Chapter 2
"Potter." Harry turned around, his heart speeding. He stared into Draco's gray eyes. Draco took in a deep breath. "Did you recieve my letters?" He asked, his eyes purposly missing Harry's. He seemed uncomfortable. Harry felt himself begin to blush. "People are staring." He said absentmindedly.
Draco paled. "Yeah, I bet its odd seeing us together... usually we're dueling." He said, staring at Harry now. Harry felt a strange feeling come over him. "We wouldn't want any suspicion now would we." He said, laughing lightly. Draco glanced around them. Harry spotted Ron and Hermione chatting nearby. "Look!" Harry said urgently, pulling Draco into Quality Quidditch Supplies so that Ron and Hermione couldn't get a chance to see them. Draco stood up straight and dusted off his robes.
Harry admired his slicked silver-blonde hair, his tall figure, his pointed jaw, his cold silver eyes. He looked like an angel at the moment. Harry spotted his own reflection in the tinted window. Untidy black hair, bright green eyes, tall lanky build. He looked the same as he did last year, except for the fact that he had grown a few inches taller.
"I'm going to be going now, Potter. See you at school." Draco said oddly, peering around the shop. Harry sighed, resisting to urge to kiss or hug him. He followed Draco out the door and watched silently as he disappeared in the throng of people on the walkway. "Harry!" A girls voice cried out. Harry grinned and waved at Hermione, who had Ron and Ginny following right behind her.
Hermione's purple cloak flew in the wind as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight. Ron and Ginny giggled. "How are you, then, Harry?" Ron said. He had grown even taller and even more gangly than ever. He was about 5 inches taller than Harry. Ginny had her red hair clipped back, and her eyes were darting around Diagon Alley as if she were searching for some one. Her smile widened as she spotted Danielle DeVore heading towards them.
"I think they're in love." Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione. Hermione rolled her eyes and glared at Ron. Harry just chuckled lightly. "Well, what are we waiting for. We've got things to buy!" Hermione said, sounding bored. Everyone snickered and followed her toward the shops.
* * *
Dear Gods, the day has flown by. Harry thought sleepily as he sat in an empty compartment on board the Hogwarts Express. He wasn't feeling well, so he had left the compartment filled with laughter and playing to get some peace and quiet. His nerves kept twitching as he tried to block one thing from his mind: Draco was on this same train.
He stretched out his legs and smoothed down the front of his black school robe. Harry closed his eyes and leaned his pounding forehead againt the cool glass of the window. He finally gave into it. Draco was all he wanted. He lusted him so bad. It was as if he needed him. Harry imagined Draco's sexy build, his stone eyes, and his pale skin. How he wanted to reach out a hand and feel that milky silk of skin. Harry's heart beat quicker, and he could feel himself hardening at the thought. He shook his head and opened his eyes.
His eyes followed the trees as the sped past, making him dizzy. Harry jumped when he heard a knock at the compartment door, then it slid open. His heart jumped into his throat: It was Draco.
"Why are you in here?" Draco asked, eyeing Harry's lazy form. "I was taking a nap." Harry replied simply. Draco raised an eyebrow suspiciously and looked out the window. The sun was still shining. "Taking a nap?" He asked, taking a step towards Harry. Harry's heart beat quickened. "I'm not feeling very well." He stated, taking a deep breath.
Draco smirked. He obviously noticed how easy it was for him to make Harry tense. "Where do you feel sick?" He asked, his gray eyes reflecting the sunlight. Harry sat up a little bit in the seat. "My head. I have a headache." He said, sounding drained. Draco was still walking slowly toward him, and now he was merely an inch away. Harry could feel his breath on his ear as he whispered "I can make that feel better."
It all happened so fast. Harry had yanked Draco forward on top of him and engaged him in a long, passionate kiss. Draco bent his head back, smirking and gasping for air. "Liked that, didn't you, Potter?" He asked, standing up. Harry just eyed Draco. "I've got to go. Prefects are supposed to be up front." Draco said quickly, turning the knob. Harry reached out his arm. "Wait," He said quietly. But it was too late, Draco was already gone.
