Chapter Three

His mind was spinning, how the bloody hell, could Dumbledore do this to him? Draco could never understand. There were a thousand different wizards who would give anything to have had Harry as a baby and take care of him. He shook his head, he'd never know. Now, what course of action would he take? He glanced down at his elf, which was following him. He stopped at the top of the steps. He had half a mind to have Cherity torture the hell out of them. But, then, he thought about the look upon Harry's face. He was much too caring, for people who didn't even care for him.

Maybe that was why; Draco found himself here every day. There was no one else like Harry. He was a different shade of colour all together. Not to mention the eyes made it impossible to get overly angry.

Awe, shit, thought Draco to himself. He had gone soft.

Scaling the steps, he stopped at the threshold that leads into the lounge. He could hear strange noises like there was more than two people in the room and when he glanced in, he saw that a large fat man was staring at a …. moving screen full of colour and a tall skinny woman with too much neck reading a Wedding magazine that didn't even move.

Muggles, thought Draco, with a dry look around the room. He looked to Cherity who was peaking in just around his legs. Placing on a blank expression, upon his face, and then he walked through.

It took only a minute for Vernon Dursley and his wife to spot the intruder, Aunt Petunia screamed shrilly and Uncle Vernon jumped up, gnashing his teeth and ready for action.

"Sit your flabby arse down." commanded Draco coldly. His wand was out; Vernon drew back, and Petunia scurried to her husband and hid behind his massive form. "Good, both of you are quiet. Sit down."

They didn't move.

"Sit down." He hissed, and then with a sharp nod to Cherity, the elf flicked her fingers and the two went flying back and collapsed together onto the couch. Vernon Dursley almost crushing his wife, who had been behind him.

Petunia stared at the little creature, who smiled pleasantly. Vernon was looking as if he had seen better days. A heart attack, Draco was sure of he would get in just a few short years, if he didn't control his raging temper.

"I do not believe we have ever met." said Draco coolly, as he walked over, and sank down in an armchair just across from them and he crossed his leg. His hands draped across the dark leather. "My name is Draco Malfoy; I am a very, very close friend of Harry Potters." The large man in the room glowered and was about to open his mouth when Draco lightly raised his wand, "Do you really, want to say something? Unlike, our dear Harry, I have absolutely no qualms in hexing you both until you are black and blue. However, Harry here, for some reason, wants me to leave you as - unharmed and undamaged as possible." He sneered, "Consider yourself lucky. After what you've put your nephew through all these bloody years, he still wants to make sure you are safe." he shrugged, "I'm a Slytherin, I don't give a damn about others, unless its personal, and Harry, well, he's as personal as you can get."

Draco could see that Vernon had a flicker of disgust in his eyes, while Petunia looked - er - curious? The wizard suddenly wondered if Aunt Petunia was a closet freak. It would certainly explain the tabloids that lay across her stand next to his armchair. "Anyway, I may not be allowed to perform magic, outside of my school, however, Cherity, my house-elf, would only be too happy to render the both of you incapable of walking, or talking-" He smiled again, as he saw Uncle Vernon sink back in against his couch.

Petunia Dursley's hand was shaking as it stroked against the end fabric of her skirt, unconsciously. One of the many things people did when they were unnaturally nervous.

"Now, I must make clear to you two of a few things that happen to be going on in the world today. You may not believe, that it will have any affect on you whatsoever, but believe me, it does," He paused for a moment. In the back of his mind he was trying to get himself to say, the Dark Lord's name without flinching. "Lord Voldemort is back."

Petunia's head snapped up and her eyes got as round as snitches. Her face paled even more, while Vernon Dursley looked as if, the Dark Lord's name was just - a toy figure you buy in shops. "Now, I know it means something to you, Petunia Dursley, but Vernon Dursley has yet to realize, just how bad it affects muggles." He looked to the man, whose eyes narrowed. "You muggles are in far worse danger than we are. We have something to defend ourselves with you however do not. Your silly technology and weapons would do no harm to a monster that has been created in this particular wizard."

Petunia Dursley swallowed, "I- Is he really back?"

"Oh, yes, he is, and your dear nephew, that you both call freak, weird, and other disgusting names, while mistreating him, is the only reason your kind is alive."

"Our kind?" snarled Vernon Dursley. "What does he have to do with our kind?"

