A/N - I just want to say, 'I LOVE ALL OF YOU!' who were kind enough to leave me a review... Now, if only I could get my reviews above, oh let's see...maybe 6! I just might be a happy camper...But if they were to go over 20!! HINT HINT HINT I would be even happier!! I hope you enjoy!
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Before Harry realized it, his mouth had become hair free, and he was starring into two deep pools of icy blue mercury, slowly drowning in their beauty. The eyes smiled down at him, until 'The Moment' was spoiled by his nagging brain, doing it's own version of the 'I told you so' dance.
'See, I told you that you were a Drama queen!' That was all it took for Harry to realize what was going on, and that there was only one person he knew of, that possessed silver blue eyes and silvery blond hair.
"Malfoy?"
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Taking one look into the compartment, anyone outside their circle, would have thought that they had stepped into the 'Twilight Zone'! Five Slytherin's laughing and teasing each other was not something that was seen often, if at all. If anything, the group appeared to be normal teenagers, a secret that they did not want to be common knowledge amongst their peers.
"Pansy, if you don't shut up I'll be forced to hex you!!" The blonde adonis threatened his best friend, as the girl in questioned grinned evilly.
"Oh, come on Draco! Don't be such a selfish git and just let Pans finish her story!!" Pouted Blaise, doing an impression of a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. "I want to hear more about this summer's 'Sex-scapade', between you and - what was it - Your grandmother?"
"Excuse me, she wasn't that old!!! She was just," Draco paused - attempting, in vain, to think of an excuse to explain the age difference. "Well informed from experience." He finished with the famous 'Malfoy Smirk'.
"Whatever your excuse may be, she was still old!" Blaise brushed past Draco's incoherent reasoning, and pursued Pansy for more information. "So, anyways, you were at the part where Draco tried the most horrendous muggle pick up line! What was it again?"
The four friends watched as Pansy got into her 'Gossip Mode', as they liked to call it. It was a specific mode that she went into, taking over how she held herself (she looked like a little kid hiding a cookie behind her back), to how her eyes sparkled with excitement. Gossiping, truly was her favorite past time, passion and hobby. "Well, it was like this; "Do you have a map? Because I got lost in your eyes!"
Vince, Greg and Blaise both looked at Draco with a mix of disappointment and disgust in their faces.
"What!?!" Draco cried from the serious look the three were giving him.
"That's it!! That was the lamest pick up line ever!!" Greg sighed.
"Hey, I was drunk....VERY DRUNK!"
"I still can't believe it. Did it work?"
"Well, when Draco was done with his 'line' the woman-" The three boys had begun to huddle around Pansy as if she was the greatest story teller on earth.
"Pansy Veronica Parkinson!! If you continue that sentence I will NEVER FORGIVE YOU!!" Draco ragged on, pushing his face dangerously close to hers.
"Well Draco Darling, you don't have to stay and listen to me tell my tale. But it will be told!" Pansy grinned as Draco's face fell in defeat.
"Fine!" Draco went to reach for the handle of the compartment door, silently laughing under his breath, as his friend continued her story.
"And the she was all like....and he was like...and then she was like...like...."
As the blond adonis himself, pushed open the door and stepped out of his compartment, he hit what felt like a brick wall, and crumpled to the ground in a mass of entangled limbs.
'Who in the bloody hell is this dolt!? To run into ME!?! ME, Draco Malfoy, for heaven's sake!' Draco fought against his robes and the limbs of his attacker.
"Bloody hell! Would you stop doing that! You're making us more tangled then before!" Draco heard his attacker yelp out as he felt his elbow connect, with what felt like a rib. "Fucking OUCH, that hurts!"
All of a sudden Draco finally managed to free his head from it's entrapment, and found himself - still entangled - but laying atop a hard chest of the most beautiful individual he had the pleasure of laying atop of. He looked down into the most startling, crystal clear emerald green eyes, he had ever seen. They were so impossibly deep that he would literally need a map to find his way back to the waking world. Draco noticed the man beneath him stiffen suddenly, as a wave of recognition passed within his eyes.
"Malfoy?"
"Do I know you?" Draco asked, his voice husky with desire for the mystery man in between his legs. As soon as his breath ghosted across the man's ear, he felt him shiver delightfully, causing his groin to twitch with desire and need for Mr. Mystery Man.
"Could you get off me? You're cutting off my air and my circulation." The green eyed man huffed, gently pushing the blond off of him, and rising to his full height.
Draco sat on the floor in awe and he starred up at the God in front of him. Dark black hair, perfectly styled to be textured but messy. Those stunning emerald green eyes, and muscles that were defined so well, that they looked like they were chiseled out of marble. Remembering himself, Draco gracefully picked himself up off the ground and met the God, eye to eye.
