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Again, not much action in this chapter. We meet Draco, and we have a VERY BRIEF chat with his gang. We haven't met the bad guy, or the bully, or the PLOT of this story. But we have met AWESOME, and more reviews will get more awesome. ENJOY
Adjusting his satchel and glasses, Harry looked up at the highschool, a good size smaller than his old one. There were a few students that hadn't yet went inside, some of them smoking, a few others noticably in a hurry. A group of kids who looked the part of the delinquint noticed Harry approaching, decked in a white wifebeater that showed off his collarbone, a beige sweater that was far to large on him with the sleeves only going to his elbows, and a pair of whitewash three quarter length skinny pants, meeting at the knee a pair of darker beige cowboy boots. Harry's wavy/shaved hair was covered partially by a straw cowboy hat. From the distance the boys were at, the took in a bridge piercing, and gauges that were far too big.
"Is he new?" One of the teens asked, staring as Harry passed them and went in through the front doors. The others just shrugged.
The hallways were a nightmare. Harry quickly realized that trying to wait politely for an opening just wasn't going to cut it, and quickly pulled a random student form the crowd. Getting a good view of Harry, the student looked sort of scared, and seemed to subconsciously curl in on himself.
"Where's the main office, sweetheart? I'm new here." Harry said through gritted teeth, all while reigning in the frustration he felt at being lost and, in accordance, helpless. The younger student stammered a bit, pointing off in a vague direction as his mouth tried to form words. Harry finally just let the poor kid go and started off in a guess.
About five minutes later he realized that the school was bigger than he had originally assumed, and it was going to be impossible to maneuver. It wouldn't have been a problem if Harry had kept the stupid forms that they'd mailed him, but the kid was more of a do-as-you-go Kind of lad. Sighing, Harry growled into his hand and slumped up against a puke yellow wall, letting himself slid to the floor.
"You look like you could use a hand," a quiet, but blunt voice carried, sounding a fair distance away. Harry looked up at whoever spoke and sneered, before burying his head in his hands once more.
A bit of hesitance, "I, erm... We saw you pushing around Colin Creevy earlier on. What was that about?"
Harry chuckled. This kid was a joke. It was probably a curious freshman, or a student council jockey sent after the new kid. Looking up, Harry's insult stopped in his tracks for moments.
White blond hair, gelled in a weird late 80's style, falling down to his chin. His entire torso was enveloped in a soft looking grey cardigan, but Harry could make out the last treads of a flannel shirt lurking underneath. Black skinny pants, probably just loose enough to be comfortable, pulled up a bit to expose late-looking pink argyle socks sinking into dark chucks. The boy's face was pale, and admittedly gorgeous, and his grey eyes looked accusing and curious as they swept over his crumpled figure.
"I don't even know you, kid. Why are you talking to me?" Harry almost groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him. The boy came over and sat down beside his, his leather backpack plopping down between them.
"You look interesting. Vague, and a bit stereotypical, but interesting. What are you going for? Sort of, like a... neo-punk thing?"
Harry snorted, "Depends. 'You trying for an uppity hipster kid?" The other boy rolled his eyes and flicked Harry's hat.
"Oh ha. I'll have you know that this is uppity retro. You were way off base, cowboy."
Harry snorted again, brow furrowing in curiosity as he took in the other's face. It was boyish, still stuck with that young, innocent look that most child actors had... Well, sans the kid from Home Alone. He looked down right drugged up. The boy, whose name Harry still didn't know, had a glow about him that screamed fragile, something Harry loved. Alot.
"What is it?" He asked, snapping Harry out of his daze. He realized he'd been staring at the kid and grinned.
"What's your name?"
"...I'm Draco." The blond held out a thin hand, which Harry took.
"Harry. It's a pleasure, bro."
The two stayed leaning against the wall for a bit, shoulders not quite touching, and gazes not quite meeting. They stayed silent, the comfort of the weird moment being something neither wanted to break. Unfortunately, one of them had to.
"So... are you ever going to tell me what happened with Colin?" Draco said softly, his voice somehow still carrying that bossy, blunt tone. A part of Harry wanted to lie and assume the badass identity that he somehow latched onto during the half hour he'd been at that school, but another, stronger part wanted to tell this Draco kid the truth.
