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Chapter 2:

Draco Malfoy sat in his usual place down the back of the classroom, seated between his best friend Blaise Zambini, and unfortunately, Pansy Parkinson.

Blaise was a feisty, Italian, pureblooded wizard who was…shall we say…promiscuous. With skin that could only be described as mocha, he had dark brooding features and laughing, coffee-coloured eyes. He'd slept with most of the school (male, female, Professors…) but was yet to 'commit' himself to a relationship. He went through relationships like Dumbledore went through lemon drops, and was proud of it, thank you very much! Though Blaise seemed to have no real interest in anyone except for sex, there was a certain Gryffindor that had caught his eye…

Pansy Parkinson a.k.a Pugface Parkinson or Pugfaced bitch, followed Draco Malfoy around like a little pug faced puppy. A lovesick one. Pansy was 5 foot 9 and had very pale skin. She had dark, sapphire blue eyes and of course her famous nose. While it was rather…upturned…Pansy's nose was far from as deformed as others made it out to be. It was more her whiny, petulant, squealing attitude that made her so unpopular. Except to one individual, but you'll find out about that later!

Set on marrying her 'true love' a.k.a 'Drakey-poo, Drakey-kins or My sexy wittle dwagon!' Pansy trailed around after Draco like his shadow, and made sure that everyone else knew that he was her property, and how thrilled their parents were that her and Draco were going to get married as soon as the year was over.

Yeah right, over Draco Malfoy's dead body!

Pansy flipped her hair and squinted her eyes at Draco in a way that (she thought) made them smolder, but stopped half way to sneer as the Wonder-boy and Book-worm entered the Transfiguration classroom.

Hermione cast a worried look at her friend as he began to set out his parchment and ink, before sitting down at her own desk. She knew something was wrong, and knew she was probably the only person who realized, and she had a pretty good idea what it could be. While on the outside Harry may have appeared to be his usual calm and quiet self, his eyes though still beautiful, were dulled and held a depressed, defeated look that you would only be able to see if you knew Harry well and studied him closely.

Harry heaved a small sigh as he began to take down some notes on transfiguring a mitten into a kitten. Again and again the train-ride to Hogwarts replayed in his mind…

Harry finally managed to push off an overbearing, bouncing Godfather and give a lopsided grin to Remus before dragging his trunk onto the Hogwarts Express. With the last cries of, "-and if that sniveling greasy BAT gives you ANY trouble, you owl me RIGHT AWAY and I'll come straight there and hang him from the Astronomy Tower by his ba- " faded away into the distance he knocked on the door to the Golden Trio's regular compartment. In there were his two best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, the latter immediately propelling herself at him when he walked through the door. 'Mate!' Ron grinned as he clapped Harry on the back, and laughed as Harry pulled a sour face and groaned. "Mione! I can't breathe…"

Hermione blushed and let go of Harry, grinning sheepishly she defended herself, "Well we haven't seen you for ages! And you look so good, healthy, and I see Sirius made you throw out those awful hand-me-downs. In fact…wow, Harry! You look great!" Both Ron and Harry rolled their eyes and the brunette's over-enthusiastic babble. "But she is right though mate, you look way better…less scrawny 'n' stuff!" Harry snorted at Ron's awkward compliment, and then made himself comfortable on one of the seats.

Truth was, Harry was pretty nervous because he had a secret he wanted to tell them, but wasn't sure how to go about. Over the summer he had come to terms with the fact that yes, he was gay, and no it wasn't about to change anytime soon. Not being able to bear lying to his guardians whenever they asked which girl he fancied at school, only to find that both Sirius and Remus were both gay, and dating each other! Both of them had been thrilled when they found out, and Sirius had then proceeded to tease Harry mercilessly whenever he could. (Which was whenever Remus wasn't watching!)

