Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did there would be movies of all my favorite fics. As it is, you don't see any Not Myself movies, and so you can guarantee that I is not owning Harry Potter. I'm not making any money (and I don't just mean with this!)

This is the beginning to a new fic bad Kochan. Work on your first one! Currently called "WTF is going on?" though its subject to change.

Thanks to my older sister who wrote the intro. (the first section)


Chapter one:
A standard day in students' lives, an afternoon spent in homework and studies. The room is a restful combination of cool blue and warm wood; bronze accents provide a bright spot here and there among the furniture. The chairs do not invite lounging - their form is dictated by function, and there is no napping in this room. An air of studiousness pervades the room.

The room is filled with tables worn smooth by generation of youthful studies. A fire keeps the room warm without being overly relaxing, contributing to the scholarly atmosphere. The current residents' work covers nearly every surface. Scattered around the room are piles of books, set carefully away from the fire. Students consult these books frequently, regardless of ownership. There is a constant murmur of discussion, punctuated by the turning of a page or the scratch of quills on parchment.

While in one of the other common rooms one might find raucous conversation or a rousing game of Exploding Snap, the majority of the students in this room are reading and writing in various positions of quiet contemplation. Two students play a game of chess on the floor in front of the fire while an older student helps a first year in one corner of the room. No one seems bothered by the scent of frog liver and honeysuckle wafting from where a potion is being brewed in the dorms.

The entrance to the room faces several hallways, leading to the dorms. There is very little traffic; most students are intensely involved in their current tasks, and will not be leaving any time soon. A student enters; he sits at a table and sets up his materials causing no disruption and enters the ebb and flow of studies without pausing.

With a quiet flap of wings, an owl flies in and delivers a package to one of the tables. None of the students look up form their studies, seeming to take no notice of the disturbance.

A single voice rises above these sounds, voicing a very interesting question.

A fifth year Ravenclaw looks up from her studies. "What would happen if two people were to apparate to the exact same place, at exactly the same moment?"

An excellent question, indeed.


Harry closed the door to his bedroom. He quickly gathered his shrunken school trunk and his wand. He enlarged his trunk, and pulled out his summer robes. He changed into a pair of form-fitting jeans and a tee-shirt, then re-shrunk his trunk. Shoving it into his pocket, he thought about where he should go. /Anywhere where it doesn't smell of lemon. If I smell lemon one more time, I think I'll go crazy. My room is the only place that hasn't been cleaned with that vile Lysol./ He sniffed the air blissfully. /Ah. The fresh scent of dust./ A few minutes later, he decided that the area behind the Leaky Cauldron should be good. Making sure he wasn't missing anything, he apparated.


((Meanwhile))

Draco leaned against his door and sighed. He had been back for one week and had already attended seven parties and two dinners. Now his mother was trying to drag him to another party. He didn't mind one every now and then, but he really didn't want to go to another one. He couldn't expect his father to get him out of it, he couldn't care less. Well, scratch that. Lucius was perfectly capable of caring less, but seeing as how he had to go, so did his son. No, Draco thought, I am on my own on this one. Hey, I have my apparation license. He left a note on his neatly made bed, saying he was going to stay at the Leaky Cauldron for a little while with some friends. Putting his shrunken school trunk in his pocket - he might stay longer then he thought - he thought about where he should apparate to. Oh, yes, behind the Leaky Cauldron there was a courtyard. Hardly anybody ever lingered. If he splinched himself, or landed in an embarrassing way, nobody should see.


Harry expected to land on his feet. Which he didn't. He landed in a sitting position. But it didn't fell like the ground. It almost felt like... somebody's... lap? What was he doing in somebody's lap?


Draco landed, sitting down. Why was he sitting down? He should have been standing up. And why was there weight on his legs? Oh. Potter was sitting on his lap. That would explain things. Wait. WTF was Potter doing on his lap?


Harry turned his head. WTF was he doing on Malfoy's lap? He was about to get up, when Malfoy pushed him off with a snide, "I don't care how much you're lusting after me, Potter, you're not my type."

Standing up, Harry replied, "You'll be glad to know, Malfoy, that I don't go for morons." He walked into the Leaky Cauldron to get a room. Draco went straight to Diagon Alley.


A/N: Review and let me know whatcha think! Oh, don't be expecting a new chapter anytime soon, I am having trouble with Draco and Harry not liking each other at all.