I don't own the boy who lived. Although over Holiday break I tried to build his wonderful castle school. It didn't work. But I digress, I don't own Harry Potter.

(A/N I know updating twice in one day, it's been a while since I've done that. However I have like 17 chapters written and am working on the 18 so hey lots of updates for you people. Cheers!)

Monday

September 2nd

Draco woke early the next morning to Blaise walking into his room.

"Bloody hell." Draco mumbled. "What are you going here?"

"Language." Blaise chided jokingly.

"If you are just here to lecture me on my choice of words then get the hell out of here." Draco said sitting up and brushing his hair off his face. "How did you get in."

"This isn't right." Blaise said looking around. "Just because you are the head boy you get this fabulous room."

Draco smirked as he climbed out of bed. "You haven't seen the bathroom yet."

"Damn, I knew I should have worked harder." Blaise said as he walked into the bathroom, looking around.

"Work." Draco scoffed. "Father basically got me this position. You know how he is with family image."

"Damn." Blaise cursed again.

"You still haven't mentioned why you are in here." Draco sighed. "Why you felt the need to wake me from my sleep."

"Well, considering in about five minutes potions starts, I thought you might like to know."

"What?" Draco asked whirling around. "How did I sleep in."

"Probably has something to do with the fact that you no longer have me to wake you up every morning." Blaise said smirking. "However if you wanted to share your wonderful room with me I wouldn't say no."

Draco laughed. "No. You aren't my type."

"Just because you are tall, blonde, and muscled doesn't mean you're my type." Blaise said.

Draco gave him a disbelieving look.

"Okay you are my type." Blaise said. "Except for the whole not being gay thing."

"I'm afraid that there is something about the female sex that I just like too much." Draco told him. "Like the boobs, and the butt, and the hips, and the-"

"Don't go there." Blaise said shuddering. "I don't want to hear about female parts."

Draco smirked. "Mostly though, it's the sex. I enjoy the sex."

"All I'm saying give me one night and we'll see how you feel." Blaise asked, for what must have been the tenth time since he had come out to Draco.

"Maybe all you need is one good shag and you'll come back to my side." Draco smirked. "Padma may not be a looker, but damn-"

"Padma?" Blaise asked in shock. "But she's so good."

Draco smirked as he got dressed. "I know she's good, good in bed."

"I'm leaving." Blaise said getting a good look at Draco. "Before you scare me with anymore hetro talk."

Draco laughed as Blaise left his room. He took a quick look in the mirror before running after him to go to potions.

The shocking thing about Draco is that he didn't want to be anything like his father. Therefore if his father was homophobic, Draco wasn't going to be. Draco didn't want to see his father every time he looked into his mirror. He didn't want to see his evil, pedophile, wife-beating, child-abusing, slave to the Dark Lord father. He didn't want to be that person. He had seen his mother cry after the numerous times that his father yelled at her, or worse beat her. He knew about the kids that his father brought home. The young muggles. Funny thing, his father hated muggles. Yet, they seemed to be the only thing that got him off. It made Draco sick. To think that, that man's gene's were running though him. That he was a part of Draco. It truly made him sick.

Therefore, if his father was homophobic than he was Blaise's best friend.

Blaise didn't know why he decided to come out to Draco. It had been the end of last year and he found he was so occupied with some of the guys. Ron was one of the guys that Blaise really liked. It was something about red heads. After all there is that rumor about the "burning bush." Sometimes Blaise got a vibe from Ron, but he couldn't be sure. Of course there was the fact that Ron had been dating Hermione for a year now.

One day Blaise was particularly sulky. He had run into Ron and Hermione snogging in the hallway. Draco demanded to know what was wrong. Blaise hadn't planned to tell him, but he just wouldn't let it go.

"I have a crush on Ron." Blaise whispered. He was afraid of Draco's reaction. After all Draco was probably his best friend in the whole school. If you could call them friends. Really they kept each other company because everyone else was considered inferior. Until he came out to Draco that is.

