AN: Big shout outs to Granite, one of my most consistent reviewers. Im glad Harry and Hermione patched it up too. Lol. I think every one is really going to enjoy what I do with this book. There is going to be so much stuff in it. This chapter of course has been edited for content also. I am especially excited about describing the school dance. The weird sisters just wont be able to put it down like Harry…

Harry knew she trusted him, the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and waited for any thing he wished to give her. Blind trust.

The train chugged softly into the station, final destination, Hogwarts. New hopes and dreams carried safely on its tracks, year in, and year out. Plus Harry.

Harry and Hermione exited the train, hand in hand. Beyond the fact that Hermione looked slightly flushed, it seemed to be shaping up to be a normal return.

"These fucking horses trip me out." Harry complained as they walked slowly up to the carriages.

"What horses?" Hermione asked, trying to see what Harry was looking at."

"This muther fucker." Harry said as he pressed a finger up against something invisible in front of the carriage. "They just so damn ugly."

"Oh…" Hermione replied, her mind racing to remember what the creatures were. "Thestrals." She whispered.

"The whats?" Harry asked as they entered the carriage for the ride.

"Thestrals Harry." She replied. "Only people who have seen death can see a thestral."

"Oh, is that all?" Harry waved his hand nonchalantly, "Shit, I thought I was going nuts."

Hermione could feel that voice in the back of her head screaming. The sirens in her head warning her about men who know death, but her man could know any thing he wanted.

"I'm sorry." She finally spoke as they neared the castle.

"Why?"

"I'm sorry you can see them."

"It ain't nothing but a thang."

Hermione simply eyed Harry, trying to piece together in her mind the world that he must have come from. "Stop that."

"What?" Harry smirked as he removed his finger from under his nose.

"You know what." Hermione scowled, as Neville and a second year were both stifling giggles at the pair.

"Ok." Harry grinned lopsidedly before placing his hands in his lap, finding himself very interested in the way her eyebrows arched when she was scolding someone.

"I have to lead every one in, and then after the feast I have to take the new students up to our house." Hermione explained as she gave Harry a peck on the cheek, quickly moving up to the front of the line to stand with the rest of the Prefects.

Harry was the last to enter the great hall, his disability preventing him from being able to push and shove with the rest of the crowd. Neville had decided to stay back, and hang out near Harry.

"I'm hungry." Harry growled as he fidgeted in his seat.

"Me too." Neville whispered as McGonagall called for silence, the sorting hat beginning to sort students.

Several new students had been placed in Gryffindor, but Harry could barely see them as he sat at the far end. He could see Hermione welcoming the new students, her bushy hair bobbing over the crowd of heads.

Dumbledore stood and spoke some words. He said something about a great something or other coming soon. Harry didn't give a shit; he was just waiting for the feast to start.

"Tuck in!"

Harry immediately stood, having waited patiently for every one to get their chance to speak. He motioned for Neville to follow him as they began to walk towards the head of the table.

"Where are we going Harry?"

"To sit with my girlfriend." He replied, his blood boiling as he realized Ron was sitting next to her.

Neville felt nervous, unsure of what sort of volatile situation Harry's actions could create.

Hermione was staring at her plate, trying to eat as Ron kept trying to bother her. "Come on Hermione. Why won't you speak to me?"

"Because she got's a man." Harry answered for her as he leaned in between the two. "Scoot down. I need room for two."

Ron seethed, slamming his silver wear onto the table. He pulled himself to a standing position, his face inches from Harry.

"You got something Weasley?" Harry smiled. "Touch me. Do it." He prodded, his mind zeroing in on a desire to cause as much mayhem as possible.

"You want me to?" Ron stalled, his previous courage faltering as he realized Neville was standing right behind Harry, while Dumbledore and Snape were also both standing.

You could have heard a pin drop.

"Harry. Please. I can move down to where you are sitting if you would like." Hermione pleaded softly as she reached out to touch his hand.

"Scoot." Harry reiterated as he motioned for Neville to squeeze in to the spot where Ron was before. "Ron just volunteered to move." He replied, turning to Hermione, giving her a lopsided grin. "I can't be having people thinking I'm just gonna let ma girl run loose with this fuck." He spat as he jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Ron.

"Pussy." Ron growled before walking to the end of table, muttering profanities as he went.

