A/N: I am deeply sorry for not updating. It's been really hectic and agh. Fuck it, my dad didn't even call or text me to wish me a Merry Christmas. Maybe he'll forget my brithday too. Ok sorry, I'm trying not to let him bother me on Christmas. Oh yeah! MERRY CHRISTMAS MY LOVELY READERS. Guess what?! I got a new lappytop and am very entertained with it. In fact, when I opened it this morning I got a new found inspiration to continue this lovely fic haha. By the way, some of you may not like this chapter but the next few are instrumental (went back and fixed that, haha, a reviewer caught my mistake, I wasn't paying attention. A song came on that had that word and I think I must've typed it when I heard it) to my plans for Harry and Draco. Oh, and a little shout out here. LittleThingsToMakeYouSmile, you are seriously my favorite reviewer. Like I literally sit there when I update and wait for you to review because they make me so happy and giddy inside. Your last review made me so happy haha. I loved it, I LOVE YOU, OK?! LET ME LOVE YOU. *makes grabby hands* Ok, uh, excuse that, I'm having a moment. I have a request for you all! I want you all to review your favorite gift you got for Christmas! (or Hannukah, but that's already passed). So how does that sound, hmmm? It may give me an incentive to update by my birthday which is in THREE DAYS, otherwise known as the 28th of December. I also want you guys to try and figure out how old I am. This should be fun, no?

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Warnings: You may all hate me for this chapter. /ollies into the sun

Harry groaned and slapped his obnoxious alarm clock. What he wasn't expecting, however, was for his alarm clock to hit him back. He blearily looked up at his attacker and recognized the shock of blonde hair as Draco.

"What the hell Dray?" his deep, sleepy baritone rang through the room and he shoved his glasses onto his face.

"Get up Harry. The train leaves in two hours. Aren't you excited to start your fifth year?" Draco responded teasingly. They both knew that fifth year meant O.W.L's. He groaned once more and sat up. He thought back to his first year, well, technically he was a third year but it was his first year there. It had gone by pretty quickly and he had made some great friends. And then there was Draco. His very own platinum blonde angel. He shook his head slightly and shooed Draco from his room, mumbling a half-assed excuse about needing to shower and change. Once the blonde was gone, he allowed himself to think about his relationship with Draco. Though there had definitely been some serious flirting when they first met, it seemed that it never really went any further. And for some reason, it bothered Harry. He had thought that he and Draco would get together at some point, but they had never really gotten past the flirting and shortly into their fourth year the blonde had gotten together with Blaise Zabini.

He sighed as the jets of hot water coursed down his back and he lathered his hair up with the expensive shampoo his godfather's house always seemed to have an endless supply of. He allowed a small frown to cross his lips as he thought of Draco and Blaise. It wasn't like he didn't like Blaise, quite the opposite. He was a really sweet boy and doted on his Draco, but that was the point, really. He was so blindingly jealous of them. Everyone wanted him simply for the fact that he was "The Boy Who Lived" and he'd never had a substantial boyfriend. He thought back to some of his own boyfriends, one including Cedric Diggory who had won last year's Triwizard Tournament. He was a nice fellow from Hufflepuff, but he had been almost three years Harry's senior and the brunette wasn't ready for some of the things Cedric wanted. So they broke up on a mutual level and still wrote occasionally.

He finished packing up his trunk the minute Remus knocked on the doorframe to tell him it was time to go. He made his way downstairs to say goodbye to Dudley (who Sirius allowed to visit over the summer) and forced a smile when he noticed Blaise had come to pick Draco up. Ok, well, not pick up necessarily, but he was going to the station with them and Harry once more felt a pang of jealousy as Blaise pecked Draco on the cheek. He listened as Sirius explained that he would be dropping off Dudley after popping them over to the train station, and from there would apparate to Hogsmeade (Remus would be riding the train with another teacher). He averted his gaze to meet Remus's knowing eyes. The sandy haired man gave him a look that clearly told him that it was his fault for not making a move. Harry sighed and grabbed his bags in one hand and Remus's arm with his other. He watched Draco and Blaise grab hold of Sirius and they apparated away, but not before Harry gave Dudley a firm hug and a "Write soon!."

Draco's eyes wandered over to Harry and he frowned slightly as he noticed the other's upset countenance.

"Harry? You okay?" His voice rang out softly through the compartment they were sharing on the train. Harry's eyes snapped up to meet his and the brunette gave him a half-hearted smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Dray, I'm fine." He cast his eyes downward as Blaise re-entered the compartment and returned his attention to his book. The blonde accepted a kiss from his boyfriend, and as usual, he didn't feel the spark, not like he used to anyways. The one person he wanted seemed to not want him back. It was disheartening to say the least. But he had to move on, and if moving on meant being with someone to distract himself from Harry, so be it. With newfound determination, he turned his face towards Blaise and kissed him hard on the mouth. Blaise seemed surprised at the unwarranted display of affection, but reciprocated nonetheless. But the whole time, Draco didn't open his eyes once, for he was afraid that when he did, the man he was sharing a kiss with, wouldn't be the one he wanted.

