decided to make Hermione dislike the group of Slytherins, personally I don't very much like her, and I really needed SOMEONE to be against them; hope you all don't mind! I won't be too hard on her.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own Harry Potter, however! I do have a pretty Harry Potter doll!

COOKIES TO ICY-SERENE FOR GIVING ME THE INSPIRATION TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER, WITHOUT HER SUGGESTIONS, I MIGHT NOT HAVE GOTTEN THIS OUT AT ALL; THANK YOU, SERENE! THIS CHAPTER IS FOR YOU!

First Year Part 2

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"Harry…Harry! Harry! HARRY!" Harry sighed and opened his eyes. Even after all those years, Draco was still a morning person. Damn him.

"Uhh, I'm up, I'm up." He said groggily and sat up. Not surprised to find Draco already dressed in his uniform. His hair was perfect, as usual. Harry had to grin. Draco had left his hair exactly how Harry liked it. It was nice and loose, no gel or anything placed in it. He combed it to make it nice and soft looking, and the bangs—parted at the side—sat just at his eyes. "Gosh, your hair's always perfect." Harry said aloud. Draco smiled brightly and pulled him out of bed.

"Good, now go get ready. It's the first day of classes!" Harry could just hear the singing tone in his voice. He groaned and headed on his way to the bathroom, with a parting pat to his bottom from Draco.

Draco glared at Theodore when Harry entered the bathroom. "He's mine." He said simply and sat on Harry's bed, pulling out a book to read while he waited. Theodore squeaked and scurried out of the room. Draco smirked and flipped through the book.

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Harry and Draco walked hand in hand to the Great Hall. Pansy chattering beside them about something or other… "I can't wait till flying classes today! I heard they're so fun!" Pansy squealed happily.

Harry laughed. "Actually, neither can I. It's going to be really cool seeing all the other people flying. Especially the ones who are better than me."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Harry, no one is better than you."

"Whatever, there's always someone who's naturally talented at something."

"Yeah, and that's you."

Harry just snorted.

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Breakfast was a simple affair. They were passed out their schedules for their classes and Draco practically shoved food into Harry's mouth. "You have to eat!"

The next item of the day had a lot of Slytherins excited. "Potions!" Draco sang happily. Harry had a feeling he would be skipping if he didn't have a hold on his hand.

Harry and Draco took a seat at the front with their friends, and Harry idly stared of into space. Occasionally glancing at Draco as he sat in his chair grinning happily at the prospect of it being potions. Harry wasn't looking forward to the class. Ever since Harry had accidentally dropped a bunch of vials filled with potions, Snape didn't like him. Well, you can't really blame him! He was only ten after all!

Harry heard the door to the Potions classroom slam open. Ah! Here's the bat, er…professor himself. He blocked him out slightly and idly copied down some of the things he heard. "Potter!" Snape snapped at him.

Harry glanced up disinterested. Merlin, Draco really was rubbing off on him. "Yes?" He inquired.

"Pay attention! Or you will be in detention for so long—"

"Uncle Severus!" Draco interrupted. Snape stopped in the middle of his sentence, shocked. "Don't talk like that to Harry." He pouted. "He's my boyfriend, remember?" Draco vaguely heard someone in the back of the room snort, and he suddenly felt a burning hate for whoever did that.

Snape rolled his eyes and started with the lesson, not passing Harry another glance. Draco smirked self-satisfied.

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So far, the day was going good for all the first years. Most had already split into small groups of friends, sharing secrets and giggling amongst themselves.

…Except for one student, Hermione Granger.

She glared at everyone who sat near her; no one wanted to be her friend, for some reason! She couldn't fathom why; she was smart, no? She already knew an arsenal of spells that would one day serve her well. So, why didn't anyone want to talk to her?

"I know why," She muttered to herself. "No one here is anywhere near as intelligent as me, they're all too busy gossiping, honestly, don't they know they're here to learn." Lavender Brown, another first year raised an eyebrow at the girl muttering to herself.

"Um, excuse me? Are you alright?" She asked genuinely concerned for the girl; why was she talking to herself? Where were her friends?