"I'm sorry." Hermione apologized; worried she had offended Harry by not eating with him.

"Shit. I fixed the problem didn't I? Don't tell me sorry girl." He smiled before planting a kiss on her lips. "Just do yo prefect duty, and let me be me."

Hermione let a small giggle escape her lips as Harry gave her a shrewd look. He had changed to introducing him self to all the new students.

Neville felt uncomfortable, he knew the people around him were staring at him. "May be I should go find a different seat." He began as someone tossed a small amount of mashed potatoes at him.

"You get one shot to make these fucks straighten up girl. Do yo prefect thing." Harry spoke, his eyes burning with malice as he turned to the people near Neville. "Learn em good, but if they don't, I will learn em."

"For your safety, please, for the love of Merlin leave Neville alone. I can't be with him all the time." She spoke slowly, fear in her eyes as she pleaded with the students who had all sobered up immediately.

"Harry… Why are you helping me?" Neville whispered as he poked at his food with his fork.

"Cuz you my boy Neville. Like you said, we like best friends." Harry grinned as he patted Neville on the back. "I got yo back, cuz you ain't like these fucks." He motioned at the rest of the table.

"Thanks Harry."

Hermione walked slowly with the students back to Gryffindor tower, letting Harry set the pace. She felt ashamed that she had jilted him so quickly, over her duties. "I didn't mean…" She had begun, but Harry silenced her by placing a finger on her lip.

"We can talk about it later. Let's get these homies settled in."

"Ok Harry." Hermione giggled before turning back to the gaggle of students. "The password is… you'll like this Harry…. Keep it gangsta." Hermione giggled softly as Harry grinned.

"Awesome. Keep it Gangsta!" Harry turned to the portrait, which immediately swung open with a distasteful look on its face. "Get on!" Harry yelled as he pointed inside, "Get."

"Harry!" Hermione yelped playfully as he pinned her up against the wall, the last of the students having entered the common room.

"So you got the password for my room?" He grinned mischievously as he ran a finger down her cheek.

"Of course. Let me finish with the students. Ok?" Hermione smiled, running her fingers through his hair.

"All right."

"Keep in gangsta." Hermione giggled as she entered the common room, Harry a step behind her.

It felt like forever as Hermione explained all the rules and regulations. She was thoroughly surprised by how well every one was listening to her. She hadn't noticed Harry standing behind her with his sleeves rolled up and a murderous expression on his face.

"Now?" Harry asked as he gripped the head of his cane with both hands.

"You look like a little kid waiting to be taken to a candy store…" She laughed as Harry grinned at her.

"I am."

Neville watched his new friend leave with Hermione. He had a good idea of where they were off to, and he hoped they enjoyed them selves. "I wonder if I could be like Harry." He thought as he removed his robe. "Just like Harry."

"Nice shirt." Pavarti Patil whispered as she walked past Neville, a small twinkle in her eyes.

"Yea." Padma concurred. "I love Bob Marley."

"May be this year won't be so bad after all." He grinned as he walked up the stairs to his dorm room.

Harry enjoyed the perks of having a lone dorm. The password was "self-control" which brought out giggles from even Hermione. "Nice password." Harry laughed as he ran his fingertips up and down her back.

"Harry." She groaned his name. "I was so worried I had lost you."

"I was mad at you." He replied, watching as her eyes fell to the floor. "When you didn't call me, or do that owl thing, I thought you had really just dropped me."

"I couldn't!" Her eyes whipped up to meet his. "I was…"

"Locked down. I know."

"How…?"

"I saw your parents at a restaurant."

Her mouth made the most beautiful O as she looked back down at the floor. "I'm sorry."

"I understand a lot better now. I know I freak you out, I would any one. That's what us thugs be bout." Harry grinned as he placed a hand under her chin, drawing her face back up to meet his. "I would show you in love or blood what you mean to me."

"I would do the same for you. I'm sorry about earlier. I was just so happy to be back in school, I shouldn't have left you to fend for yourself at the great hall."

"You worked hard to get where you are." He assured her as he snaked his arm around her, the weight of his appendage drawing her near.

"My parents wouldn't pay for my school. Professor Dumbledore found me a grant or some such, something about me being a very important witch." She laughed lightly. "I have never read about grants for this school. I think Professor Dumbledore paid for it."

