Hey, read the AN at the end. It makes me laugh.

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And so it was that Harry found himself introducing the three other boys to the teacher, Mr. Erikson.

"It's a pleasure to meet all four of you, find seats, class starts in ten. Oh, it looks like there's a set of four seats right in the middle," he pointed at a row that had opened as a girl moved to sit with a different person.

"Hi," Harry seated himself at one end, next to a boy in all black with blue hair and a nose ring. He raised an eyebrow and took the pen out from behind his ear.

"Hey, I'm Jack," he lent over and shook hands with Harry.

"Harry," he introduced himself and nodded.

"You just started?"

"Yeah, my friends," Harry motioned to the other four, "and I just got signed up earlier today."

Draco was sitting next to him and getting leered at (in a lustful way) by a group of girls in short skirts nearer the front of the room.

"You'd better watch out for your blonde friend there, Darsi and her girls will be on him in minutes," Jack said, motioning to the girls. They heard this and shot the blue-haired boys glares and turned back to the front. Draco looked at him and then at Harry.

On the other side of him Blaise was already making friends with the boy in front of him, a black boy with a Von Dutch shirt and a pair of eyebrow piercings. Harry heard him say his name was Hektor but to call him Dutch.

The girl in front of Draco turned around and her jaw dropped when she saw him and Harry felt his own jaw slacken as well.

It was the gothic girl from the shopping centre the night before.

"You," she hissed and Harry saw how bruised her eye and cheek bone were. With a gulp he noticed two of the same kids from the group sat in front of himself and Jack (who hadn't been with them but was possibly friends with them).

Malfoy gave her a cautious look, "this is a bit of an awkward coincidence."

The other two kids turned and Harry saw one was the girl Blaise had punched and the other as the boy who'd gotten the left hook from Malfoy. Bullocks. Crap. Shit. Hell. Whore. Wench. Damn. Cock. Fuck. Harry's eyes widened a little and he lent back in his seat. Blaise glanced over and noticed the three as well. Dutch wasn't a part of their group but looked similar enough he may have known them. Ron saw this turn of events and tensed slightly, worried.

"Yeah, I'd say it is. Look what you did to my face you arse," she pointed angrily at the bruise.

"Well in all fairness you did attack me," Malfoy said, folding his hands on the desk.

She glared hard at him.

"What'd you do to piss of Val?" Jack asked, looking up from using the pen to create a temporary tattoo.

"We had a bit of a brawl the shopping centre last night, she and her friends called Draco a poser, he won," Harry said.

"Oh, yeah, she mentioned a fight with a pretty boy, didn't think she meant a really pretty boy," Jack nodded.

"Do you know her?"

"She's an acquaintance I'd rather not know, see him?" Jack pointed at Dutch, "he and Val were friends until she called him a man-whore, he socked her in the eye and stopped hanging around with them. I did the same, I like Dutch more than I like Val and her group."

Harry nodded.

Val was snarling at Malfoy who looked bored and not intimidated. "You're going to miss the lesson if you keep looking at me."

She glared and whirled back to face the front.

Dutch was still talking with Blaise and Ron when Mr. Erikson came into the room again with a Styrofoam cup of coffee.

"Hello class…"

Two hours later they were dismissed. Jack and Dutch walked out with the four. Harry found out they went to Stonewall as well and was glad to know someone there already.

"Where do you all live?"

"Number 4 Privet Drive," Harry said. Jack looked as if he was waiting for an answer from the other three.

"We all live together," Ron said, smiling a little.

"Wait, doesn't that huge arse live there too?"

"Dudley?" Harry clarified, "yeah, he's my cousin."

"Are you all related?" Dutch asked.

"No, we all went to a boarding school together and got reassigned to Stonewall so we have to live together for the year," Draco said.

"Cool, you want to come over for some dinner?" Jack asked, "I just live over there," he pointed out a large house.

"Sure," the group agreed and went with him. As they were crossing the park Harry spotted Val and her group near a big tree, talking in quiet tones. "Bullocks," the group had seen them and were starting over.

Draco gave a roll of his eyes and stopped walking. "Why don't I just kick her arse and see you there in a moment?"

"There are six people there, you couldn't win," Dutch said, giving Draco a look.

"I'd rather not have anyone else hurt just because some pussy girl thinks she's big and tough and wants to try and beat me up," Malfoy insisted, he made to shoo them off when Val came up.

"You want to finish this?" She asked, clenching her fists.

"I'd rather not kick your arse twice in two days," Draco folded his arms and looked at her.

Blaise took Harry by the shoulder and pulled him and Ron a little way from the fray.

"You won't win this time. Arse fucker," Val snarled and made to punch him. As she did a pair of guys came and grabbed his arms as he let them down to defend himself. "See how it feels," Malfoy looked shocked for a second before her punch connected with the side of his face. A trickle of blood appeared and she landed a punch to his gut. "You slimey little shite," Val sneered at him, feeling superior, she punched his stomach again and stepped back a second to admire the blood coming from his lips.