"You know, you never did answer my question; Do I know you?" The brunette shook his head yes, but didn't speak. "Well, then what is your name, because I don't recognize you." The brunette once again, shook his head, but this time it was no. "Well that's just rude. It's only fair you tell me your name, because it's quiet obvious that you know who I am." A slight tendril of the Malfoy temper snaked it's way into his speech, as the man refused to divulge him with any information.
"Well, Malfoy. Why is it that you wish to know who I am?" Draco felt the green eyes looking him up and down, and then again. Draco knew he looked good, and smirked before he proceeded.
"Well," Draco went onto his toes, so he could whisper into the brunette's ear. "I would like to know who will be sharing my bed with me, for the rest of term." Once again, the brunette shuddered at the mercy of the blond's husky voice.
"I'm not promising that you will be sharing you bed with me. But for future reference, you can call me HP." The man smirked, a smirk worthy to match that of a Malfoy's, and turned to continue down the isle.
"Oh, but there will be need for future reference. You can put money on that!" Draco called after him, grinning with ideas of exactly what those 'future references' would be. He turned to go back into his compartment, when the faces of his four friends stopped him dead in his tracks.
All three boys, and girl, had the same identical horrified expressions, ashen colored faces and protruding eyes - that looked like they had begun to dry out from lack of blinking.
"What is wrong with you guys!? You look down right frightful, and you're beginning to scare me." Pansy seemed to be the first to wake from her stupor, and stared at Draco as if she was seeing him for the first time.
"Pansy! What is going on with you guys?"
Her eyes shone with a brilliance, and she asked him in a quiet, soft voice.
"Draco babe, do you know who that was?"
'Was she on crack? Of course he didn't know WHO the mystery man was, but he did introduce himself as HP. Was she not watching the whole thing? Girls sometimes!' Draco thought to himself.
"Well you dolt, he just introduced himself as HP!" Draco huffed, not liking Pansy's new 'game', of making him guess where she was going with all this nonsense.
"Darling, what do you think HP stands for?" She tried asking him in her softest voice, fearing the explosion that had yet to come.
"Well I don't know! Henry Peter, Heath Parker, Harrison Payton...Pansy where are you going with this, there is a numerous amount of things that 'HP' could stand for!" He was beginning to lose his temper, and it wasn't a good thing.
"Draco, what about - Harry Potter?" The four of them winced waiting for their expending death.
"What do you mean?! Why are you going on about Scarhead? We're talking about HP here, not Scarhe-" Draco's face paled as his brain began to work. Black hair, emerald green eyes, the recognition. Draco suddenly felt ill and all color ran from his face, leaving him a deathly white. "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! HP IS HARRY-FUCKING BASTARD - POTTER!!!"
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"You know, Harry's been gone for quiet some time. Do you think he got lost or something?" Ron asked as he pulled on his jumper, managing to get his head stuck in an arm hole.
"You dolt, of course Harry didn't get lost. He's taken this train every year, so I doubt such an inane act is even possible!" Hermione huffed as she helped Ron put his shirt on the correct way.
A very flushed face popped out of the sweater, and stared at the girl in front of him.
"'Mione, can I ask you a question?"
"Git, you just asked me one!"
"Hermione, you know very well what I meant." Ron glared at her, until she gave him a nod to continue. "'Mione, what's been up with you this summer? You were happy and pleasant to be around until, you know." Blush began to instantly stain Ron's face. "And now, you seem like, like...."
"Like what?" Angry eyes squinted back at him, waiting for him to continue his sentence
"Well, like -"He took a deep breath in, preparing himself for a holocaust. "Like the psycho bitch from hell!" Ron closed his eyes and his body tensed, waiting to be bitch slapped to death by the girl in front of him.
Hermione felt rage and hurt well up inside her, and she wanted to beat the living shit out of Ron for calling her the 'Psycho Bitch from Hell'- a term only used to describe the girls from Slytherin - until a small voice inside her told her to calm down and breath. It was the same voice that she had pushed away at the beginning of the summer, refusing to listen to it. Instead tears began to wrack her body, as realization began to hit her from all sides.
The sounds of his best friend and the girl he secretly loved, crying, had Ron opening his eyes in shock at the sight that met him - The strong willed girl that seemed to become a cold hearted bitch, reduced to a mere shuttering puddle of tears. Instinctively, the red head wrapped his arms around the girl and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, slowly calming her down, until all she could do was gasp for air, trying to wipe the moisture from her eyes.
"Now Hermione, what brought that on?"
"You gasp were right! I was choke being a-a-cold gasp hearted bit-bitch gasp! When the twins potion has gasp worked, I was really choke worried about how you would gasp react! paused to take a few deep breaths The twins told me to act li-like it meant gasp nothing to me, and to pretend that choke YOU meant nothing to me! I-I-I really didn't want to, but the twins said-" Ron put a finger to her lips, hushing her, and claiming them in the first truly passionate kiss they had ever had to date.
