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A/N: Now that that's out of my system... thank you to all of you for your many reviews and I would like to point out to those of you that await the transition in which this story can be called a cross over at heart, it is in this chapter. I hope you enjoy this and please excuse the wait...However, to those of you that care you will be happy to know that with the addition of my new computer (Knock on wood), I will be updating much more often than usual.

Well, I'm not going to put any special thanks or anything of the sort out there because I don't have the patience and if I want to awake early tomorrow, nor have I the time. Okay, people, here we go...

(Note: Sexual suggestions will be taken account in the chapter after this one. As this story is rater M/R and -not- NC17, it will be taken down a notch but to those that want full blown 'wizard sex' I would have to suggest another website or you can just email me... )

However, before we continue...

I'd like to point out the numbers between each section.

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This demonstrates time frames in which things take place so you do not get confused as you may while reading this chapter. Each number change shifted the time or the scene. A continuation, or repeating of the number extends the scene or takes place during the time that the number was taking place. For example, Harry may be doing something in a different place than Draco, when the scene shifts to Draco and it is at the same time, the scene number stays the same. I -am- nice but i will not hold your hand and go through each section with you to allow you to better understand the story as i am sure all of you are intellegent enough to do it yourselves. Think of it as a bit of an elementary challenge, as i am sure you'll go through it with ease, this is just a precation to help all of you understand my work to the best of your ability.

If this has just confused you,ignoreit and read to your hearts content,interpreting ithowever you please...

Now...finally...here we go...

Where we last left off...

He gestured with a hand for Potter to lead the way, stepping from the entrance to allow the Golden Boy through, his smirk twitching a bit more as some of Potter's beloved friends swooned, batting eyelashes and giggling, waving at him as he graced the Great Hall with his gaze one final time.

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Alienated, Balding Tension

The entire trip was a complete waste of time to Draco. If only his godfather would have just met them there, he could have spent the entire five hours reacquainting himself with Potter's jean clad form, ripping that god awful piece of shit red shirt he sported into shreds. After all, the baggy clothing did utterly nothing for Potter's quite defined figure. Not to mention the Gryfindor kept shifting uneasily under his constant gaze, he would never tire of tormenting his fuck buddy. Yes, Draco licked his lips again, fuck.

Harry sighed the tenth time since the beginning of their trip. There had been three on the carriage ride to Hogsmeade, five on the train and two on their walk to the secure area, which just happened to be an old building resembling the Shrieking Shack remarkably. He sighed again.

"You know, Potter," Draco whispered to him, Snape a few paces a head as they entered the squeaking house, "if you don't watch it, I'll become accustomed to your sighing." Harry blushed, refusing to acknowledge the blonde's presence, placing another foot or so between them and almost running into Snape. His blush spread down to his jaw when his Potion's professor turned and glowered down at him before looking sharply to his favorite pupil.

"Draco, Potter," he said expectantly. Harry blinked for a moment in confusion, glancing at the blonde in question. Draco pulled Dumbledore's letter from his trench pocket, the parchment neatly folded in two halves, and raised an eyebrow at Harry. The Gryfindor blinked again before shrugging and producing his crumbled version of the letter.

The Slytherin held his out to the professor and Harry mimicked, their professor placed well-balanced hands on both at the same time. The Gryfindor felt the familiar tug behind his navel without the nausea, his feet meeting ground moments before he realized he was no longer 'in Kansas', or, in fact, that he was.

Harry surveyed his surroundings, Snape standing before him, Draco to his right, farm land behind him, barn to his left and large, homely looking house behind Snape, surrounded by a white fence, a smiling woman with deep red hair and a large smile standing on the porch of the yellow house. U, he thought, the type of 'u' you would use toward something craved enthusiastically, he hoped he was staying here.

"Serverus!" The woman jogged down the steps excitedly, coming closer to the three males just outside her gate. Snape turned with a jerk, eyes haven widened seconds before his sharp turn and Draco's attentive eyes filed the action in the back of his mind for later analysis.

"Evans?" Snape whispered, his pale face becoming even paler as he stared, open-mouthed at the woman before him. Harry felt his entire world focus on the woman, her features uncannily familiar.

"It's Kent, now, Sev, Martha Kent, if you must say my last name," her giggle made her seem even younger than what Harry assumed she was and Draco just -had- to ruin his classification of her overly familiar characteristics.

