A/N: For those who reviewed! =]

amnethyst-emerald: Why thank you! I love Narcissa, even in all her badliness (NOT a word, but I don't really care! =]) in the books. She's the type of mom who would do anything for her child… Plus, she's not mentioned as much as Draco and Lucius, thus allowing me to have loads of fun with her character! *Winks* I can't tell you right now how Harry knows him from before. But there IS a connection between the two of them and the man in Harry's dream. It's the only hint I can give there!
elfwarrior87: Le gasp! What if you are wrong, mon ami?! *tears up* I would have to cry for you! … Haha, no, seriously, I can't really let you know if your assumption is correct. Everyone will just have to wait and see… Or, you can message me, and I can tell you there… But it may ruin any further surprises for you… Which isn't fun.
SwarmOfFanGirls: Speaking from experience (man, this phrase has gotten me into a lot of trouble in the past week!), it really does suck. But, if it tortures pretty Harry, than I am obligated to use it! *turns to Harry* Sorry, Harry, it's for the sake of your Drarry fans!
Evildictionaryninja: Well, since it's Sirius, I hope he will! I love his character… I can't make him the bad guy! xD
Brandi: As you probably guessed, Tonks is the mom of Teddy. I will explain what happened to her in this chappy, hopefully. (I know a dog called Chappie…) BUT the other kid… Well, you'll just have to wait and see! =] (I made Remus bisexual… I can't cut Tonks out completely!)
Rice-Ball247: Well, to clarify about this being magical or not: It is not. I very, very, very rarely write magic fanfics based on HP. My reason? I would butcher it. The few I have done, I haven't even posted because I felt they were so incredibly terribly awful! Yeah, the descriptions kinda tell it all. Draco's friends and school? Since I am going to assume that has to do with the magical part (correct me if I am wrong), than Draco's friends are just other richies he grew up with. That's it, that's all. They went to a prestigious school called Slytherin. To put it simply, Hogwarts is kind of the public version of the four private schools that branch off of it. I will explain it all in this chapter, actually, so no worries! And yes, I will attempt to make the chapters longer. They have been getting a teensy bit longer as I go along, but I always end up having to do something else so I try to tie it all together quickly. (i.e. My online, which I am still not finished for this week… Two assignments and a discussion to go.)

I hope that answers all of your questions, guys!

Since the reviews were, sadly, not doubled, you get one chapter that's longer. And then I must shower and work like a mad woman on all of my math and online homework! Yes, please wish me luck!

Now, before I go onto the story, here is a taste of what to expect should people ever hang out with me: "Yes, I am plotting to take over the world. (5 minutes later.) Starting with the pandas." Story behind that? You'll find out later! It ties in with my "speaking from experience" that was mentioned before!

On with story!

Chapter Five

"Hogwarts. A prestigious school available to the public. It had four competing private schools that branched off of it: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor Academy was known for its bravery and constant winning in the famous Hogwarts Academies game: Quidditch. Slytherin was for those who came from families with…difficult…backgrounds, and too much money to know what to do with. Known for their arrogance and slyness, they were not well accepted by the other schools. Hufflepuff, the meek Academy. The students there were shy and vulnerable to the manipulation the Slytherins handed out at every turn. Finally, Ravenclaw, the school of the Smarties. Literally. Ravenclaw was the only Academy able to sell smarties to their students for their academic excellence. But Hogwarts…"

"Ronald Weasley! Must you do this every year to the new students?! I'm pretty sure they know everything already if they chose Hogwarts above the other schools! And really, just because of all the problems your family has with the Malfoy's does not mean all Slytherins are the same!"

"Actually, Mione, it has been proven, by our brilliant Ravenclaw counterparts, that Slytherin really is the worst. In fact, Malfoy himself is rated–"

"Ron, I don't think she cares about your statistics, mate."

"Oh, come on, Mione! Live a little! You know the Slytherins are horrid! I mean, after all, that Ri–"

Hermione clamped her hand over the boy's too-large-and-ready-to-speak mouth. The boy really didn't know when to lay off! Honestly, that name was the cause of Harry's worst nightmares, and still he wanted to say it aloud! She shook her bushy head at him when he looked at her questioningly. With a tentative nod of his head, she knew he had gotten the point. Taking her hand away, she was surprised when he caught it and held it in his own. A gentle squeeze let her know he was sorry. Turning to the black haired boy across from them, she blushed when she saw his questioning look and raised eyebrows. She knew that look. It was the same one he'd given her when he saw her with Viktor Krum – the boy she had used shamelessly to gain Ron's attention. He knew what was going on but was wondering why they hadn't said anything. Really, it was impossible to keep secrets from the boy!

