DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY
In the smallest room in the most ordinary house in Little Whining, London, there lives a boy. But this is no ordinary boy. This boy is the second most known wizard in the wizarding world. His name is Harry Potter. Harry wakes up in a cold sweat. He has just woken up from a very odd dream. In his dream he was back at the beloved school that acts as his home during three seasons of the year. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was walking the halls when a figure with a face he could not see walked up to Harry.
"This year, you're mine Potter." The stranger said with an oddly familiar voice.
It was then that he awoke. Now Harry is pacing back and forth in his room thinking of the possibilities of who the stranger could be and what he would want. He could be an enemy, which would explain why he used Harry's last name. For Harry has made many enemies back when he was only an infant. A dark wizard named Voldemort killed his parents and tried to kill him, but for an unknown reason, he failed. He left Harry with only a cursed scar, while Voldemort was left with virtually no powers. He had went into hiding for many years. Until two years ago.In Harry's forth year the Dark Lord rose again, and only last year killed the last bit of family Harry liked. Harry was still trying to get used to the fact that he was never going to see his godfather again. He tries writing to him still, but then remembers the horrific events that took place only a few months earlier.
Voldemort has many followers that want Harry dead. Maybe this up coming year will bring death to Harry. He didn't really care. At this point that was all he really wanted. Death. But he had a feeling he would never be so lucky.
Sadness and anger warped his mind to depression. If only his so-called- friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger could see him now. These days he dresses in black and covers himself in chains and spikes, only wanting to huddle up in a corner and waist away. But his mother's sister and her family would not allow it. Whether they want to believe it or not, they need him. Who else would cook and clean? All summer that is all he does for those people that are supposed to be his family, supposed to love him. But no, all they do is boss him around and occasionally beat him if he dares get out of line. If he could only use his wand. He would curse them to oblivion. But no matter, in a few days he would be on his way back to school, the only place where he truly feels at home.
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After what seemed like forever, Harry finally got to the train station. As he made his way to Platform 9 3/4 he couldn't help but wonder what the new school year would bring. So far Harry had managed to avoid anyone worth talking to. Why bother? His friends had not sent one single letter this summer. Would they if they had known what exactly was going on in Harry's newly demented head? He would rather not know. He found a compartment that was empty and plopped down for a short nap.
He woke about an hour later to a soft knock on the door.
"Go away!" Harry commanded. Unfortunately whoever it was, was determined to get on Harry's nerves because they walked in.
"Hey. How was your summer?" Asked Ron.
"Well, I got stuck doing chores, Sirius has died because of me, and had no friends to console in. In short, my summer sucked." Harry says obviously getting angry.
"Sorry about that mate, but me and Hermione have kind of been absorbed in each other lately. I am very sorry that we neglected you."
"Oh, okay. You sorry for making my life a living hell all summer all because you were busy with a GIRL! I thought we were better friends than that. You'd think that you could at least send me a fucking birthday card! But no! You are too busy for poor pathetic Harry!" By this time Harry was breathing heavily.
"I said I was sorry."
"Get out." Harry was fuming.
The compartment door shut and Harry was alone once again. He was surrounded by peace and silence, just the way he liked it. Ron must have spread the word that he was in a bad mood, either that or they heard the yelling, because nobody bothered him for the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts.
A few hours later they arrived just outside Hogsmeade. Harry found a nice deserted carriage. But after about five minutes his silence was broken due to the fact that a very handsome blonde boy by the name of Draco Malfoy had just walked in.
"What do you want?" Asked a very annoyed Harry.
"All the other carriages are taken. So deal because you're stuck with me." Malfoy grinned.
"Oh yay." Said a very unenthused Harry.
"And a good thing too, because I wanted to talk to you." Harry glanced at him shocked. Why Malfoy want to talk to him?
"What are you up to Malfoy?"
"You know... You would have done quite nicely in Slytherin."
"So I've heard..."
"And you look really sexy with the Goth look." His grin grew wider.
"You think I am sexy do you?" Malfoy nods. "I don't buy it. What the fuck is this all about? And why the sudden change of heart?"
"Now that my father is in prison I am free to be me without his ideas being forced on me. I have always liked you ever since we first met in the robe store. But the boy you were then and the man you are now do not compare. You are sexier than ever Potter."
