Disclaimer: Failed to do this on the first one, stupid me. Okay, I don't own much of anything; These characters, with the exemption of Oliver George, and most of the settings belong to JK Rowling, not me. If it did however, I'd be filthy stinking rich! ahem Oliver George, nice guy, all rights pertaining to him belong to Hannah. In fact, this story is partly written by Hannah, must give her credit; We wrote this together, I just took the liberty of doing all the hard work since I have no life. What a long disclaimer huh? I bet you're still reading...Yep.

Warning: LM/OC SLASH abuse/angst, mature scences wink wink nudge nudge Basically, all that good stuff.

Summary: Who ever knew falling in love would be this complicated? Lucius Malfoy sure didn't. In his 7th year at Hogwarts, he encounters an overwhelming feeling with another student. In many ways, its different, very different. Read to find out why

We do not have a beta, so there are mistakes. Everyones entitled to a few, right?

Most importantly, We hope you enjoy the story as much as we had fun writing it!

JustMaybe There Is A SlightPossibility

Oliver stared at the food in front of him and drooled. Professor Dumbledore had just finished his speech after the new first years had been sorted and Oliver was hungry and bored out of his mind.

"Food..." Sirius murmured next to him.

Like this had been start signal Oliver grabbed the bowls he could reach and filled his plate. Potatoes, French Fries, mushrooms, bacon, steak and salad were waiting of Oliver's mouth.

"Yummy..." he stated and grinned, before stuffing himself.

"Urgh, Olli, that's disgusting!" he heard Lily say and ignored it.

After all the years he was used to her complaints about his eating style. He stuck out his tongue at her and she laughed.

"So, Olli..." James began. "Did you finally found a girlfriend over the summer?"

Oliver coughed and stared at him. Before he could answer him Lily elbowed James.

"James Potter! Will you stop? You know he doesn't like talking about stuff like that!" Oliver blushed.

'Guess why I don't want to talk about it. About girls...'

"Sorry, Olli." James grinned sheepishly. Oliver smiled lightly. "Its okay, James. And no, I haven't found one."

Sirius lay his hand on Oliver's shoulder. "Don't worry, mate." He said with a full mouth.

"You'll find one. I can help you!" Oliver grimaced.

Lucius sat at the Slytherin table, watching countless kids pick on the new first years. For some reason,

his eyes kept wondering over to the Gryffindor table. He was almost in a trance like state, until someone elbowed him, causing him to waste his pumpkin juice on the table.

"Look what you did!" he said, rather loudly, laughter errupting from the table at whoever got scolded. Lucius smirked

"So Malfoy, got any ideas for prank on the Gryffindors?"

'Why should we keep pranking them, when they always seem to get the better of us in the long run.'

"No, not yet. I haven't really thought about it..."

"The way I see it we..."

Lucius toned the conversation out, his gaze finding his way back to the Gryffindor table.

'Is that?...no, It can't be. He looks so much different now...He looks good...what am I saying?...urgh. '

"And...um...err...Malfoy?" someone asked hesitantly.

Lucius turned toward them, noticing all eyes were on him

"What?" he shot.

"I said: How does that sound?"

"Fine." Lucius answered quickly.

'What were they talking about?...I highly doubt it even matters...not as much as Oliver...no no no no no ...I meant not as much as dinner.' He thought, as he finished his dinner.

Oliver rubbed his eyes and leaned back in one of the squishy, burgundy red armchairs that stood in the Gryffindor common room.

"Are you tired?" a low voice asked him and Oliver looked up and met the eyes of Sirius.

He smiled. "Just a little bit." Sirius had been his best friend since he had walked through the gates of Hogwarts and even if he knew that James Potter was closer to Sirius than he could ever be, Oliver was happy.

"Long day, you know." Sirius grinned.

"Yeah, I do." He bend a little closer.

"Hey, did you notice that you could look under Linda Delphi's skirt at the feast?"

"... No, I didn't."

'And I'm not interested in it, either.'

"No? She was sitting at the Ravenclaw table practically in front of you."

Oliver shook his head. "No, sorry."

Sirius sighed dramatically and was about to start one or his tirades about the advantages of colored girl's underwear, when James ran up to them.

"Padfoot!" he whined.

"What? Did Lily tell you off again!"

"Yes..."

Oliver stood up and walked to the open window. The air smelled spicy. It was this kind of smell you can only notice on summer evenings, after the sun has shone down on grass, flowers and water the whole day and their smell lingers in the air. Oliver breathed in deeply. His thoughts began to wander and the image of Lucius came to his mind. He like the way the sunlight played with his hair. He had noticed it in 6th year, during an especially dull lesson of History of Magic, when Lucius had sat in front of him. He had had nothing better to do than to watch the back of his head. His heart beat a bit faster and Oliver slapped himself.

"No, no, no!" he said.

"What are you talking about, Olli?" Sirius wanted to know. His voice came from the sofa, where he was sprawled over.

"Nothing, mate." Oliver murmured.

'Damn! Can't I even be quiet! This way they'll know sooner or later!'

"I'm going to bed, guys." Oliver stated and walked to the stairs that led him up to his dorm.

"Night Olli!" several people said. He waved, shot them a small smile and walked up.

'I can't have a crush on him! This is bad. Very bad. Stupid hormones.'

Lucius groaned "I do not want to hear about that anymore!" he yelled pointing at the potion book in Severus' hand.

"It never hurts to learn a little Malfoy."

"Ha! Do I look like I'm in potions class?" Snape opened his mouth to comment, as Lucius snatched the book out of his hand.

"One more word, one more bloody potion or antidote and I'll throw it in the fire!"

"Okay, okay...give it back" Severus said snatching his book back, stomping over to one of the leather armchairs, burying his nose in the book he rescued.

A group of Slytherin boys, mostly 7th and 6th year, walked into the common room laughing among themselves.

"Oy Malfoy! Where were you?" one asked as the pushed to sit on the sofa.

"I was out chasing birds and frolicking through the flowers..."

The common room fell silent, as Lucius looked around seriously.

"Yeah, us too!" some of the guys replied after a couple of minutes

"I thought so." Lucius said, stifling a laugh.

'Frolicking through the flowers...do they really believe that? Yes, and I bet they think its cool too. Anything I do is cool!'

"Malfoy, spot an particular girl you'd like to get to know this year?" Lucius scoffed

"At the rate he's been going, he knows every girl's mother's mother's maiden name already" They all broke out into laughter.

"Are there even any girls that he hasn't had? Save some for us will ya." They continued to joke around "I guess you just have to move on to guys then" some idiot said, and the laughter stopped abruptly. Lucius glared at the guy "I guess I will then" he said calmly, as the laughter started again.

'I wasn't joking'

"That'll be the day!" "When Lucius Malfoy is with another guy, the world will be ending!" Lucius watched them joke and laugh, but his expression showed that he wasn't amused

"I'm going to bed now." he said standing up

"Why? It's still early!"

"I'm just tired is all" he said walking up the stairs to the boys dorm.