Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is owned by JK. I have only made a well devised to plot, to steal all her money and belongings and force her to write 24/7 because I can't wait to read the next book. I will then partially rewrite the book and put Harry and Draco together, then kill anyone that has a problem with them being gay. (note: I said with them being gay not together). Next I will direct the movies and make them do the wild sex scenes over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over andover and over and over and over an . . . /authoress forgets to breathe and passes out from lack of air./

Story Talk: The rest of this fic will be in Harrys' POV. So you don't get to know what Draco is thinking. And that is only because I am evil and like messing with peoples' heads. Muahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Authoress Ramble: What is it with people and curly hair? Are there voices in your heads that say, 'Curly hair. Must. Touch. Can't. Resist.' I swear I'll be sitting in class and all of a sudden there are like ten hands in my hair. My friends mess with it all the time. We'll be walking down the hallway, and I'll feel a tug on my hair, accompanied by and 'boing' and followed by a giggle. I turn to them and am all like, EVIL DEATH GLARE. Be afraid. And they cower a bit, before smiling at me all innocently and quickly reaching out and yanking my hair again. So I give them my damn-you-I-am-trying-to-be-menacing look, before lunging at them. Which makes me happy again, because they run away, screaming and arm waving included.

Chapter 2

A New Draco Malfoy.

Harry had been up late with another nightmare and as a result, he was now late for breakfast. He always put locks and silencing charms around his bed so even if his roommates had realized he wasn't up yet, they wouldn't have been able to wake him.

As Harry darted down the stairs, he thought of possibly giving Ron the counter curses. This thought had crossed his mind many times before, but he didn't know if he could trust Ron, not to wake him up in the middle of the night to tell him about something stupid. Or to take it off every once in a while, just to check up on him. While Rons' intentions would be good, it would be a really bad idea. Just in case the dream he was having wasn't a nightmare. And his screams included a certain boy's name. No, definitely not telling Ron.

Harry turned left to go into the Great Hall. He was stunned to find himself on the ground seconds later. He looked up to see what he had run into. Of course it was Draco Malfoy. It can't be somebody else; somebody who won't be a jackass about the whole thing, nooooo, Couldn't have that. Oh, but who wants a nice normal life, when you can put up with people that want you dead all the time. What fun would that be?

Harry quickly picked himself up off the ground and was preparing, for a nice long fight, one that would end with both of them in detention, of course. But he found himself unable to speak period, when he saw Malfoy, the I-am-the-evil-son-of-a-death-eater-and-would-love-to-see-Harry-Potter-licking-my-boots-before-I-torture-him-evilly-and-then-kill-him, Draco Malfoy, picking up his books.

All Harry could do was stand there, no doubt looking stupid, and move his mouth like a fish. It didn't get any better when, the blonde stepped into him, so close their bodies were just centimeters apart, before whispering,

"Might want to slow down a bit, wouldn't want the golden boy hurt." There was no menace in his voice. Actually it was kind of seductive. Malfoy handed Harry his books making sure their hands brushed against each other, before walking away like nothing ever happened.

Harry was still in shock. He couldn't believe what had happened. This is some joke, he told himself, some evil prank to make the famous Harry Potter afraid.

Afraid? The voice in his head questioned.

Yes afraid . . . just shut up, it works.

If you say so.

I do. And his evil little plot isn't going to work this time. With that he walked to the Gryffindor table and grabbed a stack of toast before running to potions.

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Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Harry mentally banged his head on the desk. Damn Snape, Damn Malfoy, and damn . . . err . . . damn my damn mind that can't damn think of a damn thing to damn. DAMN IT!

"Now that you all have your partners, let's see if you can actually seat yourselves by them, then I will give you the directions for the potion that you will all attempt to brew."

Harry looked over to the blonde. He was sitting two seats in front of Harry on the other side of the room. His hands were resting on his desk, fingers laced. Of course he isn't going to come to me, but that's nothing new. He never does.

Harry bent down and began to place his things into his bag. He was nearly done when a pair of shinny, black, leather shoes appeared. Harry looked up to see a smirking Draco Malfoy. The smirk was different this time though. It was playful, flirty. Malfoy's smirk isn't supposed to be flirty. It's supposed to be mean and evil and . . . well not bloody flirty. What the damn hell?

"I know you're good Potter, but even you need your things for this."

Too much . . . way too much. This is not good, what the bloody hell. First his smirk and now the flirty voice. His voice isn't supposed to be DAMN flirty Maybe he is just trying to be nice and it seems to be flirting because he isn't used to being nice. Yes that's it. It is, he is just bad at being nice.

Who seems flirty when they are trying to be nice?

Shut the hell up, he does alright.

"Move Weasel, you're in my seat."

Damn. Nope not trying to be nice. Harry thought as Draco tipped Ron's chair sending him crashing to the floor.

I told you.

Draco sat down in the now vacant chair and turned to Harry, giving him another flirty smirk. I wonder if he likes me.

I wouldn't mind that better than that awful Chi girl you dated, uck.

You're a bloody girl so of course you didn't like Cho. Why the hell is the voice in my head female anyway.

Remember, the gods forbid your life be normal. Having the voice in your head be male would be too normal. And I am bisexual, thank you very much.

Huff. Now I've forgotten what I was talking about.

Malfoy liking you.

Oh yes. Of course, my enemy would fall in love with me. The gods forbid it be the one person I like. Or, you know, not my enemy. Oh wait, I forgot, that would be normal. Can't have that.