"You are a very important witch." Harry concurred as he began to slowly plant kisses on her forehead, allowing her to still speak. "I'll have to thank him."

"Harry?"

"Mmm?"

"I love you."

"Good. Because I figure I love you too."

Hermione wasn't sure when Harry had found the clasps for her bra, or how he had snaked her body out of it so fast, but it was the first piece of clothing to find it's way to the floor.

"That was fast." She breathed into his mouth as he simply grinned, their teeth clicking together gently. "You have hands like a snake."

Harry loved buttons. Buttons on shirts. Buttons on pants. Buttons on hats. Any sort of button simply fascinated Harry, and he was spending an inordinate amount of time individually giving attention to each button on Hermione's cloak.

A groan of frustration escaped from Hermione's lips as she began to unbutton her own cloak from the bottom up.

"Not fast enough for you?" Harry grinned cheekily.

"You're teasing."

"Never tease. Just. Savoring."

"Do you… appreciate me?" Hermione questioned, her mind flooded with thoughts she was too afraid to ask.

"What do you mean? Of course I do… I mean, you want me to right?"

"I mean." Hermione began as she shrugged out of her cloak, tossing it somewhere near her bra. "Am I… worth it? I mean, you sell this for people…. What we are doing…. Am I worth your time? I know you could have so many other girls."

"There isn't another girl in the world I would do for, what I do for you." Harry spoke. "You the only girl I ever wondered how she tasted. Every thing is perfect fo' me."

Hermione felt the tips of her ears burning, still wondering why he would want her. "I believe you. I still don't know why."

"I'll think about it. Then I'll holler at you with a better answer."

"Ok." Hermione perked a bit as Harry slipped two fingers between the buttons on her shirt and deftly stroked down ward, each button popping open at his touch.

"Much better?"

"Yes it is."

Sex sex sex… you know the drill….

The next morning woke Harry with a crick in his neck and his left arm asleep. "Shit."

"Hmm?" Hermione voiced, her sleep interrupted by Harry's fidgeting.

"My arm is asleep." He informed her, as he ran his free hand up and down his neck. "My neck is killing me too."

"OH NO!" Hermione squealed as she sat up, scrambling to grab her clothes.

"It ain't that bad." Harry grinned, "I'll be fine."
"No! That's not it!" Hermione was speaking in quick gibbers as she struggled to put the straps on her bra back together, Harry having disassembled it last night. "I didn't show in my dorm last night, and every one will be in the great hall in five minutes!"

"Oh well." Harry shrugged as he too stood, "Give me that." Harry grinned as he took the bra from her, and in moments it was reassembled to fit almost perfectly.

"How did you…?" She began, but decided she didn't want to know.

As Harry bent over to collect his shirt, he noticed Hermione's face looking quite queasy. "You ok girl?"

"Bathroom?"

The moment Harry pointed towards his bathroom, she sprinted for it, the sounds of her being sick echoing out of the room.

"Damn…. Girl must be nervous!" Harry shook his head as he hobbled into the bathroom. "You ain't ok."

Harry knelt down beside her as she emptied what little contents were left in her stomach; using his right hand he made circles in her back. "You gotta relax girl. Every thing is fine. No one will say shit."

"I don't know what is wrong with me." She coughed as Harry stood. "I've been feeling sick for the past few days, but this is the first time I have thrown up."

"It's all good. You'll be all right." Harry smiled at her as he conjured up a small cup of water, pressing the cup to her lips, he let her drink the luke warm water at her own pace.

"Thank you. I'm sorry if I grossed you out."

"Heh. Ain't nothing you can do that would gross me out. It's not like girls burp or something."

"Harry…"

"I'm just kidding girl. You know I love you."

When Harry and Hermione entered the great hall, it felt like every eye was on them. The stares from the tables made it painfully obvious that word had gotten around quickly.

Harry grinned cheekily at Neville as he guided Hermione to her seat. "Pass the toast Nev."

"Sure!" Neville grinned as he reached down the table, intertwining his fingers with the handle to the toast basket. "Want some butter?"

"Na. It's for 'Mione. Butter will upset her stomach even more."

"You sick Hermione?" Neville inquired, his voice laced with genuine concern.