"Oh, that. Yeah, no, I'd walked in kind of cranky, and got a little spazzed while asking for directions... I never did find the main office," Harry chuckled, and after half a moment Draco laughed as well.
"The school's architect wasn't really thinking when he designed this place I suppose," Draco grinned, drawing a wide laugh from Harry.
"Ah, God. Vicious teeth, dude... What the hell were you grown in?" Draco marveled, caring little that he had just put his finger in Harry's mouth. Harry felt a bit violated, but allowed his new acquaintance to probe his canines. They were sharper than need be, and quite a bit longer. People asked about them all the time.
"Oh, those. About a year and a half ago I went through a distortion phase. I had surgery... They, like... they pulled out my very back teeth and filed them, and yanked my canines. My molars are up in front now," Harry grinned, showing off his pearly whites. Draco took his hand away, mouth curled in fascination.
"That's sick. I respect that."
"Few people do, my lovely friend. Few people do."
With a hearty bro-fist, the companionable silence was restored. Now the two were turned slightly toward each other, their knees bumping occasionally. For a moment, Harry got lost in stormy grey eyes. They were all he could see, and looking at them brought a tug to his gut. Frames of references seemed to fade away into old fashioned black and white and everything was pure static. By the look of the other's face, the same was happening to Draco, and it seemed like the two spent an eternity in that hallway, the courage to lean into a stranger overwhelming and confusingly absent. Unfortunately, all good things came to an end.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, I really missed you in my Mental Studies class today... Were we too busy frolicking with your gal pals to explore the psyche?"
The two jerked apart as the world came back into focus, and the two shared a look that Harry interpreted as an 'explanation, please?' kind of stare. His response was a cough and the two stood awkwardly.
"No, Professor Trelawney... Never too busy for your class!" Draco smiled toothily, so obviously faking but the poor woman was oblivious.
"As I expect. Now move your bum to your next class."
"Yes, Professor Trelawney," Draco murmured, signaling good luck to Harry. The brunet grinned as he was berated, and calmly explained what was happening.
"Oh, you're the new student? Harry Potter, right? Well, move along to your next class, Mr. Potter. School waits for no one." The woman giggled weirdly and pranced back to her next class, leaving Harry with a sick, unclean feeling. Really, he needed to bathe now.
"...In a tetrahedral molecular geometry, a central atom is located at the center with four substituents that are located at the corners of a tetrahedron. The bond angles are cos−1(−1/3) ≈ 109.5° when all four substituents are the same, as in CH4. This molecular geometry is common throughout the first half of the periodic table. The perfectly symmetrical tetrahedron belongs to point group Td, but most tetrahedral molecules are not of such high... Mr. Potter!"
"Huh," Harry jerked up, a piece of paper stuck to his cheek and his hat laying on the ground, the entire class staring in his direction. Professor Snape looked absolutely livid, but Harry supposed the man just hadn't been shagged in a good while. Perhaps Harry could help with that... the man wasn't hideous.
"Tell me, what is the most abundant and common form of a Tetrahedron Molecule?"
"It's the, uh... Water molecule? The most common of liquid water molecules is tetra... tetrahedral with two hydrogen atoms covalently attached to oxygen and two attached by hydrogen bonds... Sir," Harry gulped, knowing he had stuttered furiously.
"Are they symmetrical?"
"N-No Sir. Since the molecules are usually different lengths, they can, uhm... often form transient irregular tetrahedra between their four associated hydrogen atoms... T-therefore... are not... Sy-Symmetrical." God, the dominance radiating off of this Professor was maddening. It was like the pressure of this guy's gaze was splitting the brunet down the middle. The feeling left him... needy.
"Very well. I assume you learned that by reading the course material, because it obviously wasn't derived from my lecture. In the future, if you fail to stay conscious in my class, I will come to your house and beat you knackers with an urn. Do you understand?"
He had to grip his desk, "Oh Lord... Yes Professor."