Draco had reeled back like Blaise had some highly contagious disease he might catch. Then after a moment Draco smirked.

"You have a thing for the Weasel? One could think you could find someone with a bit more class."

"He's cute." Blaise responded blushing. "With the freckles and the red hair. He must be part irish, like me. And if he's not I could put a little irish in him." Blaise smirked.

Draco had groaned at that. "I'm not that okay with it, yet." Draco said rubbing his temples. "So what's the problem?"

"He's dating Granger." Blaise replied glumly.

At that point Draco got up groaning. "I can't help you if you are going to let some little barrier like that stop you." Draco picked up his book bag. "Find me when you're ready to be a real man."

Ever since then Draco and Blaise had been good friends. Draco was also the only one who knew about him and his homosexual tendencies.

Blaise was a quiet individual. He didn't feel the need to torture the younger kids. Sure, occasionally it was fun. But Blaise was one of the nicer Slytherins, if that's possible. He excelled in charms and potions. Of course that could be because Snape loved all the Slytherins.

Blaise looked like a greek god. He had jet black hair, piercing green eyes and a tan muscular body. He wasn't the stereotypical gay guy. No, he was most girls dream, which is sad considering he dreamed of boys. He had dated a few girls, he almost went all the way with one. It didn't work. He just couldn't be straight. His father would disown him if he knew, if he didn't kill him. Thank Merlin he was finally of age and didn't have to worry about his father.

Plus he had more money than most people knew what to do with. He didn't need to rely on his father for money. He didn't need to rely on his father for shelter considering that he had an apartment in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade.

Blaise figured it must be a common rule. If you are in Slytherin, and you aren't pure evil, you must hate your father. Of course that's because the father's were the death eaters. Very few women became Death Eaters. Very few women were allowed to. Voldermort, just like most of the wizarding world in general, was old fashioned. Women were meant to stay in the kitchen barefoot and pregnant. Blaise didn't personally believe that. His mother, for instance, was one of the strongest women he knew. She had left his abusive father two years ago. His father had of course been devastated. Of course he didn't know whether it was devastation from having to take care of himself, or because he was expected to care. Which was silly. His father didn't care, he never had, he never will. He never even knew how to.

Ginny made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As usual she ate alone. The night before, with Hermione eating with her, had been pity. Ginny hated pity. She didn't want to be pitied. Sure she might now like how something was going in her life, but she didn't want to be pitied because of it. After all, her experiences made her who she was. Ginny watched people as she ate breakfast. It was an old past time. Sometimes she would watch two people having a conversation and make up a story of what they were talking about. Sometimes she would watch someone who was deep and thought and wonder what they were thinking. Surprisingly enough she had never had to wonder what Crabbe or Goyle thought about. Food, food, food, sleep, torture first years, food. That was their complete thought processes, or at least in Ginny's opinion.

Ginny's favorite people to watch were Luna, Blaise, and although she would never admit it to anyone, she loved watching Draco. She supposed on some level it had to do with the fact that the boy was gorgeous. He knew it, and so did every girl in the castle. Of course they also knew he was, in Ginny's opinion, a huge man whore. It was no secret that he had shagged half the girls in his year, and that was just in his year.

Ginny watched Luna because she was a very unique girl. Every since Ginny's fourth year they had been, not friends, but, acquaintances. They spoke but they didn't talk. They didn't share secrets. Ginny didn't really share secrets with anyone. She had a whole lot though. She learned a lot from watching people. It was interesting.

She knew about Blaise, possibly before he did. She had figured it out last year. He was dating Pansy. Which should have been proof right there. She would watch him around Pansy, he never seemed interested. Sure they would snog in the hallway, but, something was missing. You could see that something wasn't right. Or maybe just Ginny could. Of course homophobia ran through the wizarding world, simply because it was an "uncomfortable" topic.

