Drake, Wake up. Drake! WAKE UP!!

"Nzzssfunta?" Draco blearily opened his eyes. What. The. Fuck. IS WRONG WITH YOU? He tried to get his heart rate under control but failed miserably as he panted with shallow breaths.

Draco sighed when he felt his Link recoil from the severity of his words. Look, I'm sorry. You just startled me and I'm not a morning person. You know that. What's up?

Draco continued to feel the hurt and the scared reaction as Link withdrew into his shell again. Link, you stupid git. We've talked about this. I'm sorry. Forgive me? Please tell me what you just had to tell me at five o' fucking clock in the morning.

I…I can do wandless magic.

Seriously? No shitting me?

Nope. Look.

Draco was sent spiraling over the link to watch through his Link's eyes as he felt the power erupting from not his hands, but he felt it. He watched as the Bertie Bott's Beans flew around the room, in faux quidditch formations.

Shite Link. That's amazing. Only a handful of wizards are powerful enough to do that.

Draco sent a huge burst of pride and excitement towards the other side, getting only happiness and affection in return.

This is SO cool!

Yeah. Imagine all the pranks we can pull on the Golden Trio.

Or that I could pull on you.

Draco sent a mock hurt feeling across the link, and he only got a smug feeling back. You claim you're not in Slytherin, but you sure play dirty like one.

Know thy enemy and all that jazz.

Aha! So you ARE Gryffindork!

Not necessarily. You're just an evil git. So therefore, you naturally become anyone with a heart's enemy.

Draco felt a little hurt and Harry apologized. Draco yawned, realizing he'd never get back to sleep and he continued to talk to Link until he was summoned for final instruction before departing to Hogwarts later that day.

That was so boring. No fireworks? No, if you do not obey me you shall die a thousand deaths? Merlin, he really is slipping with old age, or is that just the madness?

Draco laughed. No fireworks are best. The only time he does fireworks is if he suspects something. And the whole death by torture into insanity thing is implied in the sign-up sheet.

Are you telling me there's a How-to-Advance In Death Eater Ranks book?

No, are you stupid? Once you finally find a niche you're not going to give it to anyone else.

But of course, how silly of me. Would you like me to include that you've gotten quite familiar with the ongoings of the Manor? Because that's pretty imperative. You'll probably be able to give me a full schedule at school right?

Sure thing. We will meet soon you know. I'm going to meet you and hang out with you if it's the last thing I do.

Oh it just may be.

A feeling of question came in through the link, but nothing more. Both said goodbye to eachother and parted ways so that they could pack properly and get to the train.

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"Another year. Blimey, mate. I wonder why Dumbledore hasn't made you a prefect yet. You should be." Ron Weasley scratched his nose, reclining in their "usual" compartment on the Hogwarts express, feet up on the opposite-facing seat, arm slung lazily behind Hermione's seat.

Harry smiled his inner glee enormous. This is so mean, Drake. They are going to die.

Oh yeah? You don't sound too sorry. You want to do this so bad it's not funny. Let them have it. I want to hear the screams of amazement from the back compartment.

Harry laughed slightly, but took on a slightly serious note as he answered Ron's statement. "Ron, he's probably figured I'll be wrapped up enough as it is. He's only being reasonable not stacking yet another duty on me. I think it's the smartest thing he's done for me yet."

Harry looked even more nervous, and spread a silencing charm on the compartment. Hermoine noticed this development out of the corner of her eye and leant forward. "Is there anything you need to tell us Harry?"

"Well duh Hermoine. That's why I cast the silencing spell." A thwack later and a much abused looking teen rubbing his head, she stuck out her tongue and refused to apologize. "You deserved it, you prat." "Gee thanks Hermoine. I'll be sure to put some Foul-Breath-Er-All in your mouthwash and time it so that when you pucker up with Ron here you'll smell like a rotten lawn gnome on a hot summer's day."

A mild hexing fight later, Harry and Hermoine collapsed in mirthful laughter as Harry couldn't stop laughing because Hermoine eventually gave up on her wand and tickled him until he nearly peed himself.

The laughter died, and Harry once again turned serious. "Guys, I have to show you something. I know you may not like it…but it's who I am okay? It's who I've wanted to be for a long time."

Hermoine looked thoughtful and Ron looked wary. The shriek from Hermoine was a high enough octave to literally rattle the windows of the train. She just sat there after a few minutes, not daring to talk, as she just stared, for once not being able to talk after the glamour had been dropped.

Ron, just sat there, not really processing what happened, until a small, "Bloody hell Harry! You've changed!" emerged from his slightly paler lips. Harry grinned for all he was worth.

