disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and co. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing with my dirty mind and her very loveable characters. But, I created David, so he's mine. Meaning: Keep your hands off of him!

warnings: Okay, this is a big SLASH WARNING! That would mean that there is, and will be, sexual and romantic action between to males. So if you have anything against slash, you shouldn't be here reading this. You shouldn't have even read the first chapter. But if you're ok with slashy goodness, please stay.

A/N: Back again. I was kind of disappointed last time when I received only one review. But I'm very grateful for that one. potterluvva, thank you very much for saving my day. Anyway, on with the story. I hope it gets more interesting.

"C'mon, we'll be late for breakfast!" Ron cried the next morning.

"You go ahead with Hermione." Harry told. Ron only rolled his eyes and left Harry in the dorm with David. "Um, David? Could you walk down with me?" Harry asked after Ron had left.

"Yeah, sure" The boy in question put his eye-liner down and gazed at his image and then decided that it was good enough. They took their bags and headed downstairs. Ron and Hermione had gone already, just like Harry had told them to.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have labeled you 'guilty' just because of your last name." Harry told, not looking at David.

"It's okay, I understand. You should've heard the twenty questions Scrimgeour put on when I arrived into the country. He assumed that I would immediately search for Voldemort and join him and become his apprentice or something. And all this just because my last name happens to be Riddle." David told bitterly. He started fingering his necklace again. "I think he's the one who'll search for me."

"Why would he do that?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"He wants me dead."

"But you're his grandson."

"So? He killed his son, why would I be any different? He doesn't want heirs, he wants to shine all by himself. I'm actually kind of surprised that he hasn't killed Na yet."

"Na?"

"My grandmother." David explained as they reached the Great Hall. He shortly nodded to Draco who was looking at them as they passed. The blonde nodded back.

"You know Malfoy?" Ron, who had noticed the nodding, asked as the boys sat down with him and Hermione.

"Yeah, I met him in the train. Why? You guys know him?"

"Kind of. He's a-" But Hermione was cut off by Ron.

"He's a complete asshole daddy's boy who should be locked away and the key destroyed. But we like to call him ferret."

"I was going to say a fellow sixth year and a Slytherin." Hermione glared at Ron.

David took a bite of his bacon. "He didn't seem too bad to me."

"You're a Gryffindor now. He'll make your life a living hell, trust me." Harry assured him. "What's your first period?"

"Double potions."

"Mine too." All three said.

"I bet Malfoy's there too." Ron muttered grimly.

"Well, at least Snape won't be."

-

As they were heading towards the dungeons David raised his hand to finger his necklace again, but it wasn't there. He quickly checked his robes and bag but found nothing. "Um, I think I've lost my necklace. I'll go check the Great Hall if I left it there." He told the others and turned to return.

"Okay, but hurry back. You don't wanna be late!" Hermione shouted after him but he couldn't care less. His mother had given him that necklace, he never took it off. And now it was gone.

"Looking for something?"

David turned to the voice and saw Draco Malfoy leaning against the cold wall and hanging the necklace from the tip of his finger. David let out the breath he had been holding.

"Yeah. Where was it?"

"Lying on the floor in the Entrance Hall. You really should be more careful."

"I've never lost it before." David told as a defense and reached his hand to Draco. "Could I get it back now?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe? Draco, seriously, it's mine. I want it back."

"I'll give it to you, if you tell me something?" Draco smirked slyly and waited for David's answer.

"Fine. What?"

"Are you the Dark Lord's heir?"

"It depends what you mean by heir. Yes, I'm related. He's my grandfather actually. No, I have no intensions on becoming Lord Voldemort junior. Now, please, give me the necklace back." Draco carefully laid the necklace on David's open hand. The tips of his fingers touched him for a split second. Both of them could feel the electricity. David started suddenly feeling slightly uncomfortable. He knew what Draco was doing. It had been done to him many times before. He had no desire to be used and dumped, again.

"I- I'm gonna be late for class." He stuttered and started walking back to the dungeons.

"I believe we have the same journey." Draco smirked and started walking too. "So how did the Dark Lord's grandson end up in Gryffindor?"

