Hello Everyone! This is AubreyElla (Aubrey) and ErynGalen (Jenny) co-writing this fic. Hope ya'll enjoy it! Check out our joint author profile to find links to our other fics. And we love reviews, all our reviewers are rewarded really well.

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Summary: This is a seventh year fic, other than that, you'll just have to wait and see. We are not giving anything away. We want it all to be a surprise. Hehe… I'm evil.

(Aubrey): Hope you all like this, it is going to be a bit weird.

(Jenny): Very weird//is thinking up weird ideas/

(Aubrey): Title is just a working title… I don't like it very much, not very creative. Anyone out there have any ideas?

Ok, here we go…

Weird Misunderstandings

Chapter 1: On the Hogwarts Express

Harry sat in his sitting room watching the television. Actually, he was sitting in front of the television thinking, and waiting for Blaise Zabini to show up. He was thinking about how he got involved with Blaise. It was three days after the last term let out, and he was at the Dursleys.

The last stay with the Dursleys had been hell. Uncle Vernon and Dudley had left Harry with multiple bruises, and a broken arm. He knew he was supposed to stay for at least a week, but he couldn't make it longer than three days. So, he left, took the Night Bus to the Leaky Cauldron and set up house there until his seventeenth birthday. Nobody seemed to miss him. He didn't receive any mail during his stay there. So, he sat in his room at the Leaky Cauldron, alone, on his birthday. There he decided to move into muggle London, and not go back to Hogwarts in the fall for his seventh year. It was a perfect plan, let the whole wizarding world deal with dear old Voldie. Nobody appreciated him anyway. It would have worked too, if he hadn't run into Blaise in a pub.

It was a week after his birthday, and he had found a flat in London. He was sitting at the bar having a pint, when someone sat down next to him. Harry didn't pay any attention until he heard, "Well, if it isn't the boy-who-lived. The mighty Gryffindork, himself."

Harry looked and said, "Zabini, what are you doing here?"

"The same thing you are, drinking."

"Well next one is on me," Harry said. Even if it was the son of a death eater next to him, he was glad to have company. That night they sat there, drinking pint after pint, and opening up to each other. Harry learned that Blaise was in hiding because he didn't want to get the dark mark. Blaise learned that Harry was giving up on the Wizarding world. They talked until the pub closed, and Harry brought him home to continue their conversation. However, once they got there, they were all over each other. It was that night that Harry realized that he was gay.

Harry learned a lot from Blaise. He learned that he liked the pain of tattoos. On one of their many drunken nights, Harry and Blaise had went to get tattoos, Harry got a dragon between his shoulder blades, and Blaise had gotten a fairy on his hipbone. Since then, Harry had gotten a full sleeve tattoo. He had also gotten many facial piercing, his ears were pierced all the way down, and his lip, tongue, and nose were also pierced. Blaise was there for every one of those. He was also present for his nipple piercings, and Prince Albert piercing. Blaise hadn't gone to the extreme that Harry had in the body art department. Though Blaise had gotten his ear, and nose pierced, he hadn't gotten any more tattoos. He had told Harry that he didn't like the pain, but understood that Harry did like, and needed, the pain. He understood that at least Harry was feeling something.

So, here Harry was sitting. Waiting for Blaise, the man who had made him feel wanted. It was Blaise who convinced him to return to school for his seventh year. Blaise, who understood him better than anyone. If Harry had only felt that burning passion for him, he would be perfect.

Just then, Blaise popped into his apartment. He was barely 5'10'' tall and had short dark hair. He also had dark, Italian features, and he held himself with a natural grace that Harry would never be able to learn. He was stunning, Harry knew, and it would be hard for the other boys to keep their hands off. Harry was jealous, Blaise was his boyfriend after all. Harry stood up, looked down at the smaller man and smiled.

Blaise smiled back and said, "I got all your books, and some new school robes because your old ones probably don't fit anymore. I swear that you are at least five inches taller than me. I also got you something to wear to the train tomorrow."

"Thanks. Anyway, I have an appointment with the tattooer to finish my sleeve. You ready?" Harry said as he lit a cigarette.

Blaise looked at Harry's right arm, which was covered in a jungle scene complete with tigers and dragons. He took the cigarette from Harry, took a long drag, exhaled it and said, "Yep, lets go."

They walked to the tattoo parlor, and Harry sat down in the chair. The tattooer, a man named Zach, started on his arm. Harry didn't even flinch. Blaise smiled from a nearby chair, and said, "I saw Weasley and Granger when I was buying our books."