"A little bit. Just nerves." She replied, forcing a smile as she felt her stomach flip flop.

"Here. Make sure you eat the crust, it will help soak up all the acid and shit." Harry explained as he cut the toast up into small bites. "Eat a whole piece, cuz if you don't, the acid will eat up yo throat and shit."

"Where did you learn all this?" Hermione questioned between bite-sized pieces of bread.

"It takes mo' then a strong back hand to… well… I learned it from Silver and the girls." Harry explained, as he fumbled over his words.

"I guess you have had to help more then one puking girl in your time huh?" She inquired, her tone and face neutral.

"You could say that." Harry confirmed.

If Hermione was bothered by that insight into his life, she didn't show it, as she simply continued to chew on the bread.

"You missed it Harry." Neville breathed between bites of sausage and egg. "There is this thing, called a Tri-Wizard tournament."

"That does?"

"That does what?" Neville looked up confused for a moment before laughing. "No, I mean. This tournament is going to be some sort of huge school gathering thing. It's for seventh years only, but since we are sixth years, we can't enter."

"Heh. I don't think I would enter any ways, I don't walk so good."

"Oh yea… Well, I bet it will be really interesting to see what happens! There is even rumors that someone will have to fight a dragon!"

"That's silly, they won't have dragons on the school ground Neville." Hermione huffed.

Neville simply shrugged in reply before returning to his meal.

"Who knows girl, if they let me on the school grounds, they may just let a dragon too!" Harry laughed, as he rubbed circles into Hermione's back, receiving rolled eyes for his trouble.

"OH YEA! I almost forgot! There will be a school dance too!" Neville grinned before his face fell a bit.

"What's a matter?" Harry asked, noticing Neville didn't look as excited about the dance.

"Just… you know… I'm not so popular. I don't think I will be able to find a date." Neville spoke as he stabbed at a crispy bit of bacon with his fingertip.

"Shit. I'll get you an escort, if we don't find you one by then." Harry grinned. "If we can't find a bitch fo' yo' ass in school, we'll get you two out o' school."

"Thanks Harry." Neville perked up a bit. "May be I can get one of those girls from France that are supposed to show up at dinner tonight." He laughed.

"Frenchies huh?"

"Harry, that is rude to call them that." Hermione chastised him, a small curl playing at the edge of her lip.

"Sorry girl, I ain't used to all this high society shit." Harry grinned as he pressed his index finger softly against her lip. "I see that smile though."

"No you don't."

"Yea I do."

McGonagall scowled furiously as she handed Harry his schedule. Her eyes burning into him like red-hot skewers. Her face softened considerably when she laid eyes upon Hermione, but her mouth was still pursed in a thin line.

"Something wrong?" Harry smiled cheekily at his head of house.

"Very. I wish to speak to Ms. Granger after breakfast." McGonagall replied blandly.

Hermione simply remained silent, her cheeks tinged a shade of green as she chewed slowly on her last bite of bread.

After they had finished eating, Hermione and Harry parted with a chaste kiss, much to the chagrin of Harry. "Aw, that all?" He could be heard whining as Hermione walked towards her meeting with McGonagall.

"What do we have first Nev?" Harry asked as he looked down at his schedule.

"I have defense against the dark arts."

"Me too."

"Damn, I know dis bitch." Harry whispered as he sat in the back of the room.

"You do?" Neville whispered back, as both of them stared at the bubblegum pink haired witch at the head of the class.

"She's a cop." Harry explained as he pulled his defense book out of his pocket.

What isssss a cop?

"You don't know what a cop is Nev?" Harry laughed.

"What? Yea I do, I didn't say any thing." Neville looked up from his book incredulously.

"Then who asked what a cop was?" Harry asked as he twisted in his seat to look behind him, not seeing any thing but a glass tank. "I must be going nuts."

"Guess so." Neville laughed as Tonks began taking roll.

The class consisted of basic first day of class banter. Tonks would call each student up, and have them cast a few spells or deflect something she cast at them. Simple and boring, until she called on Harry.

"Mr. Potter." Tonks read off of her clipboard, "To the front please."

"Word." Harry stood, shook a bit and patted Neville on the back. "Save my seat dawg." Within moments he was standing at the head of the class.

"I want you to cast a spell at the target I will summon for you. What spell would you use if you were being accosted by a dark wizard?"