"Hermione." The red head cupped the bookworms face in his hands, so she couldn't look away. "Hermione, I have loved you since I met you. Don't let anyone else - especially the twins - tell you to be and act like anybody, but yourself. It is you, Hermione Samantha Granger. The loving, over exuberant, book worm that I fell in love with, and it is that girl who I want to be with. Not a knock of version of the real thing!" The blue eyed boy began to trail little kisses all over the girl's face as tears began to slide down it.
"Oh Ron, I'm so-so gasp sor-" Ron hushed her once again, by placing his finger to her lips and then shook it no. He forgave her, and wouldn't hear anymore of it. The red head wrapped the brown eyed girl into a tight embrace until her silent sobs turned into giggles which turned into laughter, and she felt free of the 'Bitch version of herself' and was allowed to be just her. Just Hermione. The two love birds curled up on the seat, Hermione drawing little doodles on Ron's arm, as he played with her hair. Both content with being in each other's presence.
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'What just happened? What in the world just happened!?'
'Well let's see...hmm...Okay, I got it! First you run into Draco and soon find him on top of you. Second, Draco actually smiled at you. Third, he used the lamest pick up line on you in accordance to the human muggle history! And last but not least - and this one is the kicker - I do believe while Draco was laying on top of you, you were having some - oh how should I put it, oh I know - issues with a pop up tent in your pants! Did I cover everything!?' Harry felt his conscious smirk evilly, as it counted down to Harry's Bomb of a reaction.
'Oh MY GOD!! Shut up, shut up, shut up!! Stop calling him Draco for God's sake and I. DID. NOT. LIKE. HAVING. HIM. ON. TOP. OF. ME!!' Harry yelled his inner voice horse, while berating himself, and telling his 'conscious' to shut the fuck up and mind it's own business.
'Oh but you did! But we'll talk about that later. If you did not notice, Draco didn't-" Harry's conscience was cut off as he mentally screamed at it once more, demanding it to stop referring to Malfoy by his first name. Being so caught up in his own thoughts (ie: Telling his conscience to fuck off) he marched right back to his original compartment, all the while - almost bulldozing over several students and one very pissed off Sweet Lady.
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"Hermione?"
"Hmm?" A half asleep mumble came from beneath the mass of curly hair. The red head gazed down at her, his eyes filling with love and kindness.
"Hermione, I lo-" The tender moment between the couple was cut short, the moment a very flustered Harry Potter marched through the compartment doors.
The two wide eyed friends, watched in wonder, as Harry managed to pace the small compartment, muttering to himself about blond dumb fuck's, managing to get under his skin.
"Psst, Ron. Do you have any idea as to what's going on?"
"I can't believe that-that-that IDIOT!! What was the wanker thinking? Trying to, to," A horrified look crossed Harry's face. "To come on to ME!?" After his slight pause to talk to himself, the wild eyed boy resumed his pacing.
"Babe, I have no friggen idea. And you know what, I'm not to sure if I even WANT to know!" Ron whispered back to Hermione as they cuddled closer, worried that Harry may go into a fit.
"And he didn't even know who I was!? What the hell was up with that? You would think that your greatest ene-" Harry paused his pacing once again, when he spotted his magazine from earlier. "Must think about something else....Must. Be. Distracted!" The green eyed man sat down on the bench with purpose as he opened his magazine to where he left off. A few minutes passed, and Harry's posture and expression finally began to relax - Ron and Hermione were still watching him with gaping mouths, as to what the hell was wrong with him - When a totally horrified look crossed the man's face.
Harry jumped off the seat, and threw his magazine to the floor - starring at his hands, horrified, and started to wipe an imaginary substance off of his hands on his shirt. It only took moments for Harry to stop, eyes bugging out even further, when he realized whatever the imaginary substance that were on his hands, NOW was all over his shirt. In a cry of frustration, Harry whipped off his shirt, set it aflame with his wand, and ran out of the compartment and down the hall, screaming like a lunatic.
Silence took over the compartment, as Hermione and Ron both stared out into nothing.
"Uh Ron, what just happened here?"
"I think Voldemort has finally managed to drive Harry crazy!"
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A/N - FYI to all slow people; Harry freaked out because Ron and Hermione just finished having sex on top of his magazine. In his fit of 'mumbleness' he didn't realize what he was doing, till he calmed down!
A/N - Well I hope you all like it! It's not as long as the first chapter, and I know not a whole bunch happened in the second chapter, but I promise chapter three will be bunches better. The sorting will occur and .....DUM DUM DUM DUMMMM!!!!! Muh ha ha ha.... you didn't actually think I was gonna tell you, now did you? But of course not, your not dummies! But more about the whole 'Instincts Awakened' deal will be explained....maybe! Ha ha ha ha...I know it's been a while since I've updated, but what's a girl to do!? I gotta work and have my life and all....it get's busy!! Well later all, K
A/N - Well I hope you all liked it. It wasn't as long as the first chapter