A/N: Another chapter finally up! YAY! Sorry for the delay, but like everyone else, I've gone back to school and I have a majorily big work load this year. I am taking more courses than most people, so I haven't really had time to do a lot of writing and it'll probably take me longer to post. Sorry.

"Ah, Potter," McGonagall said as Max skated into the compartment.

"Michelle said that you wanted to see me Professor," Max said.

"Yes. As I'm sure you're aware, prefects are students from 5th year up, who we feel are responsible enough to enforce the rules and patrol the hallways at night," McGonagall said. Max just nodded. "And I'm sure that you are also aware that in the past few years, we have bent the rules and made exceptions in some cases and allowed students as low as 3rd year, Michelle being an example, to become a prefect. We feel that we should also make an exception in your case and make you a prefect. Do you mind being a prefect or would you rather not?"

"Well, I promised my mum and dad that I would keep my grades up because they said that if I did, they'd buy me a new board, but if I do become prefect, I might not be able to," Max said.

"Well, if you do become a prefect and you feel or I feel that it is taking away from your schoolwork, you can stop your prefect duties."

"Alright, I guess so," Max said as McGonagall handed him a prefects badge.

"Your first job is to keep check on the compartments and make sure everything is running smooth and no one is getting into trouble," McGonagall said. Max headed out muttering, "Great!" He got on his board and went back to the compartment that he was sharing with Victor.

"So, what did she want?" Victor asked.

"I'm a prefect," Max said.

"That's great," Victor said, happy for him, but Max didn't look happy about it.

"I didn't really wanna be a prefect," Max complained.

"Well, didn't she give you a choice?" Victor asked.

"Yeah, but I didn't wanna say no to her."

"Why not? If you don't want to be a prefect, you don't have to. They can't make you do something you don't want to. So just go tell McGonagall that you don't wanna be a prefect," Victor said.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm gonna go tell McGonagall that I resign," max said, once again hopping on his board and skating down the hall. When he was two compartments away from the prefect compartment, a blonde-haired boy stuck his head out the door.

"Are you a prefect?" the little boy asked.

"Sort of," Max replied.

"Can you come and help us? There's a boy in our compartment and he's scaring my friend," the little boy said. Max followed him in the compartment and there was a little boy, shaking in his seat, a taller boy standing next to him, who Max recognized as Marco Cronen, the "bully" of Hogwarts. Marco was a Slytherin and constantly picking on first and second years. He was pretty much like Draco when he went to school.

"If you're bad and the ghosts find out, they'll come looking for you and then pick you up and fly around with you, hanging by your ankles," the taller boy said.

"Problem here, Cronen?" Max asked, glaring at Marco.

"What's it to you, Potter?" Marco drawled back.

"I'd stop causing trouble if I was you," Max replied.

"Or what?" Marco asked, walking up to Max.

"I just might get one of the ghost to fly around with you hanging by your ankles," Max said, getting in Marco's face.

"Ha ha Potter. What are you gonna do about it?" Marco asked again.

"Ten points from Slytherin," Max said, flashing his prefect badge in Marco's face.

"You're a prefect?" Marco stammered.

"Yeah, so you'd better watch your back, Cronen, or you'll lose more points from Slytherin before you even get any," Max drawled. "Now you better get out of here and leave the first years alone."

Marco left, bumping shoulders with Max as he left. Max made sure everything was fine with the first years before leaving and fishing towards the prefect compartment. When he got there, Professor McGonagall wasn't there, so Max went back to his compartment.

"Did you tell her?" Victor asked.

"No, she wasn't there. She must have Apparated or something," Max said. "So, I'll just wait until after the feast." Max sat next to Victor.

"I'm glad your mum is letting me come to your house for Christmas."

"Yeah, me too. I can't wait to show you around. This is gonna be the best Christmas ever," Max said. They leaned in to kiss, but as soon as their lips touched, the compartment opened and Marco walked in.

"If it isn't the two fags of Hogwarts," Marco said.

"What the hell did I tell you about watching your back Cronen?" Max said, standing up.

"You don't scare me, Potter," Marco replied.

"Ten points from Slytherin."

"Is that your only defense?" Marco asked. "I thought you were supposed to set an example for the younger ones. Well, you making out with your boyfriend on a public train is definetly not what I call an example to be setting for them," Marco said.

"Listen Cronen," Max said, saying Marco's last name with extreme loathing. "You better get the hell out of my face unless you want your face plastered in that wall."

"Oh, I'm shaking Potter," Marco said, and before he could say another word, Max knocked him to the floor and started punching him in the face and stomach, then Max kicked him between the legs and out the door, slamming the door shut when Marco was fully outside.

"Max, why did you cave in to him?" Victor asked, hating the idea that Max is always getting into fights.

"Because I hate that stupid asshole and he gets on my last nerve," Max answered.

"But he's not worth it Max, and that's my point. You're always getting into fights with him."