"Good for you," Harry said.

"Well, I overheard part of their conversation. They said something about Dumbledore not letting them contact you. Weasley seemed pissed, Granger seemed to understand why. She reminded Weasley, that Dumbledore seemed to think you needed to find yourself. You shouldn't be mad at them."

Harry sat in the chair, while Zach was coloring in one of the many dragons he had drawn on his arm. He looked at Blaise and said, "I am not going to forgive them that easily."

"Okay, I understand. But tell me, what have you learned about yourself this summer?"

Harry seemed to ponder that question, and said, "Well, I guess I have learned that I am gay. That isn't the most important lesson though, I think I have learned that not all Slytherins are shits." He smiled at Blaise as he said that.

Blaise laughed at that, and said, "Remember that when you see Draco tomorrow. And you had better be nice to him, he is my best friend after all. Anyway, that isn't all you have learned. You have learned that you can't conform to anyone's ideas about you. Just look at you, you're sitting here getting the last part of your tattoo. Also, your hair is long, and you have a really sweet goatee. I wish my facial hair would grow in like that. But that isn't my point. I mean that once you show up for the train tomorrow, jaws are going to drop. It isn't just going be because of the fact that you are gorgeous, it is also going to be because nobody is going to bloody expect this transformation you have gone through this summer. Let me ask you a question, do you think you have changed for the better?"

Harry pondered the question, and replied, "I wouldn't go back to what I was."

Blaise smiled, and said, "Well then next time you see Dumbledore, thank him. Without him, you wouldn't be you. I'll be sure to thank him too."

Just then, Zach, stated he was finished so Harry and Blaise left. They went back to Harry's flat that Blaise had practically moved into, and started to pack. It was well after midnight before they were finished and exhausted. So they went to bed, and the next morning came way too soon.

Harry woke, showered and put the clothes that Blaise got for him. He looked in the mirror and looked at himself. He was wearing black tight fitting trousers, and a black sleeveless top. He threw on a black leather jacket, boots, and belt to finish the assemble. He walked out and told Blaise that it was his turn, and he had better hurry, because they were going to be late. Blaise did so, and were soon waiting to pass through the barrier to get onto platform nine and three quarters. Harry smiled, kissed Blaise, and said, "I'll see you on the train."

Blaise smiled, nodded and walked through the barrier. Harry followed and saw that Blaise had already joined the Slytherins. Harry smiled and winked at him from across the station, went to board the train and find a compartment.

Over with the Slytherins, a certain blond was watching the tall, dark, brooding figure that just walked through the barrier. 'Who the hell is that," he thought. Then he saw him look over and wink at his best friend. "Who the hell is that, Blaise?" he said.

Blaise laughed and said, "Not telling, Drake, you're going to have to figure that on your own. Now lets go find a compartment."

They boarded the train, and went in search of a compartment. The only one not full of first years was the one with Harry in it. Draco strode in and said, "Mind if we share this compartment with you."

Harry looked up, and saw Blaise mouth 'he doesn't recognize you,' behind Draco's back. He smirked and said, "Sure." Blaise and Draco entered, and Blaise sat down next to Harry.

Draco looked at him closely, trying to figure out who this beautiful man in front of him is. "You a transfer?" Draco asked Harry.

"Nope," Harry answered. Then he took off his jacket, and his tattooed arm was exposed. Harry almost lost it when he saw Draco's eyes widen.

"Who the fuck are you then?" Draco demanded.

Harry laughed, and said, "I'll give you a hint. Have a nice summer, Malfoy?" Harry said, and then pointed to Draco's hair and said, "Nice pink streaks by the way." (Squee!)

Draco's eyes widened in shock, it was bloody fucking Potter. Harry said, "I guess you figured it out. I thought my eyes were a dead giveaway, but I guess not."

Just then the compartment burst open and Pansy burst in. "Draco there you are," she said and then she noticed the man in there with them and she turned on the charm. "Who are you? Are you new?"

"Pans, it is fucking Potter," Draco said. Then he smiled when he saw her eyes widen in shock.

Blaise laughed, and said, "Yeah, and you better lay off. He's mine."

Harry, who was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, tried to change the subject and as he lit a cigarette he said, "Anyone know who Head Boy and Girl are?"

Draco smirked, and said, "As if you don't know." Then he saw the look of confusion rush across his face. "It is bloody Granger and the Weasel. I don't know what this school is coming to, it is now being run by the damn Gryffindorks."