Hermoine had this vacant stare, not even responding until she was pinched by Ron. "What?? Oh.. Harry..You've changed. Definitely. Gorgeous. Fuckable. Definitely." "HERMOINE!" An outraged exclamation from Ron warranted Hermoine a heated blush. "Well you're more handsome Ron. But Harry is …. Harry is beautiful." Ron was grumpy until Hermoine showered him with kisses, as Harry just smiled and ribbed Hermoine for all she was worth.

"So what did you get for your one month anniversary?" Hermoine blushed and kissed the corner of Ron's mouth and said excitedly. "Oh Harry! It was soooo romantic! He gave me a dozen charmed roses and then, oh it is just so very pretty. There's this animated crystal rose that goes through the cycles of growth, starting at when it buds going through the bloom, losing flowers and then just starting all over again. I just love it!"

While she was exclaiming of her good fortune to have such a considerate and romantic boyfriend, Ron mouthed "Thank you" over her head. Harry nodded imperceptibly at least for Hermione's noticing.

As the trio quietly talked to eachother, Ginny burst into the room holding Neville's hand. Finally. Jesus. It seems all the Weasley's move at a slug's pace. Better late than never though. Harry shook his head and smiled.

She began to chatter animatedly with Hermoine, embracing her tightly and gabbing at a high pace that only girls could talk in, nevermind actually understand. She stopped mid-breath when she looked over at Harry. Her scowl deepened and she tutted at her brother and his girlfriend.

"I thought you guys were loyal Gryffindors, now I see you've turned against us and started hanging out with snakes." She said snakes like it was a disgusting piece of refuse. Harry arched an eyebrow and looked at her contemptuously, "So much for the open-mindedness of Hogwarts. I see where true colors really lie. In petty house rivalry."

Ginny gasped in outrage as she reached for her wand. Somehow, when she looked down, it sprang from her hands and landed on the floor, rolling neatly to Harry's languidly stretched out body. He picked her wand up, playing with it in between her fingers idly for a few moments. "One must be careful with what they do with their wands. Don't want this sloppy work to affect you in the war, now do you?" He tossed the wand back at her.

Ginny glowered thunderously and the Weasely temper flared. "How dare you! Who do you think you are? Some kind of king? I'll let you know that in Hogwarts you won't be treated nearly so kindly as these forgiving souls do," she gestured to Ron and Hermoine wildly, "You will find quite a lot of enemies with that attitude you pompous – "

"Gin. Cut the crap. The only king around here is Ronniekins, and you know that. I do believe you remind him on a daily basis." Her eyes widened to saucer plates as she looked closely as the handsome devilish figure in front of her….but those eyes…. "HARRY?!?!"

Harry was hit so hard he grimaced, but that didn't stop him from falling off the seat laughing, tears in his eyes for the second time that day. "Ow..ow.. ow my side. Wait a second…" And he burst into laughter some more. It took quite a while for Harry to settle down, but once he did he gave Ginny a huge hug as she pouted. "I'm sorry Gin. You know I love you. But that was just too good to pass up.. Oh Merlin your face was priceless." "Well if you're quite done making a mockery of me." Harry kissed her cheek and saw Neville go white. He grimaced. "Sorry mate. She's like a sister nothing more. I didn't mean to worry you or anything. I know she's a taken woman."

Ron stopped mid-snog with Hermoine and sat straight up. "Wait..what do you mean woman?" One could almost see the wheels turning in Ron's brain as he processed and reprocessed the information. "Wait a tic….TAKEN!?!?"

Oh…life can be good.

Wanker. I'll find out by the end of tomorrow who you are. You promised. And why didn't I hear any shrieks?

Silencing spell. And indeed you will.

Git.

Harry laughed again and settled down to watch the show.

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The Hogwarts train arrived on time, being ushered towards the Welcoming Feast he felt a small spark of nostalgia as he remembered how scared and awe struck he was when he first walked into the Great Hall, just as the youngest students seemed to evidently be. The glamour recast, much to his dismay, he realized he'd only start wearing his style until Draco realized and accepted who he was.

A slew of new students came to Hogwarts, despite the upcoming war. It sort of lurked everywhere nowadays, just behind the scenes, sort of like an anxious starlet waiting for her cue.

After much celebration in Gryffindor well into the night, the link chatter was rather quiet tonight. Harry's brow creased into a frown and closed his eyes in the now silent dormitory, well silent as silent can be with Ron's snoring.

Draco? You okay?

What? Hmmm? Fine Link. Just relaxing with my fellow snakes.

Why do I have a strong suspicion that involved alcohol?

