Hoorah for chapter 2! I tried to make this one longer, but I also wanted to leave my readers desperate for more.

This chapter P.E. will finally start. You know what that means? Uniforms! Hope you enjoy ;)

I heart you Dumbledore. Rest in peace. He will show up a lot in future chapters. he will be the adorable old man type of character in my story.

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Draco trudged to his bed after a brief shower and flopped on its fluffy covers. He eyed his new gym uniform angrily as it lay, almost menacingly, on his bedside table. It was far too plain for his tastes. It was a simple white T-shirt with a small Slytherin crest printed in green right over the heart. On the back was a much larger Hogwarts crest in all black. This wouldn't have been so bad. At least the outfit wasn't cumbersome, but the shorts… well, there wasn't enough fabric to them.

He had tried them on privately and was dismayed to find that they left nothing to the imagination. I mean Draco knew he had nothing to be worried about when it came to those sorts of things, but Merlin's beard! He could put his arms at his sides and the shorts came up past his wrists! If they were any shorter they would be giving him a wedgie!

At least they weren't terribly clingy, and the fabric breathed. And they were black; one of Draco's favorite colors.

"Oi, Draco. You gonna get dressed or just lay there?" Blaise asked as he padded into the boy's dormitory in a pair of baggy, plaid, green pajama pants, a towel around his neck. Draco groaned and rolled over pulling the towel around his waist to a more modest position.

"Did you try on the uniforms?' Draco asked in a defeated voice. Blaise tossed his towel to the floor and sat down on his own bed making the springs creak.

"Nah," he replied casually meeting Draco's gaze, "I'd rather not worry about another class sooner than I have to." Blaise swung his legs up on the bed and leaned back into the pillow, his arms folded behind his head. "Besides, it's not like it's the hardest class on our schedules. Some sweating, exercising, and running around. I think it'll be an easy A." Draco sat up and began searching his bags for clothes, his back to Blaise.

"I still don't see why we purebloods have to do something so… muggle!" Draco continued rifling through his things in search of underwear. "If, you ask me it's a waste of time and energy." For a moment Blaise was silent. Draco finally found a pair of boxers and was about to put them on when Blaise said something surprising.

"You don't have to be a prick all the time, you know." Draco whipped his head over his shoulder, his mouth agape.

"What did you say?" Draco growled clenching his underwear in his fist.

"You heard me," Blaise retorted coolly. "It would do you good to get outside once in a while. Maybe you wouldn't be so edgy all the time." Blaise rolled over with his back to the stunned Malfoy signaling that this discussion was over. Draco was about to say something but Blaise interrupted one last time.

"By the way, you might want to do something about that full moon." Whatever comments Draco had ready died in his throat. He looked around puzzled. Suddenly he realized that his towel was askew. He squeaked in surprise and yanked it around to cover his ass. Even though they were the only ones in the dorm, Draco still sunk off the bed where he was sure he was hidden completely from Blaise. He changed hastily and slipped quietly under the covers.

Draco charmed the lights off with his wand and pulled his blankets up to his neck. For a while he just glared angrily at Blaise's shoulders his cheeks still red with embarrassment.

'Damn you, Zabini,' he thought, crossing his arms. 'Just because you're already tall and strong… of course you'll do well in that class.' Draco rolled away and closed his eyes while he thought. It wasn't like he was fat, but he had never done anything special to stay in shape. There was Quidditch, but he hadn't been a very devoted member of the team.

'Even before he got that Firebolt, Potter could still out fly me,' Draco pictured Potter's face with that infuriating smirk on it. Draco's eyes snapped open and he burnt holes into the wall with his stare. 'Stupid Potter,' he thought clenching his fists tightly. 'I know I can do better in that class than him. He isn't the skinny kid he used to be but,' Draco paused and remembered those broad shoulders.

'No, damn it, no!' He thought, fiery determination blazing in his chest. 'I will do better than that dumb scar face!' With that, Draco shut his eyes again; sure that he would prove himself. If there was anything he hated it was being upstaged.