* * *
"Harry," Hermione whispered to him as they got into one of the horseless cairages. "You've been acting different." Harry eyed her for a second. Her chestnut curls sat against her shoulders, and her amber eyes were filled with warmth and care. Harry felt his eyes sting with hot tears, but he blinked them away.
"I'm fine." He said weakly. But inside he wasn't. Inside he was falling once again. Hermione looked at him suspiciously, but scooted over to let Ron in the cairage. "Harry, feelin' better?" He asked with a lopsided grin. Harry nodded slowly, then closed his eyes.
"Things will never be the same again..." Dumbledore whispered softly into Harry's ear. Harry turned and looked the older wizard in the eye. The kind twinkle was missing. "What do you mean?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Things will never be the same again..." Dumbledore kept repeating over and over. Everything around Harry began to swirl at a hybrid speed, and suddenly, his scar began to burn...
"AH!" Harry cried out, clasping a hand over his scar. Hermione and Ron looked over at him: Ron was staring at him as if he were insane, and Hermione looked worried. Harry glanced around. They were still on the cairage. "How long was I asleep for?" He asked, wiping his hair from his face. Hermione answered right away. "Three minutes."
Harry cursed under his breath. "Well, what is it, then?" Ron asked, popping a chocolate frog into his mouth. "N-nothing, it was nothing. Just a nightmare, that's all." Harry said, smiling up at his two best friends. Hermione smiled back at him, and they sat in silence for the rest of the ride.
When they pulled up to the castle, Hermione swung the cairage door open, and they slid out of the cairage onto the moise earth. Harry blended in with the crowd as they all marched through the large double doors and into the castle. As soon as Harry crossed that line between the steps and the hall, he felt an imediate warmth flow through his body. He was glad to be home.
He walked into the great hall and took a seat at the extremely long Gryffindor table. "Hello, Harry!" A little boy with blonde hair called. It was Dennis Creevy. Harry grinned. "Hello, Dennis!" Ron one of the empty seats next to Harry, and the next seat was filled up by Adriana Rivera. Harry turned and smiled genuinely at her.
"Harry!" She cried out happily. "So nice to see you!" Her mouth widened into a smile, her green eyes twinkled merrily. "You too, Adriana." Harry said. Everyone got quiet as Professor McGonagall brought out the sorting hat.
* * *
That night Harry pulled off his robes and climbed into bed with a full stomach, a light smile playing on his lips. He actually felt happy at the moment. He had managed to keep his mind off Draco all night. He closed his eyes and welcomed the sleep peacefully.
Eight hours later, Harry's eyes fluttered open. He closed them quickly, surprised at the brightness of the sunlight pouring through the dusty windows of the boys' dormitory. Harry placed his glasses on, and looked around. He was always the last person to wake up. Pulling on his cloak, he marched downstairs, yawning.
"Hello, Harry!" Hermione called up from a book. She smiled warmly, and bent her head down once again. "I'm going to go eat breakfast," Harry grunted as he walked out of the portrait hole. He made his way to the great hall, eying the nearly empty room. There were students scattered all around, bantering.
"Oh, look! It's Harry!" Squealed a short girl with brown hair. A blonde girl with large blue eyes turned around. "Tsk, tsk, Alice!" She said ruefully. Harry waved at Luna, and backed slowly away from Alice, who kept trying to make eye contact with him. "I'm going to eat," He said, hurrying to the Gryffindor table.
"Eggs, scrambled." Harry said to the plate in front of him. It was instantly filled with bright yellow steaming eggs. Harry grinned. Boy was he hungry. When he finished, he just sat there, staring into space. He jumped when he noticed a pair of gray eyes peering into his from across the room. He recognized the blonde hair. Draco.
Harry gulped, feeling his heart pound. Draco folded a piece of parchment and sat it in the palm of his hand, then he blew on it, and it turned into a beautiful white dove. Harry followed the dove with his eyes and watched as it flew out the open window. Draco smirked at Harry, and Harry blushed. Dean Thomas, who happened to be staring at Harry, looked puzzled. "Why are you blushing?" He asked, trying to follow Harry's gaze.
Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice. "Er.. Nothing." He said quickly. Dean kept looking over at the Slytherin table, but gave up and took a bite out of his bagel.