"What's wrong with Gryffindor?"

"Nothing. Now when you're there."

David stopped to his tracks. "Look, I know what you're doing and I'm not interested."

"What am I doing?" Draco asked innocently.

"I saw you how your jaw dropped in the train yesterday. I know you were staring at me the whole evening and at breakfast. You probably even did some spell to take off my necklace. I sleep with it and it has never fallen off. And now I just walk and the lock doesn't hold?"

"Well, you surely do have an excellent self-esteem and I must say that you're not entirely wrong." The blonde smirked and stepped closer to the raven haired one.

"I'm not interested, Draco. Not like that."

"Then how are you interested?" Draco asked. David felt the cold wall against his back and Draco was dangerously close. The blonde set his hand against the wall right next to David's head.

"Not like this." David whispered and somehow slid himself back to the center of the corridor. "We're gonna be late."

Draco followed as he started walking towards the dungeons, again. I will have you, Riddle. Trust me, I will.

When they finally reached the potions class they were ten minutes late and both of their houses lost ten points. David couldn't concentrate at all during the lesson. All he could think about was Draco and what happened earlier. He was hot and he seemed ok, though Ron did call him an asshole. And he obviously wanted him. But David had been hurt too many times. Too many times someone has seduced him, made him believe he was loved and then dumped him. No, that wouldn't happen again, that he decided. But David had never been good at sticking with his decisions.

-

As the days passed David realized that it was impossible to avoid Draco. Either he would run into him in the corridors or Harry would go on and on about him. After the rocky start, the Golden Trio had accepted him as the fourth member of their group. So all he heard these days was how Draco Malfoy just had to be a Death Eater or then both Ron and Hermione would whine about the other. Seriously, he needed someone else to hang around with. At least for one night.

A few weeks after the school had started he was wandering around the castle and found his way to the library. It was nearly empty but in one corner table there was a very frustrated looking blonde.

"Hey." David greeted as he jumped to sit on the table, right next to Draco's book.

"Hey." The blonde muttered, concentrating on reading.

"Problems?"

"Yeah. This bloody library is useless!" Draco cried annoyed and threw the book away from him. "So what gives me the pleasure of enjoying your delightful company?"

David simply shrugged. "I guess I needed a break from the precious Gryffindors."

"Ooh, how rebellious!"

"Yeah, well, I've never been a fan of rules. Neither written nor unwritten." David smiled faintly.

"As if it was so easy." Draco muttered. "So what'd you wanna do?"

"I dunno. What can a bored sixteen-year-old do around here?"

"Well-" Draco started rather innocently, but:

"Please, don't answer that. Forget that I even asked."

"You're so boring. No wonder you're bored." The blonde stood up and positioned himself between David's legs.

David sighed. "Fine. What can a bored sixteen-year-old do around here?"

"Well, we could go and throw rocks at the giant octopus."

"You wanna throw rocks at the giant octopus?"

"No. But that's what we could do. You wanna know what I want to do?" Draco whispered as he leaned closer so that their faces were only a few centimeters apart.

No, I don't! Don't do this, David! "Yeah, I do." David told hoarsely. You idiot! Fine, don't listen to me, I'm only your common sense! Draco closed the gap between their lips and took a grip from the other boy's waist. David tried to ignore the voice in his head telling him to stop and what an idiot he was. Someone will see you.

David pushed Draco away from him rather roughly. "Someone could see us." He told when the blonde gave him a confused look.

"There's no one here."

"Not that we know of!"

Draco stepped closer again. "I know a place where no one could disturb us."

But David pushed him away and jumped off the table. "Not tonight." He whispered and then slammed a hand on his mouth. He did not! He did. His father had told him million times not to, his mother had told him million times not to, his grandmother had told him million times not to, even Dumbledore had advised him to avoid doing it.

Draco wasn't looking shocked or surprised at all. He had even expected this. "So, you're a Parselmouth, too?"

A/N: If you've read my other stories, you should know what I want. If you haven't, or you have forgotten what I want, let me remind you: Reviews, please.