"A pleasure, Ms. Kent," Draco bowed somewhat, stepping up beside his godfather to open the gate and meet the slightly jogging woman a few feet from the gate's opening, "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he lightly grasped her outstretched hand, kissing the knuckles charmingly and flashing her a bright smile. Snape trailed in after Draco, Harry shyly behind him and standing a little to the side. Martha giggles again, rosy cheeks blushing a tad farther and Draco smirked to himself, releasing her hand after staring into her eyes for a bit.

"Well," she laughed, eyes boring into Draco's own just as intensely, which he praised her silently for, bowing his head in respect, "it is very nice to meet you Mr. Malfoy. And you must be," she glanced at Snape for approval, receiving a slight nod, "Mr. Potter?" Harry gazed up at her over the rim of his glasses from the ground, his cheeks blushing at the intense green eyes looking back at him. Now he knew where he'd seen those eyes! They looked at him everyday through his reflection.

"You look just like-,"

"You're mom," she interrupted, stepping to him, "I know." She stared up at him, her short height of about 5'4 leaving her at a disadvantage though he was no less intimidated then had he been staring into Snape's eyes. "I'm your Aunt Martha, Harry," she whispered and moments later he found himself in a bone crushing hug. He had an Aunt Martha? And damn she looked so much like his mom! And why did she have such an intense gaze? And why was his vision swimming?

"For God's sake, Martha, let the boy breathe," a man's voice interrupted the suffocating, but touching, moment. Said aunt released Harry and the Gryfindor took a few craved inhalations before switching his gaze to the porch once more. The somewhat large man bounded down the steps and trotted toward them in a truly manly walk, Harry didn't think anyone could walk more manly than that (which probably said a lot for his sexuality, he thought to himself), grabbing Snape's hand in what seemed an equally manly grip. "Jonathan Kent, nice to meet you, Professor," and his voice was masculine, too, all gruff American accent. Wow, Harry thought, that was a lot of man. "And welcome to our home."

From his position beside his godfather, Draco witnessed the tension of the potions master's shoulders and slight frown of his thin lips. Snape did not like Jonathan Kent that much was noticeable in just his professor's reaction to the firm grip the two exchanged momentarily.

"Draco Malfoy," he introduced himself, holding out his hand to the man after a moment. The farmer glanced at his hand wearily before grasping it firmly and Draco nearly scowled at the uncivilized grip, the sweaty, callous hand in his own making him ache for some sanitizer. He released the man's hand soon after. "A pleasure."

"I'm," Harry cleared his squeaky voice, the octave returning when he next spoke, "Harry Potter," he offered his hand and Jonathan shook it with favor, a wide, friendly smile gracing his features and he liked him instantly, almost as soon as he liked Aunt Martha. That sounded nice. AUNT Martha. Harry grinned stupidly, shaking back with as much fervor.

Draco cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, but where is-," he was cut off by the sound of screeching tires, all heads turning to see a black Porsche skid to a halt in the Kent driveway, the hood of the car down in the autumn air. A bald young man stepped from the car gracefully, removing expensive looking glasses and placing them in the pocket of his black cashmere trench slowly, leaning casually against the car to survey them and placing pale hands in black fitted pants, his tight black shirt alluring.

"Well, well, well," the cool drawl resembled Malfoy's in an alarming fashion and Harry watched as Malfoy's lip curved into a smirk, "if it isn't little cousin, Draco."

"Alexander Luthor, you're looking bald, as usual," Draco drawled in return, gliding from the gate to stand before his cousin, arms crossed casually over his chest.

"And you're 'flaming', as usual," Lex chuckled. Harry felt himself flush at their tones, a tease to each word issued from both pairs of pale pink lips. Though the Luthor guy had no hair it seemed to add to whatever appeal the man had, sparkling blue eyes trailing to his to stare intensely. He didn't think so many people could have eyes like that. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" He tilted his head slightly as his eyes trailed back to Draco's and the blonde's smirk slipped into a barely noticeably smile, similar to that of the one Lex wore. It seemed this Luthor guy inquired as well.

"Oh," Martha seemed to jump back into action, "Lex, this is Professor Serverus Snape and my nephew Harry P…Evans, he'll be staying with us for a while," her slip up seemed graceful enough and Harry noted how out of place himself and the frowning Jonathan were among the intense gazes and inquiring individuals.