The rest of the morning was uneventful. Compared to Professor Snape's class, all of the others were completely boring. The most exciting thing that happened from then on was a full-of-herself redhead in History that asked to see his dick. Harry had promptly told her that he wasn't into snatch, and she'd told him he'd wish he'd never come to this school. It was pretty whatever.
"Oh, hey! Harry!"
Harry turned at the sound of his name, and saw Draco with a few other kids waving him over. Grabbing his tray of mush, he swagged himself over and fell onto the bench, immediately shoving everything meat-like into his mouth.
"Ohmahgahd... This's f'ckin' trrble..." Harry groaned, meat falling out of his mouth and back onto his tray. A soft-looking kid in a really big red cashmere looked at him sympathetically, reaching over to rub his arm. Harry smiled his thanks and leaned on Draco, yawning.
"Harry, I'd like you to meet the least likely people to fuck you in this entire school. This one over here is Hermione. She's sort of up on a high horse, intelligence wise, but other than that she won't, like... bite your hand or whatever."
Hermione was a homely looking girl in a simple flannel dress and boots. She had two books in front of her and seemed to be trying to read both at the same time.
"The teddy bear to your right is Neville. I know, he's huge, but he wouldn't hurt a fly."
Neville was the one in the Cashmere, the sweater enveloping him and making him seem smaller. Black skinny pants ran down his legs until Harry's eyes met worn looking checkered slip-ons. The soft looking boy giggled and held out a hand, which Harry shook.
"And that one over there is Blaise. Again, huge softy, despite the fact that he looks like a serial killer."
Blaise was a quiet-looking dark boy across the table from him. He just had on a simple blue polo shirt and faded jeans, Harry being unable to see his shoes because his legs were crossed in the seat. The faces were starkly different when compared to each other, and Harry wondered if this high school followed the cliques and social rules that his old one did. It had been one of the schools that worshipped him... until the incident.
"It's a pleasure, bros..." Harry sniffed, filing away their identities for later.
"So, Harry... What brings you to Hogwarts? Business or Pleasure?" Hermione smiled, laying aside her books.
"Uhm, my dad got a job offer here that pays better than what he used to get. He's in landscaping, and more people around here seem to care about their lawns..." Harry poked around at his food before graciously thanking Draco, who passed him his salad. "And then my Old man had to give up his old job, but he's more of a stay at home loiter than anything else. He used to be a cop."
"So you have two dads?"
"Uhm," Harry took a bite, looking at the table before his eyes raised to meet Neville's, "Is that a problem?"
"Not at all! There's a girl here named Cho that has two mothers. No one really hassles her for it, so it shouldn't be a problem for you, either."
Before Harry could respond, he heard his name being called rather obnoxiously from across the cafeteria by two annoyingly familiar voices. Draco groaned and let his head fall onto the table while Harry looked back to grin at the two approaching twins.
"Mornin' Harry!" Fred cooed, leaning down and giving Harry a generous kiss on the cheek. George copied the gesture, leaving Harry chuckling and asking about their day so far.
"Oh, the usual, mate."
"Snape's bein' a child molester."
"Ginny won't quit whining about you or Draco."
"The caf is out of pudding."
"Well, it sounds like a day well spent, boys," Harry grinned, "Why is Ginny whining about Draco and I?"
"Oh, two of the most attractive guys in school being total poufs, she and every other girl are bound to be upset."
Harry blushed softly and looked over at Draco with a sly grin, giggling as the other turned scarlet and hid his face in the table. Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to her reading, mumbling something about sexual tension.
"So, Harry... Do you want me to walk you home?"
Harry winced at the sound of his locker slamming shut, the constant noise around him kicking his brain into overdrive. He shook his head clear and looked over at a smiley Draco, and couldn't help smiling back.
"I'm fine, actually. I like walking by myself."
"Oh..."
"But... if you want to come over later for dinner, then I'd really like that. We live in that old white house at the end of Hubboard."
Draco nodded, his fading smile coming back full force as Harry started walking backwards, their eyes locked. It wasn't until halfway down the hall that the brunet decided to turn and walk normally, biting his lip to withhold a bashful grin. He couldn't really help it if he was falling too fast. That boy excited something, and Harry was going to take advantage of it... right after a run.
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