Then there was Draco. She didn't know when her fascination with him began. It might have been after her crush on Harry disappeared. Maybe she just needed a new boy to crush on. She didn't even notice at first till one day at dinner she noticed she hadn't taken her eyes off him. She would imagine he wasn't really a cold heartless bastard. Maybe he was really a good guy. She knew she was foolish, but it was okay. She couldn't get hurt this way. After all she knew there was no chance in hell that Draco would fall for her. She was after all part of the most disgraced wizard family there was, if you were a supporter of You-Know-Who. She watched him though. Of course he wasn't in the Great Hall this morning. She saw Blaise check his watch a couple of times before getting up looking worried. She smiled to herself. In her head he was going to go wake Draco up to make sure he didn't miss his first class. Stupid, after all Slytherins didn't care about one another, but it was a nice thought. Which, is why Ginny thought them, her thoughts. She liked escaping, into a world where she was happy, always.

She watched other students. but in the never ending world in her head it only centered on a few. Of course she didn't exclude Colin from or world, or her brother, she just didn't have to watch them to know how they are. In fact as usual Colin had walked over to her, probably because he wanted girl advice. That seems to be all he wanted any more.

"What Colin?" Ginny asked him smiling.

"See um.."

"What did you do?" Ginny asked him trying to get him to jump to the point.

"I forgot her birthday."

Ginny sighed. "There is no saving you, find a different girl."

"Ginny." Colin asked exasperated.

"Fine." Ginny replied. "Okay so tell her that you have special plans for the two of you this weekend and you wanted it to be a surprise so you didn't tell her." Ginny looked at him wondering what he thought. "It's only the first day, how do you manage to get in trouble with a girl on the first day."

"I didn't send a present to her over break." Colin replied. "Great idea though. Now I just have to figure out something special."

"Dinner, flowers, jewelry." Ginny said as she stood up. "She's a girl, she's material. Buy her pretty things. She'll forgive you."

"Thanks Gin." Colin shouted to her back as she left.

"Yeah." Ginny replied not turning around just waving her hand as she left.

Draco entered the Great Hall looking around. It was lunch time and as usual the room wasn't totally filled anymore. Draco sat down at the Slytherin table glancing at the few students who had bothered to get to lunch so late. The room, although not nearly as full as usual was bursting with noise. He grabbed a sandwich and was about to leave the Great Hall when he noticed something.

The Weaselette was sitting in the middle of a fight between who else but Hermione and Ron and she didn't even seem to notice. She was so indulged in what she was doing. It appeared she was writing or something. She didn't even look up as they yelled back and forth over her head. In fact it wasn't until Hermione chucked some chips at Ron that she looked up. And that was probably only because a few of them landed on her paper. She brushed her book off, closed it, grabbed the rest of her sandwich and stood to leave.

For some reason watching the little Weasel doing whatever she was doing had interested him. He figured it was because she was sitting between a fight and didn't notice it that it intrigued him. How could you be so indulged in what you were doing that you didn't notice yelling practically in you ear. Draco wished he could do that. Become so detached from his surroundings that he didn't notice yelling. It would make things at home a lot easier for him. Draco closed his eyes. Why was he looking at the Weasel? He opened his eyes again and noticed she was gone. He turned back to his lunch to see that Blaise had joined him

"Ready to make a move yet?" Draco asked him, as he asked him every day since last year.

"No." Blaise replied as usual. "He's still dating Granger."

"You aren't going to let some stupid mudblood stand in your way are you?" Draco asked him disappointedly. They had this same conversation every lunch. Every lunch it went the same.

"Yes, I am." Blaise replied, as usual. That was Draco's cue to sigh and change topics.

"One of these days you are going to say 'No I'm not going to let some mudblood whore stand in my way.'" Draco told him.

"So, how's the weather?" Blaise asked smirking as he changed the subject.

"Acutally." Draco said remembering what he had just seen. "I just saw Granger and Weasley in a fight. Dare I say a bad one. She threw chips at him."

"It's always bad when things start to be thrown." Blaise said hopefully.

"You should go find him, give him a shoulder to cry on." Draco smirked.

Blaise shook his head.

"You wimp." Draco jested as he stood up. "I have to go to the library."