"You not know?" asked Draco. "The Dark Lord, HATES muggles and muggleborn alike. He wants to rid the whole fucking world, of them. He wants to be in complete control, without one single magical human being left, unless they were used as whipping boys, fuck toys, and anything else you could think of that would be degrading and worse than taking your own life."

The two muggles exchanged quick looks. They were now a bit scared.

"Your nephew is the only one who has ever stood up to him. He is the ONLY reason that both worlds have had piece for thirteen long years. He is the ONLY reason why people stopped dieing of strange causes. Gas explosions, bridge collapses. That's not your everyday occurrence. That was our world, destroying what you have built. And it will resume once more." He shrugged, "People around you are going to die. Personally, I really don't care, what happens, but I was raised to hate muggles, I was raised to think, muggleborn were below me." His eyebrow arched upwards, as he watched the scandalous looks on the Dursley's face.

"I'm only being honest. The only reason, I have to care, is because of him." He pointed his wand to the ceiling. "I do not yet believe you understand just how dangerous he really is yet. I do not think, you have yet to grasp the concept of terror… maybe a demonstration would be wise?"

Petunia and Vernon paled; no more colour was left on the large man's face, for it was gone replaced by true fear. Draco arched an eyebrow. "Cherity? Would you retrieve my pensieve?"

Cherity squeaked, disappeared, and reappeared not even a moment later. Draco gently placed the dull ceramic green basin upon the coffee table. The silver liquid folded along the edges of the pensieve swirling gently. "I use this quite often, but it is mainly my fathers." said Draco, casually. "I will show you just a couple scenes, nothing incriminating mind you, but I will show you just what your dear nephew had to go through at the end of June, from my father's point of view and then the return to Hogwarts which is my point of view. Hopefully, you will see - just how evil, Lord Voldemort is…" He tapped the basin, and looked at Cherity, "Take them." He ordered his elf.

Cherity snapped her fingers, and the two muggles went flying toward the basin and were sucked straight into it, and after a second, Draco followed.




To Harry's pouting displeasure, he was not allowed to go downstairs, for twenty minutes. Draco had changed into wizard robes and with his house elf; they walked out of the room and downstairs to face Harry's relatives. The teen was a tad bit worried, about what Draco might do. How dangerous was he? Thought the teen, pacing the room. Draco had told him, to be marking off items of clothing that fit his taste, but he couldn't, and as he tried to listen at the door, he got nothing. The blaring of music next door was obscuring Harry's hearing of the downstairs.

Harry really hoped Draco wasn't torturing them. He would hate to see, what was going on but at the same time he wanted too see it. "HARRY!" called Draco's voice from the steps.

The teen didn't hesitate; he ran out of the room, and to the top of the steps, to see Draco at the bottom leaning against the wall coolly, a vindictive smile on his face. "I believe your aunt and uncle want to speak to you."

Harry stared wearily at him, as he gripped the rail, "What did you do to them?" He asked, slowly. Draco gave him an innocent look. One that did not fit the Slytherin's features. Harry scaled down the steps. "Innocent is my job, Draco. Don't steal it."

Snorting with amusement, he inclined his head, "That is right, you are way too fucking innocent yet - you're not. Well, enough of that - go on."

Harry walked into the living room and his eyebrows went upwards, when he saw both of the Dursleys standing there shaking in a line. Aunt Petunia looked about in tears, and Uncle Vernon looked as though he would have a heart attack as well as if he had seen better days. Dudley wasn't down here.

"I'll allow them to deal with the fat kid, cause of the muggles."

Uncle Vernon flinched, at Draco's raw tone, and Aunt Petunia grimaced visibly. The word deal coming from a wizard was not exactly comforting. The two of them had horror splashed across their faces, and Uncle Vernon, was nervous looking. This was new.

Harry looked too the Malfoy Heir, "….. Draco?" He said, warningly.

"What?!" declared the Slytherin. "I only gave them a talking… Cherity - did most of the physical work."

"Physical? Draco!!" Harry should not be finding this funny, but the look on the Dursley's faces and then Draco's indignant look, was almost too much.

"Oh don't worry." said Draco, waving his hand. "I did nothing illegal; I just knocked some sense into their puny brains, by showing them exactly the hell you've had to go through, just by different point of views." He looked at the Dursleys, with a cool look upon his face, "I believe, there is something you would like to say, to your nephew, who has kept your household safe from our people all these years."

