Chapter 1
He would be there soon. Draco Malfoy. Walking along in that confidant strut of someone who knows he is gorgeous. And he is. White blond hair, so light it's almost silver, with matching eyes that remind Harry of the moon reflecting off the lake near school; the one place he feels genuinely at home. Those glistening silver eyes would meet his own emerald ones with a sneer, drawing Harry's attention to His perfect, delicate lips. He had dreamt of those lips licking, caressing, and causing immeasurable amounts of pleasure. How he wished the Silver God would touch him, please him.
The train hooted, the crowd shifted and Harry sighted the object of his desire. "Draco." he whispered softly from his warm confines in the compartment.
Feeling the bottle green eyes gazing upon him, Draco looked up and returned the steady gaze. His nemesis had changed over the holiday. He was taller, more tanned and had well defined muscles standing out on his arms. // Probably trying to impress that Mudblood, Granger // He, predictably, delivered the aforementioned sneer and climbed onto the train. There would be plenty more times to confront his enemy.
Harry watched Draco climb aboard and turned to greet his friends as they entered the cubicle, although his mind was still on the other boy. He had liked him ever since the start of their second year. Whilst shopping for the school's booklist, they had been detained by Gilderoy Lockheart, 5 times winner of Witch Weekly's most charming smile award, as he would gladly tell anyone who would listen. Draco, typically, had chosen the situation to attempt to provoke Harry. // God, how he had looked fine in that black shirt // Harry thought. He had never really noticed how much black suited him with his contrasting silver hair. And as the saying goes, he had fallen head over heels for Malfoy, his worst enemy, as Voldemort had been defeated two years ago.
At that point Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan fell into the room.
"Congrats on making Quidditch Captain Harry!" yelled Seamus. "You'll be a worthy successor to Oliver Wood. I can just see you giving his This Is It.speech." The boys laughed and new tactics were discussed for the coming year. Seamus had made the team last year as a Chaser and Ron was to take over as Keeper from Wood. After a long discussion a bell rang to signal they were soon to arrive. They were just leaving to get changed into their school robes when Draco, closely followed by Crabbe and Goyle, appeared.
"Oh god, what do you want?" sighed Ron
"Crabbe, here, ate all our food so we thought we'd come down this end of the train to find some. Seems it's gone already though, your family gotten to poor to even buy food now, Weasel?"
"Watch your mouth, Malfoy, before I wipe that smirk off your face," warned Ron
"Take your best shot," replied Draco indifferently.
Ron threw the first punch and Draco swiftly retaliated. Harry pulled Draco off Ron but in the process tripped over a book of Hermione's, which she had dropped when she went to get changed. Harry landed on top of Draco just in time to see Goyle throw Ron against the sliding door, which slammed shut. Eventually, Dean, Seamus, Neville and Ron managed to cause enough damage to Crabbe and Goyle to send them running but when they went to see how Harry had faired with Draco they found the door had jammed shut. They could hear muffled voices so decided that neither could be too hurt, and they went to change and find an attendant to sort out the door.
When Harry landed on top of Draco he felt an incredible surge of excitement at being in such close confines to his Adonis.
"Argh, you're crushing my ribs, Potter," complained Draco.
"Sorry."
"So are you going to move then?" // Jesus, how dumb can you get // he thought.
Harry clambered off of Draco and sat awkwardly on a seat. Being so close to Draco had excited him tremendously and for the first time, he was glad his hand-me-down clothes were about 10 times too big. Draco stood up and attempted to leave the room.
"Hey, let us out," he cried, "Joke's a joke, you guys, come on." He looked around at Harry. "I can't hear them. Come and give me a hand instead of sitting there like a twit." When Harry finally moved, Draco noticed his flushed state and his not-so-inconspicuous arousal. // Hmmn.how - interesting. // However, he remained silent and together they forced the door open.
"Thank God. I don't think I could spend another minute with you. See you round, Scarhead," and with that he laughed and marched off.
// What the hell just happened? // Thought Harry. // Did he notice? Is that why he laughed? // Harry straightened his robes and walked off to find Ron, attempting to push Draco and the incident to the back of his mind.
Later after the Grand Feast and the Sorting Ceremony, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were arguing in their new dormitory. It appeared that in the new room there was a connecting door to a single bedroom, which in turn had a secret entrance from the Slytherin Common Room.
"Just because you get more dates than me, doesn't mean you should get the room," complained Goyle, "I can't sleep half the time with the racket of Vincent's snoring! You, however, can! I am far more deserving than you."
"I so don't snore."
"You so do."
"Fine, fine my dear Gregory, we shall have a contest to see who gets the room. Don't worry, I realise that a duel I could win far too easily. I suggest Vincent, here, decides on what to do. That is if you're certain you don't want to compete?" Despite his reputation as the Slytherin Bad- Boy, Draco was fair and generous to his friends.
"No, no, you know what a turn on Blaise and I get with all you surrounding us whilst we 'have fun.' Especially as you can't hear us."
"Yes. Well." Draco trailed off looking firmly disgusted at his roommate's fetish. Goyle wore a similar expression.
"I suggest a love contest. We all know women drop at your feet, Malfoy, but there is someone even you will have trouble bedding. Harry Potter! You will have until the Halloween Ball to make him fall in love with you, then you must dump him after the ball. Needless to say, you will forfeit if you have not slept with him. Because of your obvious advantages, Goyle shall do the same with a less attractive, but well-established poof - Seamus Finnigan. Jeez, he's been flapping with the fairies for years. Whosever partner is most devastated the day after the ball, (judged of course by me) will win the room. What do you think?"
His friends looked in shock at the length and sheer genius of his speech.
"Agreed."