"Lex Luthor," he nodded and his body arched slightly from his car to standing, seemingly not pushing. "I would love to stay and chat Mister and Misses Kent but I have some pressing business to attend to. Say hello to Clark for me," with that the black clad, pale, bald man hopped in his car, Malfoy seconds behind in the passengers seat. The Slytherin winked at Harry a nanosecond before the car was off again, departing as fast as it had appeared.

Snape grumbled beside him and nodded to Aunt Martha, disappearing with a pop and leaving a dazed Harry alone with Martha and Jonathan Kent, his apparent uncle and aunt.

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The car ride to Luthor manor was eventful to say the least and dangerous to say the most. Draco, a small smirk of excitement on his pale lips, pushed at every button or upraised object he could reach, which included the stick drive.

"Draco, if you touch another object, I will have to put you in a straight jacket," Lex mused, one arm lazily at the steering wheel as he pushed ninety. Draco merely smirked and pushed the button of the horn on Lex's wheel thing. Lex took a moment to glare at his bubbly cousin.

"Watch out," Draco mumbled, eyes before them. Lex glanced to the road to see Clark standing in the middle of it looking upward. His car came to a screeching halt millimeters from a frozen Clark Kent. Tall, gangly, teenage, red t-shirt, ugly open home-made-jacket and tight jeans Clark Kent.

"Clark," the sigh seemed to snap the dazed boy from his shock and he smiled weakly at Lex before walking around the car to begin his apology. "Shouldn't you be at school?" Lex chuckled. Before he could open his mouth, however, Draco interrupted their little moment, after all, he was a Malfoy, he would –not- be ignored.

"Well, hello," the blonde purred in silk, silver eyes glinting predatorily at the tall raven haired boy next to Lex's side of the car, "Alexander, do introduce me to your handsome young friend," Draco Malfoy lived to tease just as his intonation suggested and he had a thing for youths with black hair and tanned skin. He really would have to catch up with Potter sometime today or tomorrow.

For the first time since Clark had known the Luthor heir, Lex rolled his eyes.

"This, Draco, is Clark Kent, son of Mr. and Ms. Kent, relative of that Evans boy you arrived with. And this, Clark, is my cousin, Draco Malfoy," Lex sighed, fingers tightening somewhat on the steering wheel as Clark leaned over him to shake his cousin's hand, the scent of his younger friend a silent turn-on as it had been for some time. Draco, of course, caught the response, filing it in his slowly filling 'later analysis file'.

"A pleasure." It seemed Draco's favorite phrase. Lex decided to break the moment before his vulture cousin decided Clark was sexy enough to fuck silly, noting to himself that he would have to ask how his cousin could be so utterly gay and not seem too flamboyant, while 'flaming', as they said in England.

"Well, Clark, we have some business to get to, stop by the manor later with your cousin and we'll hang out. Do you need a ride home?" Lex drawled, looking up at Clark with his famous half smile. Clark returned it, shaking his head in the negative before letting go of Draco's hand, extremely aware of the thumb that had been stroking his skin while their hands were connected, somewhat gob smacked. Draco winked at him and Lex sighed for the third time, speeding off with a wave and a 'see-you-later-Clark'.

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Clark shook his head and continued his speed running home. His mom was going to kill him for being late and his dad would have a field day when he told him he had went to visit Lex only to almost get hit by him, yet again. Now he had to meet some cousin from England that showed up with Lex's cousin who seemed nice enough, if not a little -too- friendly. Not to mention it was odd that they showed up at the same time together. And Lex looked great in his all black outfit, as usual. By the time his thoughts came to a calmer trill of contemplation he'd arrived home.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home from the Talon," he called, closing the door behind him.

"It all started out like some porn horror movie with his suave strapping people to the bed and now it's some drama horror movie in which the hero moves to a farm town with nice people. The evil porn star moves with a rich playboy. The hero is ecstatic only to find out that the nice farm people housed some deep dark secret," Clark's ears honed in on the only noise in the house, running water backing the deep alto voice and Clark super ran to outside the bathroom door. "Hosting some alien that will kill us all! Muhahaha!"

Clark snickered silently, shaking his head at the voice behind the door and opening it with a deep breath. "And while the unsuspecting wizard washed, the alien," Harry heard the squeaking door and poked his head out of the shower curtain to see a blur of color, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He waved his hands in front of him, the shower curtain becoming tangled in his arms as he fell over. "Don't eat me! I taste like soap and day old pumpkin juice! Help! Help!" Harry screamed in his teenage squeaking voice.