"So what? Maybe one of these days he'll realize that he can't win against me," Max said, frustrated. Victor looked like he had just been insulted. Max, noticing the look on Victor's face, wrapped his arms around him. "Sorry Vic, but he really gets to me. All his constantly lame insults and remarks about my sexuality get annoying after awhile. I mean, doesn't he ever get to you? He insults you too."

"No, he doesn't get to me," Victor said, leaning his head on Max's shoulder and getting more comfortable. "Because I don't let him get to me, and neither should you."

"I know Vic," was all Max said.

Sometime during that rest of the train ride, Max and Victor had fallen asleep, only to be woken by Michelle about 10 minutes before they reached the station.

"You two lovebirds should change into your robes. We'll be there in 10 minutes," she said.

Victor opened his eyes. "Thanks Michelle." Michelle left as Victor sat up, Max still sleeping on the seat.

"Max, wake up," Victor said, nudging him. Max didn't move, so Victor leaned down and started kissing his neck. Max woke instantly. Victor stopped when Max woke.

"Are we there yet?" Max asked.

"We will be in 10 minutes, so we better change," Victor said. Victor and Max both changed into their robes and got off the train when it pulled into Hogsmeade. Victor, Max and a few of their friends got into one of the carriages and began the ride to Hogwarts.

"Max, check it out," a brown-haired boy named James said. He pulled out a tiny bag containing a white powder.

"Is that coke?" Max asked James.

"No, it's flour," James said sarcastically. "Hello? Of course it's coke."

"Where'd you get it?" Max asked.

"My brother hooked me up," James responded.

"Are you nuts? What if Dumbledore finds it? You'll be expelled," Max said, as if just realizing the situation and remembering that he was a prefect.

"But Dumbledore won't find out, unless one of you guys snitch on me, cause you're the only ones who know, other than my brother, and he won't tell because he got it for me," James said.

"But think of what would happen IF he found out," Max said, very serious.

"Dude, how come you're so worried about getting in trouble? The Max that I know never worried about getting in trouble."

"Maybe cause my mum said that she'd take me out of Hogwarts if she got another owl about my bad behavior," Max said, clearly remembering Hermione's threat. "Plus, I don't do that shit anymore." James turned to Victor.

You in, Victor?" James asked. Before Victor got a chance to say anything, Max cut in.

"No."

"Dude, what has gotten into you?" James asked.

"I don't want my boyfriend to be a coke addict and I know how addicting that stuff is."

"I was gonna say no, Max," Victor said.

"Good, because that stuff is a killer to stop using."

"Dude, you've become such a pansy lately," James said, as the carriage stopped and everyone piled out. They all went to the Gryffindor table. A red-haired boy sat next to Max.

"Hey Max."

"Hey Ryan," Max replied. Ryan was Ron and Pansy's son (mentioned in the last chapter).

"How come you guys didn't come over at all this summer?" Ryan asked.

"Well, we went to America this summer," Max answered.

"Oh. Was it nice there?" Ryan asked, curious.

"Yeah, it was alright. They have awesome shops for clothes. I don't think they have magic there though," Max said. The sorting began, and when the last person was sorted into Hufflepuff, Dumbledore began the feast with his usual speech. As Dumbledore finished his speech, the plates filled up with food.

Everyone ate plenty of food that night. When they were full, they headed up to the Gryffindor common room. Max stayed behind to talk to McGonagall.

"Professor, can I talk to you a minute?"

"Ah, Potter, I was hoping to talk to you. I forgot to give you your password," McGonagall said.

"Password? What password?" Max asked.

"The password to your dorm. Professor Dumbledore decided that this year, the prefects should have their own dorms as well as the two Head students."

"Own dorm?"

"Yes. Oh, and you are allowed to have one person stay with you in your dorm and I'm sure you wish for Mr. Smith to stay with you?"

"Yes but..."Max started, but got cut off.

"Your dorm is on the second floor. The entrance is an old witch, stirring a cauldron. The password is "pixies" but you may change the password at any time by tapping the witch's cauldron twice and saying "The new password is..." and say that password. Your luggage has already been brought up and I will arrange for Mr. Smith's things to be brought up as well. Now Mr. Potter, if that will be all, I must go and prepare for my first class," and with that, she walked away.

"Great," max sighed, walking to his new dorm. When he got there, he told the witch the password and walked inside. He couldn't believe it! There was a small common room (well, a smaller version, because it was far from small), a small fireplace over to the side and a set of stairs directly opposite of him, which he assumed must lead to the bedrooms.

And he was right. When he got to the top of the stairs, he saw two doors, both with each of their names in big gold letters. Max opened the door to his new dorm and was amazed yet again.

His dorm was as big as the entire boys dorm in Gryffindor, only this one was all to himself. He had a queen sized bed with extremely soft, comfortable mattresses and comforter. He had a desk next to his bed, a walk-in closet, a large bookshelf and two doors; one that led to his bathroom, the other led to Victor's room. Max was so excited and couldn't wait any longer to tell Victor. Max ran (literally) to the Gryffindor common room, but forgot that he didn't know the password. Thankfully when Max turned around, Victor was walking towards him.