Because you're absolutely right.

You're still up though? Shouldn't you be in bed?

For what? Classes don't start until Wednesday. I can sleep until noon.

Oh. Okay then. I just wanted to meet you in private, that's all.

No need. I'll know when I see you.

Okay then. Have it your way.

Harry turned to his side in his bed, rather grumpy and anxious and worried as all hell. Draco, in his alcohol-induced state was tempted to keep talking, but decided to let it drop when his Link obviously cut the connection.

Merlin. As long as it isn't a Weasley I don't give a shite. Why is Link being all uptight all of a sudden?

Harry was out of bed and running bright and early, when most of the school was still sleeping off whatever they drank or slugging about because they never went to sleep, having to catch up on old times. He shoveled breakfast fast, eating at a pace only unsurpassed by only the infamous Ron Weasley himself.

A few loops later, a shower, and a wardrobe change Harry headed back out with Ron and Neville in tow. As Harry leaned up against a tree next to the lake and started to sketch, he notice that his drawing became more life-like. Now even though he was a modest sketch artist, the quality of his work definitely was enhanced. Neville's smile and Ron's grin of triumph were captured almost to a tee as they played a smaller travel version of Wizarding Chess. It's gotta be the link. There's no other explanation.

Shaking his head and smiling when Ron and Neville wouldn't budge until he took his glamour off, the group made their way to the Quidditch stands to check out the purposively redone goals. Inspecting the fields, and nodding appreciatively at the new posts, which were a nice silver and red striped combination on one side, and a pretty purple and yellow on the next. Interhouse unity and all that jazz, I suppose. They played around for a few minutes, until heading in-between the stands to get back to the castle.

Harry looked up and thought, Oh. Shite. The day of reckoning has come.

Dear sweet Merlin. Who is that piece of hotness?

What? Saw some little innocent first year to sodomize?

Oh fuck you.

Draco Malfoy sauntered casually over to the Gryffindor group, hoping to catch the attention of their let's just say, delectable friend.

"Weasel! How did you spend your summer, shining shoes?" Ron just looked at him and rolled his eyes, not even wanting to bother with Malfoy this year. He had other things to worry about. Like how not to get Hermoine to cry or get angry.

"Well at least I didn't have to spend the summer with my nose in Voldemort's ass cheeks. I do think I see a piece of corn or something on your nose from last week's Death Eater banquet."

Rage boiled over the link, along with embarrassment too. Harry put a hand on Ron's shoulder and led him away from Draco. "C'mon Ron, it's obvious we're not wanted. Let's go find Hermoine."

Draco thought desperately, anything to make them turn around. Think Think Think!!!

"Where's Potter, Weasel? Finally get the courage to off himself?" With that comment, the retreating group stopped dead.

Draco's heart quickened when he felt rage hurt and sorrow blasting at him through the link.

Link? You okay?

Yup. Just pissed.

I'm trying to get this guy's attention but Jesus it seems the only Malfoy way was to mock the Golden Wonder. Where is he anyway?

Harry shook his head and sauntered back up to Malfoy. He got about a foot away from him, and spit on Malfoy's Wizarding Armani shoes. "You make me sick."

At first, no one knew what to do. Everyone just sat there, not believing what just happened, and waiting for an explosive reaction to occur. Draco himself was more shocked than anything.

Draco cleared his throat, and said clearly, "Well if it's got to be that way then," and punched this vision in front of him in the stomach. Draco received a well-placed upper cut in return. Back and forth it went, until they somehow landed on the ground wrestling, trying to choke eachother to death. Harry rolled on top of Draco and yanked on his hair, laughing cruelly in Draco's ear, "You want this you dirty little scum don't you? Voldemort isn't enough. You need more."

Anger flashed through the link as the tussle ensued. There was hollering and cheering from the students that grouped together to watch this magnificent fight. Draco, to his horror and the amusement of Harry was that he was really starting to get turned on by the fight. Harry noticed and laughed again, this sick twisted laugh and whispered feverishly, "You like that too much don't you, you dirty little whore."

Draco's anger shot up ten degrees and he finally got on top of the man. He placed his hands on the other's hips, fully intending to head butt him when a flash of pain seared his palm where he touched bare skin oh this man's right hip. They both stopped, shocked, and Draco finally got an up close look at the mystery man's face. Potter??!!

But just then a second later he moved his hand and saw that, same, damning tattoo. Harry grimaced and grabbed Draco's hand, doing the impossible. Pleading upon hope to apparate to the Room of Requirement. And guess what? They did.

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a/n: thanks for all the positive reviews guys! I'm typing along, as you can see!