"No," Clark tried, dodging a flying piece of soap.

"Help, an alien that speaks our language!" Harry exclaimed, "Help me!" the room trembled and Clark looked around in worry before he tossed a pair of glasses that had been resting on the sink at the shower curtain tangled boy. Harry grabbed the thing that hit him on the chest, all the while screaming bloody murder before realizing they were his glasses. He slipped them on his face with one hand still screaming and holding a sponge to protect him in the other had.

His scream was cut off immediately when his eyes focused and he could see Mrs. Kent's son in the doorway, wet from the splaying water and sporting a somewhat embarrassed grin. "Oh, um, hi, Clark, right?" Harry bushed crimson and Clark watched interestedly as the blood rush traveled throughout all of the tan body tangled in the fallen shower curtain. "I'm, um, Harry, from England, your, um, cousin," Harry felt his world tumbling in embarrassment as he attempting to detangle himself.

Clark chuckled and went to help the clumsy boy, careful not to tear the material in the process and freeing him.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Harry," he said nervously after Harry was fully clothed and sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. "Um, why did the room shake when you were screaming?" Harry looked up from his hands and gave him an odd look, tilting his head to the side.

"I'm a wizard," Clark wondered momentarily if the boy hit his head in his thrashing or perhaps he had been like that before the incident, which is why he was screaming in the first place.

"Right," he trailed and took a seat next to the small boy, placing a heavy hand on his delicate looking shoulder though he knew it to be muscled from the episode in the bathroom, "why don't you lay down?"

"How did you dodge my attack so fast?" Harry shot back, glaring at him.

"Reflex?"

"You're not suppose to answer a question with a question," Harry sighed, not sensing any magic from Clark but, also, none of the normal flux waves of a normal Muggle. "I'm a wizard and you aren't a regular Muggle, so spill." Clark seemed uncomfortable and Harry sighed again. "You've seen me starkers, I think all the embarrassment of this situation has been used on me," he prompted, large green eyes staring intently at Clark through his glasses.

"Muggle?" he tried to change the subject.

"Yes. A person with no magical abilities, and you aren't one of them, so what exactly are you, Clark Kent?" Harry stood and turned, standing before him at his height of five feet ten inches. Clark stood, averting his eyes as he did every time someone breeched an uncomfortable subject. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll show you," Harry sighed and waved his hand at Clark's open bedroom door. The wooden slab closed with a bang and Harry motioned with two fingers at the lock, the silver thing turning. Clark blinked and Harry smiled, giving himself a pat on the back in his head at wandless magic. "See, now it's your turn."

"Well," Kent blinked for a moment and shrugged after he ran over the options in his head before deciding, "remember when you screamed that stuff about aliens?" Harry blushed again and nodded. "Well, you weren't completely wrong."

"You mean you're going to eat me?" Harry asked drying and Clark grinned at him, shaking his head.

"I come from a planet called Krypton." With that sentence he splintered a secret it took ten years to tell his best friend and hid from Lana, Lex, and all his other close friends. And he just met Harry. Maybe he should have weighed his options a bit more. Harry blinked at him for a moment then shrugged and flopped down beside him.

"I've believed worse. So, what are you? Like a superhuman?" Harry asked interestedly and poked at him with a long finger. Clark grinned and stood at his six foot five; that was a lot easier than he thought it would be.

"Wanna see?"

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Draco Malfoy was bored. After five hours in Lex's car, five on the porch and about ten around the mansion about the size of his side of the Malfoy Manor, not only was he exhausted, he was utterly bored. His irate cousin had left him in a 'living room' connected to the rest of his quarters with a headache, claiming to retire for the night and continue Malfoy's infatuation with all things Muggle at a reasonable hour. Lex had pouted when he departed, mumbling about something he had to tell the president of several countries to do and then leaving.

Draco had laughed at the idea when his father had first told him. It seemed the Luthors, though pureblood, ruled over the Muggle race without actually ruling over the Muggle race and without the use of magic. It was ironic, really, how his father insisted on destroying all things dealing with the none-magic-patrons of the universe and here, his father's brother, had them all in the palm of his hand. He supposed his uncle and father put a whole new word to sibling rivalry if that was the case. Both striving for control of an entire world and, if he was honest with himself, he would have to say that his uncle had won, judging by Lex's comfortable surroundings and many servants.