Harry smiled reassuringly back at his brunette friend, letting her know he honestly didn't care either way and they'd talk later. She worries too much, that Mione. He concealed a sigh with a fake yawn and looked out the window of the train. Hogwarts might be a public school, but they still required boarding. As open to the public as it was, it remained isolated from all other schools besides its four major Academies – its four only Academies. Resting his head against the window, he closed his eyes, letting images of blonde haired ice men dance across his eyelids.

He woke up two hours later from Ron shaking his shoulder, and saying…something. Probably nothing important, since it was Ron.

"Harry James Potter! Wake your scrawny ass up right now! You're going to miss the bus!"

"Mne, hy way pup?"

"Harry, I don't understand sleep. Now get up!"

"I said, "Mione, why didn't you wake me up?" Seriously, get your ears checked."

"Actually, mate, you said–"

"Ron, shut up."

"Alright mate!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. Really, those two were so immature! Sighing, she got up and pulled her bags off the rack above their seats, tossing the boys theirs carelessly. Really, they could be so…nonsensical at the best of times. If the future lay in both their hands, it would have been very bleak. Luckily, there was no cause for such a thing to happen. Maybe in an alternate reality, but she didn't believe in those. As the train lurched to a stop, the trio exited the compartment and walked to the nearest exit. Outside, a bright flash of blonde hair drew Harry's attention to a certain Malfoy, standing in all his glory with – fellow Slytherins. Harry's heart sunk into his stomach (1). Any chance of getting the boy to like him now would be nonexistent.

Emerald green eyes stared at the sheet in front of him. Why, oh why was he boarding with him of all people?! He groaned and hit his head on the table several times.

"Potter, you might not want to do that. Whatever brain cells you do have may get damaged!"

Harry glared at the grey-eyed, blonde-haired, picture of perfection that stalked by the three of them. "Ron, remind me again why it isn't good to kill someone."

"Hmm? Well, I hardly consider Malfoy to fit into the category of no killing… After all, he's a prick, not a person."

"Ron! Harry! Don't even consider doing what I know you're considering doing!"

"Us? Consider anything? Really, Mione, you're the one who figures everything out for us!"

"Ron, just because your brain is a pile of mush does not mean Harry's is."

"Hey!"

"GUYS!!!! You're giving me a headache!" Harry rubbed his forehead for good measure, hoping it would make them stop.

"Oh, sorry, Harry! It's all Ron's fault, you see."

"Mione," the redhead growled menacingly.

"Well, really, Ron. I know you can't say more than a few syllables, but to revert to caveman talk?"

"Oh that is it!"

Harry shook his head and grumpily left the café. Really, first day back and everything was already going wrong. At least his cousin hadn't been able to get in. That would have been misery in the making. He could see the headlines now: Teen Boy Murdered by Obese Cousin's Wide Girth. Really, it could happen! The boy was big enough to suffocate anyone if he landed on top of them! He shuddered. Everything he thought about his cousin brought on a horribly wrong image. Poor Dudders. His life was filled with jokes – starting with his parents. A giraffe for a mother and a mammoth – no, a planet for a father. How am I related to them? Harry thought, bewilderedly.

Room 89. His own personal hell to be. Reaching out a tentative hand, he pushed the door open, peaked his head in and saw…

Draco shook his head. He couldn't believe they'd forgotten to print off his schedule, dorm room, and room mate information. He hadn't read further than the name, frankly, due to his exhaustion. He knew his room was in the dorm Morris Hall (2), which was supposed to be just around the corner from where he was currently walking. He sighed. Really, was it too much to ask for those idiotic (probably ex-Gryffindorks) to have everything ready? Just so he could go sleep? And then he had to run into stupid Potter, who had his sheets! What was he, a prince or something? No! He didn't even belong to one of the wealthier families that sent their kids here! And stealing his mother's attention…

Ah, there it was. He hurried over to the front door and opened it, walking into the dimly lit halls…

…Nothing. Harry let out a little sigh of relief. Pulling back, he froze when he felt warm, sweet-smelling breath near the left side of his face.