"I have no fucking idea what accosted means, but if you want me to bust a cap, im fin' to lay down." Harry spoke, his wand twirling lazily between his fingers.

"Right. Get on with it then." Tonks simply stared at Harry, as she flicked her wand, causing a large bulls eye to appear next to the wall. "Any jinx or charm you like."

Harry seemed to concentrate for a moment before raising his wand up. His arm extended and locked, a slight twist in the wrist he began to breath slowly and deliberately.

"Any time now Potter."

"Wait a minute broad. I'm concentrating."

"Excuse…?"

The silence of the classroom was shattered as a multitude of light began to erupt from the end of Harry's wand. Tiny red flecks of energy burst from the tip in quick succession, a deafening report accompanying each round as he punched a rather large group of holes into the target.

"What spell is this?" Tonks demanded as she racked her mind for any idea of Unforgiveable-ness within his casting.

"Reducto… Sorta… See, they be teaching us to make this big ass wasteful muther fuckin blast a' energy. I saw ma girl reading about dis shit, and so I just sorta figured out how ta do it. I been waiting to try dis shit." Harry grinned as he blew on the tip of his wand sharply.

"You could kill someone with that!" She shrieked as her entire body trembled with rage.

"You told me to treat the target like a dark wizard!" Harry screamed back, his face dangerously close to hers. "What you want? I aint gonna tickle a mutha fucka who be tryin to bust a cap in ma' ass!"

"What makes you any different from the dark wizard when you kill? Huh?" Tonks spat as she clenched her clipboard between her white knuckles.

"Alive!" Harry screamed back, his wand spitting green sparks as it reacted to his anger. "Alive is what I would be bitch! I aint goin down, without takin down!"

"Out! Get out of my class!" Tonks bellowed, her face turning bright red as her hair shifted into a fiery orange. "Get the hell out of here you animal!"

"Obviously, I don't need yo' class!" Harry laughed angrily as he walked to the back of the room to collect his book. "Fuck dis shit, and fuck yo' ass, pig!"

Harry slammed the door just as a rather vicious genital warts spell crashed into it, originating from Tonk's wand. "Good riddens!" She spat before turning back to the class, her chest heaving as she pointed at Neville. "LongBottom! Get the hell up here and cast a fucking spell!"

Harry walked down the hall till he reached the stair well where he eventually decided to check his schedule. "Double Potions." He thought aloud as he read the slip of paper.

"That is not for another hour Potter, I would really like to enjoy my time away from your inept experiments." Snape drawled as he stepped up next to Harry.

"I left class early, bitch couldn't teach me nothing."

"I doubt that." Snape replied evenly.

"I'm here ain't I?"

"I don't doubt that you left class. I do doubt you know everything." Snape stated with a very frustrated look on his face.

"Oh. Well, where you headed?"

"To see Dumbledore, Ms. Granger is there now."

"Aw shit." Harry growled as he ran a hand through his hair.

"My sentiments exactly Potter. Why are you worried?" Snape inquired.

"She in trouble because of me ain't she?" Harry asked, his eyes filled with worry.

"I don't know actually. I was asked to report to the office for an important discussion. She may not even be in trouble."

"Awwww man, thank god." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, well… I'll see you in an hour Potter. Don't be late." Snape drawled before stepping onto one of the rotating stairwells, his form quickly disappearing as he began the ascent to the headmaster's office.

Harry decided to explore the castle since he had taken it upon himself to take a break on the first day of school. He decided quickly he would explore the dungeons, as he didn't want to run into his head of house.

It didn't take long for Harry to find his way to his destination, the entrance to the Slytherin's common room. "Let me in." Harry commanded as he pointed a finger at the painting.

"Password?"

"Grease?"

"No… Why do you want in here any ways Gryffindor?" The painting spat as Harry realized it wasn't a picture of a Troll but a very large and ugly man.

"I don't know. I guess it's just something I'm not supposed to do. If I'm gonna be in trouble, might as well do it right. Feel me?"

Before the painting could reply, another voice rang out from behind Harry. "My sentiments exactly." The blonde haired boy laughed.

"See?" Harry turned back to the painting, his finger pointing at the boy. "So who are you?"

"Draco Malfoy." The boy spoke regally as he extended his hand to Harry. "You are Harry Potter, an honor, I assure you."

