All Characters Belong To: J.K.Rowling

Rating: PG-13 to R

Character Pairing: SLASH! Harry/Draco; Ron/Hermione; and Sirius/Lupin

WARNING: Order of the Phoenix SPOILERS

Oh, by the way, an early warning. This fic is bound to get bloody and violent….soon. I've raised the rating; however, do not worry. I do not like to use blood, gore and swearing simply for fun. For all those who are squeamish, I promise to keep the violence to a minimum.

Update Schedule: One chapter every Sunday. If I am late with a chapter, or finish one early, I will post it on Tuesday.

Chapter Four: Make-Over And Departures

Harry awoke with a start. In a blind panic, he lurched out of his bed, tripped over a pair of pants and slammed into the bedroom wall. Muttering a few select curse words under his breath, Harry scrambled to find his round glasses. Bright sunlight filled the room; alerting Harry is was late afternoon. The Dursleys would be demanding supper soon…

Glancing back at the bed, Harry realized that there was no Draco Malfoy in the sheets, nor was there a Malfoy anywhere within the room. Instead, there was a small, folded piece of paper atop of Harry's lumpy pillow.

Scowling, Harry plucked the paper up and flipped it open.

Harry,

Thanks for the 'delightful' afternoon. Many apologies for my hasty departure; however, I had to return to the mansion. I wish I could have stayed longer and assaulted your cousin. (I did kick him in the gonads on the way out. Great fun!)

I'll contact you when we can meet again. Although, I doubt there will be anytime this week. Not that it really matters, we'll see each other at Hogwarts soon enough. I demand that you share a train compartment with me.

Draco

PS: Where did you learn that 'fabulous' tongue technique?

A quick flush spread across Harry features. He could not wait for school to start again, let alone the train ride.

~*~

The remaining two weeks of summer flew by like magic. Harry had not received any word from Draco; however, he really didn't care. It wasn't like they were dating or anything…

Ron and Hermione had both sent letters, apologizing for their actions. Harry had written back, asking them why if even mattered. Nothing really mattered to Harry anymore, except his new found love of the dark arts. During a second trip to Diagon Alley, Harry had purchased a few books on his new favorite subject.

The alarm clock blared just as Harry slammed his trunk closed. The train back to school would be leaving shortly and the ex-golden boy still needed to find more room for his new wardrobe. Nothing was better than new clothes except for more space. Already, Harry had accumulated a make-up case bursting with black eye-liner, nail polish and black lipstick. It would be quite embarrassing to have his trunk burst open and all of his new found items exposed to the general public; he didn't want to share his beauty secrets.

"Are you ready yet, boy?" Uncle Vernon called from downstairs, already growing impatient.

"One more minuet." Harry hollered back. Grumbling, he stuffed the remainder of his things into a large green muggle back-pack. Harry glance at the mirror again, a last minuet check of his makeup.

Smirking, Harry stomped down the stairs, his thick, black boots clunking loudly. The various chains that dangled from his pants jingled and clanked in a ghastly rhythm. His hair was messier than usual and Harry had spent a lot of time getting the black makeup just right, including his black nail polish. The black lip-stick had been harder to get on, if not even a little painful. After much debate, Harry had pierced his own lip. Although it was a welcome addition, it still hurt slightly.

"My god boy, can't you even dress yourself?" Vernon grimaced at Harry's rather disturbing appearance.

"At least I can fit into my clothes." Said Harry, shooting Dudley a nasty smile. Something had been bugging his cousin since Draco's visit; however, Harry paid him no attention. The large boy had been sneaking around Harry lately, blushing when ever Harry spotted him.

The car ride was uneventful. Once at the train station, Harry was rudely pushed out of the car and his trunk and bag thrown after him. A goodbye would be wasted on the muggle, so Harry just stalked off.

A few people in the station glared at him and the mothers pulled their children closer to them. Snarling at a elderly muggle, Harry felt full of evil glee. Up ahead, he could already spot the Weasley family by their bright red hair.

"Hello, my dear friends…Such a pleasure to be reunited." Drawled Harry, coldly. Ron, Ginny, Hermione (who was grasping Ron's hand) and the Weasley parents spun around. Shock couldn't even come close to describing their looks.

"H-Harry! I-is that you?" Stuttered Ron.

"Who else would it be?" Absently, Harry ran a hand through his hair, the chains on his wrist glinting in the light.

"What happened?!" Everyone exclaimed before attaching Harry, tugging at his outfit.

Hissing, Harry backed away. He couldn't stand the prying fingers and the startled gasps. Thank Merlin that a strong arm wrapped loosely around his shoulders.

"Ah, Harry, I was wondering when you'd arrive." Smirking his usually evil, sexy smirk, Draco stood there in all of his Malfoy pride and glory.

Once again, a wave of startled gasps arose from the group. Ron looked especially sick. Hermione was doing a great impression of a fish out of water and Ginny was puzzled. Mr. Weasley could only glare at Malfoy; however, Mrs. Weasley went into a full blown rage.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" She bellowed, sounding like Vernon. "What - have - you - done?!" She jabbed Harry with her pointer finger.

Whistling, Draco looked down at his hand, examining his nails. There was no way he was letting Harry go, this situation was better than whipping the house elves.

"What would Sirius think of you now?" Wailed Mrs. Weasley.

Harry's eyes darkened. "He's dead." Turning sharply, Harry grabbed Draco's hand and tugged him along. "Come on Draco, we're leaving."

Confused, Draco barely had time to flash a nasty grin at the others before Harry dragged him onto the train. No sooner had they found an empty compartment and put away their things, they were on each other, snogging rapidly.

"I have a feeling this is going to be a interesting year." Draco chuckled between the passionate kisses.

"Stop talking, your mouth has better uses."

The train began to pull away from the station. With a loud whistle, they were off. Only a few more hours and Harry Potter's plan to become the next dark lord would swing into action. Hogwarts, beware!

Authors Note: Short chapter, but I had to get 'em onto the train and too Hogwarts. Harry is bloody evil and fricken hot (drooling as I type) Thanks to all the wonderful reviewers! You guys always make my day! *happy smile* I just got a new computer so updates will be happening more often. (I know, I missed a week, sorry) Well, enjoy! Read and Review!