Blaise waved as Draco walked away.

Blaise was a wimp. A first class wimp. He had never hit on a boy before, and Draco didn't count. Hitting on Draco was just fun. First he would get this look on his face like he was a trapped animal. Then he would smirk and come back with some snappy remark. But, making a move on a boy. Sure he would love to make out with a boy. But, to ask a boy out, especially when said boy may not be gay. The funny thing was with girls it had been easy. All he had to do was smile and they would melt. But how do you go about asking a boy out?

Blaise finished his lunch, shaking his head at the thought of asking Ron out. Maybe one day....

Ron looked out the window, staring at the forbidden forest. Lately it seemed he couldn't do anything right with Hermione. She was always mad at him. One minute he was smothering her, the next he wasn't paying enough attention to her. He didn't get it. Was he that bad? He didn't think a relationship should be so much work. It should flow, be comfortable. He shouldn't always have to watch himself, and what he said. Really, he wasn't a horrible person. Hermione seemed to think so though. Why couldn't he ever do anything right? Why was he such a horrible person to her?

Ron sighed. He often thought of breaking up with her. He was tired of it. Tired of her nagging and whining and bitching. It had been so much easier when they were just friends. She didn't expect him to be perfect that. Now though, if he screwed up just a little she blew up at him. Yes, breaking up was an option. He just didn't want to hurt her. After all they had been friends for so long.

Ron looked away from the window and noticed that Blaise had been watching him.

"Problem Zabini?" Ron asked rudely.

Blaise threw on a smirk. "Not me, but you seem to have issues."

Ron's face grew red, from anger. Before he could respond Blaise had opened his mouth again.

"If you need to talk I'm available." Blaise smiled.

With that Blaise walked off. Ron stood there, shocked, and confused. Blaise had just been polite to him, and smiled. Did Slytherins know how to smile. Smrik, yes. Look incredibly evil, totally. But, smile, that one was hard for Ron to believe. Ron shook his head like he was trying to shake it off.

Why were things so hard for him and Hermione?

Hermione was in the library studying when Harry walked up.

"Heard about the fight." Harry said sitting down beside her.

"What did you hear?" Hermione asked not looking up from her book.

"You threw chips at him." Harry replied in disbelief. "Shouldn't you take points from yourself for that."

Hermione sent him a glare that clearly said 'not funny.' "I suppose you think Ron is totally innocent as usual."

"You do seem to blow up at him, randomly." Harry said cautiously.

Hermione sent him another glare.

"I mean, you two don't seem to be getting along." Harry continued quickly. "At all."

"He's just so..." Hermione started, but she couldn't find the right words. "It isn't working."

"Yeah, I think Ron probably thinks that too." Harry replied.

"What?" Hermione snapped. "What do you know?"

"Nothing." Harry said quickly. "I just... He always looks confused. Like something isn't right."

"Yeah." Hermione sighed sadly. "I don't know, maybe."

"Maybe?" Harry inquired.

"We should just break up now, maybe we could still be friends." Hermione replied thinking aloud. "I don't want to lose one of my best friends."

"I think you two need to talk." Harry told her. "Just the two of you."

Hermione nodded in agreement. "So what homework do you need help on?"

"Potions." Harry grinned sheepishly. "Nine inches on the uses of Newt tongue. I can barely get two inches."

"Honestly." Hermione said clucking her tongue disapprovingly. "I have twelve inches already."

"Who gives out that much homework on the first day?" Harry groaned. "He isn't human, I don't care what Dumbledore says."

"If Dumbledore trusts him-"

"I know." Harry sighed. "I've heard this from you how many times. I know he isn't evil, possibly inhuman though?"

"Regardless." Hermione said rolling her eyes. "Whether or not he is human isn't going to change your assignment." She looked at Harry's scroll. She read through it quickly, editing as she went. She handed it back to him. "Just enlarge your handwriting and talk about its healing powers."

She turned back to her own book.

"Hermione." Harry said cautiously.

"What?"