"Done."
He would be there soon. Draco Malfoy. Walking along in that confidant strut of someone who knows he is gorgeous. And he is. White blond hair, so light it's almost silver, with matching eyes that remind Harry of the moon reflecting off the lake near school; the one place he feels genuinely at home. Those glistening silver eyes would meet his own emerald ones with a sneer, drawing Harry's attention to His perfect, delicate lips. He had dreamt of those lips licking, caressing, and causing immeasurable amounts of pleasure. How he wished the Silver God would touch him, please him.
The train hooted, the crowd shifted and Harry sighted the object of his desire. "Draco." he whispered softly from his warm confines in the compartment.
Feeling the bottle green eyes gazing upon him, Draco looked up and returned the steady gaze. His nemesis had changed over the holiday. He was taller, more tanned and had well defined muscles standing out on his arms. // Probably trying to impress that Mudblood, Granger // He, predictably, delivered the aforementioned sneer and climbed onto the train. There would be plenty more times to confront his enemy.
Harry watched Draco climb aboard and turned to greet his friends as they entered the cubicle, although his mind was still on the other boy. He had liked him ever since the start of their second year. Whilst shopping for the school's booklist, they had been detained by Gilderoy Lockheart, 5 times winner of Witch Weekly's most charming smile award, as he would gladly tell anyone who would listen. Draco, typically, had chosen the situation to attempt to provoke Harry. // God, how he had looked fine in that black shirt // Harry thought. He had never really noticed how much black suited him with his contrasting silver hair. And as the saying goes, he had fallen head over heels for Malfoy, his worst enemy, as Voldemort had been defeated two years ago.
At that point Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan fell into the room.
"Congrats on making Quidditch Captain Harry!" yelled Seamus. "You'll be a worthy successor to Oliver Wood. I can just see you giving his This Is It.speech." The boys laughed and new tactics were discussed for the coming year. Seamus had made the team last year as a Chaser and Ron was to take over as Keeper from Wood. After a long discussion a bell rang to signal they were soon to arrive. They were just leaving to get changed into their school robes when Draco, closely followed by Crabbe and Goyle, appeared.
"Oh god, what do you want?" sighed Ron
"Crabbe, here, ate all our food so we thought we'd come down this end of the train to find some. Seems it's gone already though, your family gotten to poor to even buy food now, Weasel?"
"Watch your mouth, Malfoy, before I wipe that smirk off your face," warned Ron
"Take your best shot," replied Draco indifferently.
Ron threw the first punch and Draco swiftly retaliated. Harry pulled Draco off Ron but in the process tripped over a book of Hermione's, which she had dropped when she went to get changed. Harry landed on top of Draco just in time to see Goyle throw Ron against the sliding door, which slammed shut. Eventually, Dean, Seamus, Neville and Ron managed to cause enough damage to Crabbe and Goyle to send them running but when they went to see how Harry had faired with Draco they found the door had jammed shut. They could hear muffled voices so decided that neither could be too hurt, and they went to change and find an attendant to sort out the door.
When Harry landed on top of Draco he felt an incredible surge of excitement at being in such close confines to his Adonis.
"Argh, you're crushing my ribs, Potter," complained Draco.
"Sorry."
"So are you going to move then?" // Jesus, how dumb can you get // he thought.
Harry clambered off of Draco and sat awkwardly on a seat. Being so close to Draco had excited him tremendously and for the first time, he was glad his hand-me-down clothes were about 10 times too big. Draco stood up and attempted to leave the room.
"Hey, let us out," he cried, "Joke's a joke, you guys, come on." He looked around at Harry. "I can't hear them. Come and give me a hand instead of sitting there like a twit." When Harry finally moved, Draco noticed his flushed state and his not-so-inconspicuous arousal. // Hmmn.how - interesting. // However, he remained silent and together they forced the door open.
"Thank God. I don't think I could spend another minute with you. See you round, Scarhead," and with that he laughed and marched off.
// What the hell just happened? // Thought Harry. // Did he notice? Is that why he laughed? // Harry straightened his robes and walked off to find Ron, attempting to push Draco and the incident to the back of his mind.
Later after the Grand Feast and the Sorting Ceremony, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were arguing in their new dormitory. It appeared that in the new room there was a connecting door to a single bedroom, which in turn had a secret entrance from the Slytherin Common Room.
"Just because you get more dates than me, doesn't mean you should get the room," complained Goyle, "I can't sleep half the time with the racket of Vincent's snoring! You, however, can! I am far more deserving than you."
"I so don't snore."
"You so do."
"Fine, fine my dear Gregory, we shall have a contest to see who gets the room. Don't worry, I realise that a duel I could win far too easily. I suggest Vincent, here, decides on what to do. That is if you're certain you don't want to compete?" Despite his reputation as the Slytherin Bad- Boy, Draco was fair and generous to his friends.
"No, no, you know what a turn on Blaise and I get with all you surrounding us whilst we 'have fun.' Especially as you can't hear us."
"Yes. Well." Draco trailed off looking firmly disgusted at his roommate's fetish. Goyle wore a similar expression.
"I suggest a love contest. We all know women drop at your feet, Malfoy, but there is someone even you will have trouble bedding. Harry Potter! You will have until the Halloween Ball to make him fall in love with you, then you must dump him after the ball. Needless to say, you will forfeit if you have not slept with him. Because of your obvious advantages, Goyle shall do the same with a less attractive, but well-established poof - Seamus Finnigan. Jeez, he's been flapping with the fairies for years. Whosever partner is most devastated the day after the ball, (judged of course by me) will win the room. What do you think?"
His friends looked in shock at the length and sheer genius of his speech.
"Agreed."
"Done."