Harry looked from Draco and then to each of the Dursleys. Aunt Petunia was the first one to say, "I- I am sorry, Harry." Harry? She called him Harry. Not boy or freak, like he was used too. "I - I really am." Her eyes looked earnest. He wondered how good of an actress she was.

The teen that was bemused looked at Draco and then back at Aunt Petunia. "Uh- okay?" Said the boy softly.

Draco's eyes narrowed on the massive man standing next to his bony wife, "Your turn, Vernon Dursley. You be a man and do what you are supposed to do."

Uncle Vernon looked as though he were about to have a heart attack, as he stared stiffly at Harry, "I - apologize." His voice was swift and it hardly had any meaning. "For the remainder of your stay-" He cleared his throat, "We will leave you alone, we - will not -" He looked to Draco, who's arched a crafted eyebrow. "F- Force you to do - any work for us, a- and we will no longer call you names."

Harry thought he was going to pass out. Was this for real? "Uhm, okay." Harry's voice was soft and unsure. He looked to Draco. "What did you do? You didn't imperio them did you?" He asked, suspiciously.

Uncle Vernon was looking sick, while Aunt Petunia was trying to stop her shaking.

Draco laughed, "No, if I had, we'd have a whole team of Aurors here, and I'd be hauled off to Azkaban, in a cell with my father. No, I decided to take a more legal approach."

"What kind of approach did you do?" asked Harry, timidly.

Draco grinned, "I - simply reminded them of who is back and that the only reason, that he hasn't come calling is because you are living under this roof… and a few other reminders. But, otherwise, I didn't touch a hair on their heads." He said truthfully.

"You didn't, but what did she do?" He said, pointing his thumb behind him at the house-elf, who was standing around, staring adoringly at Draco, waiting for her next command.

Draco laughed, "Nothing serious. I wouldn't torture her that way. Come, on Harry, I am betting, you were so worried about these -" He looked disgusted at Harry's relatives. "These relatives that you did not look over the catalogs like I asked."

"How do I know? You're unpredictable."

Draco grinned, "Why thank you Harry. I was hoping someone would give me such compliment."

Harry gave his relatives a sorrowful look, before turning and heading back up the steps, as Draco followed.

"You really, need clothes that flatter your figure." said Draco, as Harry blushed while making it to his room.

He looked over his shoulder at Draco, before entering his bedroom, and blinking in mild surprise at the transformation. Draco closed the door and locked it. Harry turned around, "Thanks, Draco." He said sincerely.

"I'd rather-" said Draco, sauntering over, brought his hand up and caressed Harry's cheek, with the back of his fingers, "have you thank me in a more physical way, than verbal."

Harry feeling more confident than he had before, tilted his head, upward looking Draco in the face, "I can do physical." He leaned up and pressed his lips gently against Dracos.

Draco deepened the kiss, until his tongue was caressing Harry's mouth, drinking in the sexually innocent teen. Harry's lips went along with him, enjoying the sensuous and saturated flavour of one Draco Malfoy. When they parted, Draco pecked at Harry's bottom lip, "Now that's a thank you."

"You're welcome." Teased Harry, flicking Draco's blond bangs out of his blue eyes. "Now, let's see, what I like." He said, breaking eye contact and plopping on the bed more comfortable than he had before.

Draco lay across the teen's bed on his side, "Bed better?"

"Much." said Harry, "Then again, the bed I had before could rival the floor in comfort." He said, kicking off his shoes and crossing his legs. Draco handed Harry a quill, as he went through the catalogs. He soon shifted onto his stomach, next to Draco and flashed a couple items to the teen who gazed at it.

"You have good taste." Were most of his remarks. Draco had the side of his head against his palm, while his elbow was against the mattress. His hand was mostly to the side, unless it came up and brushed Harry's black hair out of the way.

"I've only ever been in London once or twice in my life." He told Draco, thumbing through and circling the items he found tasteful.

"You have black hair, long, so I think, you ought to get your ear pierced." He brushed Harry's hair back behind his ear, his thumb caressed the teen's lobe.

Harry enjoyed the touch, and looked at Draco, "How would I get that done, when I can't go into London?"

"I could do it."

"Er-" Harry looked at the teen warily. "Uhm, do you have any - experience in - ear piercing?"

"Not really." said Draco. "But, still, I think you'd look good. They have a piercing place in Diagon Alley."

"I don't want to be stared at." Harry said flatly.

