Disclaimer:: I do not own any of J.K Rowling's characters no matter how much I wish I did.

Here is a little mindless dialog before we start the story. Saw other authors do it so I figured why not?

Me: Hey Harry what ya doing?

Harry: Errrr nothing Michelle nothing at all...he he he (laughing nervously)

Me: For some reason I can't get myself to believe you. I wonder why? (cough) sarcasim (cough)

Harry: Come on you know you can trust me. How can anyone not trust this innocent little face? (shinny green innocent puppy eyes)

Me: Awww don't give me that Harry James Potter it just makes me want to huggle you so much....

Harry: Huggle away.... (opens arms wide)

Me: O.K. but your not of the hook mister (huggles her Harry)

Harry: Can't breeze little less huggling (starts coughing)

Me: Fine be that way hmp (crosses arms)

Harry: (Takes deep breaths trying to re-inflate his lungs)

Me: Mr. Potter care to explain this to me? (opens her arms to reveal a scroll)

Harry: Whah? How? Huh? (really confused look on face)

Me: You really need to hold on to your stuff better. What did I tell you about taking Hermione's HW hmm? (taps foot impatiently)

Harry: Umm, not to? (shrugs)

Me: Very good Harry, now I'll just be sending this back to Hermione. (cast a spell that returns it to its owner)

Harry: Damn (frowns)

Me: Don't worry Harry I'm sure you'll still have time to do it the old fashioned way before it is due. (gives a big smirk)

Harry: Sigh (sweat drops)

The man led Harry up a floor and finally pulled out a key and opened the door they now were in front of. Turning on the lights, the man made a welcome motion and moved out of the way, allowing Harry to pass. Harry quickly let his eyes roam his new abode. It had a small little living room, with two love seats, a table, and a TV system. It was smaller than the Dursley's living room, but unlike that one, this one felt like he could truly call it home. The next room was a cozy kitchen and small dinning room. Just sparing a moment to observe it, he quickly headed into his new bedroom. His eyes lit up. It was bigger then the other rooms, and beautiful. Not in the traditional way, for it wasn't exactly finely furnished and decorated, but it gave him a great sense of happiness. It had a comforting feeling he had never felt from another place he had stayed, other than perhaps Hogwarts in his earlier years. Harry, forgetting the man was still there, pounced on to the bed, bouncing once off of its surface. He pushed his face into the covers letting the feeling of the fabric wash over him. He was brought out of his little moment by a tiny coughing noise coming from the door of the bedroom. Seeing the man looking at him and trying to contain his laughter, Harry gave a sheepish grin and a small chuckle. He pushed himself off of the bed and placed a coin into the man's hand, shaking it furiously. He let a happy "Gracias" escape his now upturned lips. The man seeing his job was done gave a nod and removed himself from the apartment. Harry let himself fall back onto the bed letting out a much needed sigh of contentment.

The next thing he knew he found himself waking up from a restful sleep. He supposed he had been more tired than he had thought. He was in a grand mood now, for he had not had another one of his troubling dreams. Harry glancing at the clock and seeing the day was still young jumped up and headed to his suite case. Searching around he found what he was looking for, swim trunks. He hadn't gone swimming in such a long time. The only reason he had ever been swimming was that when he was younger, there had been a two for one swimming lesson at a local camp. The Dursleys probably would have preferred if he had drowned, but unlike Dudley, Harry was a natural swimmer. He enjoyed swimming he supposed almost as much as flying on a broom. Quickly adorning his trunks he headed down to the pool.

