Flammy: I'm glad you liked the last chapter! Here's another one for ya! Fast enough? I enjoyed writing this one as well.

DragonVampire: I try to be fast! I know how it is when people update slowly…lol. I hope it keeps getting better, I have many things in store. ::grin:: and you never fail to pick out mistakes! It only helps me grow. It is September first they travel to Hogwarts, but we'll just say a great and powerful time turner helped for the speeding up of time. ::grin:: Well, the next chapter will come…:::Does best Ryan Seacrest impression::: after the break.

:::A/N: This chapter gets a little…wow. I hope you all enjoy it! It took me one whole day of sitting, staring at paper to write it. Oh! I was watching TV and on UPN20 in Denver, they have this show on called, Gimmie The Mike!, well one of my friends was on it! It was awesome! He didn't sing as well as I'd have hoped he would, but he did good. And still Sessy!

People/Places/Things: that I give thanks to for helping me get through this chapter: ((may ignore, I'm just putting this stuff in for good measure :::grin:: ))

: "The Ultimate Unofficial Guide to the Mysteries of Harry Potter (Analysis of Books 1- 4) " by: The Wizarding World Press.

: Perkins, with their never ending coffee, root beer and always a clean ashtray waiting to be filled.

: My muse, faeries, Gods and Goddesses

: And last, but not least, my reviewers ((even if it is just you four)).

: And of course, can't forget Starbucks.

Songs used to inspire this chapter:

==Boys (Britney Spears) "Tonight let's fly, boy have no fear, There's no time to lose, And next week, you may not see me here, So boy just make your move"

==Bombastic Love (Britney Spears) "I, I'm here to testify that you're the only one I belong to, I don't know where to start, it turned into an art, Not to show the world that it was you, Who made me realize not to compromise, The fact that you and I should meet, I know we're gonna get, know we're gonna get, get…
Bombastic Love, so fantastic, Where I'm completely yours and you are mine, And it's gonna be exactly like in a movie, When we fall in love for the first time

==A Kiss to Build a Dream on (Louis Armstrong) "Give me, a kiss before you leave me, and my imagination will feed my hungry heart, Leave me one thing before we part, A kiss to build a dream on."

==A Bushel and a Peck (Frank Loesser) "I love you a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck, a hug around the neck and barrel and a heap, a barrel and a heap I'm talking in my sleep, about you, about you."

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good without the usage of JK Rowlings characters, and maybe a few of my own thrown in to help mess things up a little. I am in now way related to, or trying to take over Harry Potter, the WB, AOL, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Publishing, Time Warner, Entertainment Company and anyone else who's with the Harry Potter trademark. I make no money so no suey, ok? And without further ado, I give to you….

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Ginny had decided to let Harry sleep until Mrs. Weasley had started dragging everyone's trunks down the stairs. Ginny ran into the bedroom and kneeled by her bed, watching Harry as he slept on his back. His mouth, opened slightly, and his chest rising rhythmically. Ginny brought an arm up and rested it by Harry's head. She rested her head on her arm and when Harry didn't wake, she took her other hand and with a finger, lightly brought it up to Harry's eyebrow. She stroked it lightly, bringing her finger down over Harry's eye, tracing his soft eye lashes once before trailing it over his rosy cheek and down to his ear. She let her finger trace over the patterns his ear made before petting the soft, tender skin below his ear, stopping only when Harry managed a dreamy smile. She waited a few seconds then moved closer, slowly, and blew lightly into his ear. Harry squirmed. He was dreaming about Draco, how he had pulled him down the stairs and had pushed him onto the bed. The soft, leopard print throw, that was neatly spread across the foot of the bed where Harry sat, now messy as Draco had crawled on top of Harry, hurdling his legs and holding his hands down so he couldn't move. Draco had bent down and was placing a mixture of light nibbles and soft kisses along Harry's jaw, before flicking his tongue and sucking, oh so gently, at the tender spot behind his ear, making Harry smile in a mixture of lust and feeling. Draco had paused, yet Harry longed for more and Draco, being the stubborn Slytherin that he was, wouldn't let Harry have a say in what he did to him. Draco leaned closer, brushing Harry's cheek with his lips as he whispered into Harry's ear, 'you're going to have to beg more if you want more.' Harry let out a groan as he tried to lift his hands, making Draco smirk and blow softly into his ear.