"We'll conceal your scar." said Draco, simply. "Maybe those eyes too - man them eyes are a dead give away." His voice rising and lowering as he said this.

Harry laughed, and looked down at the catalog that had reached the back. "I'm done with this one." He told Draco, who lifted his hand and took it, while Harry opened a new one.

For the next hour or so, they talked, while Harry went through each catalog. Cherity came by with dinner for the two of them and set up a small round table and two comfortable chairs to eat on. They ignored the blaring music from next door, as they ate and continued to talk. Harry didn't feel surprised that the two had more in common than they originally thought.

Although, Draco's family was very wealthy, there was a lot of neglect that went on with his family. His father was more of a business man, trying to keep the Malfoy name famous and the reputation as upstanding as possible. His mother fawned over his father and if she wasn't fawning over her husband then she was fawning over her appearance, with an endless supply of Cosmetic Potions. Draco told him, about being taken care of by Cherity, most of his life, except for accompanying his father on random bouts of business.

"I'm sure he means well, though Draco." said Harry, "He probably - just think that's how a father's supposed to be. A lot of people are old fashioned that way."

"I doubt it." said Draco passively. "All he wants is to make sure that the name of Malfoy is upheld and the reputation stays in good with the rich and famous. Oh, and he wants me to produce an heir before I die."

"I just pray that the Dursleys never produce anymore children." said Harry, trying to divert the tense conversation a bit. He shuddered at the image, for added affect.

Draco snorted, "Yeah - really." He grinned.

"Dudley is enough."

"From the pictures, looks as though Dudley can make up about five children."

"When it comes to mouths to feed? Definitely." he said picking up a glazed carrot that was cooked.

After they ate, Harry was sitting with his legs curled up under him, in the chair; Draco leaned back, assessing Harry's body language. "Are you really this quiet?"

Harry shook his head, "No, I'm not."

"I didn't think so. You were always vocal and more - hardcore whenever you and I got into it. I guess, after Cedric Diggory's death. It didn't help matters, huh?"

"Not really," He said, quietly and looked away. "But, that's not what's captured my thoughts."

"What has then?" asked Draco, taking a drink of his pumpkin juice.

"The night I was in the graveyard, my parents came out of Voldemort's wand." He admitted. He hadn't told Ron or Hermione this. The only other person who knew was Sirius and Dumbledore.

Draco nearly dropped his juice, but he caught it before it could slip from his grip, "What? You - seriously?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah, I know they can't come back. But, it was just weird; it reminded me of the Dementors."

Draco suddenly cringed visibly; his face had a flash of guilt and pain. "I'm sorry about that."

Harry shrugged, "S'all in the past."

Blue eyes blinked up at him, "But, I am sorry. I was a stupid, immature little bastard. I should not have done that to you. If you must know, those damn things freaked me out."

"They would anyone." said Harry. "But, you never heard your parents being murdered."

Draco paled, and he adjusted himself in the chair, "That's what you hear?"

"Hmm, I heard them the night Voldemort, came to my house in Godric Hollow. I heard my dad's shout for my mum to run with me, and then I heard my mum plead for my life, she never pleaded for hers…" said Harry, his forehead wrinkling in remembrance.

"But, why you Harry?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't know." he said, with all honesty. "I have no unearthly idea, why Voldemort wanted to kill me, a baby who was not a threat to him. I could - see my mum and dad, they were probably high activists of the light - but me?"

"It doesn't make sense." said Draco, "Didn't you ask Dumbledore?"

"I did, he never answered."

"Figures." said Draco, swirling his drink in the goblet.

"I figure, when Dumbledore is ready to tell me, he'll tell me." said Harry. "If there is one thing, I've learned about the Headmaster, all these years, is if he does not want to tell you something. You can't talk him into it."

"Stubborn."

"Like us all."

Draco smiled at that.

The sun blazed into the smallest bedroom in the house, of Privet Drive. He felt a hot breeze flutter in through the open window, and it ruffled against the sleeping figure's body. There was a fan that revolved in the teen's bedroom, so that it brushed against the teen's chest and back. He was wearing nothing but a scarlet sheet on his lower half and a pair of black boxers. His cat black hair was everywhere. As he felt his body rise from the deepened sleep, in a very comfortable bed. As he shifted, the door eased open, and a blond made his way into the room, he had a very large black bag; he placed on the carpet, and then whispered, "Cherity?" The boy clad in green of emerald, waited for his elf to appear.

