AN: The las chapter sucked I know. Oh well Continue.

Chapter 3

Quidditch practice had been a blast. After being banned from Quidditch by Umbrigde the previous year, Harry was more than happy to be flying on a broom again once the ban was abolished, courtesy of Dumbledore of course. Thinking of Dumbledore made Harry scowl. He was certain that he would never trust the Headmaster again. Harry felt rather guilty taking his spot back from Ginny though she insisted it was fine. He had told her she was a good seeker and she blushed. She still hadn't gotten over her crush on him even though she was going out with Dean. This irritated Harry. Maybe he should just come out and say he was gay. Everyday he would either get an anonymous love letter or a giggling girl who would ask him out to Homesgade. He had finally forced his Uncle Vernon to sign it over the summer.

He declined politely and discretely burnt the letters in the fire. A girl had once caught him getting rid of her letter and she burst out in tears and began screaming to her friends that she didn't want to live. Harry sighed. Why did his growth spurt have to be so….good? Over the summer, the once scrawny, gaunt boy had filled out having been able to eat whatever he wanted. His eyes were still it's vibrant green and his hair was as messy as ever. He had acquired a tan and he grew muscles from working out during the summer. After the threat of the Order, his relatives gave him no problem and actually did their best to make up for the years of torture he suffered. He stopped becoming Dudley's punching bag and his Uncle had even went out and bought him his own game system for his room saying that he needed something to do. Harry un-guiltily reveled in the treatment and did his best to milk it out. It actually wasn't a bad summer.

Harry was the last to leave the Quidditch pit. He wanted a few more minutes to fly and he didn't care if he was late for dinner. When it got chilly he reluctantly turned in, storing away his Firebolt, the only thing he had left of his Godfather Sirius. He still hadn't gotten over the animagus's death, still believing it was his fault. Even though everyone told him it wasn't, Harry felt it was because he led them all right into Voldemort's trap. Harry new subconsciously that the final war was coming up and he knew that Lestrange would have hell to pay. Harry had never been vengeful, but he was now.

The Boy Who Lived, showered briefly in the locker room, and changed into his nicely fitting muggle clothes (Petunia had actually taken him shopping. Life was good.) and his Hogwarts robe and walked to the Great Hall.

Harry who found himself spacing out gave a grunt as he ran head on into a body and fell into a heap on the castle floor. "Ow." He said.

"Very smooth Potty. You think with those hideous glasses of yours you would be able to see." Drawled a voice above him and Harry resisted the urge to groan. Of course he had to run into Malfoy.

"I would say sorry, but you're not worthy." Harry said picking himself off the grund and dusting dirt off his robe.

Malfoy sneered. "Right, I forgot. No one can be better than the Golden Boy." Harry felt his anger rise but he forced himself to quell it.

"Is there a reason why you're still here Malfoy?" he asked after he and Malfoy had stared at each other in silence for a full minute. Harry couldn't help but notice Malfoy's platinum hair that was out of it's usual slicked back style. Instead it hung down to the nape of his neck and it looked soft. Malfoy was still taller than him, but only by a few inches and Harry found himself entranced by the misty silver eyes. They were so cold, but yet they were pulsating with life.

"What are you looking at?" Malfoy asked ignoring Harry's previous question. Harry said nothing and Malfoy's eyes were locked with his jade ones. He had noticed Harry'sNO POTTER'Schanges. Harry had become a looker though not as handsome as him. 'Perhaps it's those glasses that refrain him from being so positively fuckable.' Draco thought then shook his head. He did not just think that!

"Did you just say I was fuckable Malfoy?" Potter asked. Oh shit. He did not just say that aloud. "Move the hell out my way Potter." Draco spat and stalked off leaving a confused yet pleased Harry. Malfoy liked him? They hadn't been fighting much. In fact their usual hallway dramatics and harsh insults had simmered down to a few insults here and there and a few threats to knock the other's brains out. Otherwise, they had kept their distance from each other.

'He wants me.' Harry thought. 'I want him.' A devilish grin grew on Harry's usually innocent face. He was going to seduce Malfoy. But how would he get away with it? That was the question.

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"I did not say that. I did not say that. Oh fuck, I said that and Harry heard me." Draco muttered as he stomped back to his room. He had been doing this a lot lately. Wait, POTTER, not Harry. Gosh the Boy Who Lived was going to be the Boy Who Drove Draco Insane.

"I'll just avoid him." Draco said to himself pacing in front of the Circe portrait. "That way, I can get rid of these…fantasies. This is just a phase. Yeah that's right, it's only a phase."

"What's a phase Draco?" asked Pansy who made herself shown and Draco scowled. 'Gosh anything but this.'

"What are doing here Pansy?" Draco snapped and the blonde bitch latched onto his arm.

"I followed you when I saw you leave the Great Hall. I was soooo worried!" she whined and Draco resisted the urge to puke. She disgusted him and didn't get the idea that he wasn't interested in her. So he fucked her once. One time and she thought they were engaged. Gosh, she wouldn't take a clue.

"Get away from me Pansy. I can take care of myself." He snarled and pushed her away. He spat out the password, reminding himself to change the password after Pansy left and stormed in. Pansy tried to enter but Circe closed in front of her glaring at the blonde girl.

Pansy sighed then giggled and twisted smile marring her features. Draco would soon be hers. He just needed a little push. With that she flounced back off to see if Blaise Zamnini would sleep with her.