"Potter," a voice murmured, "what are you doing in my room?"

Before the green eyed boy could answer, a cool voice replied, "I hate to break it to you, Malfoy, but at Hogwarts, we share dorm rooms. And yes, in all your naked glory, you shall stand before Harry and –"

"Ron, shut up."

"Yes, ma'am!" The redhead said, standing at attention.

"Mione, what are you doing on the boys' floor?"

"Oh, Harry! Didn't you know? I have an all access pass –"

"Made by…"

"Us, no less."

Grey eyes rolled and the taller, blonde haired, ice prince shoved his way into their room, hoping the little brat, Potter, would make all his little mongrel friends leave ASAP. The noise they were making was giving him a raging headache.

"Guys," ah, yes, there was his melod-annoying little voice; "I just want to sleep. See you tomorrow?"

"Sure, Harry. G'night…"

"Night, Harry!"

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he shut the door. Leaning down to pick up his bags, the condescending voice of one Draco Malfoy called out: "Oh, if you would be so kind put all my stuff in the closet, won't you? Your…(pause)…stuff can go…over…there, somewhere." A pale, white hand waved vaguely towards the tiny dresser sitting near a small, cot sized bed (3).

"Malfoy, there is no way in h-" Turning around had been a bad idea. Standing in front of him, in all his (half) naked glory was one Draco Malfoy. The one that haunted his dreams. And, now that he knew what he somewhat looked like, his dreams would be a billion times more graphic. He silently groaned. Yes, this was definitely a bad day. The perfectly chiselled chest, slight definition of abs (4), and faintly muscular arms accented his aristocratic facial features. The boy was most definitely an Adonis. And definitely not a boy. Not with that –

"Like what you see, Potter?"

Harry's face instantly reddened and he hurried past the other boy. Despite their age difference, his intelligence was definitely superior. Besides, he'd just turned fifteen shortly before school. A year wasn't that big of a deal. And now he was rambling. Hormones, he thought, angrily.

"How are you even in the same grade as the rest of us?"

A grim smile rested on the black haired youth's face, an almost haunted look entering his soulful eyes. "Ever heard of the Potter's?"

"Well, yeah, obviously. They all pretty much died except for you."

"We were geniuses. My whole family. I'm supposed to be higher up – university level, to be exact."

"Why aren't you?"

"I want a life," I want you, "before I even think about that."

"Whatever."

Silence reigned in the room once more as the two boys unpacked their things. Nerves danced franticly in Harry's stomach, making him nauseous and uneasy. He would give anything to have this older boy look at him – really look at him – and be somewhat attracted. He gave a little sigh. That was a dream, though, and a dream that would never come true. Draco had taste, and Harry… Harry didn't suit anyone's tastes. Tears pricked at his eyes, making him reach his hand up and pinch the bridge of his nose. He would not cry! No matter how much it hurt…

Grey eyes watched the small, black haired teen get ready for bed. Scars criss-crossed down his back, faintly written words shining white in the room's dull light. He knew he shouldn't be watching. But there was something almost beautiful in the way Potter tried so hard to act like nothing was wrong, nothing affected him. A genuine smile graced his face for a few, short seconds at the thought. Maybe Pansy was right and he needed a new toy. But Potter… Potter was Potter. And he wasn't sure how long this toy would last under all the pressure…

Two weeks of nonstop torture. Harry had a horrible, sinking feeling that Draco was avoiding him. He wasn't sure why, but he was positive he was. His emerald green eyes followed the blonde haired boy's movements as he walked towards his group of friends. He even knew who they were now. Blaise Zabini was the black skinned boy who was always with Draco, everywhere they went. Hanging off of was Harry's own friend, Seamus Finnegan, who seemed to have gotten it in his head that Blaise was somehow his. Next were Draco's own personal guard, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. They were constantly stuffing their faces and ignoring everything that had to with anything other than food and Draco's own personal safety. Pansy Parkinson was a pug faced girl who was always staring with gooey eyes at Theodore Nott. Nott ignored everyone but his "toy", Selene, and had sandy coloured hair, greenish blue eyes and was a little on the weedy looking side. He was also impossibly clever. Nott and Blaise were the only two, besides Draco, Harry had talked to. And Nott and Blaise were the only two he had become friends with. He sighed. It still didn't make a difference though. He was stuck with an impossible love who seemed to severely hate him now. And there was nothing he could do about it.