"Stop it, Draco." Harry had whispered, causing Ginny to jump back. She watched Harry move a bit more, as if he was constricted and started wondering what he was dreaming. She had expected Harry to mumble something, as she tried to wake him. Maybe a 'one more hour,' in which she would have gladly snuggled up next to him until her mother came in to wake them up. She would have expected a morning grumble and would have started tickling him until he woke up. Hell, even an unconscious punch that gave her a bruise for the next couple of days, would have been alright. Yet, there was something about the way Harry had whispered, 'stop it, Draco,' in his sleep that had made Ginny uneasy.

Ginny bit her lip as she began to shake Harry lightly.

"Harry…Harry…up and adam sunshine." She put on her best smile she could and hid her curiosity the best she knew how, which wasn't very good at all. The smile looked fake and her eyes looked glued wide open as Harry bolted up right and looked around until he saw Ginny. He let out a laugh as he saw her comical expression.

"Good morning." He said with a yawn, a stretch soon followed. Ginny lost the look on her face and raised an eyebrow, innocently.

"Morning. Having a good dream, were we?"

"Mmm." Harry nodded, hiding another yawn that threatened to show. "How did you know?" Ginny shrugged, eying Harry carefully.

"You were…mumbling."

Harry tilted his head in slight amusement.

"Mumbling? I don't mumble." He denied as the yawn won the fight.

"Yes you do." Ginny replied, poking his stomach, making Harry choke.

"If I was mumbling, what did I say?" He asked with a devious smile. "Something exciting, I hope."

"I'm not too sure, it was all sleepy and all…"

"Tell me." Harry begged.

"Oh, you told Malfoy to stop something."

"M-malfoy?" Harry choked again, Ginny nodded.

"Yes…oh, how did you put it…. 'Stop it, Draco?'"

"Oh….oh that….oh, well, I was dreaming that we were…we were playing Quidditch and Dra-Malfoy was trying to knock me off the course of the snitch."

Ginny stood as Harry stuttered on his explanation. She watched as the tips of Harry's ears grew a slight tinge of red and whether she believed him or not, she gave him a nod.

"Mum has breakfast ready. She's also brought your trunk down."

"Alright." Harry spoke meekly, feeling something different about the atmosphere. Ginny just nodded again and turned.

"I'm going to finish getting ready." And she left. Harry rested his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands and rubbed his face until it felt numb.

"Damn it." Harry mumbled aloud, staring out of his fingers at the vanity mirror on the opposite wall.

"Don't look at me, I'm afraid I can't help you." The mirror drawled. It sounded tired and sleep pulled at Harry's eyes once more. He blinked, struggling with the feeling. He moved the blankets from his legs and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His eyes met with the window. Curtains hung from the wall, closing off most of the window's view, except for a two inch space where a purple and pink sky peeked through. With a sigh, Harry stood, grabbing his glasses and started the trek down the stairs, his messy black hair a bit messier from the nights sleep.

He sat down next to Ron at the wooden kitchen table. A plate of scrambled eggs and sausages sat in front of him, beckoning him to eat, but somehow, his appetite hadn't woke with him.

"Morning, Harry." Ron said cheerfully as he could through a mouth stuffed full with scrambled eggs. Harry looked over and answered with a yawn. Ron nodded as he understood the feeling fully. Harry looked around the table, spotting Fred and George, eyes closed and their heads resting in their hands as they wobbled slightly back and fourth, obviously asleep, threatening to make a pillow out of their cold eggs. Mr. Weasley had not been at the table like he usually was, though Mrs. Weasley was heard, bussing around the house as she was keeping herself busy. Ron finished with his breakfast and looked at Harry's plate and pouted.

"Harry, you haven't even touched your eggs."

"I'm not hungry."

"It's a long ride."

"I'm not hungry."

"Last home cooked meal before--"

"--I'M NOT HUNGRY RON!" Harry barked out and Ron jumped, nearly falling off of his seat. He froze for another outburst and when none came, he relaxed, sliding out of his seat and took his plates over to the sink. Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen, smiling.

"Oh, Harry! I'm glad you're awake." She looked around, un-enthralled at everyone's bored expressions. She clapped her hands together a few times with excitement and rushed around the kitchen, giving Fred and George a push, jolting them awake unexpectedly.

"Mum…" Fred whined.

"Why do you have to wake us, we don't have school." George finished Fred's whine and glared at Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh come, come now. You can at least see your brothers and sister off before your afternoon nap." She smiled at everyone. "Well, enough sitting around. Everyone, let's get going. Don't want to be late now, do we?" She bustled out of the kitchen and was heard yelling for Ginny to hurry up. Ron looked at Harry. Harry looked back at Ron. George and Fred were already leaving the kitchen.