This was quite a shock for Harry. He had never questioned his sexuality, but Malfoy was certainly turning him on now more than any girl ever has. While Malfoy was talking he smoothly pinned Harry where he was on his seat and their faces were merely inches apart.
"You know you want me too."
The carriages came to a halt. Assuming that they were now at Hogwarts, Harry managed to get Malfoy off of him, scrambled to get out of the carriage, and ran as fast as he could inside the school. Harry was determined to not let Malfoy get to him.
Not wanting to speak with anyone, Harry quickly made his way to the room of requirement. When he walked in he noticed that the walls were covered in paintings of skulls and dead people. There was a bed covered in black sheets with a black fishnet vale. On the nightstand was a few magazines with naked guys on the front cover, to take care of the problem that Malfoy so willingly left Harry with.
"Damn him," he said silently.
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The first week of school was completely un eventful for Harry. Classes came and went. Potions was terrible, as usual. Snape always criticizing poor Harry for every little thing he does wrong. Professor Treawny was just as crazy as last year. Professor Binns just as boring. And Professor McGonagal just as strict. Harry spent most lunches in the library or in the commonroom because he could not stand the looks Malfoy was giving him. Harry has managed to avoid being alone with Malfoy so far. As for Ron and Hermione, he tries at all costs to not look them in the eyes in fear that they would try engaging in a conversation. Luckily, Ron seemed to get the message on the train and passed it on to Hermione, because they tried just as hard as he did to not talk to him. Friends. Who needs them? Obviously not Harry.
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One night, about two weeks after school began, Harry was in the bathroom in the boy's dormitories. He had just finished piercing his lip when the door creeped open.
"Now you're piercing your lip? What's wrong with you Harry? Why have you changed so much?" Asked a baffled Ron.
"Over the summer I realized... I don't need to impress anyone. I can just be myself. This is me, how I want to dress, how I want to act, how I want to be. Can't you and Hermione accept this 'new' me?" Harry asked sincerely, trying not to get angry and blow things way out of proportion again.
"We want you to be happy, but shutting yourself away from people is not the way to go about it. You need a girl or something mate. Maybe someone who could make you happy. I hear Lavender is available."
"I don't need a girl, Ron."
"Don't be ridiculous, of course you do."
"Ron... I'm gay."
"Haha, Harry, this is no time for jokes. You are seriously unhappy. You need a chick, just admit it."
"Ron! I am not joking! I AM GAY. I like guys, not girls. Deal." said Harry.
Ron tilted his head and looked at him confused, he looked like one of those people on that muggle TV show, Jerry Springer, just finding out that his lover was not a girl, but a guy in disguise. "Y-You're gay?" He stutters.
"Yes, Ron."
"Well, what ever toots your flute, mate."
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be? In the wizarding world people are more open to things like this, unlike those muggles. I fully support you, Harry." Ron smiles.
"Thank you. Your acceptance means a lot to me."
"What are friends for? But I still feel really bad about not writing to you over the summer. So does Hermione."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blown up like that."
"You shouldn't have had a reason to blow up."
"What do you say to forgetting that ever happened?"
"Sounds good."
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And so the trio is reunited again, but Harry chose not to tell them about Malfoy. Since they are still a little awkward between them he decided that it wasn't time for that just yet. They would freak and make a big deal, something that Harry did not want just yet. He goes to all the meals now, but still leaves early with a lame excuse.
After breakfast one day Harry decides to wander the halls and explore unknown passages and so on. But as he turned the corner not far from the Great Hall, Harry collides with something.
"Ugh. Get off of me Potter. I like to be on top." Before Harry opened his eyes, he knew who he had ran into. Malfoy.
"Watch where you're going next time."
"I was. And I got exactly where I wanted to be."
"How cheesy. Did you come up with that all on your own, Malfoy?"
"Yes." He smirks. "And by the way, I love your lip ring."
They were still entwined on the ground, only Malfoy had managed to get on top and was holding Harry down.
"Get off." Harry said.
"Make me."
Harry tried to push him off, but failed. Malfoy smirked and bent down to kiss Harry. As their lips met Harry tried to pull away, but Malfoy was persistant. Before Harry knew it he forced his lips against Malfoy's with just as much eagerness. Malfoy smelled like vanilla. And tasted like vanilla.