When she did, she bowed and greeted him; he asked her to bring the new trunk, this trunk however wasn't Draco's, it was Harry's with his clothes, and since Cherity couldn't touch clothing without accidentally being set free, he had them stuffed into the trunk. What he had in his arms was simply a black bag for the rags that Harry was forced to wear.

Draco opened the closets that were bare except for a few very ugly jumpers that were stashed inside of it. He pulled one out and immediately recognized it as a Weasley trademark jumper. Knowing better than throwing these away he pushed them far back in the closet. Just because they were keepsake didn't mean he had to wear them. He busied himself with the clothes, as Harry slept on, or rustled under the sheet.

When Harry shifted onto his back, he laid there with a deep breath through his nose and back out again. He felt too comfortable to wake. But, his mind was opening, and he could hear gentle movements sifting in and out of his sense of hearing. With his head to the side of the pillow, he opened his eyes. His green eyes met a blond teen's back to his wardrobe.

Is this a dream? Having someone with him on Privet Drive? Dreams. Thought Harry to himself, as he looked up at the ceiling. He had the oddest dream - strange really. It was as if he were racing down this darkened corridor with no light what so ever, and the corridors went about a thousand different ways, and while Harry kept trying to go straight he would run into a dead end.

Very weird. Thought the teen, when he heard, "Waking, finally?" Teased Draco's voice.

Harry looked over, still laying down, "Trying." said the boy, groggily. He stifled a yawn and sat up. The light shined through, as he scratched his head, and his eyes slightly watering from the light of the sun.

"Your clothes have arrived. Well, before I went home, I dropped the order forms off, and I only picked them up this morning."

"Time is it?" asked Harry, looking around for his clock.

Draco pulled his pocket watch out of his khaki green trousers. "After ten."

"Really?" said Harry shocked. "I don't sleep that late."

"Well you did. You must be hungry. Cherity?" The little elf popped in, and as soon as she did, he looked to Harry.

"Anything, but eggs."

"Pancakes then?"

"Fine." said the teen, feeling sheepish. Draco gave Cherity the order, and then she popped away immediately. Harry shoved the covers down to his feet, and still yawned. "I'm not used to sleeping so late."

Draco smirked, "You have a whole new wardrobe." Harry blinked, and noticed a new trunk. "Seems it."

"I threw everything away, except them ugly jumpers." said Draco, waving his hand. "Figured you'd want them. Just - don't wear them."

Harry laughed, "Thanks, for keeping my Weasley jumpers. Everything else can burn."

"That's what I figured."

Cherity came back with breakfast for Harry and a bright beam when he said thank you. Draco continued to pull things out of the trunk. "I can do that later," insisted Harry, as he watched him from the bed.

"Nah, it doesn't bother me. I like doing it." said Draco, with a sideways smile. "I still say, with your taste, your ear pierced should be - apart of your style."

Harry laughed, and took a drink of milk, "Maybe later. I don't want to trust you with an earring gun." Draco's lip quirked, "That's smart of you." He insisted. Harry sniggered into his milk once again, Draco flashed him a look, "You have nightclothes and everything in here. You forgot about shoes and belts, so I went ahead and got those."

"Thank you Draco, you did, get it from my account right?" asked the teen suddenly, realizing this.

Draco gave him a sideways smile, "Of course I did. Well, except the shoes and belts."

Harry licked the syrup off his thumb; as he heard the music from the stereo next to Harry's room suddenly blast on. Draco and Harry exchanged glances of disgust. Harry shook his head, "I like music, but not that kind of music."

"Really-" said Draco, shaking his head. "You can't understand a damn word, except fuck this, fuck that, fuck you…"

Laughing, Harry shook his head, "Personally, I like rock music, if I was to have the time."

"There are several muggle bands that are actually wizards." said Draco, pulling more clothes out of the trunk. It seemed endless.

When Harry was full, he put his plate up and crawled out of the bed, and stretched, as Draco arched an eyebrow, and watched him. Harry laughed shyly, and crossed his arms, before padding over to Draco, and peering into the trunk.

"I've been at this for an hour - and now you're distracting me."

Harry looked down at himself, and sniggered, "Well, give me something."

"Nah, I like the distraction." He teased.

Harry simply flashed him a sheepish look, "Never stood in front of anyone in my boxers before."

"Really?" asked Draco, with a smirk. "Why not? With a body like that-'

Harry gushed, "I'm small."