"Well. Ready for the next year ahead of us?" Ron asked, exaggeration in his voice. Harry dramatically gave two thumbs up and spoke with excitement only Hermione could have given about the school year starting up.

"Another year of foretelling my death in Divinations. Another year of making and failing potions with Snape, another year of trouble--"

"--with Malfoy.--" Ron interrupted. Harry froze before shaking himself gently, reminding himself that everything was going to go alright.

"Yes…another year with Malfoy…Yeah. I'm ready." They broke out in a fit of laughter as they all checked the house once more for forgotten items and met at the fireplace.

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They spread themselves out, so when they left The Burrow and arrived at the Kings Cross station, between platforms nine and ten, it didn't look like a bunch of magically inclined persons had suddenly appeared to those who had no magical abilities at all. When everyone had arrived safely, Mrs. Weasley sent Fred and George ahead, followed by Ginny then Ron and Harry went after. Mrs. Weasley followed seconds later, stepping out of a dull gray and black brick pillar onto Platform 9 ¾. There, grandly in front of them, a smoking, black locomotive stood in all it's glory. It was shiny, almost giving it a 'brand new' feel to it, even though it was ages old. Kids and their parents filled out the large waiting space. Owls hooted, Cats mewed, frogs croaked and a few rats squeaked all in unison, sounding like a chorus of disastrous noise. Ginny quickly ran off as she saw a bunch of her friends. Harry and Ron stood silent. Waiving every so often to their passing classmates. Fred and George stood close by, smiling, relieved to not be boarding the train.

"Seems like only a year ago, we were standing here…right here…to board the train." George sniffed as if they hadn't been there for years and started to cry on Fred's shoulder, who comforted him with a pat on the head. Ron pathetically looked over and watched in embarrassment.

"George, it was only a year ago." Ron pointed out. George instantly stopped crying and glared at him. Fred smacked the back of his head.

"Ow! That hurt! What was that for?" Ron asked, furiously rubbing at the back of his head.

"You ruined a touching moment." George answered.

"Yeah, a touchingly disturbing moment." Ron had ducked behind his mother as Fred's hand came flying around again. Mrs. Weasley caught the action and shot a look at the twins.

"Fred, don't hit your brother." She said, sternly. Fred and George were too busy, looking around curiously and whistling to even acknowledge their mothers glare. The train whistle blew and a rush of kids piled up to board the train. Ginny returned, pushing her cart to the line.

"We'll be going to see Bill again at Christmas. We won't see you until next year." Mrs. Weasley stood back as they got closer to the train. Fred and George ran up, embracing Ron in the biggest hug Harry had ever seen.

"Now remember our little ickle Ronnykinds…" Fred started off.

"Cause a lot of havoc, so they don't miss us." George finished.

"Gerroff!!" Ron yelled, pushing them away. Fred and George joined their mother and waved as Ron and Harry were pushed onto the train. They found an empty cabin and claimed it theirs. Ron tried to ignore the yelling Fred and George were doing, right outside the window and ducked down, leaving Harry and Ginny watching them.

"We love you Ronnie! Remember to write!" Their voices faded out as the train moved out of the station. Ron's face relaxed and he sat up right. They had started on their way.

"Why don't they pick on you?" Ron asked suddenly as he heard Ginny break up into fits of giggles. She shrugged.

"Because you're special, I guess."

"You're the youngest."

"Yeah, but Harry will beat them up if they tried to pick on me. Wouldn't you?" Harry nodded and placed an arm around Ginny as she leaned on him. Ron made a face at the two and looked out the window, watching Kings Cross as it shrank in the distance.

"I wonder where Hermione is." Ron announced a few minuets later, looking around the cabin. "She has never missed the train before."

"Maybe a stack of books fell on her and she's stuck under them." Joked Harry. Ron laughed.

"You know, oddly, I can actually see that happening."

"That's mean, you guys." Ginny took defense.

"Knowing Hermione, she's probably on the train…in the prefects carriage." Ginny shot a glance at Ron. His face drained it's color.

"Um." Ron nervously squeaked out. Harry looked nervous. He had forgotten that Ron was to sit with the Prefects to get their instructions for the ride to the school from the Head Boy and Girl, before their tasks of patrolling the train's corridors.

"Well, you better get over there. We'll see you around sometime, I'm sure." Harry said with a sense of urgency to his voice. Ron nodded and grabbed his trunk, pulling out his robe and badge and running out of the door, flashing a bye as he left. The cabin stood quiet for a long time. Just the calm breathing between Harry and Ginny could be heard above the gentle roar of the train. Harry stared out the window. Nothing, but green hillsides filled the view. It was near an hour later when Harry noticed Ginny was sleeping and Ron's red hair poked in the door.