Harry realized what was happening and thought of Ron and Hermione's face if they were to find out that Harry was making out with Draco Malfoy. He summed up all the strength he had to push Malfoy off of him. Malfoy wore a shocked expression, but it faded as he saw Harry's face. Harry liked it. That's what was wrong. He felt that he shouldn't have. Malfoy was mean. This was obviously a big joke. On that note Harry ran. He didn't know where he was going, but he had to get away from Malfoy. An hour later Harry found he way to class. Unfortunately his first class of the day was Potions.
"You're late Mr. Potter. Do you have an excuse?" Snape snarled.
"No Professor." Harry looked around at the class that was staring at him. Malfoy was smirking. Ron and Hermione were looking at him in confusion. He sat next to them.
"15 points will be deducted from Gryffindor. Next class, be here on time Mr. Potter."
"Yes Professor."
"The assignment is on the board." Snape sat at his desk and started some work.
"Where were you Harry?" Asked Hermione.
"I went back to the dorm to get some sleep. I accidentally slept in." Harry claimed.
"I went back to look for you thinking you did just that, but when I got there, you were nowhere to be found." Ron said.
"Tell us the truth Harry." Said Hermione.
"Look guys, I am just to embarrassed too talk about it right now."
"Okay Harry. We'll leave it for now, but we are going to need an explanation if this ever happens again." Oh how Harry loved Hermione at that moment.
"Thank you." Said Harry graciously.
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There was only a week left until Halloween. This year Dumbledore wants all the students to become more familiar with muggle traditions. So every one is to order by owl a costume. On Halloween there will be a school party, in which there will be music and snacks.
Harry was looking through books and magazines trying to find out what to be. A wizard was definitely out of the picture. Suddenly a thought occurs to him. He races down to the owlry getting his order down on a piece of parchment.
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Halloween morning at breakfast Harry was starting to think he would never get his costume on time. But then he saw Hedwig flying towards him with a rather large package.
"Is that your costume for Halloween, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Yes, but I want it to be a surprise so don't ask any more unless you want your ass kicked."
"I'm going to be a troll and Hermione is going to be a cat."
"That's nice. So Hermione finally got over the whole cat accident that happened in our second year?"
"She says that the only way she can heal is to have a positive experience as a cat, so try not to screw anything up."
"I'll try."
"Okay. Meet us at seven in the common room."
"Fine."
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When Harry entered the common room at seven everyone gasped. Harry was wearing black leather pants, a black tee shirt, black eyeliner and eye shadow, black wings, a spiked collar and spiked bracelets. He was a dark angel.
Ron and Hermione gawked.
"Wow," said Hermione.
"Is that a good thing?" Harry asked her.
"You look great Harry. It was just unexpected." Answered Hermione.
"Thank you. Can we go now?" Harry asked impatiently.
"Of course."
They walked in silence to the Great Hall. It has been redecorated in black and orange ribbons, and skeletons hung freely in the air. Candy was scattered over a table that stood against one of the walls.
About five minutes after Harry had arrived Malfoy walked in. Apparently they had thought somewhat alike because he was also wearing dark-red leather pants. Attached to Malfoy pants was a red belt with black skulls on it. He wore a long sleeved black and red fish-net shirt. A black cape hung loosely around his neck the inside of the cape was red. He wore no jewelry, but he did have black makeup on. Every time he spoke silver fangs could be seen peeking from inside mouth. Harry was mesmerized. He slowly made his way to Malfoy.
"Hey, Potter." He greeted.
"Hi, Malfoy. I like your costume." complemented Harry.
"Is the great Harry Potter complimenting me? His arch nemesis?" Harry nodded. "Well you don't look so bad yourself Potter. Would you like to go outside?" Harry nodded again.
The two boys made their way out to the gardens. Luckily no one was out there. They sat on a bench.
"Why are you suddenly so interested in me? Last time we came face to face you ran away." Malfoy stated.
"I guess I was scared. I started thinking about what my friends would say if they found out that I was making out with my 'arch nemesis'. I freaked out and ran. I'm sorry." Harry answered.
"Why are you speaking to me now?"
"I don't know. But I am here... talking. Better late than never."
"If I try kissing you again will you run?" Malfoy asked.