"Potter." Harry turned around, his heart speeding. He stared into Draco's gray eyes. Draco took in a deep breath. "Did you recieve my letters?" He asked, his eyes purposly missing Harry's. He seemed uncomfortable. Harry felt himself begin to blush. "People are staring." He said absentmindedly.
Draco paled. "Yeah, I bet its odd seeing us together... usually we're dueling." He said, staring at Harry now. Harry felt a strange feeling come over him. "We wouldn't want any suspicion now would we." He said, laughing lightly. Draco glanced around them. Harry spotted Ron and Hermione chatting nearby. "Look!" Harry said urgently, pulling Draco into Quality Quidditch Supplies so that Ron and Hermione couldn't get a chance to see them. Draco stood up straight and dusted off his robes.
Harry admired his slicked silver-blonde hair, his tall figure, his pointed jaw, his cold silver eyes. He looked like an angel at the moment. Harry spotted his own reflection in the tinted window. Untidy black hair, bright green eyes, tall lanky build. He looked the same as he did last year, except for the fact that he had grown a few inches taller.
"I'm going to be going now, Potter. See you at school." Draco said oddly, peering around the shop. Harry sighed, resisting to urge to kiss or hug him. He followed Draco out the door and watched silently as he disappeared in the throng of people on the walkway. "Harry!" A girls voice cried out. Harry grinned and waved at Hermione, who had Ron and Ginny following right behind her.
Hermione's purple cloak flew in the wind as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight. Ron and Ginny giggled. "How are you, then, Harry?" Ron said. He had grown even taller and even more gangly than ever. He was about 5 inches taller than Harry. Ginny had her red hair clipped back, and her eyes were darting around Diagon Alley as if she were searching for some one. Her smile widened as she spotted Danielle DeVore heading towards them.
"I think they're in love." Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione. Hermione rolled her eyes and glared at Ron. Harry just chuckled lightly. "Well, what are we waiting for. We've got things to buy!" Hermione said, sounding bored. Everyone snickered and followed her toward the shops.
* * *
Dear Gods, the day has flown by. Harry thought sleepily as he sat in an empty compartment on board the Hogwarts Express. He wasn't feeling well, so he had left the compartment filled with laughter and playing to get some peace and quiet. His nerves kept twitching as he tried to block one thing from his mind: Draco was on this same train.
He stretched out his legs and smoothed down the front of his black school robe. Harry closed his eyes and leaned his pounding forehead againt the cool glass of the window. He finally gave into it. Draco was all he wanted. He lusted him so bad. It was as if he needed him. Harry imagined Draco's sexy build, his stone eyes, and his pale skin. How he wanted to reach out a hand and feel that milky silk of skin. Harry's heart beat quicker, and he could feel himself hardening at the thought. He shook his head and opened his eyes.
His eyes followed the trees as the sped past, making him dizzy. Harry jumped when he heard a knock at the compartment door, then it slid open. His heart jumped into his throat: It was Draco.
"Why are you in here?" Draco asked, eyeing Harry's lazy form. "I was taking a nap." Harry replied simply. Draco raised an eyebrow suspiciously and looked out the window. The sun was still shining. "Taking a nap?" He asked, taking a step towards Harry. Harry's heart beat quickened. "I'm not feeling very well." He stated, taking a deep breath.
Draco smirked. He obviously noticed how easy it was for him to make Harry tense. "Where do you feel sick?" He asked, his gray eyes reflecting the sunlight. Harry sat up a little bit in the seat. "My head. I have a headache." He said, sounding drained. Draco was still walking slowly toward him, and now he was merely an inch away. Harry could feel his breath on his ear as he whispered "I can make that feel better."
It all happened so fast. Harry had yanked Draco forward on top of him and engaged him in a long, passionate kiss. Draco bent his head back, smirking and gasping for air. "Liked that, didn't you, Potter?" He asked, standing up. Harry just eyed Draco. "I've got to go. Prefects are supposed to be up front." Draco said quickly, turning the knob. Harry reached out his arm. "Wait," He said quietly. But it was too late, Draco was already gone.