Draco breathed deeply, sucking in a large breath and holding it. He wondered idly what Potter was doing. This thought, however, sparked an entire new train of thought, as well as an entire new problem rising between his legs. He wondered if Potter was sleeping, if he was did he sleep naked? Naked with white sheets that contrasted sharply and alluringly with tan skin?

The breath he had been holding left his lips in a huff of irritation and he glazed at the window near the fire place he had been lounging in front of, the black leather of the couch groaning with his movement. The Potter fuck, here he groaned longingly, assaulted him with his sexiness even when he wasn't present. Grumbling, the smell of new morning met his nostrils with the realization of the rising sun and a soft smile curved his lips. Standing from the grove his body had formed he stretched, silk shirt sliding up his pale skin, a yawn flowed from his lips.

His arms dropped to his sides, senses awakening from their soft trill of stillness. He felt as if he had had a full eight hours of delicious slumber, the hard on between his legs shrugged off with a thought of a naked Dumbledore. Yeah, he was that good.

A soft knock interrupted Draco's praises to himself of his knowledge to get rid of an unwanted erection and nocturnal abilities. He glanced at the door and waited patiently for his cousin to enter, knowing without knowing that it was he. The grand door swung open and Lex entered, clad in a tight, gray designer sweater that brought out the gray specks of his blue eyes and black slacks, his half smile covering his thin lips.

"Good morning, Draco," Lex drawled, hands sliding into his pockets, eyes running the length of his cousin's body and raising a thin eyebrow at his ruffled appearance. The blue gaze wept around the room before landing in the grove of the leather sofa. "I trust you did not sleep out here the entire night." Lex swaggered the distance between himself and Draco, looking expectantly up at the somewhat taller boy.

"No, Alexander, I didn't sleep," Malfoy suppressed a sneer at Lex's stated inquiry, reminding himself at, though Lex reminded him so much of his uncle and father, he, like himself, was not made by the man that sired him. "If you'll excuse me, I must make myself presentable. Isn't Uncle Lionel coming to visit, today?" Draco glided to the room Lex had dubbed the bathroom, opening the door and taking in the fine taste for a moment before glancing over his shoulder at his cousin.

Lex had waited patiently until he was acknowledged again, as he knew he would be. He tilted his head to the side slightly before nodding, watching his cousin enter the black tiled room before the door was closed firmly.

"Clark and your friend will be coming by later as well," he called casually through the door, noting the rest of the room appeared as he had left it and the room to his cousin's bedroom had yet to be opened. He heard the shower turn on through the door before turning to leave.

"It's funny how you just assume that Clark boy will come to you just because you told him he could stop by," Draco called after him. Lex chuckled to himself and left, closing the grand door behind with a bang to emphasize his departure to his chuckling cousin, shaking his head in disbelief at the young wizard through the door.

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About nineteen hours prior to this, and about fifty or so miles away, Harry stood in the middle of a field with Clark Kent. The taller boy had, so far, shown his super speed, x-ray vision, and strength of running the both of them to the middle of a beautiful green field, telling Harry he liked wearing boxers, too, and tossing Harry about twenty feet into the air, catching him. After the display of his third power, Harry had been somewhat weary to witness the rest but, nonetheless, eager.

"I can set things on fire with my eyes, too," Clark laughed. The sound reminded him of Ron when he was really eager to show something he was good at or had won yet another game of chess against Harry. Harry looked up at Clark and smiled widely, nodding in encouragement at the boy across from him even though the only thing boyish about Clark was his face.

For a moment, in which Clark set a few random branches on fire, Harry forgot all about the war and why he was in America, in Kansas, in Smallville with an alien from some planet that had been destroyed, according to Clark. "Are you okay? Am I freaking you out?" Clark's voice broke through his melancholy thoughts, his sad smile lightening at Clark's concern. He shook his head hard in the negative. "Want me to show you something else?" So this was what it was like to have a cousin that cared? Hell, yeah! He felt giddy all of a sudden.

"Hey, do you think your mum would mind if we went into town?" Harry asked, eager to meet the friends Clark spoke so fondly of. The tall boy nodded and, checkered fleece and all, picked Harry up wedding style, running, super speed in the direction of town.

Nineteen hours later found Harry snuggling into Clark's blankets, covering his head from the rising sun and enjoying the second peaceful slumber of the past two years.