"Try it and we shall find out." Harry answered. Malfoy grabbed Harry by the back of his neck and forced Harry's lips to meet his. Harry slipped his tongue into Malfoy's mouth. His tongue brushed against Malfoy's sharp fangs. The taste of blood filled their mouths. The blood did not phase them in the slightest. The kiss only became more intense. Harry pushed Malfoy down on the bench and climbed on top of him.
"Oh, Harry..." Malfoy groaned.
Harry got off and stood up.
"What did you just call me?" He asked.
"Umm, Potter?" Malfoy answered.
"No you didn't. You called me Harry. Why?"
"Last names are so juvenile. We are past that."
"We are?"
"What did you think this was, Harry?"
"Things are going way to fast for me. I think I need to go and think over some things."
With Harry's luck, when he got back into the castle he ran strait into Ron and Hermione.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked.
"Outside." Harry answered.
"Why?" Asked Hermione.
"Listen... I need to go. I do not want to talk about it just yet. I'll tell you when I am ready, just leave me alone for now." Harry ran back to the dorm. Since everyone was at the party, there was no one in the commonroom or the dorm.
Harry had been so sure that this whole thing with Malfoy had just been a joke, but when he said Harry's first name it was then that Harry realized this was no joke. Malfoy had meant everything that he had said to Harry. Was Harry willing to put aside everything Malfoy had done and said? Yes. But what would his friends think? They hate Malfoy with a burning purple passion. And what of Malfoy's family? Wouldn't they disown Malfoy if he were to become allies with the famous Harry Potter? The stakes seemed stacked against him. But Ron was right about one thing. Harry did need someone. He was a very lonely boy. He only ever felt alive when he was with Malfoy.
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The next morning was a Saturday morning. Harry had woken up unusually early, which gave him time to take a shower and choose his clothe carefully, unlike normal days in which he barely had enough time to get his school bags, let alone take a shower. (He now takes them at night). Once out of the shower Harry noticed Ron had just woken up.
"Ron, I need to talk to you." Harry stated.
"Is this about last night?" Ron asked.
"Kind of..." Harry replied. "Malfoy likes me, I guess. And a few weeks ago we ran into each other in the hall. One thing lead to another, and some how we ended up making out."
"WHAT?!" Ron screamed. "But he's always been nothing but a dick to all of us! How can you be sure that he's not just doing this to make you pay somehow for you putting his father in jail?"
"Last night we got together again and he called me by my first name. He didn't use it sarcastically or anything. It was sincere. I think he actually likes me, but I am not sure what to do."
"Well, you deserve to be happy Harry, and if you think that Malfoy can make you happy then you should at least try it." Harry hugged Ron.
"Thank you."
Harry ran down to the Great Hall. Malfoy was already there eating. He looked up at the front door to see Harry beckoning him with his index finger. He got up and followed Harry silently to an unknown corridor. Harry walked back and forth three times and a door appeared out of thin air. They walked in to find a fairly ordinary room with a few couches, a large fireplace, a bookshelf, and a few small tables.
"So did you do your thinking?" Malfoy asked.
"Would we be here if I didn't?"
"Maybe. You are a strange one, I never know what to expect."
"Well I did a lot of thinking." Harry said.
"And?"
Harry pushed him onto one of the couches. The fire flared up as Harry lightly pressed his lips
against the other boy's.
"I want you, Draco."
Draco's eyes grew wider.
"Surnames are beneath us."
Draco genuinely smiled.
"Oh, Harry-" Harry cut him off with another kiss. Once again their tongues were dueling, this time with a taste of strawberries, a step up from blood.
When they separated the same bed that Harry had used the first night of school had returned.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Draco asked.
"Did you happen to think about needing a bed?" Harry smiled.
Draco's smirk had returned.
"This is the Room of Requirement," Harry explained. "What ever you need, the room will give it to you."
"I only really need one thing."
"And what is that?"
"You," replied Draco. He got up from his position on the couch and swiftly picked Harry up and set him back down on the bed.
"So does this mean we are boyfriends?" Harry questioned.
"Are you comfortable with that?"
"Yes."
"Will you be my boyfriend Harry Potter?" Asked Draco.
"Of course."
Draco pinned Harry to the bed and kissed him firmly. And there they remained for the rest of the day making out, and just being there together. Their first day as a couple.
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A/N: I decided that my last story sucked so i started a new one. I think it is okay. Please tell me what you think.
