Yo! New chaaaapter! Um, I would like to take this time and thank all of you guy for reading this, so THANK YOU! Anyways, I feel like this story is pretty long, but it might just be me..anyways, HAPPY READING!

"Thank you for all your help!" Harry beamed at the lady who had just handed schedules to the two friends. She nodded back, her eyes blinking rapidly due to the Confundus Charm Draco had just casted. Harry threw the smirking blonde his schedule before shoving his way out of the plain room. "Draco, for the last time, stop using magic!" He hissed at the blonde.

"Ooh, Potter, what are you going to do about it?" Draco taunted, his eyes filled with mirth. Harry sighed in defeat and attempted to compromise.

"You can use magic, but ONLY when we're alone. Got it?" Harry tried to glare threateningly at him, but with Harry's adorable face, it only made Draco laugh more. "Shut it, you git." Looking at his schedule, Harry's eyebrows furrowed when he read the list. "What the heck is calculus? And biology II? Oh cool, gym."

"Potter, I thought you were more knowledgeable in the world of Muggles than I. How is it that I know what those are and you don't? Let me see that paper." The blonde grabbed the paper and stared at it, his brow furrowed. "Well, according to this sheet, I have all these classes with you. Lucky for you, you have the great Draco assisting you. No need to thank me." Smirking, the blonde threw the sheet back to Harry before sauntering off.

"Uh…" Harry stared at his leaving backside for a moment before gathering his wits again. "Wait, do you even know where you're going?" He yelled, scurrying after his retreating friend.

"No, but it's a Muggle infested. How hard would it be?" Not waiting for an answer, the blonde stalked off again, his eyes searching. Harry could only stand there helplessly as he envisioned how their day would be like.

"Malfoy, wait up!"

"I told you, Potter, I would find it. See?" Draco gestured proudly to the bland door that had the label Calculus. Harry sighed wearily and patted the blonde on his shoulder.

"Good job, Malfoy. It only took you about twenty minutes. Or was it thirty?" Ignoring the indignant squawk, Harry squared his shoulders before pushing the door open. He walked through the door and promptly froze when all eyes turned to him. Draco, getting impatient behind him, quickly shoved him away before strolling in pompously.

"Good day to you, Sir Muggle. Where is my table?" He looked around the room before sneering. Hoping to prevent a disaster from happening, Harry sprung into action by wrapping his hand around Draco's mouth.

"Um, sorry about that. I'm Harry and this is Draco; we're new here." He started sweating a little as the stout teacher ambled over to him. "We just moved here, see. We're not real clear about the usual protocol here in the States, so pardon us if we sound a bit rude. We also- MALFOY! Did you just lick my hand?" He dropped the violated limb and wiped it on the blonde's clothes.

"POTTER! This was made in Paris with the finest silk! How dare you-"

"You're the one that licked my hand. My hand!" Harry glared into those silver eyes and for a moment, he felt like he was back in the past when they were archrivals. However, the sound of someone clearing their throat caused him to remember where he was. "Erm, sorry about that. Like I said, not real clear on protocol." The man nodded and pointed to the board.

"I am Mr. Varner, your teacher for this class. It's not very often we get new students, you see. Anyhow, please take a seat anywhere you want." Harry nodded and grabbed the blonde by his arm before forcefully dragging him to the back.

"Sit, Draco!" His friend begrudgingly obeyed and Harry sighed in relief as all eyes turned away. He began scoping out his surroundings, a habit he had formed during the war. There were a few curious eyes looking at him, but he ignored them as he continued looking. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him, and he was about to turn to the front again when he saw a splash of amber out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head fully, Harry let out a small gasp as he saw the pale, marble like male sitting there, looking at the board, bored. Draco heard his small intake of breath and turned to look at him with probing eyes. Harry jerked his head at the male and Draco turned, his eyes growing wide when he saw him.

"What the bloody hell?" Draco hissed. Harry poked him and shook his head.

"Later." He mouthed. Draco nodded and gave the marble man on last suspicious look before facing the teacher. The two of them try to pay attention to the meaningless gibberish the man sprouts out, but they keep stealing glances at the unmoving body. Finally, the school bell rings and they begin to pack up. Harry looks up for one last glance at the male, but to his surprise, no one's at the desk. "What the hell?" Draco looks in the direction his eyes are trained in and sighs.

"We need to talk." Harry nods in agreement, but before they could start, a boy walks up and sticks his hand out towards them.

"Hello, my name is Eric Yorkie. It's not often we get new students." Harry smiled politely and shakes his hand while Draco stares at the limb with disgust on his face. Rolling his eyes, Harry gave the blonde a sharp jab and he groaned.

"Please to make your acquaintance, Mr. Yorkie." Draco smirked and turned away dismissively.

"I'm quite sorry, but my friend here is having some issues with the move. Please excuse us." Harry smiled once more before grabbing Draco. "Let's talk." The two of them went to what seemed like a secluded corner and stood there, listening around. "Okay, no one's here. What in the name was that?" Draco shrugged and Harry groaned.

"I have a hunch, but I'm not exactly sure. I'll have to confer with Mother about this. How about you go to the rest of these classes and I'll apparate home?" Biting his lip, Harry glanced around nervously before consenting.

"Hurry back though. I don't have a good feeling about this." Draco nodded and took his wand from his sleeve. "Not here! What if someone sees you?"

"There's no one here."

"But they might have cameras!"

"What the bloody hell is a camera?" Harry shook his head and pointed outside the school.

"Go outside and then do it. Or better yet, walk home." Draco threw him a dirty look and waved his wand.

"Stop being so paranoid." And with a loud crack, he disappeared. Harry sighed and began walking away and when he turned the corner he saw another pale male, this time with blonde hair, staring at him. Freezing, he could only stare into those amber eyes that held the soul of a fighter.