"I know, but you're also toned."

"From Quidditch. I used to not have anything."

"You'd still be cute."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Not with humongous round glasses and messy hair."

"Actually - you were." said Draco, with a smirk. "Or - at least, I thought so. Your eyes though. It's what got me."

Harry arched an eyebrow, "You hated me, you hated me more than Snape hated me."

Draco stopped messing with the clothes, "Only because I didn't know you and because I couldn't get my head out of my arse long enough to get to know you."

"Well, I didn't help on my part." said Harry, apologetically.

"But, I started it. I'm mature enough to own up to my mistakes."

"Over me crying?" asked Harry, as he moved next to Draco, and helped him with the clothes.

"Some of it." admitted Draco. "But, also, over the events of the maze, when you came back with Cedric's body, and you wouldn't let it go, I was standing over you Harry. I saw your pain in your eyes, I saw the cuts on your body, and I saw all of it. I had been next to you and you hadn't noticed. No one did. I saw your actions, I saw your movements, and I knew that I had been wrong all along and that you were probably more real, than anyone I have ever known. That is what made me approach you. I had no idea, I would walk in on you crying."

"I was just -" said Harry, swaying slightly on his heels. "So - distraught. I had people coming up to me, literally asking me some bold questions. Questions that I didn't have answers too. Questions, I just couldn't answer. I felt guilty."

"What for?" asked Draco.

"For living when he did not." said Harry, with honesty on his face.

"Don't say that." said Draco, sternly. "Don't say things like that."

"But, why, Draco? Why do I keep living?" He asked the blond. "By all life's rights, by the way the gravity works - why do I keep on living? I was eleven years old, and I faced two wizards! I had no idea what I was doing; I hardly knew a defence spell! Yet, I overcame them?" He said, confusion on his face. "Then - if that wasn't enough, the diary, the SNAKE? How did I, get rid of a basilisk? I was bloody twelve years old. That's not possible!"

Draco was listening to him, his eyes not leaving the boy, who was seriously concerned. "Then! Draco, if that wasn't enough, I should have died last month!! There was no one around - I faced Voldemort, fully grown, back to his body, red eyes, bald head - snake face and all. A wizard who is - a thousand times more powerful than I will probably ever be. Deatheaters swarmed the place! And somehow- something happens; the world shifts into my favour, and I get away with nothing more than a scratch on my arm." he said, brushing it gently. "Draco? That isn't normal."

"No, it's not normal." said Draco. "You have overcome the impossible. You are the PRINCE of impossibility. You are the impossible. You make things happen, without knowing it! You leave a mark, without knowing it. You left a mark on me!" declared Draco. "You left a mark on me, several times, and I'm not talking about physical. You have made me, literally - see the other side. You living so much against something so powerful and evil - that there is only one true option in this war, in my eyes! There is only one person who is so determined to overcome the impossible, that he doesn't even know it. That, Harry, is YOU. You are the impossible. You ought to be proud of it. Not the fame, not the attention, but the fact, that you have a way of turning people's eyes, mind, and heart around."

Harry was just standing frozen to the spot, staring at Draco, his heart beating, so furiously. He had not expected that. Draco's words were so sincere and so - compassionate, that all Harry could do was move into him and press his cheek against Draco's shoulder, his arms sliding around the blond's body, seeking out comfort. Draco's arms came up and locked around Harry's small frame; he pressed his chin against the top of the Gryffindor's black head.

When he raised his head up, to Draco, lips kissed him deeply. The emotion behind it, strained against Harry's heartstrings.

"How unlikely is it that you and I are in this position?" asked Draco.

"Impossible."

"Yes, but with the Prince of Impossible, I believe, that the rules do not apply to you."

"It seems." Was Harry's reply before, kissing Draco wantonly.

Standing in the bathroom, Harry gave himself a once over. He did not look like the puny boy with glasses. Instead, he looked - very good. He was wearing a clingy black short sleeved top and he had black low cut jeans, that were loose in certain areas, while fit his waist and arse very nicely. He had a black belt, and his hair was laying flat against his small shoulders, and it was doing a sort of flip, and it curved against his oval face. He was wearing nice cologne called CK One, and his shoes, were black, with a steel toe in them.