Harry all but slammed his book shut and mumbled some excuse about wanting to go see some of his other friends. He dropped his book onto the seat and hastily left the compartment. Harry felt the now expected bubble of jealousy roil in his stomach and tried desperately to locate his friend Luna Lovegood. Luna was a rather strange girl, always going on about some imaginary creatures that no one seemed to be able to see but her. But Harry supposed extraordinary claims had extraordinary evidence. He slowed his pace, noticing for the first time that he was all but running down the hallway of the train. Harry barely had time to think as he crashed into a rather pretty girl with honey brown curls and warm brown eyes donning Gryffindor attire.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Um, let me help you up Ms..?" It finally occurred to Harry that he had no clue who the female was, but she seemed to be rather bookish for a Gryffindor (all the books he had caused her to drop were a dead giveaway). She giggled softly and stood up brushing off her modest skirt. It was a nice change, he thought. Most of the girls spelled their skirts to barely cover their bums. He stood back up and handed her the small (but substantially sized) stack of books.

"Hermione." She said kindly. He was pleased to see that she didn't fawn over him like most girls. "Hermione Granger." He smiled back.

"Well it's very nice to meet you, Ms. Granger. Would you mind so terribly if I escorted you back to your compartment?" He asked a teasing grin plastered across his lips. Her giggle resonated around the hallway, causing a few passing males to glance over appreciatively. She seemed oblivious to the unwanted attention and grasped Harry's proffered arm.

"Why thank you kind sir." She responded with a faux snobbish tone. They made idle conversation on the way back to her compartment and found that they had a mutual friend in Luna. His grin widened, Luna seemed to make a habit of having at least five or six friends in each house and even the majority of the Slytherin's liked her well enough.

"Oh! Hello there, Harry." Luna's musical voice floated into his ears and he smiled broadly at her. He crossed the compartment and enveloped her in a bear hug, having not seen her all summer. She laughed softly and returned the hug gracefully, pale arms wrapped tightly around his torso. He held her for a bit longer before she pulled away. She introduced him to a tall black teen named Dean Thomas and Dean's best friend Seamus Finnegan. Then there was the twins Fred and George Weasley who he had seen around the castle causing general mischief and mayhem. He thought back to the Invisibility Cloak hidden away in his trunk. He had never really used it and figured he'd let the twins know of its existence if they became close friends. He withheld a sigh, as his train of thought left him thinking of his best friend and crush Draco. He'd wanked to the thought of the blonde on more than one occasion, especially when he was younger and had less control over his "raging hormones". He wondered if Draco had ever thought about him that way, but shrugged it off. He shouldn't be thinking about his best friend like, that wouldn't do him any good.

About an hour later he excused himself to go back to his original compartment to change for school. He left the small room with promises to see them at the feast, and no he wasn't aware of the wrackspurts buzzing about him. He skillfully located Draco (and unfortunately Blaise, not that he would voice that opinion) and blanched as he saw a half-naked Draco and a fully dressed Blaise laughing. Blaise was tickling the half-naked blonde with unrelenting fervor and Draco looked as though he couldn't breathe from laughing so hard. Blaise left a small trail of kisses up the side of Draco's neck and the blonde flushed deeply, the light pink flush creeping up his neck. Harry cleared his throat awkwardly and the couple whipped around to face him.

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry. We got, uh, a little distracted." Draco's voice was tinged with embarrassment—whether it was at the position he was caught in, or who caught him Harry would never really figure out. The blonde pulled on his shirt and buttoned it up, tying his tie with a certain ease and perfection that both Blaise and Harry envied.

"It's fine, Dray." He let a dry chuckle escape his throat and silently moved to get dressed. He could feel eyes watching his admittedly muscled and toned back as he took off his shirt and replaced it with his school shirt, but he was too chicken shit to turn around and find out which of the teens it was. He let out an inaudible sigh and quickly finished. He slung his tie around his neck, and turned back around to see the others dressed in their full Slytherin regalia.

"Hey, Dray? Can you help me with my tie?" But the words didn't leave Harry's mouth, it was Blaise who had said them, and to Draco it sounded completely wrong. The blonde's back stiffened and Blaise immediately looked worried, but not regretful of what he had said.

"D-don't call me Dray." Harry and Blaise's eyes snapped towards the blonde. The words were soft but they rang clearly through the quiet compartment. Harry shot Draco a questioning glance. But Draco wasn't looking at him, he was boring holes into his boyfriend.

"Then why does Harry get to call you that?" Blaise's eyes narrowed at Draco, but the other teen wasn't backing down. Harry sucked in a breath. The disdain with which Blaise had said those words was clearly heard by both Harry and Draco and the brunette desperately hoped Blaise would take back what he said—but he didn't.

"Harry gets to call me that for a lot of reasons that don't concern you and I don't have to explain my choices to you, Blaise." Draco said. His tone was firm and left no room for argument, and the usually warm eyes were steely. Blaise seemed a little taken aback, but he sighed in submission. Draco stepped towards his boyfriend with a sigh of his own and grasped the green and sliver tie. He did it up swiftly and gave Blaise a small smile, pecking him on the lips.

"There we go. That's not so hard." He flashed a teasing grin at the other male to which the brunette mumbled something unsavory about ties ruining his life. Draco merely chuckled and stepped over his sleeping cat (Severus had reluctantly purchased the fluffy creature) and did up Harry's tie as well.

"Thanks, Dray. I have a feeling you'll be doing our ties up for years to come." Harry gave the blonde a sheepish grin but the blonde merely waved it off stating that Harry would be nowhere without him. Harry made a show of calling Draco by his favored pet name and inwardly cheered every time Blaise's eyes narrowed slightly in frustration. It was a small victory on his part and he was going to enjoy every second of it. He grinned widely to himself as Draco animatedly talked to him about the latest Quidditch match the two had attended while Blaise sulked quietly in his seat. Harry blew a chunk of hair out of his eyes. It was going to be a long year. But he had no idea how true that statement was.

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