A tap on the shoulder startled him from his thoughts. Looking down at him with a friendly and sympathetic gaze was one Pansy Parkinson. A look of vague surprise slid like a slippery eel through him. "Harry, can I talk to you for a second?"

At least she's capable of civility. He glanced at Ron, who shrugged, and Hermione, who smiled. He nodded before murmuring, "Okay."

Getting up he followed her out of the Great Hall, looking out of the corner of his eye at Draco. Grey eyes narrowed at Parkinson as she led the boy from the Hall, jealousy flaring up in them. A pang struck home in Harry's heart, and he quickly focused on following Parkinson. There was no use in getting upset over a straight man getting jealous of a boy stealing his girl. He sighed. He'd been doing that a lot more lately, which was frustrating.

"Harry." He ran into the (taller) girl's back (Why the hell is everyone taller than me?!) as she stopped.

"S-sorry." Great, now I sound like Quirrell back in year one! He stepped back, rubbing his nose, where it had hit her in the back. "You wanted to talk?"

"It's about Draco."

Green eyes dropped to the ground, shame flaring like an open fire, shining all around him. "I know. He's straight." He knew he looked pathetic as he looked up at her from under his bangs. "Do I…disgust…you now?"

"Eh?! No! Of course not! Both Blaise and Draco are gay. If you disgusted me for being gay, I'd be a hypocrite because two of my closest friends are gay." As if realizing what she'd said, she quickly tried to cover, "Not that you disgust me or anything. It's just… Shoot! Look, I came to tell you Draco and his guy friends play games with people's feelings. They don't realize how deeply people tend to care about them."

A confused expression shaded his eyes, brows wrinkling together and nose scrunching up in a cute way. "What do you mean?"

"Blaise and Draco go out of their way to compete and see who can get the most attention. They're keeping score on which girls and guys have shown any sign of attraction to them. Theo, Blaise, and Draco all keep "toys", or people they use for publicity and…Well, they're basically sex buddies." She started to wring her hands as the emerald eyes before her began to darken with understanding. "Blaise and Theo both really like you as a friend, but they can't tell you this because it would sacrifice their friendship with Draco. And, well, they asked me to talk to you about it. You see, they… They…"

"They what, Parkinson?"

"TheythinkhemightbegoingafteryounextbecauseofsomestupidcommentImade!" (They think he might be going after you next because of some stupid comment I made!)

Time seemed to freeze between the two individuals. Comprehension dawned on the petite boy and he slowly backed away from her, shaking his head in denial. He couldn't stand the thought of the boy he was in love with doing things like that to other people. He didn't want to believe it. A part of his mind slowly closed itself off from the rest of the world, and he turned away from her, running to the huge castle that was Hogwarts Public School. Pansy stood in the middle of the great game field, despair eating slowly at her heart. She knew exactly what he was feeling and couldn't bring herself to chase after him and calm him down. Deep down, she knew he needed to be alone.

"Blaise?"

"Yes, Potter?"

"Never mind."

Blaise slowly ticked off the next five seconds it would take for the dark haired boy beside him to ask for him again. Honestly, three hours straight of this and he was slowly growing tired of it. After years of practice with dickwads like Crabbe and Goyle, he had plenty of practice when it came to situations like these. But his endless patience wasn't feeling so endless right now. He glanced discreetly at the clock, praying for it to be time for bed soon. Seamus would be returning then and Harry would be forced to leave, or else have to deal with the fact that Seamus could not keep his mouth shut at important times. He always has to have the last word, that one, the black boy thought fondly. Ah, here we go. 3. 2. 1.

"Blaise?"

"Yes, Potter?"

"Never mind."

He seriously felt like banging his head off the nearby wall. Sadly, it was completely covered with his desk, bed, and dresser. As well as an assortment of shelves, posters and other various knick-knacks. As fond as he had grown of the boy over the past few weeks, he really knew how to drive a person insane without meaning to. And his complete innocence and naïveté kept you from getting angry with him. Sneaky bastard. Would have made a good Slytherin – but is, sadly, mostly Gryffindor material. He glanced at the clock again. Come on, Seamus! Get your attractive little ass over here! Ah, shit. It's time again. 3. 2. 1.

"Blaise?"

"Yes, Potter?"

"Never–"

"Harry, seriously, if you have something to ask me, ask me!!!"

"Is…Is it… Never mind."

"Harry James Potter!!!!"