* * *
"Harry," Hermione whispered to him as they got into one of the horseless cairages. "You've been acting different." Harry eyed her for a second. Her chestnut curls sat against her shoulders, and her amber eyes were filled with warmth and care. Harry felt his eyes sting with hot tears, but he blinked them away.
"I'm fine." He said weakly. But inside he wasn't. Inside he was falling once again. Hermione looked at him suspiciously, but scooted over to let Ron in the cairage. "Harry, feelin' better?" He asked with a lopsided grin. Harry nodded slowly, then closed his eyes.
"Things will never be the same again..." Dumbledore whispered softly into Harry's ear. Harry turned and looked the older wizard in the eye. The kind twinkle was missing. "What do you mean?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Things will never be the same again..." Dumbledore kept repeating over and over. Everything around Harry began to swirl at a hybrid speed, and suddenly, his scar began to burn...
"AH!" Harry cried out, clasping a hand over his scar. Hermione and Ron looked over at him: Ron was staring at him as if he were insane, and Hermione looked worried. Harry glanced around. They were still on the cairage. "How long was I asleep for?" He asked, wiping his hair from his face. Hermione answered right away. "Three minutes."
Harry cursed under his breath. "Well, what is it, then?" Ron asked, popping a chocolate frog into his mouth. "N-nothing, it was nothing. Just a nightmare, that's all." Harry said, smiling up at his two best friends. Hermione smiled back at him, and they sat in silence for the rest of the ride.
When they pulled up to the castle, Hermione swung the cairage door open, and they slid out of the cairage onto the moise earth. Harry blended in with the crowd as they all marched through the large double doors and into the castle. As soon as Harry crossed that line between the steps and the hall, he felt an imediate warmth flow through his body. He was glad to be home.
He walked into the great hall and took a seat at the extremely long Gryffindor table. "Hello, Harry!" A little boy with blonde hair called. It was Dennis Creevy. Harry grinned. "Hello, Dennis!" Ron one of the empty seats next to Harry, and the next seat was filled up by Adriana Rivera. Harry turned and smiled genuinely at her.
"Harry!" She cried out happily. "So nice to see you!" Her mouth widened into a smile, her green eyes twinkled merrily. "You too, Adriana." Harry said. Everyone got quiet as Professor McGonagall brought out the sorting hat.
* * *
That night Harry pulled off his robes and climbed into bed with a full stomach, a light smile playing on his lips. He actually felt happy at the moment. He had managed to keep his mind off Draco all night. He closed his eyes and welcomed the sleep peacefully.
Eight hours later, Harry's eyes fluttered open. He closed them quickly, surprised at the brightness of the sunlight pouring through the dusty windows of the boys' dormitory. Harry placed his glasses on, and looked around. He was always the last person to wake up. Pulling on his cloak, he marched downstairs, yawning.
"Hello, Harry!" Hermione called up from a book. She smiled warmly, and bent her head down once again. "I'm going to go eat breakfast," Harry grunted as he walked out of the portrait hole. He made his way to the great hall, eying the nearly empty room. There were students scattered all around, bantering.
"Oh, look! It's Harry!" Squealed a short girl with brown hair. A blonde girl with large blue eyes turned around. "Tsk, tsk, Alice!" She said ruefully. Harry waved at Luna, and backed slowly away from Alice, who kept trying to make eye contact with him. "I'm going to eat," He said, hurrying to the Gryffindor table.
"Eggs, scrambled." Harry said to the plate in front of him. It was instantly filled with bright yellow steaming eggs. Harry grinned. Boy was he hungry. When he finished, he just sat there, staring into space. He jumped when he noticed a pair of gray eyes peering into his from across the room. He recognized the blonde hair. Draco.
Harry gulped, feeling his heart pound. Draco folded a piece of parchment and sat it in the palm of his hand, then he blew on it, and it turned into a beautiful white dove. Harry followed the dove with his eyes and watched as it flew out the open window. Draco smirked at Harry, and Harry blushed. Dean Thomas, who happened to be staring at Harry, looked puzzled. "Why are you blushing?" He asked, trying to follow Harry's gaze.
Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice. "Er.. Nothing." He said quickly. Dean kept looking over at the Slytherin table, but gave up and took a bite out of his bagel.