A/N: Sorry for the delay guys…I have only one good excuse and that's laziness. Since it's summer, I am an excessively lazy person. I can't help it. Well, here's the second chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. I'm just playing.

Warnings: This story contains SLASH. Don't like, don't read.

Pairings: R/Hr, D/H, RL/SB, SS/??

Chapter Two

Harry kept his head down as he shifted through the crowded hallway. He skillfully maneuvered his was to the small office of the school where he was to receive his schedule. Almost immediately, Harry decided that he would stay away from the office as much as possible. The reason for this sudden decision was the secretary, Ms. Mitchell. Ms. Mitchell was an older woman, perhaps sixty or so, and she had very white, very short hair. Her face was embedded with deep frown lines, which caused her to have a strict countenance. Harry currently saw that she was playing a game of solitaire on the school's computer.

"Ms. Mitchell?" he said timidly. This woman was scary! She didn't look up from her computer, however.

"Ms. Mitchell!" he slightly raised his voice.

"What?!" she snapped. Harry had to use every ounce of will power in his body not to jump back and run away.

"I-I need my schedule, ma'am." He replied.

"Wasn't it mailed to you just like all the other students?"

"No, ma'am. This is my first year here."

Ms. Mitchell sighed. Heaven forbid she should actually be doing her job.

"What's your name?" she asked as she shuffled over to the filing cabinet.

"Harry Potter,"

She dug out three folders and walked back over to Harry.

"You got a brother and sister?" she drawled.

"Yes, Ma'am." replied Harry. He sure seemed to be saying ma'am a lot in such a short time.

"Here's yours and your brother and sister's schedules. Give those to them and report to your first period. Now go away." Ms. Mitchell snapped.

Harry didn't need to be told twice to leave. He pushed through the crowds to reach the front doors hoping his brother and sister were out there.

Not one minute later, Michael's Ford F-150 drove through the parking lot blasting that God-awful rap that he liked to listen to. Harry waited patiently for Rose and Michael to amble their selves up to him. Harry shoved their schedules into their hands and made his was back inside. He stepped off to the side as not to get trampled and looked over his schedule. It went as follows:
1.) Accelerated English III/ Ms. McGonagall

2.) U.S. History/ Mr. Binns

3.) Spanish I/ Mr. Lupin

4.) Senior/Junior Lunch/ Study Session/ Ms. McGonagall

5.) Geometry/ Mr. Vector

6.) Visual Art I/ Mr. Black

7.) AP Chemistry/ Mr. Snape

Harry sighed once again and followed his map of the school to his first period teacher's room. When he entered the classroom, the only seats left were in the very front row which frankly, sucked. Harry shuffled his way over to the far left of the classroom and chose the seat next to the wall. He noticed that he was near a girl with brown, bushy hair who had to be reading the most boring- looking book Harry had ever seen. That was the best way to put it. Just then, two boys walked up to the girl.

"Hermione! I thought we told you to save us good seats," said one of the boys. This boy had shockingly bright, red hair and was tall and gangly.

"I did save us good seats, Ronald. The front row is the best place to be able to get one's education to the fullest extent. There are far less distractions," the girl, Hermione, replied. "And there was no 'we said'. Draco likes these seats, doesn't he?"

Harry glanced up at the other boy. He literally had to stop himself from drowning in his own drool. This boy was, for a lack of a better description, drop dead sexy. He was tall, six feet or so. He had thin, aristocratic features, pale skin, platinum blonde hair, a light muscular frame. However, it was none of these things that really caught Harry's attention. It was Draco's eyes. At first glance, his eyes seemed to be a light gray color. If one took a closer look, they'd find that his eyes were in fact silver.

Harry didn't hear Draco's reply to Hermione's question, but he did notice when Draco looked over at him. Harry's breath caught and then quickened as Draco walked over to him.

"Hey!" Draco said. Harry sat frozen to the spot, amazed that someone was talking to him of their own free will. This didn't faze Draco in the slightest.

"You must be new here. I'm Draco Malfoy," Harry blinked. This was highly unusual.

"I'm Harry Potter," mumbled Harry. Draco smiled Harry decided right then and there that Draco's smile was the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen.

"Very nice to meet you Harry Potter." A voice interrupted them.

"Draco? Are you going to introduce us?"

Harry looked over and saw Hermione and Ron looking over at them. Draco smiled again.

"Hermione, Ron. This Harry Potter. He's new here. Harry, these are my best friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley." Draco said. Harry smiled tentatively at the two.

"It's very nice to meet you, Harry." Said Hermione,

"Hey, Harry, let me see your schedule," said Ron. Harry handed it over.

"Awesome! You're in almost every class as me. Instead of AP chemistry, I just have regular Chemistry. You are in every class with Draco, and Hermione only has AP Calculus in stead of Geometry and Band instead of Art."

"Um, that's cool. I guess," Harry said. Draco grinned at this.

"Well, then Harry. I guess you're stuck with me!" Draco said, still grinning madly. Ron laughed at this.

"Now that Draco's sunk his claws into ya, you'll never get away from him!" he exclaimed.

This of course started a friendly banter between the two, Hermione just rolled her eyes at them and engaged Harry into a conversation contrasting non-fiction books and fiction books until Ms. McGonagall walked in and started class.

As he was working on the diagnostic test McGonagall had set for them, Harry thought that maybe, just maybe life in this town wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Well, I hope you guys liked it. Just an interesting fact, but Ms. Mitchell is the secretary at my school and the way I've portrayed her in this story is pretty much exactly how she is in real life. You guys should just be glad you don't have to deal with her. Um, please read and review. Also, if anyone would like to beta, I would appreciate it.

--Alix