Disclaimer: Not J.K.R...thanks for noticing

Warning: SLASH...yummy

Dedication: This one's for Cole

A/N: Thanks so much to my beta, truthfulchaos, you rock, love ya doll.

The 'Not so Golden Boy': The Odd Boy

Draco woke up the next morning to find Harry in his bed, one of his wrists gauzed. "Harry," he called. The raven-haired teen's eyes fluttered open. "What happened, you didn't let them...did you?" Panic filtered through in his voice.

Harry sat up. "No, no, calm down. They didn't do anything." Harry saw Draco's eyes wander down to his wrist. "Anything permanent," he continued. "Actually, they restored my magic."

The blonde looked confused. "But...why?"

Harry shrugged. "He figured I would be more use with it after all."

Draco wasn't convinced. The day before, Voldemort would rather have killed Harry than give him his magic back.

"Harry-"

"Hush." Harry cut the Slytherin off with a kiss.

'What are you playing at, Potter?' Draco thought.

As the break passed, Draco's suspicions rose.

There was much more touching, kissing, much more seduction from Harry's front.

'Almost like he's trying to convince me. Or...claim me.'

On the train ride back to Hogwarts, Harry was sitting on Draco's lap and they were absorbed in a round of deep kisses.

"Bloody fucking hell!" They heard from the doorway. Looking over, they saw Ron standing, white in the face, mouth hanging open in disgust, next to a tight lipped, disappointed looking Hermione.

"Nice holiday, guys?" Harry asked, still on the blonde's lap.

Ron looked as though he were going to vomit. Hermione grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of the room, shutting the compartment door behind her.

"Well, now I don't have to worry about telling them." Harry smiled and leaned back in for a kiss.

Draco turned away.

"Dray?" Harry ran his hand through silk-blonde hair.

"Harry," Draco began. "I understand the darkness, the cutting, the angst. That's who I knew I was getting involved with. But something happened; I assume it had to do with Voldemort, because even my dark Harry still had some concern for his friends, had some concern for me."

Harry looked confused. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," Draco sighed, "I think we need to take a break. At least until you can convince me that you're the same guy that no one else but me knew you to be." He got up and walked to the door. Looking back at Harry, he offered a weak smile before leaving.

"Damn it!" Harry cried.

"Granger." Draco caught her in the walkway on the train.

"Oh, uh, hi." She looked uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," Draco said. "About back there." He nodded towards the compartment Harry was now occupying alone. "I don't know what's gotten into him as of late."

The corners of her lips turned up as if she were going to smile. "I suppose no one does really."

It was a weak attempt at a lighthearted response, but who was Draco to judge.

"Well I gotta..." Hermione started.

"Yeah, sorry." Draco let her go, probably to tend to a stunned Ron.

"Will you bloody come in here already!?" Blaise spat opening his compartment door after watching Draco's shadow pace by for about the millionth time.

The blonde nodded and took a seat across from Blaise. "We're friends, right Zabini?" the blonde asked uncomfortably.

Blaise rolled his eyes. "I would have to assume so, seeing that I am the only one that knows about the tattoo you got on your arse sixth year."

Draco smiled and pushed a few strands of hair away from his face. "I was drunk and I got it removed a week later."

Blaise smirked, the patent Slytherin duo smirk, and crossed his arms. "Yes, but the memories of Midge the fairy will linger in our minds forever. So what were you pacing for?"

The blonde shifted in his seat. "It's just...I need to tell you something."

Blaise raised an eyebrow and Draco continued. "For the past couple of weeks...well, I've sort of...been seeing this guy."

"Uh-huh, black hair, green eyes, big obvious lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead?" Blaise ticked off Harry's characteristics like it was nothing.

Draco shook his head, trying not to smile at his best friend's all-knowing exterior. "He's changing, Zabini, and I need to know why."

"Malfoy." Blaise sighed. "You know we're Death Eaters, so I'll assume you know that Harry's in the inner circle and I'm not. I can't tell you things that I don't know, and well, basically Harry knows a lot more than I do."

"Lucius wants me to join."

Blaise chewed on his bottom lip. "What else is new?"

"But what I don't get is that since the minute I turned seventeen he's been pushing me to decide, to 'take my place'. It's come up in every conversation we've had, even when I bloody ask what's for dinner. But, this is the weird part; in the middle of holiday it just stopped. Didn't even mention it when I left."

Blaise nodded in understanding. "Harry."

"Harry," Draco confirmed with a nod.

"I'll keep my ears open, let you know if I catch anything at the next meeting."

The train pulled into the Hogwarts station.

"Thanks. Oh, and one other thing," Draco said as the pair stood and Blaise pulled on his Slytherin robes. "Why don't you seem as dedicated to Voldemort as Harry and Lucius?"

"Because I'm not," was the simple reply as they headed out with the rest of the school to the horseless carriages.

Slytherin duo-I've always seen Blaise and Draco as sort of a Gryffindor trio type pair, like they'reinseparable and they work well together...best friends, you know

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