It took a bit for him to find it since the signs were all in Spanish, but he had finally arrived at the pool side. He let a small smile grace his lips as he saw all the people enjoying themselves, and all the little children playing in the kiddy pool with their mothers. This brought him happiness as well as sadness, but he shook it off before it could permanently ruin his mood. He hurried to the steps leading into the pool and placed his toe gently into the pool, testing the water. Ok, so this wasn't exactly the manly way to enter the pool, but it was better then freezing his arse of by jumping into unknown water. He slowly went in step by step and was about to try and dunk his head in when a large tidal wave splashed him, soaking him entirely. He could hear chuckling a little in the distance and tried to get his wet, clingy bangs away from his eyes to see who had caused it. Finally getting the black locks out of the way he saw the back of a man climbing up the pool railing stairs. Harry watched mesmerized, forgetting his anger, as the muscles of the man's back rippled as he pulled himself out of the water. He also transfixed his gaze on the man's arse, the wet trunks showing how fit it was. Unfortunately the sun was in that direction so when the man turned, all Harry could see was long shiny golden locks. Harry felt a blush rise on his cheeks as he realized he had blatantly been admiring another man. He had always felt an awkward attraction to men ever since he had hit puberty. He had dismissed it at first as just curiosity and being overly hormonal. That changed though when Cho had finally kissed him. He had felt an attraction to girls from time to time and she was one girl who he was drawn to. When she kissed him however, he had felt nothing at all, and at first he had thought it was because of the circumstances. After really analyzing it, he realized that it all was making sense now. He wasn't interesting in any girls in school because he wasn't interested in girls at all. He dived under the water decided he definitely needed to cool off and relax. He swam over to the lap lane and went over to the wall. He got himself in a good position and then shot of like a bullet speeding through the water. His arms gracefully flew at his sides propelling him through the water. His mind now was only focused on the feeling of him slicing through the water with his body, and focusing on his strokes.

Over at the side of the pool, reclining on a chair, a young man with gold, platinum locks watched Harry in the water. The silvery, grey eyes followed him through the water admiring the lean, muscular form. He wished he could see the man's face, but at the moment he was happy with just watching the delectable body strain and flex in the water. He hadn't really seen any good specimens since he had arrived here, but it looked like that was about to change. Of course he wasn't here to just scope out someone to shag, but it wouldn't hurt to have that as a little bonus present for himself. No he was here for a more serious reason, to escape. He wanted to escape Hogwarts, his life, and most of his father. The bastard was planning on handing him over to the Dark Lord to serve him. Lord only knows what would have happened if that sick man had gotten his hands on him. He couldn't believe his father was willing to take away his freedom, when the man knew he didn't want to follow that path. He wasn't exactly a Gryffindor rooting for the light side, but he would never be as dark as his father. He didn't wish to set his future in stone, branding him forever as Death Eater. On top of that Malfoys served no one, they were to be served and respected. 'Yes' Draco told himself, deciding that was enough of thinking about the past for quite a while.

Draco reset his sights on the man he had seen earlier, who was now heading toward the exit from the pool closest to him. He watched in admiration and fascination as the man stepped out of the water revealing a sculpted torso. Not overly so, but just right to cause Draco's mouth to water. He couldn't help, but focus on the outline of his abs and the thin line of hair that led down to the waist band of his trunks, disappearing beneath. Shaking himself out of his stupor he focused his gaze now on the man's face, which was covered in shaggy black hair. Draco thought it looked familiar, but shrugged it off and trying to decide on how he was going to get the man's attention. He really wanted to see the man's face, only imagining how handsome it must be if it was anything like his body. He suddenly got an idea and let a catcall escape his lips, now he just had to wait for the man to respond.

Harry hearing the noise blushed madly, knowing that it was too deep to be a women's. Did he have a sign of his sexual preference on his back or something? Harry decided that he deserved a little fun, and there was no press here to criticize him. Instead of running away in embarrassment, he slowly moved his bangs away from his eyes. He took a little peak from his little bang veil and saw who, he was almost positive was the man from before. He quickly moved his bangs and smiled at the man. What was once a smirk on the man's luscious pink lips quickly became what looked like a silent scream. Harry watched in shock as the man removed his sunglasses to reveal a disturbed looking Malfoy.

Thank you everyone who has reviewed and to my friends who support my writing and give me the confidence to do what I love. I would like to say how sorry I am that I haven't updated sooner. If I could have I would have. After starting school I was swamped with work and my computer had to have all its info erased so I had to rewrite this chapter from scratch. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know I write things so they sometimes move slowly, but I don't like to rush things. By the way thanks Nora for the complements and this chapter is dedicated to you! Ok everyone please R&R...I'm going to try and get the next chapter out as fast as possible.