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Chapter Three

Hangovers, Dreams and Interrogations

"Oh Draco, thank you for your thoughtful and loving gift!" Harry said in a beaming smile.

Draco smiled. "No trouble at all! Now Harry I have important to discuss with you,"

The young Malfoy sweared to God that they're were sparkles everywhere including in Potter's eyes.

"What is it Draco?" Harry asked with his wide green eyes twinkling.

Draco cleared his throat and put on his best manly voice he could possibly muster.

"Well, for the longest time I've admired you from afar...I need someone to be my total equal, someone to love and care for..."

The young Draco gently clasped his hands around Harry's.

"Please be mine Potter,"

Harry's smile brightened and nodded. Draco was so happy that he wrapped his arms around the Boy Who Lived-

"DRACO! What on Earth?" was the loud voice of his father that broke his beautiful dreams.

The young Malfoy blinked as he sleepily gazed up at his shocked red faced father.

"Draco please remove your arms around my neck before your mother starts getting ideas!" Lucius hissed his eyes darting back and forth between his son and his wife.

"Nice dream Draco?" Narcissa grinned in a knowing grin.

Draco quickly removed his arms around his father's neck as if they were on fire.

All the young Malfoy could do was humbly nod while fixing his arms on the floor.

"We'd thought it'd be nice if we got you ready for this special day," Narcissa smiled.

"Special day?"

"Why yes, this day is not just your first day back but it is your veryfirst day of you wooing Potter!" proclaimed Narcissa clenching her fist.

The way she said it was the way a crazed overly excited hunter would talk about hunting.

That sort of unerved Draco a bit.

"Yes boy, we must get you prepared," Lucius agreed regaining his 'I'm superior than thou' attitude and posture.

"First thing is first, remember your manners," Narcissa said sternly.

"Secondly dress appropriately, no one would admire someone who dresses like a beggar on the street," Lucius added gazing disapprovingly at Draco's outfit.

"Father, I'm in my night clothes of course I'm not planning on going to the station like this," Draco groaned putting a hand over his face.

"Yes but a Malfoy is always prepared!" Lucius said sternly secretly covering up his silly mistake.

"So that is why we both have prepared an outfit to you," Narcissa smiled gently grasping her son's shoulders leading her to the outfit.

Draco's eyes widened a few inches.

"Are you serious?" he spluttered to his mother.

"Yes," his mother said simply.

'They expect me to wear that? God I'll get so many weird looks on the station,'

"Oh I forgot the bowtie," Narcissa exclaimed to herself.

'I'm going to die of embarrassment,' Draco thought slapping his hand to his face.

This morning Harry honestly thought he was dying.

When he finally awoke the room was spinning, felt sick and had the worst headache he ever had in his life.

He winced as he heard his cousin noisly opened the door.

"Hey mate...how you feeling?" Dudley asked slightly sympathetic as he saw his cousin burying in his head in the pillows and covers.

'Like my brain has been raped by Voldemort several times and then smacked around the head with a shovel,' thought Harry.

"Like crap," Harry grunted.

"So I suppose you don't another beer then?" grinned Dudley waving a can of beer in front of Harry's face.

"Uggghh keep it away!" Harry groaned pushing the can away a hand covering his mouth to keep from throwing up.

'Note to self: Stay away from drinks that taste like rats piss,' Harry thought bitterly making a grimance.

"Well now you know not to drink so fast next time," smirked Dudley.

"I don't think I'd touch one again!" Harry cried dramatically.

Dudley rolled his eyes.

"You will, however you might need to get a move on and get dressed. Or you'll miss your train,"

Harry looked at his alarm clock and paled.

"Oh crap!" cried Harry jumping to his feet rushing to gather himself some clothes.

"Mum and Dad aren't in, so guess who's driving?" grinned Dudley.

'Oh crap, I'm going to die before I even get there,' Harry shuddered getting on his black jumper.

"Where's Harry?" Hermoine asked Ron looking concerned.

"There he is, blimey he looks a mess!" exclaimed Ron.

The red haired boy pointed towards the entrance of Platform Nine and Three Quarters, a paler looking Harry with messier black hair with darker looking clothing, who was currently stumbling towards them trailing his luggage behind him.

"Harry!" cried Hermione rushing towards him.

The Boy Who Lived winced at the voice of his best friend, who was currently crushing him in her arms.