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Harry awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon, the high notes of the scent tingling his nose as he sat up groggily and slipped on his glasses. Making a mental note to thank Clark for allowing him the use of his bed, he grinned stupidly to himself, swinging his legs over the edge of the large, fluffy bed. His feet dragged somewhat across the carpeting of the floor, the fluffy royal blue of it a comfort in it's own. He scratched his chest sleepily, making his way down the steps with all the grace of a newly awakened teenage boy. Turning, he blinked for a moment, feeling his face heat up as well as the rest of his body when Clark turned, staring at him along with some dark haired girl standing near the counter where a warm breakfast awaited him.

"Um…you're awake," Clark smiled awkwardly for him, stepping forward somewhat. Harry crossed his arms nervously over his tan chest; trying to cover the top half of his boxer clad body the best he could.

"Yeah, I think I'll go put some clothes on now that I have utterly embarrassed myself," Harry muttered, his accent coloring his words as he turned sharply and bounded up the steps with an apologetic smile to Clark and his company.

Not that Lana felt there was any need for an apology of any sort. Clark's cousin was almost as built as Clark himself, if not a bit lanky though he was about as tall as her. She allowed a shudder through her person when he turned away to leave, his sharp green eyes brighter than even Clark's, which said something as she found herself losing herself in them more than often these days.

His tan was a bit darker than Clark's, an almost bronze brown which reminded her of Pete but not enough to where she would question if he were black or white. And that chest, if she hadn't seen Clark's own eight pack and ripping pecks she would have sworn that the lean muscle wrapped in leathery looking skin was not normal in it's enticing appeal. What –was- it about Kent men? And he looked –so- familiar.

"Lana?" she hadn't noticed staring after him until Clark placed a warm hand to her shoulder. Damn, she had glimpsed the teen's fingers, all long and strong, just like Clark's. She shuddered again, turning big eyes up to her multi-savior as the rode her thoughts were taking were a bit disloyal to Jason and she couldn't have that. No, she couldn't, could she?

"Yes, Clark?" The same calculating look Clark obtained when he was suspicious ghosted over his narrowed eyes, sending a pang of guilt through her at eyeing his younger cousin so readily with no regard for his age or for her own boyfriend.

"Are you okay?" Clark removed his hand nervously as always and she smiled as reassuringly as she could, placing her hands in her pockets and shrugging her shoulders, her plate of hair bouncing slightly at the movement as she looked up at him.

"Fine, Clark, just a little absent minded. Make sure to tell your mom I stopped by," she trailed, turning smoothly in her Lana grace and leaving with a smile to Clark. He stared after her, brow furrowed as he entertained the idea of Lana having interest in his sixteen-year-old cousin.

"She left already?" Harry's voice broke through a disturbing image of Lana wooing his cousin. Clark turned and raised both eyebrows in surprise. Harry was drowning in one of his farm jeans though the loose fitting blue shirt that was somewhat tight on him rectified the largeness of them. He nodded and Harry sighed, his shoulder's slumping slightly before he shrugged. "Oh, well. I just wanted to patch my broken pride at standing in my boxers in front of a girl I never met before," his sigh was lighthearted and somewhat playful as he almost skipped to the counter, plopping in the nearest chair which happened to be across from where Clark stood. "This for me?"

Clark nodded again, tilting his head to the side in interest as he took a seat across from his cousin, curious despite himself about Harry. The previous day they had glossed over him being a wizard and there was the very small demonstration but the better part of the day had been spent on him.

"Yeah, Mom said to help yourself, I already ate so dig in," he prompted when Harry just looked at him. The shorter male needed no other encouragement and did just that, starting with flying toast crumbs, shredded bacon and vacuumed eggs. By the time Harry slowed down enough to speak around a mouth full of toast and eggs, Clark was covered in as much food as a five year old could consume by him. "Hungry?"

Harry's blush froze his ravenous appetite and he swallowed largely before wiping his mouth with a near by napkin.

"I think so," he chuckled, grinning at Clark's food clothing before waving a hand at him, the bits of food disappearing to leave Clark as clean as he had been previously which is about how clean a superhuman that works on a farm can be.

"Alright, you wanna explain to me about your world?" Clark asked patiently and Harry's grin fell somewhat though he found relief in someone actually asking instead if inquiring. This relief opened new windows of thought, which he promptly shut in order to save himself the headache. He thought for a moment, running over the options of denying everything, beating around the bush or being straightforward. Deciding on his last choice he sipped at his orange juice and nodded.

