"I'm fine Mr. Zabini, why do you ask?"

"No reason, I just care is all," he smiled sweetly and then waved cheerfully to someone else giving him a weird look. He crossed his legs on his stool and looked very excitedly at the teacher.

Draco rolled his silver eyes and smacked the Italian, hard, upside the head. Blaise squeaked and began a glaring contest with the blonde. Snape shrugged them off and began to hand out the syllabus for the year. Harry looked over all the students. There was that group of girls who'd been ogling Draco in driver's class a while back. What were their leader's name? Darsi? That sounded right. She was sitting up near the front in what appeared to be a handkerchief posing as a skirt. Harry was merely glancing but he caught her eyeing Snape as he set the sheets in front of her.

Harry shuddered, this girl was obvious sex starved if she was looking at Severus Snape like that.

Chemistry went surprisingly well, someone singed themselves on acid and cried all the way to the nurse but otherwise it was fine.

"Draco," Snape paused by him and examined the vial he'd made the assigned element in. "Full marks for you and," he paused, "Potter."

"Potter?" The boy across the aisle looked up suddenly, "I though I remembered you."

"I-?" Harry frowned.

"Peter," he slid across and stuck out a hand, "we went to Primary School together."

Harry recognized him suddenly, Peter had helped him hide from Dudley and his gang once. "I remember you, Peter Grassglow, right?"

"Yeah," he grinned, "I never expected to see you again after you got sent away. Where were you all these years?"

"St. Brutes School," he answered, "we're here on a experimental stay with one of our Professors. This is Draco, that's Ron and Blaise."

"St. Brutes? For criminals? Why were you sent there? It should have been your cousin," he pulled up his stool and leaned forward on the table with interest. Draco observed him disapprovingly.

"Yes but, I'm the adopted nephew, so they sent me there instead," he shrugged.

"What about you?" Peter asked Draco.

"I 'm the alcoholic druggy child of a rich man," he snarled, glaring. Peter nodded nervously and looked over at Blaise and Ron who were both trying very hard to ignore the situation.

"Wh-what are you doing for lunch? You should eat with me," he offered.

"We've got plans I think, Dutch, Jack, Danni, Jason and Clo asked us to eat with them," Harry said.

Peter looked taken aback, "don't take this the wrong way but they're not exactly people to be seen with on the first day. They cause a lot of trouble and Kilk hates them, he'll hate you too."

"He already does hate us," Draco snapped, examining a small vial of acid and considering whether or not it would be a good idea to empty it down this kid's throat. Peter was leaning too close to Harry, making too much eye contact, smiling too much.

"What?"

"We met him while shopping then while we were with Dutch and Jack at the Food Plaza, he isn't a fan of us," Harry said, casting an odd look at Draco.

"That's pretty unfortunate," he nodded sympathetically. "He's pretty nice, if you're nice to him, he and I had some classes together last year and I helped him out so he's cool about me," Peter smiled proudly.

"That's nice," Draco put his books into his bag and swung it over his shoulder, "class is over, we should go," he took Harry's hand and began to lead him away.

"Wait," Peter jumped up after them, "where are you going?"

Draco scowled, "history, we have to go," he paused for Harry to get his bag and then lead him from the room. Ron went after them but Blaise hung back.

Peter frowned at the door they'd left through, "Are you after Harry?" Blaise asked, eyeing him carefully.

"What?" Peter turned.

"Don't try and take Potter from Drake, you're not nearly as good looking." Blaise flicked some dark hair from his eyes, "and Draco would beat you to the ground." He moved to leave and was at the door before he turned back to Peter, "and I would too. Get near him and face the consequences of two very pissed off criminals."

He exited and found the history room where Dutch and Jason were sitting with the other three wizards and chatting.

"Blaise, where were you?"

"I had to find my pencil," he said with a smile.

"I see," Ron glanced at the Italian but otherwise didn't speak. He had the distinct feeling something devious occurred.

Draco raised his brows but got a smirk in return. "All hail," the teacher walked in wearing old Greek robes and her hair tied back in the ancient fashion.

"I am the ruler of this Empire, Kasti, hail me or perish." She read the rules as a decree from the Oracle and then went into what would be done that year.

Classes went well from then on, lunch came and Harry found himself standing with Draco looking at the huge commons where people ate. "Come on," Draco had spotted their friends.

"Harry, can I eat with you guys?" Peter appeared from nowhere.

"Sure," Harry nodded and sat down next to his boyfriend, Ron quickly took the other side, forcing Peter to sit next to Clo. He appeared to have not showered for a few days, and he smelt of cigarettes, blood and mud. He grinned toothily at Peter before taking a bite of the roll he'd pilfered.

"So-?" Blaise took a seat and cut Peter off, "what the fuck do you think of school?" He asked Draco.

"Bloody boring if you ask me, I'd much rather be getting in a fight or sitting on a beach in the Sur la Plage," he said, sipping his drink and glaring at Peter the whole time.

"You remember what you said about fights?" Harry asked, noticing the hostility towards Peter.

Draco turned and nodded, "I do, I'll try, but you remember what kind of person I am," he said and put a kiss on Harry's cheek, "I will try though, promise."