He casually walked out, taking his bag with him, only to come face to face with a kid he had not seen since he was eleven-years-old, he had fell into a snake pit, with Harry's cousin Dudley. The teen, could not have looked greasier, than he did at that very second. His hair was slicked back, coal black, and his eyes were narrowed like a rat, and dark. He was skinny and his face was shaped like an arrow head, with a long nose. He was taller than Harry; then again, everyone was taller than Harry. He was wearing a leather jacket over a white sleeveless shirt and black tight jeans.

"Potter?" said Pier Polkiss, his voice full of surprise; his eyes then traced Harry up and down. "Haven't grown much… or have you?"

"Piss off."

"Ooh, such big words from a small boy like you. I wondered what you were looking like now. Still small, although, you have grown in some areas." He reached out to Harry, invading the boy's space slightly, but the he evaded Pier swiftly. "Play hard to get, huh?" He teased.

Almost horrified, Harry instinctively backed up, against his door; Pier shrugged, "Your loss, I'd like to sit and get to know you though."

Harry felt himself cringe inwardly, what the hell? "Not happening." said Harry, coolly, when the door opened from behind him and Draco was standing there. Harry knew he could not strike at Pier, seeing as Harry was small and Pier was bigger, and magic was out of the question. He would be pulverized. He wasn't egotistical enough to believe, he could take on a giraffe with no magical means. Draco standing there caused Harry to give an inward sigh of relief.

Pier looked very startled; the blond's blue eyes narrowed coldly, "Harry? You alright out here?" He asked, the smallest teen in the hall.

"Who the fuck are you?" asked Pier, snidely. "I didn't think Potter had any friends."

Draco arched an eyebrow, and then his arm snaked around Harry, gently locking just under his neck. "He has more than friends, you greasy haired twit." He sneered, haughtily.

Harry leaned his back against Draco, overwhelming feelings taking him over.

"So you say." scowled Pier Polkiss, his glare still looming.

Draco found it mildly amusing, "Yeah, I say, and don't you forget it."

The door opened to Dudley's room, and Harry could hear blasting base. "Man! Pier, what the fuck you doing out here, talking to my cousin?" He asked with disgust. "Get in here!" The room smelled very strongly of smoke and much more.

Dudley's eyes fell on Harry and his friend, and they widened marginally, either at the clothes, Harry's look, Draco, or all of the above.

Draco leaned into Harry whispering, "Let's get back inside."

Harry nodded subconsciously, and looked up at him before turning and disappearing under Draco's arm, leaving the teen to stare coldly at the muggles, before slamming the door.

Harry leaned against the bed, as Draco turned, "You alright? They're just muggles."

He tried not to flush, when Draco said this, he didn't meet Draco's pointed look, as he spoke, "Before, I knew I was a wizard, they made my life hell. I can't do magic here, I'm smaller than them. I don't look very intimidating. I do not think, I can take on Dudley and Pier Polkiss on my own, without some - technical difficulties ensuing. My cousin Dudley, won't attack me, he's frightened of what I might do- but Pier has no idea, I'm a wizard. I can't afford to get expelled, I may do accidental magic, I did it once before, when my Aunt Marge insulted my mum."

Draco stood in front of Harry, brought his hands up and touched his cheeks cupping them in his hands, and then pushing the boy's hair out of the way. Harry stared up at him, his facial features relaxed, against the gentle swipes of his companion's fingers. Draco's mouth met Harry's pouty lips in a sensuous massage.

With his hand running up Draco's chest, he innocently pulled him by the collar closer, until Draco and Harry collapsed on the bed; Harry on his back, and Draco directly on top of him, their mouths never parting. The tasting was spine tingling and so very sweet. Draco's body pressed in desirously against Harrys; their hands clasped together, and Draco brought it up above the submissive teen's head amorously. The kissing becoming more licentious, with the brushing, touching, and caressing licks, against the intimate skin. Going from heavy to light pecks, to air tight pressure, lip to lip, tongue to tongue. A passionate battle for control, and Harry allowing Draco to have the control, very - very willingly.

A.N. I apologize for the late, update. I had to go back in and make sure a few things were arranged properly. I apologize if there are snags in this. I went over this a couple times. I really do hope you like it. If you would like to beta my story, I would love that. I'm shy and don't particularly know how to go up to someone and ask. :) Well, let me know what you think. :) If there are snags let me know, but kindly please. :P I'm still learning. Ulgh, I read back through only to see sentences pushed together. I'm sorry, I didn't do that personally. glowers at editor thingy