"About Ron?"

"He and I will talk at this Hogsmeade weekend." Hermione replied. "I have to study."

"Okay." Harry said standing up. "See you later."

Ginny walked through the halls not knowing where she was going. She was finally finished with classes for the day after having a grueling double potions. Ginny was tired. This had been a very long day. Long, but not all bad. In fact besides potions it was sort of nice for a typical Hogwarts day. In a lonely quite sort of way. Ginny directed herself up to the Gryffindor Tower. She was going to drop off her potions text before dinner. As Ginny walked she noticed the groups of kids. Why couldn't she be one of them? Why was she so determined to always be alone.

She wasn't determined really. Just after her first year. Ginny shook her head. She wasn't going to think of that. After all these years the memories still haunted her, she still had nightmares. It wasn't something people could understand, and she couldn't explain. She had trusted him so completely and he hurt her before she could figure out he was bad. Ginny couldn't trust, not really, she didn't know how to.

Ginny quickly ran up to the girls dorm and tossed her book on her bed. The opened her trunk and pulled out her small set of charcoal pencils. She tucked them in her robes and ran back down the stairs quickly. If she hurried she would have time before dinner to finish her drawing.

Ginny sat down at a table in the library. It was the table in the very back. It was the most private table out of all the tables. Ginny flipped through her sketch pad and started working on the unfinished picture. It was of Blaise playing quidditch, or what he would look like if he were on the team. He didn't appear to be a quidditch player, but in Ginny's opinion he should be. He looked dashing on a broom. Ginny added her last touches to the picture and looked at it.

She was getting better at drawing people. Maybe she would get Colin's opinion later. She knew she wouldn't really get Colin's opinion. He didn't care about her drawings anymore. He cared more about Amanda, or Brittany, or whatever girl he was dating this month. She laughed at the memory of his face from that morning. So worried because of a stupid birthday. Someday Colin will just have to learn how to solve his own girl problems.

Ginny stood up carefully tucking her sketchbook and charcoals in her robe. She checked the time, if she didn't hurry she would miss dinner all together. She always got so caught up when she was drawing. It amazed her how sucked in to it she got. It was like she was all alone. No one else existed, only her.

Ginny looked around as she walked into the Great Hall, it was almost deserted. Not that it mattered, she usually ate alone anyway. Ginny walked to her table and sat down. She loaded her plate and ate slowly thinking as she did.

Ginny thought a lot. She thought about everything. Right now though, she was in her world. In her head she was having a wonderfully fascinating conversation with Draco. She was quick and witty and charming, and he was beautiful. Of course he was beautiful, it was his one talent in life. Being beautiful. He was egotistical, self-centered, but beautiful. Of course in Ginny's head he was sweet, and generous, but then, in her head she was the girl all the guys wanted. Ginny laughed at the thought of being a guy magnet. What a load that would be.

She pondered for a moment. Would she want to be a guy magnet? Ginny shook her head deciding that she wouldn't. Just the thought of being told she was 'hot' or 'sexy' made her uncomfortable. Damn her prude and modest self. Not that she had to worry though, guys didn't think she was either of those. In fact she was mostly nonexistent, except for the rare moments a guy looked her way. Of course Ron made sure that didn't last long.

The common room was mostly cleared out. It was a bit odd considering it was only eight. However, it was nearly cleared out. There were only a few first years by the fire playing some card game. Harry was sitting in a chair trying to be invisible, but at the same time watch the scene in front of him.

"You want to break up with me?" Hermione asked indignantly.

"Well, erm, yes." Ron said uncertainly. "We, just don't seem to, um, be working out."

"Well that's obvious." Hermione shouted at him all of a sudden. "But you are breaking up with me!"

"What's the problem?" Ron asked. "If we aren't working out why are you mad at me?"

"You aren't suppose to break up with me!" Hermione shouted. "I'm suppose to break up with you."

"Fine!" Ron shouted back. "I don't break up with you. Are you happy?"

"You prat." Hermione shouted at him. "Merlin, why did I ever date you?"