As well as telling his guardians about his sexuality Harry also had summed up all his Gryffindor bravery and told Ginny as well. The fiery red-head and him had been corresponding through all the holidays, after forming a firm friendship the year before. It was late one night when Ginny had woken up from a nightmare involving Tom Riddle and The Chamber of Secrets. She had gone down to the common room and sat crying silently in one of the armchairs in front of the fire when Harry, who was sneaking down to the kitchens for a midnight snack had heard her. They'd talked until dawn, finding that they shared a bond in the fact that both knew what it was like to have a connection with Voldemort. Harry was scared that Voldemort would use their connection to his advantage in the final battle, causing more innocent people to die. Ginny feared that her narrow-minded family would find out about how connected she had really been with Tom, and realizing that she was 'tainted' with darkness would reject her like they did with anyone or anything that disagreed with their perfect world.

Ginny had just sent back an owl telling him it was about time he told her, and when could she start to set him up with some of her male friends!

It was Ron Harry was worried about. Hermione has always been very understanding, and if Ginny had already suspected Harry was less-than-straight, then the brainy Gryffindor-ette would definitely have realized something was up.

Ron on the other hand believed the world was black and white. You were either good or evil, light or dark, all Slytherins were evil, all Gryffindors were noble and brave. Girls liked boys, and boys liked girls. Harry felt his stomach do acrobatic flips when he remembered the incident halfway through last year…

Harry and Ron walked back laughing from Quidditch training, while Hermione clucked her tongue at their dirty uniform and disheveled appearance. Training had ended early, (much to the two's delight) due to the Slytherin's double-booking the pitch. Hooch had intervened before the fighting between the two captains had become too bad, making the compromise that they would split the time to use the pitch, both teams having half trainings. So both of the Quidditch players walked into their dorm room to get a fresh change of clothes, only to find Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas intertwined on Seamus' bed, kissing passionately.

Ron gagged and went an unattractive shade of sickly grey, Harry blanched, and his jaw dropped. Seamus and Dean carried on their display, unaware of the two spectators until…

"Oh my God! You're Fags!" The two boys broke apart and stared at Harry and Ron in horror. "Ron..." Seamus began, "SHUT UP QUEER! You're sick…Fuck! You've probably been fantasizing about me…we've been sharing a fucking cabin!" Dean looked like he was on the verge of tears and got off the bed. "Ron, it's not like that, we love each other!" He reached out for Ron only to have him flinch back as if he'd been struck. Desperately he turned to Harry, "Harry, please…"

"Fuck you Faggots!" Ron interrupted him with a sneer, and he backed out the door. "I'll leave you two fairies, wait until everyone else hears…" His mutterings were lost as he run out the door and down into the common room, but it sound something like, "Fucking flamers…" Seamus walked forward to console a crushed Dean who then looked up resignedly to Harry. "Well?" "I…" Harry walked forward and placed a hand gently on Dean's shoulder. "If, if you're in love…I mean…I'm happy for you." Seamus smiled in relief and murmured a "Thank you" Before Harry walked out of the dorm.

After a lot of begging and reasoning on Harry and Hermione's part, Ron didn't make and more rude comments to Seamus and Dean about their relationship, but that didn't stop him from sending them nasty looks and doing things like 'accidentally' tripping them over, knocking their books off their tables, etcetera.

Harry shook these thoughts from his mind and wiped his sweaty palms on his robes. This was Ron he was talking about! The guy he considered a brother, who had been with him through thick and thin…except fourth year. He was so jealous…yelling at you, sneering and ignoring you! A nasty voice in the back of his mind said. Harry blocked these thoughts. Ron had apologized for that anyway, that didn't matter anymore…

"Ron, Mione?" Harry quietly interrupted the two who had been arguing about the importance of Ancient Runes. "It's a fascinating subject Ron, and compared to studies like Divination which is utter rubbish..."

"Yeah?" Ron asked. Harry shifted uncomfortably, "There's something I've been wanting to tell you guys for a while, but I wasn't sure how…" Hermione leaned forward with a concerned look, Ron looked wary, another secret? "I'm gay." Harry blurted out.

Hermione looked relieved and let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding, nothing to worry about at all! She sent a warm smile to Harry who instantly looked reassured. Ron on the other hand…

He first went pale, then slowly the colour came back to his cheeks. The colour then became darker, and darker, then spread to his ears. Then, he exploded.

"WHAT!" Ron bellowed. "YOU'RE A FAG TOO?" Harry felt his heart clench as Ron continued to vent his anger, using every expletive and derogatory term he knew.

