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A/N: Hi there loyal fans! I would like to thank my reviewers: Shuuichi Shindou-Uesugi and Black Hawk Raven, your comments are encouraging and much appreciated.
Now if you will all bare with me, I'm still talking things over with my plot bunnies, so the real plot might not start for a few chappies but I might as well entertain you in the long run.
Warnings: Language
Chapter 3: Red-faced weasels and return to Hogwarts
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"WHAT THE FUCK MALFOY…?
Ron was stunned upon seeing Malfoy in the compartment with Harry, and immediately threw himself into the deep end, "Mal-ferret, what the FUCK do you think you're doing in here harassing Harry? Don't you think he's had enough to deal with over the summer, without you sticking your aristocratic arse in his face!" Draco looked rather bored at Weasley's rant, "My aristocratic arse, as you so eloquently put it, has been nowhere near Potter's speccy face,", Draco replied calmly, "I merely sat here, due to the lack of space in other compartments", he glared at Ron, challengingly, of course Ron never knows when to stop the motor on his big mouth, "why aren't you sitting with your Slytherin cronies", Draco's challenging expression was replaced with one laced with disgust, " urgh, if I wanted to watch Crabbe and Parkinson suck face all day, I would purposely sit in their bedroom and watch them, you have no idea how much the thought of them two together repulses me!"
Ron couldn't argue with that so, finally kept his mouth shut and shoved Harry's legs off the seat and sat down next to him (don't worry Harry took care of his little cough problem, I'm not sure how exactly, but it had something to do with rather graphic images of Snape and Dumbledore wearing nothing but a Speedo) leaving Hermione no choice but to sit next to the platinum haired beauty, who shifted as far away from her as was humanly possible.
Harry meanwhile had been viewing the scene with amusement, it never ceased to amuse him, that Ron's face matched his hair when he was angry, once they had all settled down, he returned staring out of the window, sneaking side-long glances at the blonde, hoping he wouldn't notice, Harry could feel something in him contract, not painfully, but filled him with a giddy kind of feeling, this confused him, and he decided now was time for some food, fortunately, the snack trolley woman appeared outside of their compartment.
When everyone had paid for their snacks, they sat down to eat them, Harry and Ron started a conversation about Quidditch, while Hermione read a book entitled: everything you ever wanted to know about Veela, Draco on the other hand chose to remain silent, lost in his thoughts, although he occasionally listened in on the conversation.
Ron was protesting that the Chudley Cannons were the sure thing for winning the world cup this year, whereas Harry cleverly pointed out that they had no chance of winning because their seeker was critically injured, and their reserve had the eyesight of himself without contacts, Draco listened amusedly to this conversation, as Ron started to huff and puff about all the teams other tactics, He felt he must interrupt and give his much valued opinion, "I beg to differ Weasley, Potter's right, the cannons have no chance at even reaching the final at this rate, even if they did have their seeker, they are still an exceptionally poor team", Harry was impressed, 'maybe Draco and I have more in common that I originally thought' he pondered to himself, He was still having trouble keeping his mind off of how gorgeous looked.
Harry zoned out, Draco and Ron's now slightly heated argument, and concentrated his thoughts of how to seduce the blonde, little did he know that the same ponderings were afoot in the head of the blonde sitting opposite him, coming up with no immediate ideas, he resolved to think more about it after the feast.
Hermione thought this a good time to suggest that they all change into their robes, again little dancing Draco appeared as he realised that he would be able to watch Potter get changed. Hermione disappeared down the corridor to change into hers, while Draco, Harry and unfortunately Ron, stayed behind, to change.
Draco glanced at Harry, just as he was lifting his scruffy t-shirt to reveal well toned abs, and a light trail of hair that wandered down into a place that Draco best not think about. Ron noticed Draco staring, and promptly put his finger under Draco's chin and gave a little push up back into place, and turned away from him with a questioning glance.
Harry hadn't noticed, but was eyeing Draco with the same hungry stare that he had been unknowingly subjected to not moments ago, 'mmm his body is so yummy, all those tight muscles, just imagine what they'd look like while he's writhing under you!' thinking about it was making Harry hard again, so he hurriedly pulled his robes on to hide it.
A little while later, the train slowly pulled to a stop at Hogsmeade station, and there was a commotion as all the students hurried to get off the train.
Once off Harry and co started looking for a free carriage, there was the familiar call for the first years from Hagrid, that made Harry smile, he eventually found a free carriage, and they clambered in, then surprisingly did Malfoy, " uhh Malfoy shouldn't you be getting back to your Slytherin friends now?" asked Ron, uncertainly, "nah I don't particularly want to sit by them at the moment, and I figured we already sat together once today why not again, Hermione and Harry seemed to take this well, but Ron still looked far from convinced, but decided not to push it.
Draco sighed in relief that they accepted his pretty poor explanation, the truth was, he really just wanted to be closer to Harry, now that he had seen his body, he felt an uncontrollable need to be close to him, like an undeniable attraction between two magnets, he settled for just staring contentedly at him for the rest of the ride to Hogwarts.
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In the great hall Dumbledore spoke his usual speech, and the sorting commenced without a glitch.
When Zabini, Michael, was sorted into (surprise, surprise) Slytherin, Dumbledore rose from his seat at the high table, drawing the attention of most of the students in the hall, "I have a few beginning of term announcements to make, firstly, welcome to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry to our first years, and to our returning students, welcome back! I would like to remind you all that the forbidden forest isn't called that for no reason and you would all do well to remember that, he looked pointedly at the golden trio, Harry just smirked in reply.
With no other notices to read out, Dumbledore dismissed them and the students dispersed, Draco Malfoy hadn't heard a word of the speech, he had been far more interested in a certain raven haired boy sat at the Gryffindor table with his muggle-loving friends, and was currently devising plans in his head, to seduce the oblivious Gryffindor 'it seems our golden boy has changed a lot this summer, maybe making friends with him wont be so bad after all, no, not bad at all, he looks positively delicious, and he's gonna be mine! Look out Potter, and prepare to be seduced!
Oh yes this is definitely going to be a very interesting year after all'
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Unbeknownst to Draco, Harry was thinking along the same lines as him,as he lay on his giant four-poster in the Gryffindor boys dormitories, although he was too full of food and Ron's snoring was too much of a distraction for him to actually form a coherent thought at the moment, so he decided to leave the plotting later, after all tomorrow was another day.
A/N: I'm soooo sorry about the shortness and lameness of this chapter, I know it wasn't at all that funny or interesting, but there are some things I just needed to get out of the way first.
As always reviews are extremely welcome, you know if you have any ideas, or ways for me to improve, just let me know and I'll consider them.
Cheers me dears
B'bai