Chapter 2

There she was, the Hogwarts express. He had never wanted to see it so much because he knew that when he boarded Ron and Herm would be waiting for him and he would be able to tell them everything and they would sort it all out. He was so glad they were his best friends, he loved them so much and he never wanted anything to change between them.

He spotted the shock of red hair and ran up to Ron to give him a bear hug, but his arms seemed to be somewhat otherwise detained, wrapped around the waist of.Herm.

"God finally you two! I thought you were never gonna wise up!" Harry shouted happily at them, but he was met by two rather nasty glares.

"Oh look it's the-boy-who-thought-he-didn't-have-to-write-to-his-friends, so how was your summer, oh never mind answering I just remembered I don't care." Ron said nastily to him and walked away.

"Harry he's just annoyed give him a few days, oh and I wouldn't suggest sitting with us, not to be nasty just that it might not be so pretty with the mood he's in. I'll see you at the feast later." Herm said then flounced off after Ron.

"Oh my God, I didn't write to them because I was in America. I could hardly send Hedwig over the fucking Atlantic! I can't believe they are that sad that they wouldn't want to be my friend over that. Some fucking friendship this is. I gave Ron another chance after the Tri-wizard, but I'm not again. I'm sick of them both. Herm and her endless bloody lectures and Ron jumping to conclusions and not trusting me, well fuck that, I don't need it anymore. And to think I was going to tell them about what happened. Just fuck them."

He climbed into the train and started looking for a compartment, just as he found an empty one and had settled himself, a tall dark-haired boy came in with an arrogant look on his face.

"Potter, I'm sharing this compartment with you." He drawled.

"Well I don't want you to, go fuck off with the other Slytherins, Zabini." Harry spat at him.

"No I don't think I will, I like seeing you all hot and bothered." With that, he slumped down on the seat beside Harry and started to make himself more comfortable. He turned to Harry and stared at him. Harry was looking at Blaise.

'Well he is gorgeous, no wonder he's Hogwart's Bicycle. I wouldn't say no.' Just was he beginning to turn a profuse shade a red Blaize interrupted his staring session.

"Oh look I think we have a little pillow-biter in our midst." He leered.

"Just fuck off Zabini." Harry said moving away from him, trying to hide the shad his face had gone.

"I think I would just prefer the fuck part." He shifted over beside Harry again and started to run his hand over Harry's thigh. Thoughts of how wrong this was and the fact it was with Zabini in a Hogwart's train compartment flooded through his mind, but the tingling in his cock seemed to be doing the thinking and instead were thoughts of how hot Zabini was and how good his skilled little hand felt opening the zipper of his trousers.

Just then the door of the compartment flew open and Ron and Herm were standing open mouthed at the door.

"Ron, Herm I can explain." He spluttered at them.

"Oh I think its quite clear what's going on here." Ron fumed. "You're a dirty little poof and the school's resident slut is giving you a little hand job, to think I came here to apologise. God you're filth. I hope you enjoy the Slytherin's company, cause after the school finds out about this they're the only one's who will even go near you." He shouted at him, grabbed Herminone and left.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Harry screamed, his head throbbing from everything that had happened.

"Hun, want me to finish?" Blaise piped up from where he had moved to between his legs.

Fuck, he'd forgotten Zabini was down there. Well he may as well finish what he started. "Hell why not, life couldn't get any worse." He said sardonically and with that he lent back into the seat and cursed profusely till they arrived at Hogwarts.