In the smallest room in the most ordinary house in Little Whining, London, there lives a boy. But this is no ordinary boy. This boy is the second most known wizard in the wizarding world. His name is Harry Potter. Harry wakes up in a cold sweat. He has just woken up from a very odd dream. In his dream he was back at the beloved school that acts as his home during three seasons of the year. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was walking the halls when a figure with a face he could not see walked up to Harry.
"This year, you're mine Potter." The stranger said with an oddly familiar voice.
It was then that he awoke. Now Harry is pacing back and forth in his room thinking of the possibilities of who the stranger could be and what he would want. He could be an enemy, which would explain why he used Harry's last name. For Harry has made many enemies back when he was only an infant. A dark wizard named Voldemort killed his parents and tried to kill him, but for an unknown reason, he failed. He left Harry with only a cursed scar, while Voldemort was left with virtually no powers. He had went into hiding for many years. Until two years ago.In Harry's forth year the Dark Lord rose again, and only last year killed the last bit of family Harry liked. Harry was still trying to get used to the fact that he was never going to see his godfather again. He tries writing to him still, but then remembers the horrific events that took place only a few months earlier.
Voldemort has many followers that want Harry dead. Maybe this up coming year will bring death to Harry. He didn't really care. At this point that was all he really wanted. Death. But he had a feeling he would never be so lucky.
Sadness and anger warped his mind to depression. If only his so-called- friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger could see him now. These days he dresses in black and covers himself in chains and spikes, only wanting to huddle up in a corner and waist away. But his mother's sister and her family would not allow it. Whether they want to believe it or not, they need him. Who else would cook and clean? All summer that is all he does for those people that are supposed to be his family, supposed to love him. But no, all they do is boss him around and occasionally beat him if he dares get out of line. If he could only use his wand. He would curse them to oblivion. But no matter, in a few days he would be on his way back to school, the only place where he truly feels at home.
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After what seemed like forever, Harry finally got to the train station. As he made his way to Platform 9 3/4 he couldn't help but wonder what the new school year would bring. So far Harry had managed to avoid anyone worth talking to. Why bother? His friends had not sent one single letter this summer. Would they if they had known what exactly was going on in Harry's newly demented head? He would rather not know. He found a compartment that was empty and plopped down for a short nap.
He woke about an hour later to a soft knock on the door.
"Go away!" Harry commanded. Unfortunately whoever it was, was determined to get on Harry's nerves because they walked in.
"Hey. How was your summer?" Asked Ron.
"Well, I got stuck doing chores, Sirius has died because of me, and had no friends to console in. In short, my summer sucked." Harry says obviously getting angry.
"Sorry about that mate, but me and Hermione have kind of been absorbed in each other lately. I am very sorry that we neglected you."
"Oh, okay. You sorry for making my life a living hell all summer all because you were busy with a GIRL! I thought we were better friends than that. You'd think that you could at least send me a fucking birthday card! But no! You are too busy for poor pathetic Harry!" By this time Harry was breathing heavily.
"I said I was sorry."
"Get out." Harry was fuming.
The compartment door shut and Harry was alone once again. He was surrounded by peace and silence, just the way he liked it. Ron must have spread the word that he was in a bad mood, either that or they heard the yelling, because nobody bothered him for the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts.
A few hours later they arrived just outside Hogsmeade. Harry found a nice deserted carriage. But after about five minutes his silence was broken due to the fact that a very handsome blonde boy by the name of Draco Malfoy had just walked in.
"What do you want?" Asked a very annoyed Harry.
"All the other carriages are taken. So deal because you're stuck with me." Malfoy grinned.
"Oh yay." Said a very unenthused Harry.
"And a good thing too, because I wanted to talk to you." Harry glanced at him shocked. Why Malfoy want to talk to him?
"What are you up to Malfoy?"
"You know... You would have done quite nicely in Slytherin."
"So I've heard..."
"And you look really sexy with the Goth look." His grin grew wider.
"You think I am sexy do you?" Malfoy nods. "I don't buy it. What the fuck is this all about? And why the sudden change of heart?"
"Now that my father is in prison I am free to be me without his ideas being forced on me. I have always liked you ever since we first met in the robe store. But the boy you were then and the man you are now do not compare. You are sexier than ever Potter."
