Anxious Attractions
I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters or related Indica, these belong to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing, Warner Bros. and all rightful owners. I take no claim for any part of Harry Potter, except for the plot of this fanfic. This fanfic is rated M for a reason. It contains SLASH, and terms of a sexual nature, aswell as foul language and possible violence in future chapters. The story is meant in no way to hurt anyones feelings. So basically... If you don't like it, don't read it.
Our plot starts after OoTP, as if HBP doesn't happen, because if it did, this fanfic would make no sense at all -. The first scene, see's Harry, Ron and Hermionie sitting in a carridge on The Hogwarts Express on the way to Hogwarts. Enjoy!
"So...Voldemorts not in your head anymore?" Hermione asked Harry quzzingly, as she helped herself to a Chocolate Frog, from his mountain of sweets.
"No, It's really weird. Ever since the-" Harry stumbled, he didn't want to talk about Sirius, he didn't even want to speak his name, it just made him feel extremely depressed. "the, ummm... last one they just stopped. I suppose it's because he cottoned on that I was finding out his plans, so he found a way to stop the connection happening all the time." Hermione opened her mouth several times to speak, but obviously thought better, as a long, awkward silence erupted through the carridge.
Harry had grown an extreme disliking to awkward silences, ever since Sirus' death. When there was silence, Harrys' mind wandered, towards the always upsetting though of his godfather. "So," said Harry. "Who do you reckon the new Defence teacher'll be?" Ron and Hermione both shrugged.
"Haven't the faintest idea." Ron replied "Anyway, me and Hermione had best patrol the train." Then, Harry was left alone.
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By the time Ron and Hermione had returned, the train was pulling up in Hogsmeade station, they apologised many times to Harry, but he really wasn't concerned about there absence. While they were gone, Harry had decided to pass the time by sleeping. During his rest, Harry had had a disturbing dream, one he kept telling himself he hadn't enjoyed Yet, judging by the wetness in his underwear, it had been most enjoyable.
In his dream, Harry had been taking a shower in the Quidditch changing rooms. When none other than Draco Malfoy burst into the room. Draco instantly grabbed for Harrys' belt, before pushing him to the floor, and tying him to one of the shower pipes. Malfoy then slowly stripped, and played with Harrys' member. 'You didn't enjoy it' Harry kept telling himself, but the shameful truth was that he did.
Harry glanced over to Malfoy who was busy chuckling away at a joke Blaise had just told him. Harry couldn't be in love with Malfoy, they were worst enimies! Harry slapped himself in the face a few times, before getting into one of the carridges with Ron and Hermione.
On the way up, The trio chatted about what the Sorting Hat's son would be this year.
"Most likely another warning," chuckled Ron. "They're all no good really."
Harry was surprised at what the Sorting Hat's song was this year, it was not a warning, or even a summary to the four Hogwarts houses, but it was advice. The sorting hat was telling the students to not hold in thier empotions, confront thos that it concerns, and those who you are closest too. Surely, this coundn't be telling Harry to confront Malfoy about his dreams?
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That night, Harry had the dream again. Ye, as Draco reached to play with his member, his platinum blonde hair turned to a bald head, his pale skin turned to snow-whie scales, and his beautifel blue eyes changed into red slits, then, he let out a sharp cackle. Draco, was Voldemort. Harry sprung awake, drenched in sweat. Draco couldn't be...