'Especially by Potter!'

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The stone halls were bustling with students the next morning. First through seventh years were all jostling each other around in an effort to get to breakfast. After the main rush had filtered into the great hall there were only a few stragglers left who made their way down the corridors at swift paces. Draco Malfoy was one of those stragglers.

He sprinted down the hallway, his messenger bag whacking his side with every stride. He was trying to tighten his tie and apply hair gel with his wand at the same time. He yanked his tie tight with his teeth and hand while casting the spell with his other hand. His black shoes skidded against stone as he rounded a corner, dashing past portraits and classrooms and broom closets.

'Stupid Blaise!' He though while reaching into his bag for a quick spray of expensive cologne. 'The least he could do was wake me, fight or no fight!' Draco could see the great hall doors with the next turn he took. 'The muffins are always the first thing to go! Please let there be some chocolate chip ones left!' Draco slowed to a trot as he came closer, putting the finishing touches on his hair. He was almost to the doors when some one came strolling out from around a statue.

"Malfoy," Potter said in a dismissive voice, a small smile gracing his features. Draco screeched to a halt gasping for breath. He forgot about his hair and flicked his wand away hastily. He straitened his posture and tried to keep his breathing level.

"Potter," Draco responded maliciously, although somewhat out of breath. Potter continued forward, undeterred. Draco felt sweat still beading on his forehead but he would absolutely not break eye contact to wipe it off. No, no, Potter wouldn't get the best of him. He stood steady, waiting for his rival to reach him. When Potter was finally close enough, Draco folded his arms and looked strait into his eyes.

"What do you want, scar face?" Draco snapped halfheartedly. He found himself too preoccupied staring. 'Have Potter's eyes always been so… green?' Draco maintained his icy gaze, but inside his heart fluttered slightly.

The black haired boy, however, seemed oblivious to the patented Malfoy smirk. Harry kept approaching Draco until he was barely inches away. Draco's body took immediate notice. He could feel heat roll off Potter like dragon fire. Goosebumps crawled up his arms then sloped over his shoulders and down his back. His whole body was screaming at him. Pleading with Draco to do… something. Anything. Draco just wasn't sure what it was his body seemed to want so desperately.

"W-what are you doing, P-potter?" Draco squeaked, trying to remain in control. He wanted to back away but was too paralyzed to move. Draco was just glad that he could blame his blush on the mad dash he had made to get to breakfast.

"Can't I stand here?" Potter asked innocently, looking through his dark lashes into Draco's gray eyes.

"No!" Draco growled, determined not to give in and move. "I was here first!"

"It that so?" Potter sighed to no one in a bored tone, staring at something over Draco's shoulder. As embarrassed as Draco felt he was still enraged at this. 'How dare he ignore me in the middle of a stand off!' Draco looked over his shoulder to see just what was so interesting. To his disappoint he saw nothing, just an empty hallway. He heard Potter snicker and Draco snapped his head back with a livid expression.

"Made you look," Potter teased in a singsong voice.

"Now look here, Potter!" Draco bellowed, ready to snap. All he had wanted that morning was a muffin and some orange juice, but no! Stupid orphan boy had to ruin it! He had even hoped not to run into Potter today, a rare urge in the blonde boy's mind. Usually he enjoyed the occasional insult or jab at Potter's pride, but not now. Because of the dark haired boy's sudden aloof nature, all the fun had been taken out of fighting with him. Now Draco had no muffin, beverage, or patience to speak of. He was about to shove Potter backwards when suddenly something happened that made him freeze.

Harry leaned forward, his messy hair tickling Draco's cheek, his face positioned right in the crook of Draco's neck. Draco could feel Potter's hot breath trail down his neck before he inhaled. Draco held incredibly still, afraid to upset whatever it was that seemed to be happening in this insane alternate universe. He felt his skin buzz under Potter's.