This was quite a shock for Harry. He had never questioned his sexuality, but Malfoy was certainly turning him on now more than any girl ever has. While Malfoy was talking he smoothly pinned Harry where he was on his seat and their faces were merely inches apart.
"You know you want me too."
The carriages came to a halt. Assuming that they were now at Hogwarts, Harry managed to get Malfoy off of him, scrambled to get out of the carriage, and ran as fast as he could inside the school. Harry was determined to not let Malfoy get to him.
Not wanting to speak with anyone, Harry quickly made his way to the room of requirement. When he walked in he noticed that the walls were covered in paintings of skulls and dead people. There was a bed covered in black sheets with a black fishnet vale. On the nightstand was a few magazines with naked guys on the front cover, to take care of the problem that Malfoy so willingly left Harry with.
"Damn him," he said silently.
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The first week of school was completely un eventful for Harry. Classes came and went. Potions was terrible, as usual. Snape always criticizing poor Harry for every little thing he does wrong. Professor Treawny was just as crazy as last year. Professor Binns just as boring. And Professor McGonagal just as strict. Harry spent most lunches in the library or in the commonroom because he could not stand the looks Malfoy was giving him. Harry has managed to avoid being alone with Malfoy so far. As for Ron and Hermione, he tries at all costs to not look them in the eyes in fear that they would try engaging in a conversation. Luckily, Ron seemed to get the message on the train and passed it on to Hermione, because they tried just as hard as he did to not talk to him. Friends. Who needs them? Obviously not Harry.
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One night, about two weeks after school began, Harry was in the bathroom in the boy's dormitories. He had just finished piercing his lip when the door creeped open.
"Now you're piercing your lip? What's wrong with you Harry? Why have you changed so much?" Asked a baffled Ron.
"Over the summer I realized... I don't need to impress anyone. I can just be myself. This is me, how I want to dress, how I want to act, how I want to be. Can't you and Hermione accept this 'new' me?" Harry asked sincerely, trying not to get angry and blow things way out of proportion again.
"We want you to be happy, but shutting yourself away from people is not the way to go about it. You need a girl or something mate. Maybe someone who could make you happy. I hear Lavender is available."
"I don't need a girl, Ron."
"Don't be ridiculous, of course you do."
"Ron... I'm gay."
"Haha, Harry, this is no time for jokes. You are seriously unhappy. You need a chick, just admit it."
"Ron! I am not joking! I AM GAY. I like guys, not girls. Deal." said Harry.
Ron tilted his head and looked at him confused, he looked like one of those people on that muggle TV show, Jerry Springer, just finding out that his lover was not a girl, but a guy in disguise. "Y-You're gay?" He stutters.
"Yes, Ron."
"Well, what ever toots your flute, mate."
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be? In the wizarding world people are more open to things like this, unlike those muggles. I fully support you, Harry." Ron smiles.
"Thank you. Your acceptance means a lot to me."
"What are friends for? But I still feel really bad about not writing to you over the summer. So does Hermione."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blown up like that."
"You shouldn't have had a reason to blow up."
"What do you say to forgetting that ever happened?"
"Sounds good."
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And so the trio is reunited again, but Harry chose not to tell them about Malfoy. Since they are still a little awkward between them he decided that it wasn't time for that just yet. They would freak and make a big deal, something that Harry did not want just yet. He goes to all the meals now, but still leaves early with a lame excuse.
After breakfast one day Harry decides to wander the halls and explore unknown passages and so on. But as he turned the corner not far from the Great Hall, Harry collides with something.
"Ugh. Get off of me Potter. I like to be on top." Before Harry opened his eyes, he knew who he had ran into. Malfoy.
"Watch where you're going next time."
"I was. And I got exactly where I wanted to be."
"How cheesy. Did you come up with that all on your own, Malfoy?"
"Yes." He smirks. "And by the way, I love your lip ring."
They were still entwined on the ground, only Malfoy had managed to get on top and was holding Harry down.
"Get off." Harry said.
"Make me."
Harry tried to push him off, but failed. Malfoy smirked and bent down to kiss Harry. As their lips met Harry tried to pull away, but Malfoy was persistant. Before Harry knew it he forced his lips against Malfoy's with just as much eagerness. Malfoy smelled like vanilla. And tasted like vanilla.