Malfoy breathed out for a second and then bared his teeth at her. He raised one booted foot and slammed it into her stomach. Val went flying backwards and then the blonde wrenched his arms out in the shocked second of the two boys, he grabbed their hands and smacked them together sharply. Each boy fell to the ground, holding the raising bumps. Val was on her hands and knees and coughing viciously.

"Don't ever," Malfoy grabbed her by the hair and forced her too look into his face, "punch me again," he snarled at her, "or it will hurt a lot more." He pushed her away and dusted off his shirt.

The group scrambled away, helped by those who weren't hurt.

"Bloody hell, that was awesome," Jack gave a wide smile.

"Thanks, I guess it's second nature after as many fights as I've been in," Malfoy nodded.

Harry was concerned about the injuries the Slytherin had sustained. "Hey, why don't you go back to Privet Drive, clean up a little? Then you can join us again?"

Malfoy touched a hand to his lip and realized he was bleeding, "sure, I'll see you guys there," Malfoy nodded and Jack pointed out the house again.

"I'd better go too, so he won't get lost," Harry followed him away, also wanting to be there if another fight broke out.

"Hey Potter," Malfoy noticed the other boy walking with him.

"Will you be okay?"

"Yes, I always recover, and this isn't as bad as other fights," Malfoy chuckled. "You should have seen Blaise, Dorian and I after the fight in the club Ama last summer. Blaise couldn't see out of his left eye for two weeks, his left arm was broken and he fractured his wrist from punching someone so hard. I broke a pair of knuckles and sprained my ankle, plus I got some nasty cuts from broken glass. Dorian, well, Dorian mostly got bruises but his face got scratched up some too."

"How did that fight start?"

"Dorian and Blaise were dancing with someone else's dates, and refused to admit a fault on their parts. Of course then everyone blamed me for starting the fight since that's what I've always done. I got myself a month of dish duty with the house elves at the manor." Malfoy almost seemed proud.

"I didn't think you would ever touch dishes."

Malfoy laughed, "I may be high maintenance, and a git, but I'm a loud-mouth and a trouble starter too. My father says the punishments don't work but it helps get chores done."

They arrived at Privet Drive and Harry let them in.

"Here," Harry patted the island top as they came in to the kitchen. Malfoy seated himself there and let out a sigh. Harry handed him two glasses, one filled with water and one empty. "Swish and spit," Harry said and Malfoy did as he was told. "How's your stomach?"

Malfoy paused in his spitting. "Sore, and probably bruising," he set the glasses aside and pressed his stomach lightly. "Yeah, that's bruise," he nodded.

"Let's see," Harry was filling the ice-pack in anticipation. Malfoy raised his shirt a little and Harry saw it was already turning blue.

"The ice doesn't help at all," Malfoy informed him, but he took it anyways.

"Too bad," Harry shrugged and rinsed the "spit" cup clean.

"Hey?"

"What?" Harry turned.

"Do you think this year will be successful?"

Harry paused to think, "I hope so."

Malfoy nodded, "I'll try and stop starting fights. I bet it's pretty weird for you to try and be civil with Blaise and me." Harry moved back over to set the clean cup down next to the blonde.

"Yeah it is." Harry nodded and their eyes met.

"To try and teach us all this muggle stuff," Malfoy's voice was soft, his eyes half lidded.

"Yeah," Harry nodded and swallowed, "it is," his own voice soft.

They were right next to each other, looking exactly at each other.

"To make us get along with everyone," Malfoy was leaning towards him a little.

"Yeah," Harry felt himself leaning in a little two, his eyes trained on the slightly pink bottom lip of his enemy, "it is."

He felt his lips brush the other boys. A jolt ran through him and before he knew it their lips were pressed hard against each other. He moved closer, around in front of Draco, his hands on the boys knees. Draco moved his ice pack aside and slid his arms around Harry's shoulders.

There was definite attraction, from the first time Harry saw that tiny expanse of skin last night he had wanted something like this quite a bit. His hands ran up to hold onto Draco's sides, leaning in closer.

After a second they disconnected, "I-that…was nice," Harry tried to play off his breathlessness and awe at the kiss but he failed, stuttering.

Malfoy just smirked and slid into the tiny space between Harry and the island, their bodies pressed flat against each other. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. But we should visit Jack, to quell any suspicions and all. Maybe a reprise later on," Malfoy said, a sneaky look in his eye. He pressed his lips momentarily against Harry's and then drew back again.

Harry nodded and began to leave the kitchen.

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Draco: I cannot believe she just did that.

Harry: Can a person anatomically do that?

Draco: I have no idea.

Blaise: Oh yeah, I've managed it, takes a few times and way more skill than either of you two have. But it can be done.

Harry and Draco :weird look: I don't want to know.

Blaise: You were wondering!

Me: Arr, avast yee land-dogs, I'm takin' yer booty!

: Draco jumps on Harry: Save me!

:Blaise screams like a little girl and runs off to see if he can still do the aforementioned move:

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