A/N: Oh, blast. I've just read over the last chapter, and I am so sorry I didn't edit it before posting. I feel like a retard. So, things to correct; Draco sits beside Harry in class, not in front of him. And, their class is first period. Okay? I'm going to slap myself in the face. Anyways, though, I hope you like this chapter. (I learned my lesson and edited.)

DISCLAIMER: No, not mine.

Chapter Five

Draco no longer wanted to deal with this simpering, toothy, bony boy. He sneered at Parker and abruptly turned, cutting off the conversation quite rudely. Parker said nothing else, probably embarrassed, or, more likely, not intelligent enough to realize he'd been snubbed, and just plain surprised.

Draco went through the rest of the line, entrancingly aloof and attractively bored.

What the bloody fuck is wrong with that kid?" asked Draco as he placed his lunch across from Harry and sat down.

"Hm? Who?"

"Erm...That pointy kid with the bulging eyes and the stringy hair." Harry looked at him blankly and Draco exclaimed, "He's hideous!"

Harry stuck out his lips and raised his eyebrows in one of those facial shrugs.

"Show me."

Draco scanned the cafeteria.

"He's...Oh, there. That table in the other corner," he said, pointing.

Harry craned his neck and squinted.

"Oh! You mean in the green, right?"

"Yeah, yes."

"Ha. You've met Parker."

"Right, Parker. He said he knows you."

"Mm, he knows me. He and Dudley used to go to school together, 'fore old Diddy-kins went off to Smeltings."

"Oh, poo."

"Yes, poo. We used to all have such fun together. Oh wait. I actually had unfun."

A dark, bitter look ensnared Harry's features.

"Harry, did they hurt you?"

Draco already knew the answer. Harry looked at the partially crushed sandwich in his hands and gave a small nod.

Draco snorted darkly and shook his head, hot restless anger making a sudden appearance somewhere inside him.

"What an ass."

Harry looked up.

"What'd he say to you, anyway?"

"Ugh, nothing at all. He was making— trying to make small talk."

"Aha, he likes you," grinned Harry.

"Shut up. Everyone likes me. It's my curse," said Draco with a look reflecting mock inner turmoil.

"Or your blessing, in my case."

The boys grinned at each other and continued eating.

After their first, tiring, deathly boring day of school, Draco and Harry could be found shuffling out the giant front doors.

"Is it summer yet?" asked the blonde.

"No. Am I dead yet?" replied his companion, pulling the hood of his dark blue sweatshirt out from its trap under the strap of his bag.

"Yes, you're dead. You must have been a sinner."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" smirked Harry from beneath his side-swept black wings.

"Oho," Draco said, raising an elegant brow. "What's this love, some subtle homosexual banter tainting your black innocence?"

"Homosexual? What's in a word? Sexuality is only found in knowledge of sexuality."

"Are you trying to convince me that you are unaware of any innuendo you may be creating?"

"Do you question my innocence?"

"Do you question my truths?"

"Only in so much as your 'truth' chars my pure soft motives."

"Harry, I appreciate your childlike inability to separate sexuality and evil, but you mustn't confuse truth with beliefs."

Harry seemed to find this perfectly lovely, and he simply raised his eyes to study Draco's face, an amused smile gracing his own.

Just at the moment, however, the clean, charged air was shattered by an unsanitary and unintelligent presence.

"Oy! Malfoy!"

Draco and Harry stirred, producing interwoven sighs and snorts and wide eyes and rolling eyes.

Harry made to stop, but Draco put a hand on his back to lead him further away from their rapidly approaching follower. Harry snickered.

"Malfoy! Hey, stop!" Parker was running up behind them, and finally caught up, throwing a hand onto Draco's shoulder. He bent double, breathing heavily. "Why didn't you stop, mate?"

Draco sneered.

"I didn't hear you. What is it?"

Parker shrugged. Then he seemed to notice Harry, finally. He grinned.

"What are you with him for?" he asked of his new 'friend'.

"I thought he was someone else," Draco commented drily. Harry smirked and watched Parker's face cloud with confusion.

"What are you smiling at, psycho?" he demanded of Harry.

"Psycho? Parker, go lay down," was his disdainful reply from the brunette.

"Malfoy, seriously. What are you doing with this retard? He's worthless shit, mate. You know he's a fag, yeah? Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends. My normal friends," he added, glaring at Harry.

Very suddenly an extremely dark look came over Draco's face. Harry and Parker were both startled. Harry raised his eyebrows as Draco very slowly, agonizingly slowly, paced up until he was just a few inches away from Parker. The natural raw power was beating out of him in thick dark throbs. Harry had never seen Draco angry before. It was...something not to be taken lightly, it seemed.

"What, the fuck, did you just say?" he hissed, still slowly, in Parker's scrunched up face.

"What's the matter with you, huh? I was only warning you about this kid. He's already attached himself to you. You gotta escape now, Malfoy."

Draco let out a low growl, and with a sudden pounce, Parker found himself underneath a tense young blonde with a vengeance on his head.

A/N: Please review, they fuel me.