"Good to see you Hermione," croaked Harry trying to catch air in his lungs from her air tight hug.

His best friend pulled away with a disapproving look on her face she was about to say something until Molly Weasley came giving Harry a bone crushing hug.

"Oh Harry dear! You do look peeky, are they feeding you well your relatives?" Molly asked in her concerned mother type voice.

"Quite well thank Mrs. Weasley," smiled Harry.

He noticed the Weasley twins, Fred and George behind their mother, giving him huge grinning looks.

'Just you wait you two, I'll get my revenge,' thought Harry bitterly giving them both glares.

"C'mon mate, before the train leaves," Ron said pulling Harry away from his family.

"PWHuhwhhahha! What the hell are you wearing Draco?" was the response the young Malfoy got from his closest friend Blaise when he arrived with his monstrous outfit.

"Shutup or I'll kill you!" Draco hissed glaring daggers at Blaise.

"Draco I hate to inform you, but this ain't the ball your coming to its just little old Kings Cross," laughed Blaise.

Maybe monstrous was being overdramatic.

For their was nothing wrong with the outfit it looked fantastic...but it looked extremely out of place. In a place where everyone was wearing normal clothing like t-shirts, jeans and jumpers wearing a black tuxedo was extremely weird looking.

"Yes, I know its ridiculous!" Draco muttered harshly totally aware that muggles were staring at him mouths wide open at him.

"But it was my parents idea," the young Malfoy continued glancing at the limo that was driving away which his parents were in.

Blaise stopped laughing but a grin remained on his face.

"Trying to impress someone eh?" nudged Blaise winking.

"Isn't that obvious?" Draco responded dryly.

"Fear not, for me the brilliant Blaise has an idea," declared his friend earning a few more weird looks from people passing by.

Blaise dragged Draco to an empty corner of the train station.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" said a very scared young Malfoy as his friend decided to undress him in public.

"Quit being a baby I'm only removing the jacket..."

Draco sighed in relief.

"And this..." Blaise said snatching Draco's bow tie off nearly choking him.

"Hey!"

"And do this..." Blaise continued his attack on his shirt untucking it.

"Okay thats en-"

"And this..." Blaise undid Draco's top buttons showing off a small piece of his pale chest.

"Seriously Blaise stop your beginning to freak me out no-"

"And lastly THIS!" Blaise grinned as he ruffled his friend's blonde hair.

"BLAISE!" Draco roared slapping his friend's face instantly.

"Oh Draco! What will people say?" Blaise said in a mock hurt fashion his hand rubbing the red part to his cheek.

"I told you never touch my hair! It took me hours to get it perfect like that!" raged Draco.

Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, that's a bit much don't you think? I mean its okay to look good but there's a fine line between being handsome and being desperate!"

Draco opened his mouth to say something until Blaise dragged him by the arm.

"C'mon we're going to be late!"

'I wonder what Harry will say to me about his present,'

The trio finally manage to wrestle themselves a carriage compartment to themselves.

"Finally! I thought we'd never find one to ourselves!" Ron huffed looking a little out of breath seeing as he had to fight off a gang of first years who wanted to have the compartment.

A couple of them were outside the glass door glaring evil looks at the red haired boy.

"Go on then! Bog off!" shouted Ron waving his arms about.

Harry shuddered as he swore one of them mouthed "We'll get you," before stalking off to find another empty compartment.

"Damn, I swear they get creepier every year, eh Hermione?" smirked Ron turning to look towards his bushy haired friend.

But Hermione wasn't smiling.

In fact she was glaring at Harry, the Boy Who Lived could swear he could see sparks of electricity coming through her hair.

Oh yes, she was pissed about something.

"Sit," Hermione strictly ordered Harry and Ron.

Without realising it they instantly obeyed.

"Harry you know I've been a close friend to you and all I am interested in is your well-being right?"

"...Yes..." Harry responded really not wanting to piss the girl off any more then she already was.

"Then what on earth have you done to yourself? You absolutely reek of alcohol! Your clothes are a mess and since when do you smoke?"

"Geez thanks," muttered Harry.

His eyes suddenly narrowed suspiciously.

"Hang on, what are you talking about me smoking?"

"I could smell them on your clothes! Along with the alcohol!" Hermione said putting on her big sister act and placing her hands on her hips.