"Where to begin…" Harry trailed, standing up with his dishes and moving to the sink. Back facing Clark, he began. "Firstly, my name is Harry Potter, not Harry Evans. Evans was my mother's last name and if you don't know already, I'm an orphan. My parents were killed by an evil guy named Voldemort whose basically some crazy fuck that thinks he can take over the world if he can just kill me and all the Muggles in existence." He turned to make sure Clark was listening to see him facing him, elbows resting on the counter, head tilted to the side as he studied him. Harry blushed at the close scrutiny turning back to the dishes.

"Okay," the taller boy pronounced slowly, nodding, "go on."

By the time Harry had completed his life's tale, Clark had his elbows on his knees, his head tilted all the way to the side in a somewhat wistful expression. Harry had, of course, left out the more embarrassing details only going as far as Cho's wet kiss and Draco's obvious seduction.

"And now I'm here because the Ministry finally decided to put me in the Wizard Protection Program (WPP) because -Malfoy-, of all people, needs protection and if the resident son of the most powerful Death Eater needs protection, then surely the Boy-Who-Lived does as well," he mumbled to himself in an impeccable 'run-on' sentence. Harry stopped scrubbing the immaculate counter and took a breath, tossing the worn rag into the sink and turning around to face Clark.

He exhaled loudly, wiping his hands on his jeans with an expectant look to the silent alien. Clark blinked once, then again and Harry wondered briefly if he did that when he was confused or trying to take something in that was particularly difficult to process. At least that was what he supposed he would do, after all, Clark -did- remind him of himself more often then not.

"Yeah, you do blink a lot when your confused or surprised," Clark grinned suddenly, standing to allow full power to his megawatt smile, "and you talk to yourself when you're nervous or have a lot on your mind." The jibe lightened Harry's mood considerably and he returned the smile, convinced the room brightened a watt or two when they shared the flex of mouth muscles and flash of teeth.

"And how would you know, you've only known me for a day," Harry teased, sticking out his tongue childishly as he grabbed one of Clark's fleece/ jacket/ checkered wear hanging from one of the hooks by the door.

"I know you have a thing for my clothes," Clark pointed out good naturedly, grabbing the one beside it. It did not pass either mind that they shared an unspoken agreement to head out for the day.

"Yup. So, where to, today, mate?" Harry pointedly ignored the use of his best friend's favorite pet name for him and shrugged, pulling on Clark's large fleece with a big smile to the owner of said outerwear.

"I thought we'd stoop by the loo for some tay," Clark's horrible British accent and misplaced words caused an uproar of laughter from his companion. He smiled broadly when the Gryfindor calmed down enough to breath normally, locking the door and bounding down the steps after him. "Wanna meet my friend, Lex, Hare?" He asked conversationally, opening the gate for the slightly bouncing boy. Harry shrugged cheerfully, wrapping both arms around Clark's neck the best he could when they stood from the gate. Clark's blush spread from his neck to rest on his cheeks, a confused blink of the eyes accompanying his flush.

"Sweep me away you big strong, beastly, He-man you," Harry sighed dramatically, batting his eyelashes in large flutters and innocent widening. Clark chuckled to himself, shaking his head in a question of the boy's sanity before sweeping him off his feet and running full speed.

"With what you've been through, I'm surprised you have enough humor left to play like that," the words tumbled from his mouth unbidden, immediately regretting them when his thought process kicked in. Harry stared at him for a moment, his expressive eyes closing off momentarily before they brightened once more, the grin from his face purposeful as he snuggled into Clark's arms that acted as a sort of tight crib for his upper body and part of his thighs.

"I know I'm wonderful," Clark's laughter couldn't really be heard at that speed, no better than the flap of a humming bird's wings.

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Draco Malfoy was not a very affectionate individual. In fact, the most affection he showed, in any case, usually took place behind closed, locked and barred doors in which he would share a distant 'I love you' with his mother or an 'I admire you' with his father. Then there were the occasional sweet nothings dished to the many fucks under his expensive belt and, lastly, his brotherly air with Lex Luthor, the only cousin not above thirty or below fourteen, and, by far, the favorite of the bunch.

This love for his cousin did not just appear one day, no. After all, Lex was destined to destroy all mankind and be surrounded by blood and roses, and Draco was destined to destroy all good things in the world, from plants to creatures to the very water he drank and be surrounded by the waste he created readily, both committing their crimes with their family smirk. This had been seen. It might have taken the deaths of three Seers and one non-magical human but it had been seen.