"Just checkin up." Ron said professionally, but broke out into a grin as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

"Hey." Harry spoke softly and shifted slightly, trying to not wake Ginny.

"How's it going? Busted anyone yet?" Harry asked. Ron shook his head.

"No. Everyone seems to be behaving themselves so far."

"Bummer."

"Yeah, it's pretty boring."

Just then, another person joined the room. One they had all been wanting to see for the whole summer.

"Harry!" Hermione shrilled with excitement. Ginny woke up, startled and sat up, stretching.

"Hermione!" Harry replied just as excitedly as Hermione had. Ginny filled her face with a grin.

"Where have you been?" Harry asked. Hermione's face went grim.

"Is everything all right?" Harry asked again, catching her face change.

"My grandmother grew ill. She spent two weeks in the hospital. We had to fly out and see her."

"Oh, Hermione, I'm sorry to hear that." Ginny sympathized and stood up to console her with a hug.

"I would have written, but no one in the hospital had an owl to use." She added, humor evident in her voice. They all shared a laugh.

"Understandable. We're just glad you made the train." Harry said, nodding to make his point stand out.

"I wouldn't miss it." Hermione replied, grinning from ear to ear.

It would have been a joyful ride if Draco hadn't decided to show up then.

"Well, if it isn't a cheerful reunion, why wasn't I invited?" The familiar drawl filled the cabin and everyone held their breath. Hermione turned to glare, Ron's tried to keep his composure still and calm. Ginny grabbed for Harry's hand and Harry just stared blankly at Draco.

"Weasley, Granger, aren't you supposed to be patrolling?" Draco asked, tension building around them.

"We are just saying hi." Hermione stated. "There's no rule against it, Malfoy, so you've lost the battle here."

Draco stared with no emotion at Hermione, rocking on his heels as his eyes switched to look at Harry.

"Uh-huh, Potter, a word in the corridor?" Draco turned and stepped out, leaving Harry, his mouth dropped open and stared between his friends. He stood slowly, hoping that no one asked a question.

"I'll…I'll be right back." Harry said, rushing out of the cabin to join Draco. He met him a few steps down. As Harry joined, they continued to walk further down until Draco stopped at a door. He opened it and entered, Harry searched the corridor for any sign of curious heads before he stepped in himself. He turned to close the door, noticing that it was a coat closet, with no coats and no lights. Draco surprised Harry by throwing his arms around Harry's chest, trapping his arms and pulled Harry back a little more.

"Draco…" Harry whispered as he was thrown backwards and felt Draco's lips going at the back of his neck like teenagers making out under a willow tree on a full harvest moon night.

"I never said you could leave." Draco whispered back, turning Harry around. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Draco caught him in a kiss before pulling back only far enough for his hot breath to breeze across Harry's as he talked.

"Less talkie, more kissy."

"You must be deprived." Harry whispered quickly before the kissing continued.

"Deprived?" Draco asked in-between trailing kisses down Harry's chin. Harry had to suck in a breath as Draco reached his neck, sucking and nibbled a little hard.

"Sex deprived." Harry finally spoke. Draco broke back from Harry and pushed him back against the wall of the closet.

"How long do you think we have before your curious friends come looking?" Draco asked.

"I don't know."

"Good. Adds to the excitement of it all." Draco said, his eyes growing large. Harry let out a nervous laugh. He wasn't sure how soundproof the walls were, nor was he sure that his friends were not standing outside the door listening to everything happening.

"You aren't…scared, are you, Potter?" Draco asked, pressing up against Harry, making Harry turn a bright red. He was glad that there was no light in the closet. The things Draco could have said…or done…if he saw Harry biting his lip to keep his surprise down.

"No…no." Harry had answered, clearing his throat between the 'no's.' Draco pulled Harry to the floor and ended up sitting on Harry's waist. He put his hands under Harry's shirt, causing Harry to wiggle and squirm under Draco's light touch. There was a knock on the door, Harry bit his lip. It had to be Hermione on the other side. He tried not to laugh. Draco quickly pulled out a wand and muttered 'Lumos.' The closet lit up and Draco looked at Harry, amusement in his eyes.

"Play along." He whispered close to Harry's ear. There was another knock and Draco sat up, putting the wand tip at Harry's throat just as the door opened and Hermione stood, looking down at them.

"--and if you ever call me that again, Potter. You better wish you have a Luck Dragon to save you." Draco turned evil, giving Harry a hidden wink. Harry squirmed and Hermione could be heard screaming at the two to get out of the closet. The two boys scrambled and stood up.