"Honestly Harry you know alcohol kills your brain cells!"

"Yes I know-"

"And smoking gives you lung cancer!"

"Hermione I really wasn't-"

"Are you taking drugs too?"

"What? Honestly Hermione aren't you overreacting just a litte bi-"

"Whats drugs?" a curious Ron cut in.

"Harry you know you can talk to us at any time righ-"

"HERMIONE WILL YOU LET ME SPEAK?" yelled Harry gaining a huge headache from his friends voice.

His friends paled slightly staring at him with wide eyes. Harry never yelled at them like that before.

Hermione especially looked a bit taken back.

"Sorry, sorry huge headache," Harry instantly apologized rubbing his temples.

"Right to answer your questions, no I don't smoke but Dudley and his friend does the smell must have rubbed off on me when they decided to do that in the car on the way here,"

Hermione crossed her arms and nodded accepting her friend's answer.

"Yes, I have been drinking, just a few! But it was my first time drinking alcohol!" Harry defended himself.

"Harry, I'm sorry I've overreacted. But c'mon you knew it was the first day back yesterday surely you should have more sense?"

Darn. She does have a point there. Thought Harry.

"So I've gained a little hangover and got up late, so that's why I look a mess. I know it was dumb, but Dudley was trying to be nice and I didn't want to be rude and not accept,"

After a few moments of silence Hermione finally said.

"Serves you right, at least next time you'll know better,"

She gave a small smile to her friend meaning that she'll leave it alone.

"So how were the holidays?" asked Ron trying to break the awkward silence.

"...Well they started out okay until I received a dirty magazine from your sister revealing that I was being stalked and people are planning to molest me this year," Harry said simply.

It took a few moments for Ron to process what his friend said.

"Wait, what?"

"Ginny sent me the Witchy Warts magazine, Ron, I don't know why exactly your sister had it,"

Ron's mouth opened in horror, obviously disturbed to hear his sister had been in possession was such a horrific* magazine.

"But I've read several accounts of what people wanted to do to me when I was finally of age and let me tell you, none of them were pretty,"

Hermione went a little pink around the face. This really wasn't what she'd like to hear, but her sharp ears kept keenly listening.

"You know what one guy wanted to take a piece of corn and-"*

"OKAY thats waaay too much information!" Hermione cried going red.

"Oh ew!"

"Now I'm worried about staying in Hogwarts, what if someone tries it there?"

"Kick them in the balls and run," Ron said bluntly.

"But-"

"Don't worry mate, no one would dare try it in public, besides I've hadn't met a physco at Hogwarts yet...except for Malfoy that is,"

This earned a short laugh from Harry.

"So did you enjoy your birthday presents?" smiled Hermione trying to pry away from this disturbing subject.

"Yes, I got a real nice one too!" Harry showing his best friends the ring on his fingers.

Hermione's girlish senses kicked in and couldn't help but awe at the beautiful jewelry*.

"Oh Harry its beautiful! Who's it from?"

"I'm not sure but the initials were D and M,"

"I bet its a girl, your lucky mate,"

Hermione went deadly quiet and paled a bit.

"What?" Harry asked concerned.

"Did you say D and M," asked Hermione looking bewildered.

"Yeah why,"

"Harry, who do you know quite well that has the initials, D and M?" Hermione urged empathising on the letters.

"Erm..." Harry trailed off giving a 'Please help me out here' look to Ron who only shrugged.

'Boys,' Hermione thought resisting the urge to slap her forehead.

"Draco Malfoy!" she exclaimed.

The boys were quiet and stared each other.

"Malfoy?"

A/N: Wahooo!

My muse has returned! 3

Let it known I'm NOT a Hermione basher, but she's the most likely character to be over concerned in that way.

I know some of you think Molly, but she isn't going to hijack the train just to interrogate Harry...or will she?

*1: More of the fact that its Ron's sister reading dirty magazines its weird to think a younger family member would be into that type of stuff...but it happens.

2: Okay I think some Yaoi fangirls would know what anime I'm referencing there. But for those who don't Boku No Sexual Harassment.

BEFORE you guys go and research it. Be warned, watch it all, you'll never look at old men, pieces of corn and bottles the same way again.

I kinda got the idea to reference it from a Deviant Art picture having the guy from the anime say "Got Corn?" LOL.

Till Next Time

~Blazenix