"I'm perfectly fine! How dare you insinuate something is wrong with me?!"

"I'm sorry," Lavender apologized. "I didn't mean anything by it; I just thought you got in a fight with one of your friends, or something… I didn't mean to offend you."

"Friends?" Hermione scoffed. "Why would I want friends? I'm here to learn, not…socialize!"

"Well…I'll just leave you alone then." Lavender turned away from the rude girl. What was her problem?

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"Harry, hurry! It's flying lessons! I've been waiting for this class all day!" Draco was dragging Harry through the halls at top speed, so they wouldn't be late for flying lessons! The still had another fifteen minutes!

"Calm down, Draco!" Harry told him, laughter evident in his tone. "We still have fifteen minutes to get there!"

"I know, but all the good brooms will be gone, by then! Plus, most first years are already there!"

Harry just shook his head in amusement; he was excited for it, but he didn't see the need to rush. "We'll get there, just calm down."

"Harry, you're such a slow poke!"

Harry could only chuckle at that.

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"I told you, Draco. Hardly anyone is here."

"Oh, shush. We could have been last."

Another thirteen minutes later, and the rest of the class arrived. Draco may have been wrong about being the last ones there, but he wasn't wrong about the brooms. They got the best ones!

Madam Hooch eventually walked out to the pitch, her robes long and billowing behind her; she kind of reminded Harry of Snape, actually.

The flying lesson had barely started when Neville Longbottom messed up, of course. Although, it could have been his dodgy broom...at any case, he went soaring into the air and to make a long story short, broke his wrist. Smooth move, Neville.

"If I see any brooms in the air, you'll be out of Hogwarts before you could say Quidditch.

Draco pouted as she walked away. "This is ridiculous! We've been flying since we were kids!"

Blaise sighed, "Yes, but have the muggle borns?"

"Well, no..."

"So, there you go." Draco continued pouting regardless.

"Hey, everyone; look what Longbottom dropped!" Hermione stood with her hands on her hips holding Neville's remember ball. She was smiling proudly. "Maybe if he actually knew how to use it, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse!" She was the only one laughing. When Hermione noticed no one else laughing with her, she glared. Didn't everyone hate Neville?

Lavender looked at her with distaste. "That's a really mean thing to say, you know...Neville never did anything to you."

"Whatever, he's still stupid and fat."

Harry, having heard the whole exchange went over to the bushy haired girl. "Give it back, er..." He looked to Lavender for help.

"Her name is Hermione Granger."

"Give it back, Granger."

"No, why should I? He doesn't know how to use it! I'll just keep it for myself."

Draco walked over, a sneer firmly planted on his face. "Did he not just say to give it back? It's not yours, even if Neville doesn't know how to use it. It's still his!"

Hermione glared at them all and threw the remember ball up in the air. "I don't need it anyway, I'm not stupid." She stormed away from the class back into Hogwarts.

Harry watched as the remember ball went soaring into the air, and on instinct flew after it. He snatched it out of the air before it could hit a window and flew back down to the class. Draco was grinning brightly.

"What about a little game?" Draco suggested, already flying up into the sky himself. Harry smiled.

"That's just what I had been thinking!"

Harry and Draco spent a fair amount of time playing a one-on-one game of Quidditch with the remember ball. Little did they know they had an audience of one watching them.

They had finally flown back down to the class, laughing happily when clapping could be heard. Snape walked out onto the pitch, a smirk on his face. "Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy! Come with me."

Harry and Draco shot each other worried glances and followed after Snape. "Uncle Severus, what's this about?" Snape would only smirk and keep walking. Eventually they reached the Defence against Dark Arts classroom and he knocked.

"I was wondering if I could see Flint."

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"They want you on the Quidditch team?!"

Harry and Draco exchanged identical grins and nodded.

"I think I'm going to faint..." Ron's face hit the table in front of him.

"That's so unfair!" Blaise yelled, but he couldn't help but grin. "You guys are so lucky!"

All Draco could do was smile brightly, like the sun Harry always said. So far, Hogwarts was turning out to be...splendid.