Some how, both aristocrats had known they were alike in their 'evil' and had taken to each other the moment they met at Draco's birth, Lex already about four. That was strange for Malfoy and Luthor men as they were cold toward everyone else. Draco didn't even like his mother when she first held him as he had been told, and yet, Lex had become the center of his world when he held no knowledge of it. And the same went for Lex, if not more so as he had more time to refuse the world around him, four years to reject both his mother and father before Draco. It seemed the addition of each other had warmed something, somewhere, which, after their first meeting, caused the two to be quite pleasant children though practically inseparable.

The opening of a door interrupted Draco's musings as well as the comfortable silence between his cousin and himself as they relaxed in Lex's nicely furnished office. Grey eyes slid gracefully to the door, blue eyes already settled on the aging form of his Uncle Lionel. Draco allowed a smirk to curve the corner of his lips, rising to properly greet the old man for the first time in years, as Lex preferred to visit him of his own accord and had not brought his father with him. He formally outstretched his hand, patiently waiting as the man's wrinkled eyes surveyed him, the thin lips pursing over his trimmed facial hair.

"My how you have grown," Lionel's deep voice seemed to lessen his age, reminding the blonde distinctly of his father, "you've nothing but a handshake for your uncle, Draco," Lionel smiled. The sight was somewhat strange, but warmed him, as it had not done in other meetings with his uncle. He wrapped his arms around the man, and though it felt utterly wrong to have physical contact to such an extent that was not with a lover, it was kind of nice.

The young Malfoy heir suppressed a shiver of disgust when he thought of his uncle that way, the much older man holding on longer than necessarily, even if it was the first hug he had given an old person. He reminded himself to stop hugging old people as well as pay attention more to his surroundings instead of falling into ways that will disgust him farther.

"Father, I had no idea you were that affectionate," Lex's voice seemed to brighten Draco's day from the dullness it had adopted when Lionel entered the room and he told him so through one of their many shared looks. "Why don't you take a seat and we'll catch up?" Lex gestured to the seat across from Draco's previous seat, perching himself on the edge of what the blonde had dubbed 'Draco's chair'.

Lex had always been rather possessive of anything resembling a friend. He had witnessed it with Clark when he leaned over to shake the boy's hand, even when Lex spoke to Clark his voice held a desperate tone he used very seldom in casual speech, yet often in personal conversations with Draco that screamed to Draco's trained ear 'don't let me hurt you, too.' He experienced it in everyday life when visiting Lex or when Lex was visiting him, as if he wanted Draco all to himself and anyone that wasn't as important or more important than Draco was a potential threat. This was the case with his father.

"So, what have you and your father been up to for the past twenty four months, time passes too quickly, does it not?" Lionel's voice only echoed in his mind and he gave the appropriate response. He did not dwell on it and allowed his mind to finish it's thought process before immersing himself in his relatives' conversation on politics in both worlds when Lionel asked if Lucius had taken over yet.

Lionel's feelings for his nephew were not always clearly innocent in affection and Draco got the distinct feeling of an underlying attraction, which made him encourage Lex's protective genes. If Lex had to resort to short comments and extensive sarcasm to 'protect' Draco from Lionel, he would not object in any way or form. Nope.

Draco scowled slightly at the word, playing it off as a dislike for something the elder had said about Muggles when his lips actually formed the trademark facial feature while his mind followed a different train of thought. The word had sounded entirely too much like a certain raven haired Gryfindor and he groaned mentally, this just would not do. He did not notice the minute look Lex tossed his way a moment before he pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind.

You know you liked it (grinning madly). What you have just read is what I meant by taking it down, the rest of the story should flow much the same but, because I don't know which rating is which I can't guarantee that there will be no lemony goodness in later chapters (hinting).

I'm going to go through this again, just so i don't get any reviewsstating a choas of confusion other than what i expect to be confusing.I'd like to point out the numbers between each section.

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This demonstrates time frames in which things take place so you do not get confused as you may while reading this chapter. Each number change shifted the time or the scene. I -am- nice but i will not hold your hand and go through each section with you to allow you to better understand the story as i am sure all of you are intellegent enough to do it yourselves. Think of it as a bit of an elementary challenge, as i am sure you'll go through it with ease, this is just a precation to help all of you understand my work to the best of your ability

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