"What do you think you were doing?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms and tapping a foot so fast, Harry swore she'd knock out the floor underneath her foot.

"It's none of your business, Granger." Draco growled.

"It includes Harry. I'm afraid it is my business." Hermione shot back. Harry put out a hand.

"Hermione, it's ok. Just a fight that got a little out of hand, that's all."

"A little?…A LITTLE?! Harry! He had his wand to your throat!"

"Actually, Granger." Draco butted in. "It's Harry's wand, he pulled it on me and I took it." Draco looked at Harry, who showed signs of worry on his face that Draco had referred to him as Harry and not 'Potter.' No one seemed to notice, but were too busy watching Draco pull out a little book and scribble something down on a piece of paper before passing the paper and Harry's wand to him. Harry stared at the paper as Draco said aloud to everyone.

"Detention. Tomorrow. Eight pm. Meet me in the trophy room."

Harry watched as Draco turned and walked off. Ron ran up to his side.

"He can't do that! Give you detention--"

"Yes he can, Ron." Hermione corrected him, starring oddly at Harry.

"But he's in our house, not his."

"Doesn't matter…Ron, go tell Ginny we found him. Harry and I…we need to talk." Hermione kept staring at Harry. Ron left and went back to the cabin they were in. Harry watched as Ron disappeared behind the door then looked up at Hermione.

"What's up?" Harry asked, a little uncomfortable under Hermione's eye.

"You tell me."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused as Hermione guided him into a restroom. She motioned to one of the mirrors and Harry took a look, spotting almost instantly what Hermione had seen. He set the piece of paper down on the sink and brought his hands up to his throat where a purple and red, circular mark had formed. Harry winced as he ran his fingers over it. It didn't hurt, but how was he going to explain this to Hermione.

Hermione stood next to Harry, her eyes scanning over the piece of paper that Harry had laid down. In Draco's tidy hand, written across the 'note' space, was the message: 'I still haven't said you could go.' She looked up at Harry. Harry looked over to Hermione and laughed.

"This? Is this what you're talking about?"

"Yes." Hermione nodded.

"Ginny." Harry answered simply. Hermione stood there, looking at the hicky to Harry's face.

"It wasn't there earlier."

"It was, you just didn't notice--"

"--It sticks out like a bloody sore thumb, Harry! You can't help but notice!" A bit of anger, relevant in her voice.

Harry jumped, but stayed silent as he watched Hermione.

"What did you tell Malfoy to make you get detention?" She asked, returning to her natural calm.

"I told him…to loose the snob factor and to quit dying his hair an ugly blond-ish color." Harry quickly lied. Hermione studied Harry closely.

"So, who gave you that hicky?" She asked again, trying to catch Harry off guard.

"Ginny." Harry answered again. Hermione took Harry by the shoulders.

"Harry, I'm not going to hate you, just be truthful with me."

Harry paused before he answered, he would have told her right then and there, but he wasn't up to the dramatic fish the day would have, so he answered with a simple, "I am."

"I don't think you are."

Harry tilted his head.

"We've made out--"

"She told me about your one and only make-out session with her, Harry. I don't remember her saying anything about her giving you a hicky."

Harry looked away. Why was Hermione always so damn observant.

"Last night we-"

"She said you haven't kissed her since."

Harry shut up once more.

"She also told me what you said this morning…something about Draco, in your sleep?"

"I was dreaming about a quidditch match."

Hermione studied Harry's face once more before pulling out her wand.

"I know there's something you aren't telling me." She paused, hoping Harry would suddenly jump out and tell her, but when it didn't come, she continued talking. "--but, I'm sure that in time, when you feel more comfortable, you will." Hermione brought her wand up to Harry's throat and muttered an incantation. "I sure hope you know what you're doing, Harry…I hope not anything we're all going to regret."

Harry looked in the mirror after Hermione quit talking. The hicky, gone. He looked back at Hermione, who was already opening the bathroom door, with gratitude. She didn't turn back to him as she left, but only said,

"Don't hurt her, Harry. She really likes you." And the door closed. Harry stood in shock, watching the door. She surely didn't know, did she? There was no way she could have figured it out this quickly. She was smart, Harry did have to give her credit for that. But not smart enough to know who the hicky was from. Harry left the bathroom, knowing and feeling that Hermione had knew more than he knew. He went back to the cabin and sat in silence, Ginny's head on his shoulder and Hermione's words rolling through his head.

'Don't hurt her, Harry. She really likes you.'