Harry realized what was happening and thought of Ron and Hermione's face if they were to find out that Harry was making out with Draco Malfoy. He summed up all the strength he had to push Malfoy off of him. Malfoy wore a shocked expression, but it faded as he saw Harry's face. Harry liked it. That's what was wrong. He felt that he shouldn't have. Malfoy was mean. This was obviously a big joke. On that note Harry ran. He didn't know where he was going, but he had to get away from Malfoy. An hour later Harry found he way to class. Unfortunately his first class of the day was Potions.
"You're late Mr. Potter. Do you have an excuse?" Snape snarled.
"No Professor." Harry looked around at the class that was staring at him. Malfoy was smirking. Ron and Hermione were looking at him in confusion. He sat next to them.
"15 points will be deducted from Gryffindor. Next class, be here on time Mr. Potter."
"Yes Professor."
"The assignment is on the board." Snape sat at his desk and started some work.
"Where were you Harry?" Asked Hermione.
"I went back to the dorm to get some sleep. I accidentally slept in." Harry claimed.
"I went back to look for you thinking you did just that, but when I got there, you were nowhere to be found." Ron said.
"Tell us the truth Harry." Said Hermione.
"Look guys, I am just to embarrassed too talk about it right now."
"Okay Harry. We'll leave it for now, but we are going to need an explanation if this ever happens again." Oh how Harry loved Hermione at that moment.
"Thank you." Said Harry graciously.
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There was only a week left until Halloween. This year Dumbledore wants all the students to become more familiar with muggle traditions. So every one is to order by owl a costume. On Halloween there will be a school party, in which there will be music and snacks.
Harry was looking through books and magazines trying to find out what to be. A wizard was definitely out of the picture. Suddenly a thought occurs to him. He races down to the owlry getting his order down on a piece of parchment.
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Halloween morning at breakfast Harry was starting to think he would never get his costume on time. But then he saw Hedwig flying towards him with a rather large package.
"Is that your costume for Halloween, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Yes, but I want it to be a surprise so don't ask any more unless you want your ass kicked."
"I'm going to be a troll and Hermione is going to be a cat."
"That's nice. So Hermione finally got over the whole cat accident that happened in our second year?"
"She says that the only way she can heal is to have a positive experience as a cat, so try not to screw anything up."
"I'll try."
"Okay. Meet us at seven in the common room."
"Fine."
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When Harry entered the common room at seven everyone gasped. Harry was wearing black leather pants, a black tee shirt, black eyeliner and eye shadow, black wings, a spiked collar and spiked bracelets. He was a dark angel.
Ron and Hermione gawked.
"Wow," said Hermione.
"Is that a good thing?" Harry asked her.
"You look great Harry. It was just unexpected." Answered Hermione.
"Thank you. Can we go now?" Harry asked impatiently.
"Of course."
They walked in silence to the Great Hall. It has been redecorated in black and orange ribbons, and skeletons hung freely in the air. Candy was scattered over a table that stood against one of the walls.
About five minutes after Harry had arrived Malfoy walked in. Apparently they had thought somewhat alike because he was also wearing dark-red leather pants. Attached to Malfoy pants was a red belt with black skulls on it. He wore a long sleeved black and red fish-net shirt. A black cape hung loosely around his neck the inside of the cape was red. He wore no jewelry, but he did have black makeup on. Every time he spoke silver fangs could be seen peeking from inside mouth. Harry was mesmerized. He slowly made his way to Malfoy.
"Hey, Potter." He greeted.
"Hi, Malfoy. I like your costume." complemented Harry.
"Is the great Harry Potter complimenting me? His arch nemesis?" Harry nodded. "Well you don't look so bad yourself Potter. Would you like to go outside?" Harry nodded again.
The two boys made their way out to the gardens. Luckily no one was out there. They sat on a bench.
"Why are you suddenly so interested in me? Last time we came face to face you ran away." Malfoy stated.
"I guess I was scared. I started thinking about what my friends would say if they found out that I was making out with my 'arch nemesis'. I freaked out and ran. I'm sorry." Harry answered.
"Why are you speaking to me now?"
"I don't know. But I am here... talking. Better late than never."
"If I try kissing you again will you run?" Malfoy asked.