Everything was so hot: Draco's skin, his now uncomfortably stifling uniform, and his insides that were pooling into jelly. And Potter was just so achingly close but still not touching him. Hovering over his heart as it threatened to pound out of his chest. Draco felt his knees go weak as every part of him started to melt; even the part of him that was protesting this with everything it had.

Then, in an instant, it was over. Potter leaned away and grinned.

"I like your cologne. I'll have to remember that smell," he said as he turned to walk away. Before disappearing around the corner he called over his shoulder, "I'd work on your hair, though." With that, he was gone.

Draco rushed over to a portrait, his body still on fire.

"Your mirror," he called in a hoarse voice to the woman in a green dress that sat in the frame, "Bring it here!" With a dejected 'humph' she lowered her hand mirror to Draco's eye level. He stared, in utter amazement at his hair. Because he had pocketed his wand so quickly, one half of his bangs stuck strait up, stiff as a board. They mocked him with cruel indifference as his knees buckled underneath him.

The weight of earth shattering embarrassment and the frantic hum of his pulse pulled him down. Draco plopped to the floor panting; his cheeks still a rosy red. He pressed his warm back against the cold wall, wishing he could disappear. His disobedient body seemed determined to rule him. He closed his eyes and tried to listen to the furious whirring inside his chest.

Draco could hear his heart pounding and his shaky breath rattle in his lungs. He could still smell that spicy pumpkin scent that had seemed to waft off Potter's skin. But most of all, more intense than any of those things, Draco could feel something hot coil in the pit of his abdomen. Something primal that was nestled deep in his instincts, urging to be please it. It was a hungry, starving feeling that begged to be filled.

Deep down, Draco knew it couldn't be satisfied with chocolate chip muffins.

~Later that day…

The sun sank low along the tree line, rimming the horizon in a brilliant glow. The Forbidden Forest seemed to be on fire as reds, oranges, and yellows shot through the air, distorting everything's original color. The towering main doors creaked open and all the students flooded out onto the grass. Every year was dressed in black shorts and color coordinated T-shirts. Each class huddled together, looking around with apprehensive glances. No one was really sure what to expect. One Slytherin in particular was more nervous than the rest as he attempted to stretch a few more inches out of the fabric of his shorts. Draco looked around, searching for a place to hide.

'How can they be so comfortable in these things!?' Draco thought as his eyes bounced from face to face. Everyone he saw was chatting happily with his or her friends, not an awkward expression in the bunch. A whiny noise escaped Draco's throat as he folded his arms. He simply could not make his shorts any longer. Earlier he had discovered that his uniform was charm proof and he didn't have the kind of power to break the incantation.

"So, you showed up," Blaise noted, appearing suddenly behind Draco. The young Malfoy jumped and turned around to eye his friend. He was, however, distracted by Blaise's clothes. Draco gaped at his friend's endless, muscular legs that were covered in supple brown skin. He was painfully reminded of his own smaller, pale legs. The only person in school whose complexion came even close to Draco's was Luna, and he was sure she was darker than he was.

"Hello," Blaise said, waving a hand in front of Draco's face, "My eyes are up here." Draco blushed furiously and shook his head.

"Don't be stupid!" He snapped, trying not to notice Blaise's broad shoulders and the white sleeves that strained to stay together around his strapping arms. "I'm… just really pale," he admitted, looking away. "And these shorts are really annoying." Draco bit his lip and a bright red blush painting his face. It felt odd for a Malfoy to admit to such insecurities.

"It's alright," Blaise said with a shrug, "It's kind of cute. I can always tell when you're embarrassed." Draco's eyes widened as he stared confused and shocked at his fellow Slytherin. Blaise returned his gape with a wiry grin. "Besides, you look pretty good in those shorts."

