CHAPTER 3

I rush down the stairs, eager to greet my best friend. Uncle Vernon is standing in front of Aunt Petunia and Dudley, shielding them. I look across to the fire and see Ron's long gangly leg's climbing out. I go over to give him a hand.

"Thanks mate," Ron says as he climbs out. "You really need a bigger fireplace,"

I laugh. "How've you been?"

"Alright I guess. Bit boring though." He shrugs.

I tell him to wait there while I get my trunk. I run up the stairs and into my room. I heave the trunk up and grab Hedwig's cage in the other arm. I quickly learn that it's almost impossible to make it down the stairs. I take a deep breath and push my trunk down with my foot. It clangs loudly all the way down, stopping at the foot of the stairs leaving a huge dent in the wood tiles.

"What the…" I hear Dudley say.

I go down after it.

My uncle is turning red. "Now see here boy. I'll …"

"RUN," Ron yells.

I hurry and grab the trunk and push it into the fire with Ron. He yells 'The Burrow' and he's gone. Now it's just my family and me.

" Don't you dare" My uncle says with his eyes narrowed.

I run and yell "The Burrow" just as my uncle runs to grab a hold of me. I feel the familiar lurch in my navel and watch my Uncle disappear.

I hear laughing coming from in front of me. A hand reaches out to help me to my feet (When did I fall?) and I take it gratefully.

"Thanks," I say to Fred.

"So Harry, What's up in the fabulous world of Potter?" George asks.

I grin. "Nothing much. Pretty boring,"

I look around the house, taking everything in. I see Mrs. Weasley's infamous clock. The one that tells you where all of the Weasley's are at all times. I also see the dishes cleaning themselves and putting themselves away. But what I see next that I think I've missed the most about The Burrow is Mrs. Weasley. She had always been there for me, like a surrogate mother. She was standing in the doorway of the kitchen looking at me solemnly.

"Oh Harry! It's just so good to see you again. How are you dear?" she asks as she rushes over to envelope me in a hug.

"I'm good," I say, my voice muffled. She quickly realized she was choking me and let go.

Ron grins and motions for me to follow him upstairs. I grab my trunk and drag it up the flights of stairs. I pant when we finally reach the top, where Ron's room is.

When he opens the door I hear a gasp and stumble backward as I'm hugged yet again struggling for breath. Bushy brown hair is covering my face. I realize that it is Hermione.

"Oh Harry. It's so wonderful to see you. Have the muggles been treating you terribly? I'm sorry we didn't come and get you sooner. Are you terribly mad? I hope not I mean we would've…"

I stopped her. "Hermione! It's great to see you too. No the muggles have been decent. It's fine that you guys couldn't get me sooner. And lastly, no I'm not mad," I say grinning slightly.

Hermione hugged me lightly one more time before sitting back on the bed. Ron walked over and sat next to her, entwining their fingers. I smile.

"So how've you two been?" I ask politely.

Hermione smiles. "Wonderful. Summer's been great so far. We've gone to the beach and also gone out to the mountains. It's been splendid."

I'm happy for them, really I am. But I wish I could have the love that they have.

For the next hour we talk quietly in Ron's room. I accidentally fail to mention my secret writer. I don't want to tell them. I already know what their reactions would be; Ron would say to owl Dumbledore and ask him if he should continue writing and Hermione would worry with panic and perform all sorts of spells to see if the letter contained any dark magic. I didn't feel like going through all that with them.

Later that evening we heard Mrs. Weasley call up the stairs for dinner. We rushed down to the table. Sitting around the table was Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley. All of us took our respected seats.

"How've you been Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked me.

"Fine," I mumbled.

"Yes Harry, how've you been?" Fred asked.

"Keeping out of trouble?" George asked.

"Of course not, George. What are you talking about? Harry Potter, staying out of trouble? Are you mad?"

"You really are right. The idea of it is ludicrous,"

I grin at the two. "Shut up,"

The rest of the dinner was eaten pretty much silently, with just the occasional small talk.

After dinner Ron, Hermione, the twins, Ginny, and me went into the living room while Mr. And Mrs. Weasley went to bed.

"I'm bored," Ginny whined. She had grown into quite the young woman over the summer. Her hair was still its shocking red color but it had grown down to the middle of her back. Her features were womanlier than they had been and her bright blue eyes gave you the feeling that she knew a lot more than she let on. She had also filled out quite nicely, if you know what I'm saying. Overall she had turned very attractive lately.

"Me too," Ron said.

"I know. Let's play a game," Hermione suggested.

"What game?" I asked.

We all thought for a minute.

"Truth!" Fred shouted out.

We all murmured in agreement.

"Okay so the rules are simple. You ask a person any question you want and they have to answer truthfully. That's it." George explained. "Oh, and you have to cast a truth spell on yourself so we know you're not cheating,"

I got my wand out of my back pocket and muttered the spell.

"Okay, so who wants to start?"

Ginny raised her hand eagerly.

"Yay! So I'm going to ask…Harry,"

I groaned.

"Don't worry, I'll make the first question easy. If he wasn't your best friend, would you ever consider going out with Ron?"

I gulped. I already knew the answer though.