"Try it and we shall find out." Harry answered. Malfoy grabbed Harry by the back of his neck and forced Harry's lips to meet his. Harry slipped his tongue into Malfoy's mouth. His tongue brushed against Malfoy's sharp fangs. The taste of blood filled their mouths. The blood did not phase them in the slightest. The kiss only became more intense. Harry pushed Malfoy down on the bench and climbed on top of him.
"Oh, Harry..." Malfoy groaned.
Harry got off and stood up.
"What did you just call me?" He asked.
"Umm, Potter?" Malfoy answered.
"No you didn't. You called me Harry. Why?"
"Last names are so juvenile. We are past that."
"We are?"
"What did you think this was, Harry?"
"Things are going way to fast for me. I think I need to go and think over some things."
With Harry's luck, when he got back into the castle he ran strait into Ron and Hermione.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked.
"Outside." Harry answered.
"Why?" Asked Hermione.
"Listen... I need to go. I do not want to talk about it just yet. I'll tell you when I am ready, just leave me alone for now." Harry ran back to the dorm. Since everyone was at the party, there was no one in the commonroom or the dorm.
Harry had been so sure that this whole thing with Malfoy had just been a joke, but when he said Harry's first name it was then that Harry realized this was no joke. Malfoy had meant everything that he had said to Harry. Was Harry willing to put aside everything Malfoy had done and said? Yes. But what would his friends think? They hate Malfoy with a burning purple passion. And what of Malfoy's family? Wouldn't they disown Malfoy if he were to become allies with the famous Harry Potter? The stakes seemed stacked against him. But Ron was right about one thing. Harry did need someone. He was a very lonely boy. He only ever felt alive when he was with Malfoy.
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The next morning was a Saturday morning. Harry had woken up unusually early, which gave him time to take a shower and choose his clothe carefully, unlike normal days in which he barely had enough time to get his school bags, let alone take a shower. (He now takes them at night). Once out of the shower Harry noticed Ron had just woken up.
"Ron, I need to talk to you." Harry stated.
"Is this about last night?" Ron asked.
"Kind of..." Harry replied. "Malfoy likes me, I guess. And a few weeks ago we ran into each other in the hall. One thing lead to another, and some how we ended up making out."
"WHAT?!" Ron screamed. "But he's always been nothing but a dick to all of us! How can you be sure that he's not just doing this to make you pay somehow for you putting his father in jail?"
"Last night we got together again and he called me by my first name. He didn't use it sarcastically or anything. It was sincere. I think he actually likes me, but I am not sure what to do."
"Well, you deserve to be happy Harry, and if you think that Malfoy can make you happy then you should at least try it." Harry hugged Ron.
"Thank you."
Harry ran down to the Great Hall. Malfoy was already there eating. He looked up at the front door to see Harry beckoning him with his index finger. He got up and followed Harry silently to an unknown corridor. Harry walked back and forth three times and a door appeared out of thin air. They walked in to find a fairly ordinary room with a few couches, a large fireplace, a bookshelf, and a few small tables.
"So did you do your thinking?" Malfoy asked.
"Would we be here if I didn't?"
"Maybe. You are a strange one, I never know what to expect."
"Well I did a lot of thinking." Harry said.
"And?"
Harry pushed him onto one of the couches. The fire flared up as Harry lightly pressed his lips
against the other boy's.
"I want you, Draco."
Draco's eyes grew wider.
"Surnames are beneath us."
Draco genuinely smiled.
"Oh, Harry-" Harry cut him off with another kiss. Once again their tongues were dueling, this time with a taste of strawberries, a step up from blood.
When they separated the same bed that Harry had used the first night of school had returned.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Draco asked.
"Did you happen to think about needing a bed?" Harry smiled.
Draco's smirk had returned.
"This is the Room of Requirement," Harry explained. "What ever you need, the room will give it to you."
"I only really need one thing."
"And what is that?"
"You," replied Draco. He got up from his position on the couch and swiftly picked Harry up and set him back down on the bed.
"So does this mean we are boyfriends?" Harry questioned.
"Are you comfortable with that?"
"Yes."
"Will you be my boyfriend Harry Potter?" Asked Draco.
"Of course."
Draco pinned Harry to the bed and kissed him firmly. And there they remained for the rest of the day making out, and just being there together. Their first day as a couple.
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A/N: I decided that my last story sucked so i started a new one. I think it is okay. Please tell me what you think.