"Erm… thank you?" Draco peeped so quietly he wasn't sure he had made a noise. He tugged at his shirt, trying to cover himself. Blaise's comments only served to make Draco feel more exposed. Even though those same compliments also made his heartbeat quicken. He didn't have more time to ponder the meaning behind Blaise's words because the giant old doors burst open with a flourish.

"Welcome students!" Headmaster Dumbledore proclaimed as he appeared in the arched doorway. Every witch and wizard was silent, as they looked the old professor up and down. He was clad in, sneakers, a black baseball cap and plain T-shirt with a Hogwarts symbol to match the crowd in front of him. A large, sliver whistle hung around his neck, on top of his beard, which was now twisted into a hip long braid. Then, last but not least, were his festive purple shorts that had golden snitches zooming around on the fabric. Madam Hooch stood beside him in her black robes and a broom in her hand, wearing the same humiliated expression the students wore.

"He's absolutely lost it," Blaise whispered to Draco whose mouth was hanging open. All he could do was nod stiffly in agreement.

"Well, let's get down to business," Dumbledore proclaimed as he strode to the center of the circle, Madam Hooch in tow. "I'm sure this is new to all of you, but let's try our best to have fun, eh?" he glanced around the circle, a warm smile on his face. "This new subject is mainly about taking care of your body. This week we will be focusing on exercise. Next week, however, you can hang up your uniforms because we will be studying from books inside the castle, then so on and so forth in this fashion." Several students sighed with relief at this. Maybe every other week would be more a routine schedule. Or… at least they hoped.

"Madam Hooch has agreed to help me in this adventure we will be embarking on today. She shall be taking the girls and I will be in charge or you young lads." Dumbledore looked at Madam Hooch expectantly and she looked away with a frown.

"All right, girls," she snapped harshly, as she march away, "Come this way!" All the female students shuffled away after her slowly, waving good-bye to their male friends. While the girls disappeared to the other side of the castle, the boys gathered closer to Professor Dumbledore. Draco stood on the inside ring of students, Blaise by his side.

"What's say we start off with a light jog?" Dumbledore suggested, cracking his knuckles experimentally. "Let's all meet up at the Owlery. Take a few moments to stretch with a partner and when I blow the whistle we'll start up the hill." The headmaster backed away and motioned for the boys to start. Draco stood quietly by Blaise and lazily stretched his arms. He glanced around apprehensively.

All of a sudden, like sun splitting through clouds, the crowd parted and Draco caught sight of Harry. He stood by Ron and laughed about something as he stretched his arms behind his back. Draco stood still, transfixed. His breath caught in his throat and he swallowed dryly. It seemed to Draco that Potter was… glowing. The sunset outlined his limber frame perfectly as he reached his arms over his head, his chest jutted out. That same hot feeling started to gather in Draco's gut, growling like a famished ogre.

"No, no, this will never do!" Dumbledore sighed, snapping Draco out of his trance. "Be a little more enthusiastic! You don't run on your arms do you?" With a flick of his wand, every boy's body stiffened as if they were paralyzed. "If you don't branch out from your own houses, how will you ever make friends? I guess I'll just have to pick your partners for you randomly." The headmaster lifted his wand as high as he could and swung it down in a neat slice.

A wave of magic quivered through the air and all was quiet. Then suddenly, boys of all sizes were zooming around. Their feet hovered inches off the ground, their legs locked and stiff, while they were racing around each other, as if invisible strings were pulling them. It was an absolute frenzy. Some were screaming and some were cheering but they all wore the same wide-eyed expression. They whipped past one another, each boy on his own rolled coaster. Every time a group of them almost collided, they would all swerve out of the way at the last possible minute. Arms flailed and hearts beat fast as they narrowly avoided a potentially painful clash.

All the while Draco screamed in a very high-pitched, non-manly, voice. He didn't have the time to care for his reputation when every other second he almost got the teeth knocked out of him by a rouge fist or another face. As wind whipped by him he looked about frantically in search of help. Every once in a while he caught sight of Blaise but he was laughing like this was the most fun thing in his life. Draco couldn't disagree more.