The boy jumped, screeching, "How do you know my whole name?!" After a very brief moment of consideration, the boy shook his head quickly, before continuing, "Never mind. I really don't think I want to know. The…question…is… Does Draco really want me as only a toy?"

A dark eyebrow raised at the question and the dark skinned boy almost smirked in response. "Really, Harry, why didn't you just ask? And I got your full name from the very fellow you want to "discuss" right now." Green eyes shone with surprise, his face echoing his eyes. "And yes, I do think he only wants you as a toy. Fickle Draco, he'll probably change his mind in a matter of time. He's just like that." Brown eyes didn't see the hurt that washed through the other boy's face. "He's so much like Theo, it's not even funny. Doesn't even see the good thing in front of him until it's too late."

"Oh, I see."

The dorm room door banged open, revealing one sandy haired, blue eyed, Irish individual. "Blaise-y!!! I'm hoooommmeee!" The boy stopped when he saw his friend. "Heyyyy Haaaarrrryyyy!"

"Are you drunk, Finnegan?"

"Nooo! Of course not! I'm Seamus Finnegan! Not Drunk Finnegan! Silly Blaise-y!" Shaking his head, a small smile in place, Harry said his goodbye's leaving his one friend to take care of their other friend. "Blaise-y! Did I say somethink (5) wrong? Why'd Hawwy (yawn) leave?"

"Harry had to go back because it's curfew."

"Oh. Blaise-y?"

"Yes, Finnegan?"

"Will Dean ever like me?"

Blaise sighed, a sad expression falling into place. "Yes, Finnegan, of course he will."

A bright smile lit up the freckled Irishman's face, "Good! G'night, Blaise-y!"

"Night, Finnegan."

Neville Longbottom stared at the massive school in front of him. He knew a total of one person who went here, thanks to an online chat room. Hopefully the boy would recognize him at first glance… And not hate him for how he looked.

Harry crept silently into the dark room he shared with Draco. As far as he could tell, the other boy was sleeping. Quietly walking over to the cordless phone, he picked it up and walked into the bathroom. Gently shutting the door, he leaned against it and dialled a number. In his head, a song drifted, its sad words a reflection of how his heart was feeling. Baby how I dream of being free since my birth Cursed but the demons I confronted would disperse Have you ever heard of some shit so real Beyond from the heart, from the soul you can feel And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take But please don't cry, just know that I have made these songs for you And if I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take 'Cuz I'm ready for the funeral (6)…

The line picked up on the other end. "May I speak to Narcissa Malfoy, please?"

A/N: (1) That mental image…. *shudders* But it was too good to take out!
(2) Morris Hall is one of the dorms at Queen's University in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. I stayed there for SEEDS-in-Res when I was in grade 8. Personally, I like the one I stayed in when I was in grade 7 better. (Yeah, I went twice. It was loads of fun both times! xD) SEEDS stands for: Seven and Eight Enrichment something and something… I think, correct me if I'm wrong, the "D" stands for Development. I forget, though. I haven't been in a while.
(3) NO, the way I am describing the dorms is not a description of the real Morris Hall. And ignore the double negative… It is unnecessary to take into account that they would cancel each other out, because…Basically, the dorm rooms do not look like the way I am describing them.
(4) He is not and never will be a freaking body builder, not in my dreams and not in this fic. Draco Malfoy is a gorgeous, slightly muscular, most definitely in shape, Adonis. Yes, he is. Those of you who love, love, love extremely buff men – I don't apologize. I just cannot for the life of me agree with anyone on buff men being gorgeous. Give me a fit man any day, and I will love him for eternity! (Hmm, that kinda sounded… whore-ish…)
(5) "Somethink" is Seamus' drunken word for "something"…
(6) Kid Cudi's song "The Prayer" … Check it out!

"TheythinkhemightbegoingafteryounextbecauseofsomestupidcommentImade!" - This actually came out as a word! =]

Anyone want to do my online this week? I have to do a slideshow debate, an essay, and a report! Anyone? Anyone at all?

Yeah, I don't blame you…

By the way, this chapter was written over the course of two days. So the "shower" part at the beginning was me on Saturday and I took a shower about halfway through! Anyway, I don't know how long it will be until I update again because I am using my sister's computer for this. Review, please! I will attempt to make it even longer if you do! (This chapter is ten pages long! So congratulate me, it's been a while! =] )