So I'm the editor ofa REALLY great FMA fanfic called

"Cruel Alchemy" by the cruel alchemist.

You should read it. It's VERY Good. Lots of YAOI!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and probably never will . . . yadda yadda . . . blah blah . . . for the love of dear god J.K. please don't sue me . . . bladdy friggin' blah . . . PANCAKES! Did I get your attention? Good. Now read on.

A thanks to the fans:

Virg- thanks for the review! And some answers will be answered in the chapter below!

ReadorDie214- er……thanks…for the review, I think…

Chapter 2: A twist in the plot of life.

Before Harry could do anything Lupin brushed past the blonde's shoulder knocking him a little to the side. The handsome wizard whipped around and faced the retired professor.

"Well hello there young Malfoy!" Lupin said cheerfully. "I'm sorry I bumped into you." he said motioning to the blonde's shoulder.

"Remus Lupin. Werewolf professor. 3rd year. Complete idgit. D.A.D.A. teacher." He smiled lightly. "That was the year they sentenced Buckbeak to death. And YOU got fired because of my father."

"Actually, I resigned from my position so your father COULDN'T have me fired." Lupin said with a laugh. Harry noticed how much deeper and stronger Draco's voice had become.

"I'm real sorry about that Lupin. I was such a stupid git back then." he said sincerely; a smile playing across his face. "But I've changed a lot since then." he said. Harry stood there, shocked. Draco Malfoy had never once been this nice. At least not to that Harry had seen.

But here, now, he seemed so down-to-earth. He was. . .loveable. Harry clasped the chest of his robes as his heart skipped a beat. No. Not now. I've got a mission.

"So Malfoy, have you followed in your father's famed footsteps and become a Death Eater?" Lupin asked outright.

"No." Draco said with a laugh. "After my father went to Azkaban my mother would hear nothing of her only son becoming a Death Eater. How she was able to convince Voldmort is beyond me." He chuckled again. "Some how, I think she raised me right on her own." Remus nodded.

"I think she did a splendid job. You turned out fine to me." Remus paused, thinking. "So where are you headed?" Remus asked.

"Actually, I'm trying to find Harry Potter." Draco said. The way he said Harry's name made Harry's knees buckle in the shadows. Remus gave Draco a questioning look. "I wanted to make up for lost time. All I ever really wanted to be was his friend but I let pride get in my way. And instead drove him away." He laughed slightly. "I'm such and ass."

"Well Draco, he's got a place now. It's just past Diagon Alley in the Green Witch District."

"Really? Hmmm . . . " Draco thought for a second. "Isn't the GWD a gay community? . . .I never figured Harry to be . . .like that . . . " Draco said raising an eyebrow.

"He lives there with Hermione." Remus said, bored.

"You think I could visit him?" Draco asked. That's when Harry saw his chance. Ducking behind a dumpster he pulled off the cloak and sealed it in his pocket. He then strode over to the talking wizards.

"Visit who Remus?" Harry asked. Remus smiled, but his eyes were silently begging for reason. "Uhh... Remus?"

"Yes Harry."

"Fluffy seems to have no bladder control." Harry said pointing.

Remus looked at where Harry was pointing, and sure enough, there was the black dog Sirius peeing on a sleeping bum. "Fluffy!" Remus screamed. "Excuse me lads. Fluffy! Bad dog!" Remus continued after the dog and shooed him away. Harry turned back to Draco.

A laughing Draco shook Harry's hand. "Long time no see Potter." He paused to look Harry up and down. "So, Harry, what have you been up to? Mischief no doubt." As he asked they began walking together.

"Well, at the moment I was just going home. But other than that . . .they sayI'm a prodigy at work." Harry said chuckling.

"You're a prodigy no matter where you go Harry." Draco smiled sweetly. Harry felt his heart jump to his throat and could feel the beating of his heart in his head. "Harry, you're blushing. How cute." Draco said laughing innocently.

"Am not." Harry said arrogantly. "I'm just. . .sun burnt." He lied.

"You of all people should know they have a potion for that." Draco said beaming.

Harry thought briefly about his Sixth year. It had been a horribly boring year. Not a single threat from Voldmort. And Gryffindor won the final Quidditch match. But only after a grueling FIVE hour match against Ravenclaw. Several of the fourth year players had gotten much better over the summer.

But somewhere within those five hours Harry fell off his broom and skidded across grass and sand, shredding his shirt to pieces. It reminded him of a "barely there" shirt; only in shredded pieces. The bad part, he was only a half an hour into the match. In short he had 4 1/2 hours of the match with practically no shirt . . . he could barely move for a week.

That is, until Hermione told him Madame Pomfrey had a special potion for sunburns. Then he felt like a stupid git for having suffered a week when she could have fixed it earlier. Draco had called them "Red, Red, and Hot head" for at least a month following the entire incident. But why would he remember?

"Hmmmmmm . . .I should have Hermione make me some later." Harry stated, but he never once faltered his footing as he easily slid past the ignorant muggles in the crowd.

"Are you two married or something?" Draco asked outright. Harry just laughed.

"No, we're not even dating. We just . . .live together." Draco lowered his head. Is he ashamed? "Don't feel bad, people ask the same thing all the time." Harry exaggerated. "She's dating someone else. Someone I'm close to. So I see them often." Dracolooked up at Harry with a grin. Harry just couldn't help but ask. "Hey, you want to see my house? Maybe see Hermione and her new flame...?" he asked. Will he trust me? Could he?

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