Harry nodded and then saw Dutch and Jack glowering at Peter, "How were your classes?" he asked.

"Oh, fine-"

"Mine were great, first block English then history with you lot," Dutch interrupted. "I can't believe Kasti, I've never had her before but I saw her last year when she recruited some rugby players to carry her around on chiffon all day during the study of Egypt."

The table laughed. Harry noticed Peter scowling at Dutch but he concentrated on his salad much to Harry's confusion. Clo turned to look at him, cocked his head to the side and then gave a crafty smile. "Peter, darling," he leaned close to the boy, "what do you think of nails?" he held them up to the light, black polish was chipping off dirt covered, broken nails.

"They-they're quite-quite nice," he said nervously, obviously uncomfortable.

"Really? I thought they'd need a bit of maintenance, but since you like them so much," Clo tapped Peter's cheek, "I'll let them be."

"W-well if you th-think they n-need something the-then do it," he said, flinching when he was touched.

"I-" Harry made to say something but stopped when Jack raised his eyebrows towards Orlando Kilk who was walking briskly over, a scowl on his face.

"Peter," he said, striking a pose of anger as he stopped in front of him, "why in the world aren't you eating with us?"

"I met my old friend from Primary School, Harry Potter, I thought I'd eat with him and his…friends," he said, motioning around. Blaise winked at Kilk.

"That's nice, come eat with us, there are some issues we're discussing and we'd like your input," he said with a sneer.

Peter stood and smiled sweetly to Harry then glanced quickly around the table before leaving with Kilk.

"Why are you lot so mean to him?" Harry asked as soon as they were gone from earshot.

"Do you not know who that little shite is?" Dutch asked.

"I know he helped me when we were young, he helped me hide from Dudley," Harry shot back.

"That's all well and good," Clo said, "but that kid is Kilk's right hand. He's the rat, the one who listens in on everything and brings it back to Kilk, he's the one who got me near expelled last year. Got Jack thrown in special "wellness" classes and nearly lost me my position in the choir. That kid is one of the most hated little rats in the school, no one trusts him with anything anymore. He may have been fine to be seen with when you were young but now…now he's just a little squealer," he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"Why were you so mean to him then?" he turned to Draco.

The blonde looked a little taken aback, "he was so obviously flirting with you, and I didn't want to even consider sharing you. He got too friendly too fast."

Harry didn't think this was much of a reason. "You didn't want to share me?"

"I'm not a fan of seeing my boyfriend being flirted with by a priss," he said with a defensive tone.

Harry blinked, he hadn't really thought of himself as Draco's boyfriend. A loud buzzing surrounded them and the students all seemed to stand at once, "class time, come on," Draco held out a hand for Harry.

"We have a free block," Harry said after a glance to his schedule.

"We do," Draco sounded as though he'd forgotten.

"I'll see you two later," Blaise said and went off to find the art wing. Everyone else departed leaving the two alone.

"Are you okay?" Draco had noticed the odd way Harry had reacted to the boyfriend reference.

"I am, just never knew we were really boyfriends, I'm not saying I don't want to be," he said quickly, "just I didn't know."

"I just assumed…" Draco looked at him for a moment, "I didn't mean to force it on you, if you just want to be…well…benefits then I suppose that's all right. I don't want to be just snogging though, I'd like to be your boyfriend but I'm willing to wait if you don't think you're ready."

"I never thought you'd be so rational," Harry joked.

Malfoy laughed and nodded, "I'm sensible when it comes to some things. Do you want to wait to see about the whole boyfriend thing or…?"

Harry considered.

He actually was incredibly attracted to the heir, he wasn't exactly a Gryffindor but he was smart, witty and really good looking. There was an allure to the blonde, a secret in him that made Harry want to know him really well, as Blaise did. Harry looked into the stormy eyes and wondered how it would all roll out. His reputation, his future, all of it could change with this. The danger they would be put in, with Draco's father who he was, with the Dark Lord running about. It was a huge risk.

Harry leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips his hands found the smaller boy's hips and rested there. When he pulled back he saw the question in Draco's eyes, "I would like to be your boyfriend."

Draco smiled. "I'm quite glad."

Sorry it is short and belated but it serves its purpose, EG moving the plot along. Peter is significant, so is Orlando. I'm caught up in school work and I'm sorry and I love you all. Thanks sooo much for not abandoning the fic though it has been so long.

Captain Slashy: Arr, avas mee maties, yar all a great load o' greatness and I thank yeh all fer mannin' the ship while I was patchin' the hull and gettin' smashed wit the boys.

Harry: Sorry about that. Drake eloped with a large chocolate cake.

Draco: It was delicious.

Blaise::still in birdcage with Ron: I want some but nooo, if I eat I'm too FAT to live in a birdcage with stupid weasel-pie.

Ron: Shut up Zabini

Blaise: You shut up.

Ron: You!

Blaise: YOU!

Ron: YOU!

:They begin to make out:

:Draco faints:

Captain Slashy: I knew some good would come out o' that.

:Harry faints:

Captain Slashy: Well…now that they're all unconscious Ah suppose thar's nothing left teh do but DANCE::begins macarana: