"Blah." Talking

"Blah"Parseltongue

'Blah' Thinking

Draco woke up like the dead. He sat up, eyes desperately trying to see and make sense of the world around him. Blinking the sleep away from his eyes, he tried to remember why the hell he was up this early. He could already tell that school was not going to be easy to get back into the swing of things.

'School…Why does that ring bells…?'

Train. September first. Today.

"SHIT! What time is it?!"

Severus headed into the bathroom like a zombie. Damn Lucius for being so irresistible, and damn himself for not being able to get enough of the man.

Undressing and stepping into the shower was quick work. Being at Hogwarts meant he was going to have to limit the time he spent with Lucius, which always seems to cause a lot more stress then it should. And now with the Potter situation, as it had been dubbed, this year was already looking crappy. 'Let's not forget the dear idiot from the Ministry that will be there. What was her name… Debbie? Doris?'

His musing was cut off when Lucius practically melded their bodies together by way of hug.

"Lucius… are you hugging me?" A bite to his shoulder caused a moan to escape. Damn his sensitive shoulders.

"That is what people do when in love, no? Hug, kiss, shag…" Lucius sounded awake. How did he sound awake when Severus, himself, still wanted for his bed?

Turning in his lover's arms found a very wet, very naked Lucius Malfoy. Lucius was irresistible when dry and clothed; when wet and naked, he made Severus' brain shut down.

If there was one thing Lucius loved on the green earth, it was Severus. And more specifically, this morning, he loved Severus' cock.

As a teenager and much younger adult, he had many lovers. He had often had men in his bed, but he'd always been dominant. He never quite understood why all his male lovers would literally beg him to fuck them in showers. He could now.

Having Severus pounding into him while the water cascaded down on them was… well, the most erotic thing he'd ever experienced.

"Lucius, What am I going to do without you this year?" Severus breathed onto his neck.

"Well, Harry did give you that rag doll of me, didn't he?" Lucius remembered when Harry did that. It was… odd, to say the least. Severus looked like he was about to faint. Harry just gave them that creepy, eyes closed smile, before mentioning how the two of them ought to have something to remind them of each other this year.

"Don't remind me of that doll; it has that kid's creepy air about it." Severus had taken to calling Harry "that kid" instead of any of the other adjectives he had taken to calling him in the past. He still had some issues with Harry, but that was to be expected; the two of them being civil to each other was enough.

Ginny and Luna were in hysterics. Clutching onto each other in their mirth, laughing so hard their eyes watered. It wasn't even overly funny, but the two of them couldn't seem to help it.

The two girls had come downstairs to see Hermione cooking instead of Mrs. Weasley. She had cooked waffles, English muffins, and made fresh fruit salad and French toast. Ron and Harry were already up, no shock there, and playing the Wizard version of Battleship. Harry was winning. That wasn't the funny part.

The funny part was the way they were acting.

The tree of them had always been different with each other than other people. Harry was like the bridge in between the two connected plots of land separated by water. In many ways, Harry was their pillar. An outsider, like Ginny or Luna, could never understand the way they all worked together.

Hermione was firmly in the role of Molly Weasley that morning, making breakfast and currently, Harry's plate. Of course, she did that every morning at Hogwarts as well, but it always got the same complaint. Then Ron would step in, acting like a typical father, and the three would banter back and forth. It was old behavior; they did it almost every morning.

But for some reason it seemed so funny this morning. Maybe it was the familiar sense of normalcy in a rapidly changing environment.

Whatever it was, it was funny and comforting. Ginny had a feeling that things wouldn't be like that for a long, long time, if ever again.

Sirius was not waking up. Remus had tried almost everything. He had poured water on him, he had threatened withholding sex, he had jumped up and down on the bed, he had banged things, he had threatened to spell acne on Sirius' face, and he had even said that he'd have an affair with Severus if Sirius didn't wake up.

It didn't work.

He gave a sigh, turning around to the door. If Sirius wasn't going to wake up, he wasn't going to get to say good bye to the kids, mostly Harry.

Upon opening the door he was faced with Harry.

"Good Morning. We're about to leave…is Sirius up?" Remus badly wanted to hold Harry, lock him up with Sirius, and not let him go to Hogwarts. But Albus would never allow that. 'Stupid, old, conceded-' His mind rant was cut off by Harry.

"Sirius, you said you wanted to come with us to the station." Harry nudged his godfather's shoulder. Remus watched in shock and amusement when Sirius rose out of bed like a Vampire in a muggle movie.

"I'll be right down. Don't leave without me." Harry gave the older man a blinding smile, but his eyes ruined the happiness; he looked ready to cry.

Platform nine and three-quarters was a nightmare like it always is. Mad-Eye, Tonks, the Weasley's, and Sirius in dog form just added to the chaos. Children were shouting, parents were giving last hugs and kisses, animals were loose, and there were so many people.

The twins had taken all of their trunks up to the Train, promising not to tamper with them in any way. The only reason anyone believed them was because Harry had threatened to castrate them if they so much as thought of touching his stuff; the Twins took that to mean everyone's stuff.

"I feel shorter than usual." Harry said in a semi-annoyed voice. He was standing in-between Ron and Draco, both over five feet eight inches, while he stood at barely five feet. All of Hogwarts' fourth years were taller then he was now. Ginny and Luna were probably the average height of the fourth years, and they were five feet five inches.

Ron draped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close.

"Ah, don't worry about it. You're short, you'll always be short. If you want to blame something, blame the Dursley's."

"Oh, yes, because that's so mature." Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"You're fifteen, Harry, screw maturity." Draco spoke for the first time around anyone else that morning. Harry gave him an annoyed look.

"I hate you, Draco. And your height. Stupid tall people…with their…tallness; I'm going to stand by Snuffles, at least he's shorter then me!" Migrating over to Snuffles was a bit challenging, he almost got ran over twice by passing students.

Standing next to Snuffles also had him standing next to six foot tall Tonks and Arthur Weasley. He scowled.

"This is so not fair! Ron, get over here, NOW!" Harry shouted the last word out, which was the loudest anyone had heard him that whole summer. Ron was soon in front of Harry, who demanded Ron gave him a piggy back ride, because he was taller.

"Your logic makes no sense, Harry, none!" Ron laughed out, as he hosted Harry onto his back. Tonks and the Weasley's had amused looks, while the rest of the teenagers openly laughed at Harry and Ron's behavior.

"Wow…I'm so tall…"Harry looked around them, able to finally see over the tops of the majority of the students hustling here and there.

"NEVILLE! HEY NEVILLE!" Hermione had located Neville Longbottom. She was jumping up and down, waving her arm in the air. The plump boy smiled; red in the face from the people staring at him and Hermione alternately, as he came over.

"Hey, guys." He blinked at Draco's presence.

"Yo." Draco nodded his head at the other boy, who smiled awkwardly.

"Um…Hi…?" He looked up at Harry, confused. Harry grinned down at him.

"Explain later. Let's get on the train. Ron, Ginny say good bye to your Mum and Dad." Ron and Ginny rolled their eyes at Harry as they walked to their parents to give them hugs and goodbyes. Harry got a hug and a kiss from Molly, as he refused to get off Ron. The teens all gave pets to Snuffles before they left, Neville included.

The seven teens found a compartment near the end of the train that they all filled into. Harry was moved to sit, more or less, squished in between Draco and Ron. Ginny sat herself on Luna's lap while Neville and Hermione sat comfortably next to each other.

"I take it Malfoy not only knows about you two," Neville pointed to Luna and Ginny, "but is also to be trusted in our little gang of friends?" Harry nodded to him.

"You seem to be taking this well." Draco said. Neville looked at him for a long moment.

"Oh, I'll question you later, make sure for myself that you can be trusted. But not now; Harry's already under a lot of stress as it is."

"Why do you say that?" Draco sounded snappy and annoyed. He'd developed a migraine from all the noise on the platform.

"Because he was clingy with Ron. He only ever does that when he's majorly stressed out. Most of the older students who pick on him already found that out. It doesn't take a genius, Malfoy." That migraine was growing, pounding the inside of his head. He pondered if perhaps it would split open.

"Please stop arguing, you two are stressing me out more then I already am. No one here wants to see me when I get psycho stressed out; it's not pretty." Harry's voice reminded Draco of when they were in Limbo, gentle, soothing.

His migraine was starting to go away by the time the Train was on its way to Hogwarts.

Harry didn't like Lavender Brown. Hermione didn't like her, either. And if she leaned onto Ron one more time, heads would roll.

"Oh, Won-Won, I had the most best summer! How was yours? Was it good?" Lavender leaned closer, if possible, to Ron squashing her breasts against his arm. He was attempting to lean away from her, but that was difficult on a couch, like the ones in the common room.

"Lavender, use proper grammar, please." Hermione's hands were gripping her book so hard her knuckles were white. Harry was gritting his teeth, chanting to himself in his head.

'Don't kill her, Don't kill her, Don't kill her.'

"It was eventful." Ron attempted to lean further away from the teenage girl; said teen wrapped her arms around his waist, almost climbing onto his lap.

Harry shot out of his chair, glaring murder at Lavender before stomping over to the couch. Hermione, Ginny, and the twins looked on in amusement.

Harry grabbed Ron's other arm, hauling him up and sending Lavender to the ground. He gave her a mockery of a smile, more of a sneer.

"Oh, sorry. I have to talk to Ron about some things." He started to head for the dorm, when Lavender's hand shot out to grasp Ron's robes.

"He doesn't want to spend time with you, you attention-seeking, lying, evil murderer!" The whole common room silenced. While the majority of Gryffindor had not only read, but believed the Daily Prophet, no one had dared to say so right to Harry's face just yet. They were content to talk behind his back.

"Lavender, don't you EVER call him that. Are you incapable of thinking for yourself?" Ron was so angry that he couldn't even manage to find his shouting voice. Lavender shrunk back from him.

The two disappeared upstairs. Once gone, the room exploded in conversations.

"Did you see that? Potter must have brainwashed Weasley-"

"Weasley and Potter have always seemed so close, so of course they're both evil-"

"Maybe Potter is right and the Prophet is wrong. I mean, he's our Savior…"

Hermione and Ginny looked at each other, and then made eye contact with the twins.

This was going to be a hard year.

Ron and Harry were sitting on Harry's bed, the curtains drawn.

"I really don't see why you're freaking out, Harry." Harry was making himself comfortable, obviously intending to go to sleep after this conversation. He was holding his teddy bear close.

"I don't like her, Ron. I don't like her." Harry glared at nothing in particular. "Something's wrong… I don't know what it is… but something is wrong." He frowned. Ron carded his hand through his hair. He recognized this look by now, Harry was going to See something tonight.

Probably something important, something he might not want to See.

"Why do you trust Draco Malfoy?" This was a question that had been bothering him for some time now. This was the perfect excuse to ask it, when neither one wanted to know what Harry might See.

He didn't expect Harry to look that sad.

"I trust him, because he is mine. You asked me once who my love songs were for. I told you they were for my Other. Do you remember?" Ron nodded. "Draco Malfoy is my Other."

"How do you know? When did you find out? You could be wrong-"

"No. I knew the first time I laid my eyes on him. I've known. Ron… please, I haven't seen my Other in such a long time…" Ron looked away.

"Will you ever tell me about you and your Other?"

"Not yet. I can't, but I will. You're my Blood-Brother."

The two shared a bed that night, and Ron was right.

Harry did See something he didn't want to.

A/N: I know you hate me for that cliff hanger. But I had to do it. Review, please!!

See, it made me update faster!