"Why are you so mad?"

"I can't believe I ever dated you." Hermione repeated. "I don't want to ever see you again."

Hermione stormed up the stairs just as Ginny was entering the common room. Ron sunk to the floor looking miserable. Why had she gotten so mad with him? Even she thought they weren't working out. Ginny looked at her brother, he looked upset. She was about to go see if he needed anything when Harry walked over to him.

After a couple of minutes Ron laughed and they both started up to their dorms. Ginny stood there, wondering what had just happened. She started up the stairs to her own dorms and as she was passing by Hermione's floor she heard a lot of yelling.

"That stupid PRAT!" she heard her yell. "Where does he get off breaking up with ME!"

Ginny stuck her head in the door. "Erm, are you okay."

"Your brother is the biggest prat in the world." Hermione huffed. "He broke up with me."

"You threw chips at him today." Ginny pointed out dully. "What did you expect?"

"Well if I knew you were going to take his side." Hermione said rounding on her.

"Hey, I'm not taking sides." Ginny replied quickly. "You did throw chips at him."

"Oh, go away!" Hermione yelled as she turned and flopped on her bed.

"Gladly." Ginny said rolling her eyes as she continued up to her dorm.

"Found a girl yet?" Blaise asked Draco.

"No." Draco replied. "I just can't get use to the thought of going after a Gryffindor."

"Well, I think I might have found the perfect person." Blaise said smiling.

"Really?" Draco asked half interested. "Who?"

"You will find out, eventually." Blaise said smirking. "I need your help first."

"Help?"

"How do I land a guy."

"Hell if I know."

"How do you get all your girls?"

"I give them attention." Draco replied. "I make them feel like they are the most special things in the world. Then I dump them."

"That's wrong."

Draco shrugged. "It's highly entertaining though."

"I don't want to just dump him."

"How did you end up in Slytherin?" Draco asked. "You're way too caring."

"I wonder myself." Blaise replied. "I'm going to bed. I wouldn't want the head boy to punish me for being out to late." Blaise smirked. "Or do I."

"Get out of here." Draco said with disgust. "The answer will always be no."

"I can always try."

"Don't." Draco called as Blaise left his room.

Draco was just changing into his clothes to sleep in when Pansy walked into his room.

"How the hell does everyone know my password?" Draco groaned.

"Hey baby." Pansy said throwing her arms around Draco's neck.

"What do you want?" Draco asked her.

"I just thought maybe.."

"No." Draco said pushing her off of him.

"Come on Draco." Pansy pleaded with him once again pulling him towards him.

Draco was losing his patience.

"Seriously." Draco said. "Leave me alone. I don't want to deal with you tonight."

"I can make it worth your time." Pansy said licking her lips suggestively.

Draco pushed her against the wall, hard. He ripped her shirt off, pulling some buttons off in the process. He crashed his mouth on to hers, forcefully.

"Oh Draco." Pansy moaned.

Draco pulled away. "Is this what you wanted. WIll this make you happy?"

"Anything you want makes me happy." Pansy replied starting to unbutton her skirt.

"Get out of my room." Draco said backing away. "You disgust me."

"Draco, what's wrong."

"Get out!" Draco yelled at her. "I'm sick of you. You're disgusting and you're easy. Shagging you is like shagging a book. Nothing good happens. You aren't pleasurable, you aren't satisfying. And worse of all is you have been with everyone. It isn't even hard to get you. It isn't a challenge. You're easy."

Pansy looked at him like he had just cancelled Christmas. "What-"

"Get out!" Draco roared at her. "Get out you slag."

Pansy slapped him before she ran out of his room.

Draco sunk down on his bed rubbing his cheek. Damn she could pack some heat. She was so disgusting. He could rape her and she would love him. "Can't rape the willing." he said to himself. He shuddered at the thought of Pansy on top of him, again. The thought dead fish flew into his mind before he shrugged it off. He blew the lights out in his room as he climbed into his bed.

Since when did he turn down a shag?