His body made a sharp turn and his limbs whipped along violently. He looked back and saw a pair of boys lying next to each other in a heap. He shuddered at his probable fate. The more he looked around, though, the more pairs he saw dazed on the ground. Draco then realized that he was one of the few left moving. He then looked up and saw Neville hurtling towards him.

They both comprehended what was happening at the same time and grimaced. Neville braced himself with his arms and Draco pleaded to Merlin that he could have a different partner. They were mere feet away now and Draco gritted his teeth, swearing aloud and internally.

'Dear Salazar, why?!' the young Malfoy thought desperately. Then, as if his prayers had been answered, Neville swerved out of the way and rammed head on into a Ravenclaw boy. Draco looked back at the pair on the ground and sighed with relief. He looked forward again and had the air immediately knocked out of him.

For a moment, Draco just lay gasping in the grass, staring at the blazing sky that was now in his line of sight. His back ached and now so did his chest. He moved his hand to rub the tender spot, but he came upon something unexpected: a silky head of hair.

Draco went stiff as a board, every muscle tensed as he became aware of the warm body that lay on top of his own. He heard a grumble ripple across his stomach as the boy in his lap came to. Draco felt the warmth recede as the boy lifted himself up. Draco's mouth hung open as he was pierced by a pair of green, almond shaped eyes.

"Malfoy?" Potter said, his black locks dangling around his face as he looked down at the boy underneath him. Draco's throat went dry as a desert as his mouth flapped like a fish out of water.

"P-p-potter?!" Draco choked out as he lay in an embarrassingly submissive position. Draco wanted more than anything to be anywhere else. Somewhere that didn't have Potter above him, his arms on either side of his shoulders, his knee nestled between his legs in a shirt that now rode up his stomach, and shorts that were pulled so far up they could be considered a pair of tight briefs.

"Very good, Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore cheered from the front of the crowd, "You've already started on the first stretch. Now all you have to do is lift his leg up. Mr. Weasley, please help me demonstrate." Ron, the odd man out, gawked between Dumbledore's out stretched hand and Harry and Draco's current position. From far away it looked as of Ron's entire head was one bid, red radish. Reluctantly, Ron sat on the ground next to the headmaster and waited with a hateful expression on his face.

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said with a smile. In an instant, Ron was on his back with the old professor straddling one of his legs. "Now what you need to do is lift the other leg and keep the foot as flat as possible by pressing down with your palm." Ron let out a strangled noise of surprise, as he turned even redder. "Keep your other palm against the knee," Dumbledore continued, unaware of Ron's obvious discomfort. "If the knee bends the stretch isn't as effective. Please remember not to push the leg too far back, only until you feel a slight discomfort. After a while, switch legs. This is great for loosening up those hamstrings." The old professor leaned against Ron's leg, pushing it closer to his chest. Ron's face twisted in pain as he whimpered and clawed the ground.

"TOO FAR! TOO FAR!" he cried in a cracking voice. Dumbledore relaxed the pressure and smile apologetically.

"Sorry, Mr. Weasley. But before you know it, you'll be able to eat a chocolate frog off your toes." Every student watched in revulsion, each one more glad than the last that they weren't in Ron's position, both literally and figuratively. They all gave him a nod of pity and silent thanks as they turned towards their own partner and began.

"Well," Harry said in a lofty voice. Draco looked up at him, fear shining clearly in his eyes. Potter loomed over him, his lips stretched in a toothy grin, his eyes dancing in the light of the setting sun, "I guess we'd better get started."

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Cliffhanger!

By the way, for those of you who are wondering, this is a real stretch. I do it in track all the time and it works wonders. And I realize that Blaise may be acting a little out of character, but hey, it is a fan fiction. I think it adds to the story.

I feel bad for Ron, but bad things do tend to happen to him. That's what you get for being the comic relief. Send him your sympathies, he needs them.

Please read, review, and enjoy :)