"Heh… Right… You don't look like it's an honor." Harry laughed as he shook hands with the boy.

"Well of course I don't like you." Draco shrugged before speaking the password for the portrait. "Shall we?"

"Certainly." Harry grinned as they walked into the common room of the Slytherins.

"So why you hatin?" Harry inquired as he took in the sights before him. The Slytherin common room looked more like a gothic sex castle, and less a room for concentration. The chairs and couches were all leather, the carpet a deep red and the walls black with green snake like patterns rising up from the floor.

"Approve?" Draco asked as he plopped down on one of the couches, a rather loud noise pressing its self out from between the cushions. "I don't like you because you are the poster boy for goody goody Gryffindor…"

"You playin right?"

"Well, you were supposed to be. I was raised to hate you… Then you never show up, and when I finally meet you… you are… well… you?" Draco explained as his hands formed designs in the air subconsciously, his body attempting to convey the feelings his mouth could not.

"So… I was supposed to be some one else?" Harry asked.

"Of course. You're the mighty Harry Potter, destroyer of the dark lord and purveyor of the light…" Draco gesticulated. "Then you show up, and your Potter the Pimp, purveyor of pornography."

"I don't sell porn, ass hat!" Harry yelped.

"No offense intended of course." Draco smiled cheekily.

"So why you bugged?"

"Well, I can't beat you up, or pick on you… You just aren't… normal enough… No one even thinks you deserve to be in Gryffindor, every one knows you should be Slytherin, you just went to that house to be with the mud blood."

"What's a mud blood?"

"Non full blooded magick peoples. Hermione." Draco explained casually.

"I'm mud blood… right?" Harry asked, his face etched in confusion as he leaned back in the seat across from Draco.

"Yes… Sort of, but you defeated You-Know-Who, so it would be in my better judgment not to refer to you as such."

"Got ya, so it's an insult?" Harry inquired, and then continued as Draco nodded. "It sucks, if you gonna talk shit about my girl, at least talk shit fo' reals. Mud blood is kid shit."

"I know. That's why I hate you. There isn't any thing I can do to you. I was raised to hate you, and now that you are here. I can't." Draco sighed as he pulled at the stitching that held the leather together.

"Well, if we work together, I'm sure we can find a reason for you to not like me." Harry grinned as he stood. "I have to be in Potions now."

"Me too." Draco replied as he to stood. "I ditched divination this morning."

"Defense against the dark arts for me." Harry laughed.

"Lets go."

"Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy." Snape acknowledged them as they entered, "Find your seats."

"I'm gonna kick it with ma girl." Harry grinned as he patted Draco on the back. "Holler at me some other time, may be we can duel or something."

"I would love to." Draco smiled as he made his way to the front of the class.

"Hey girl." Harry whispered as he sat next to Hermione. "Every thing ok?" He inquired as she looked at him. It was obvious she had been crying, her eyes red and puffy.

"Of course. We have class." She spoke, phlegm muffling her words as she tried to clear her throat. "Class." She repeated before turning to her notes.

Harry spent the rest of the period staring more at Hermione then Snape. Concerned over her behavior, Harry obviously paid no attention to the lecture, but Snape seemed to have either not noticed, or over looked it, as he never called on Harry during the class.

Eventually the class was dismissed and Harry pulled Hermione to the side. "What's a matter?" He spoke as softly as he could, unnerved by Hermione's inability to look him in the eye.

"Nothing." She whimpered before collapsing into his arms, sobbing.

"Obviously something." Harry spoke as he stroked her hair.

"Obviously Potter." Snape spat as he walked past them, slamming his door with a flick of his wand. "Display your affection some where else." He growled over his shoulder. "Lunch is now."

"Come on love. We got lunch. Girl gotta eat." Harry grinned at her as Hermione sniffled violently.

"I… I don't think I'm hungry." She whined as Harry pivoted to her side, his left arm wrapped around her torso.

"Then eat fo' me." Harry smiled as he began to pace her towards the Great Hall. "Let's get dem eyes dried by the time we get there, then we can talk tonight. A'ight?" Harry commanded in a soft voice that left no room for argument.

"Fine." Hermione replied, her voice muffled as she wiped her face with the sleeve of her robe. "I guess I do have to eat for someone."