Hermione felt a wave of white, dizzying shock pulse through out her body, her mouth open in the shape of an 'O'. Slowly she watched as the dream she had of her and Ron together, of her falling in love with that bastard was torn into tatters.

Then, there was more anger. Her anger.

Hermione looked over at the devastated look on Harry's face and felt rage begin to bubble inside her. Ron suddenly grabbed Harry by the collar of his shirt and the last of Hermione's resolve broke, and Ronald Billius Weasley felt the wrath of one Hermione Elizabeth Granger.

She rocked the Hogwarts Express!

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! YOU BASTARD! AFTER ALL HARRY'S DONE FOR YOU, YOU INSENSITIVE PRAT! YOU UTTER GIT! YOU GET OUT OF HER AND NEVER, EVER SPEAK TO ME OR HARRY EVER AGAIN!"

It was also the only time recorded in history when Hermione Elizabeth Granger swore.

So there you go! The historical moment in history when the Golden Trio became no more, and Ron Weasley showed his true colours.

And that's what Harry couldn't get out of his head. That is, until Seamus rushed in just in time with an armful of Sugar Quills for some of the Gryffindors. Now if there's one thing you should know about is that Harry Potter loves Sugar Quills. Really. They just send lovely chills down his spine, the sugary goodness of it all is purely Orgasmic!

(Now if I was a MEAN author I could end it there…my hand does hurt an awful lot…Aw hell, might as well finish it! But I expect a LOT of reviews!)

Draco Malfoy blew a stray bit of hair out of his eyes and looked about the room. He was bored. There was nothing in the room that was of the slightest bit of inter- Draco's stomach gave a bit of a jolt as he watched opened-mouthed as Harry Potter did…did…unmentionable things with a sugar quill!

Draco watched as Harry licked lightly up the quill s l o w l y, excruciatingly slowly, and as he closed his eyes in pleasure at the sugary taste. The Slytherin looked away quickly and tried to rid his mind of these thoughts. He was a Slytherin, a Malfoy, and gay, but that did not mean he would suddenly start having lustful thoughts of the Hogwarts Wonder-boy! Slowly Draco's head turned back to watch Harry aain, after all it's not like he actually fancied the Gryfinndor so there was no harm in just watching…right?

Draco stifled a small groan as Harry began to wrap his tongue around the quill, and watched as Harry gave a small moan, sucking on the sugar quill in a way that made Draco rather hot and bothered.

Our favourite brunette hero began a tantalizing dance with his tongue, nipping, sucking, biting and licking his way up and down the Honeyduke's product, until there was none of the lolly left.

Draco, much to his horror, had found himself getting increasingly aroused through out this display and whimpered ever so quietly as Harry began to lick each of his fingers slowly, one-by-one trying to get every last bit of sugar.

Draco had an epiphany that class, a very important one, in fact not just one, a few.

Harry Potter, hero of the wizarding world and Dumbledore's Golden boy, was hot. Scratch that, he was very hot. Long, silky black hair, tanned skin the colour of honey, the most beautiful eyes imaginable…and those lips…and that tongue! Draco shuddered. Better not to think of Harry's tongue at the moment. Woah, wait! Harry? HARRY! Since when was it Harry? Draco felt a head ache coming on.

Harry Potter his worst enemy, arch rival and ultimate nemesis was HOT.

Draco for some unkown reason kept on referring to said Hottie by first name.

Draco…er…had a thing…maybe…for a certain Gryffindor

The said Gryffindor hated his guts, as Draco had made his life living Hell for the past few years.

It was late Thursday, he was in Transfiguration and had a Potions class next WITH a certain sexy hero-of-the-wizarding-world, and he had a certain…ummm…problem that needed immediate attention.

Thank God for loose Robes!

Little did Draco know that Harry's indecent display with his Sugar quill was watched with another set of desire filled eyes…

REVIEW my pretties, review! I reckon if I get as many as oh…7 -10 new reviews I may just right another awesome chapter! And…

It's up to you, who do you want to be lusting after Harry too?

Random creepy Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff

Professor Snape!

Mc Gonnagle!

Dumbledore!

New defence teacher? male of female?

Flint? he's a slytherin

Theodore Nott?

Lavender Brown!

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