Harry laughed and he handed the cigarette to Blaise who puffed on it. He said, "This should be interesting."

Just then the compartment burst open, Hermione stood there and said, "Ten points from Slytherin for smoking on the train."

Draco looked smirked, pointed at Harry and said, "It wasn't us it was him. You should be taking points from your own house."

Hermione spun around and looked at the man smoking. Then she passed out when she realized who it was.

"Fuck," Harry said as he stood up and lifted Hermione into his arms. Blaise moved so Harry could lay her on the seat.

When she woke, she said, "What did you do Harry? When did you start hanging out with the Slytherins?"

"None of your business, Hermione. Now fucking leave," Harry replied.

Hermione looked was about to retort then she noticed that across from her sat Pansy, Blaise, and Malfoy. She was outnumbered so she quietly picked herself up, and with a muttered, "You'll understand soon," she left, fuming.

Harry took a deep breath and turned to look at the Slytherins in the compartment. Blaise went to hug him, and when they were done they sat down. Harry looked at Draco and said, "What's up with the pink hair, Malfoy."

Pansy laughed and said, "He lost a bet." When she saw Draco glare at her, she continued, "Yeah, I bet him that I could sleep with more guys over the summer than he could. I won, so I got to dye his hair pink. I was nice though, it isn't all pink it is only streaked. I know that he secretly likes it. "

Blaise laughed, "That was a stupid bet, Drake. You know Pansy's a whore. Anyway, what else did I miss this summer?"

Pansy looked at Blaise with pretend hurt, but said, "We all decided that the death eaters are pussies and all of us except Millicent refused the dark mark. You are no longer alone Blaisey."

Blaise laughed and said, "Told you so. We'll have to keep an eye on the fat tub of smelly lard; she'll rat on all of us."

Draco smirked, and said, "Two steps ahead of you, Blaise. We have decided to not let her into the Slytherin rooms. Pans here found a spell which will make her break into nasty boils all over her body when she tries to enter."

Blaise laughed and said, "Perfect."

Harry sat back and watched these three talk. He was not looking forward to seeing the rest of the Gryffindors especially if Hermione's reaction was anything to judge. All too soon though the train came to a stop, and everyone started to board the carriages to take them to the castle. Harry went into the castle with the Slytherins, but when he entered the Great Hall for the start of term feast he felt the entire school turn and look at him. 'Seems like Hermione got the word around,' he thought. He muttered a goodbye to his newfound friends and walked toward the Gryffindor table and sat down by himself. Ron got up to join him, and when he sat down, he asked, "Why didn't you contact me? Where have you been all summer? You were supposed to be my best fucking friend, and you abandoned me."

Ron looked at his friend, and said, "Harry it wasn't that easy. Dumbledore refused to let us talk to you." Ron saw that Harry was about to blow up, so he said, "Calm down, Harry. Dumbledore has his reasons."

"Fuck Dumbledore, and his reasons," Harry yelled. Then he got up, walked out of the Great Hall and went outside. He immediately lit a cigarette, and puffed on it. He didn't realize that not only Blaise, but also Draco and Pansy had followed him.

"Give me one of those, Potter," he heard Draco say.

Harry did so and said, "Fuck, I need a drink."

Draco reached into his robes, pulled out a flask and handed it to Harry. Harry took it and with a, "Thanks, Malfoy," he unscrewed the cap and took a long swig. He then turned, handed it back, and said, "You know, you're not so bad."

Draco looked at this beautiful man in front of him. The man who until just recently, he hated, the man who was dating his best friend. He looked at Harry and watched him smoke his cigarette. 'Fuck, shit, fuck, I want him,' he thought. Instead he thought of Blaise, his best friend, who seemed to be head over heals for Potter, and said, "You're not so bad yourself."

They all finished their cigarettes and went back inside. "I'm not going back to the feast," Harry said. Then he continued, "I am going to go wait for Dumbledore so he can tell me exactly why he did this." He walked to Blaise, kissed him on the cheek, and walked toward the Headmaster's office.

Harry stood outside the Headmaster's office waiting. He didn't have to wait long, Dumbledore had obviously left the feast early to find him. After they walked in Harry asked in as calm a voice he could muster, "Why?"

Dumbledore sighed, and after offering Harry a lemon drop, he said, "Well, I wanted you to find yourself. It looks like you did. Because of that I'm glad. I'm also glad that you found new friends."

Harry looked at him, "Yes I did," he said. "What of Voldemort, I was almost certain that you would have me training all summer."

"You mean you haven't been reading the papers?"

TBC

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