"Sorry mate," I said to Ron. "No I wouldn't. He's not my type. And besides, he's straight and I would respect that,"

Ron blushed slightly.

" So, what is your type Harry?" Ginny asks smirking. I pretend I don't hear her.

"So it's my turn isn't it? Um… Hermione. Have you and Ron had any," I paused for the dramatic affect. "Sexual experiences together?"

She blushed furiously. "Harry James Potter you are so cruel. I will get you back for that… No, we haven't,"

Harry and the twins laughed out loud.

"Shut up," said Ron also blushing.

"Fred, I've heard all the rumors. Is it true that you now have a girlfriend?"

Fred didn't even blush. "Yes,"

They all cheered. "Who?"

"Angelina,"

It was bound to happen. Ever since last year they had been flirting with each other constantly.

It wasn't until about forty-five minutes later that things really started to get intense.

It was my turn again. Hermione was the questionnaire.

"I will get you back for that other question Harry. Hm…," I saw the look in her eyes and it was pure evil. "So Harry, Who is the person, and when I say person I mean bloke, that you most want to shag in Hogwarts?"

Shit! I mentally swore. I shook my head but the spell was kicking in. I had to say the truth.

"Um…I…uh" I stuttered like an idiot.

"Oh come on, I'm sure it's not that bad," Ron said.

They didn't know the half of it. I tried to stall but the spell kicked in and made me blurt out the answer.

"Draco Malfoy!" I clasped my hands over my mouth, a look of shock on my face. The whole room was silent. Ron had a look of fury on his face. Ginny look dumbstruck. Fred and George just stared at me with blank expressions. And Hermione had a look of triumph.

"WHAT!" Ron suddenly blurted out. He stood up.

"What the fuck is wrong with you. He is our worst enemy and you want to SHAG the bloody bastard?"

I grimaced. " I know, I know. I'm sorry, I can't help it if he's really hot…" I stopped, realizing what I just said wasn't making the situation any better. Damned stupid spell. Ron looked livid.

"Ron, I'm sorry. But you have to understand that he really is quite attractive. I mean with his gorgeous platinum hair and his intense silver eyes and…" URG damn it all to hell! " I mean come on Ron I can't help it," I say pleadingly.

Ron hesitated before nodding reluctantly. He sat back down still looking a bit angered.

"Well…if you all don't mind I'll be going to bed now," I said awkwardly. I walked slowly up the stairs to Percy's old bedroom, which was now the guest room. I sat on my bed. I couldn't believe that I actually told them that. I knew how Ron would react when he found out. I couldn't help it. Draco Malfoy really was very hot. With his eye length platinum hair, milk white skin, and beautiful mercury eyes…I stopped myself from finishing that thought. He was still my worst enemy, gorgeous or not. And also still a downright prick.

Just when I was almost asleep Amity came soaring in the open window. I climbed out of bed quickly and quietly to get the letter.

I untied it and let Amity sleep in Hedwig's cage since she was out hunting. I undid the tie around the letter:

Harry,

I was actually quite surprised that you didn't burn the letter when I told you I was in Slytherin. Although I'm quite glad that you didn't. I'm also glad that you are bisexual or else there would be no reason for me to continue writing you. Have you been having fun at Ron Weasley's house? I hope so. Even though I really do not like him I know he is your friend and I'm sure a good one at that. To answer your question, yes we do have some classes together. We have Potions, DADA, and Care of Magical Creatures. Our OWL's should be coming sometime this week so I am quite excited. I can't wait to find out what I got.

Yes, I do really live in a manor. My family is quite rich. Although I do brag about it I would like to apologize because I now know that it's wrong and not the most important thing in life. All that money is how I support my shopping hobby though so it is quite high on my list of my important things in life.

As for what you can call me…I honestly can't give you my real name. You would stop my letters immediately. I shall have to think of a nickname. How about Dragon? Good? Good enough. Harry, at the end of the summer if you really do want me to tell you my name I will…but only if you make me one promise. You have to promise that you won't judge me on who I've been before. Promise me that you won't hate me just because of what I've done to you in the past. And only then will I tell you.

I must be off, my family is having a big birthday bash for my father and I have to be there. It's going to be tremendously boring. Lots of old people and politics.

-Dragon

I reread the letter several times. I wondered who it could be. I mentally named off all the Slytherins in my classes; Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, Nott, Rodney, Winston, and Reeve were the only boys. I hoped to Merlin that it wasn't Crabbe or Goyle. Although I doubt that it would be them though because they couldn't even string two words together. I actually wouldn't mind if it was Zabini. He was alright. He had long shoulder length brown hair and hazel eyes. He was also pretty nice to the Gryffindors. I thought about Malfoy. Right, he hated my guts. I dismissed the thought quickly from his mind.

Being too tired to reply I put the letter in the bedside drawer and went back to sit on the bed. I smiled as I fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, my last thought being, who?

Yes, it might seem like I'm updating quite quickly but I'm not going to be here to update until Monday so I thought I'd get at least three or four chapters up before that. But when I get back I will probably still post one chapter a day. So yes I hope you like this one! I'd really appreciate reviews because they all honestly put a smile on my face!

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