"I was looking everywhere for you," Victor said.

"Oh my god. You won't believe it! Being a prefect means I get my own dorm and I get to chose one person to stay with me," Max said in one breath.

"So, who's gonna be staying with you?" Victor asked jokingly, knowing the answer.

"Ha ha, very funny. Who do you think?" Max asked, grabbing Victor's hand and leading him to their new dorm. Max explained everything along the way, saying the password when he reached the old witch and walked in. Victor was amazed, just as Max had been.

They went upstairs so Victor could see his new room. It looked exactly like Max's, only slightly smaller.

"Wow! This is amazing!" Victor exclaimed. "It'll be just like having our own apartment."

"Do you still wanna leave for Christmas?"

"Yeah, of course. I wanna meet your parents," Victor said.

"Well, if you change your mind, I don't mind staying here now," Max said.

"Well, maybe we should go to bed. Classes start tomorrow after all," Victor said. Max nodded.

"Night."

"Night." They both went to bed and woke up the next morning, feeling well rested and ready to start the day.

They both got dresses (Max putting on his make-up and jewelry) then walked to the common room that they shared. They then walked to the Great Hall together for breakfast. McGonagall was walking around the Gryffindor table passing out timetables.

"Urgh, double potions with the Slytherins first thing this morning," Victor complained when McGonagall passed him his timetable. "Just great!"

Max groaned. "The rest of the day is no better," he said, looking at the rest of the day.

"Why? What do we have?" Victor asked, looking at the rest of the schedule as well.

"History of Magic, Arthimancy and Divination."

"There's only one class we don't have with the Slytherins and that's Divination," Victor stated.

"I think I'm gonna fake sick in Arthimancy," Max said. Victor looked at him strange. "What?" Max asked.

"Remember, you'll get kicked out of Hogwarts if you're mum get another owl from Dumbledore," Victor said.

"Yeah, you're right."

So Max toughed it out that day and when the classes were over for the day, Max breathed a sigh of relief. It was really warm outside that day and being shut up in Trelawney's stuff classroom didn't help.

"Gawd, it's so damn hot," Max said as he went in the common room, Victor right behind him.

"I know. You think Trelawney could have opened a window," Victor replied.

"I'm gonna go for a swim in the lake," Max said. "Coming?"

"Nah, I'm gonna just go for a walk," Victor said. "I need some time to think."
"Ok, suit yourself," Max said, going up to his room and taking off his uniform and putting on a pair of black swimming shorts and going back to the common room.

'I'll see you later Victor," Max said, walking out to the grounds. As he walked past the front entrance, he heard a group of first year girls giggling and pointing at him. Looking down, he realized what they were giggling at; he wasn't wearing a shirt, which left his perfectly tanned and toned upper body exposed. He just continued walking 'til he got to the lake and jumped in. He swam around the lake, loving the way the cool water felt on his warm body.

When he was getting out, Victor walked over to him. "Hey."

"Hey," Max replied.

"You've got a fan club," Victor said.

"Huh?" Victor pointed to a nearby tree and Max noticed it was the same group of girls from earlier.

"They've been watching you ever since you left the school," Victor said. Max laughed. He got out of the lake, his body dripping with water. One of the girls gasped and then started giggling along with her friends. Max chuckled.

"Girls giggle too much," he said, walking back to the castle followed by Victor.

"You know, I have to agree with those girls," Victor said as they went back to the common room.

"About what?" Max asked, surprised.

"That you're sexy when you're soaking wet."

Max laughed and playfully punched Victors arm. Before either of the two knew it, they were both leaning in towards each other, eyes closed. Max closed the gap between them and tickled Victors bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entry. Victor granted Max entry and Max started to massage Victor's tongue with his own. Max loved the way Victor's lips always tasted like cherries (A/N: don't ask why). Both boys pulled away only when they needed air. They both smiled at each other.

"You know, that was our first REAL kiss," Victor said.

"Mmm hmm," Max replied. "I could get used to that."

"Me too," Victor agreed.

"But I thought we were taking things slow," Max said.

"Well, we can still take things slow, but it was time to take another step," Victor added, leaning in to kiss Max again. Max leaned in too, but this time it was Victor asking for entry. Max gave in and their kiss became more passionate than the first, and Max found that he couldn't do anything to hide the small bulge in his shorts. Max pulled away before Victor could notice and ran up to the bathroom to fix the problem.

When he came back downstairs, he said, "I'm so sorry. I really had to use the bathroom." Then he thought to himself That was the lamest excuse ever.

"It's okay. I need to work on my potions essay," Victor said, getting up.

"I can't believe Snape gave us homework on the first day, but I should go work on mine too."

So they did. They forgot about that kiss they shared earlier and got down to their homework. When they were done their homework, they went directly to bed.

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