Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot twist. All characters and base plot which this story is following belong to Rowling.

Warnings: Bastard Ron, semi-bitchy Hermione (later), (Harry/Draco) mild kissing and touching (hand holding type). They are only 11 right now.

A/N: I am debating whether or not I should use Justpunky's idea about making a quad/pack mates scenario. I'm kind of liking the idea. I'll wait to see what more people vote on before making my final decision.

On the chance I go with the quad/pack scenario…since I have two magical creatures in the pack (Lucius/Lupin), should I make Snape an Animagus to even it out? If so, what would his Animagus form be? Please don't say crow, or raven. Too obvious. I can't say I'm too found of the snake or rat idea either.

Chapter 2: Friendship or more

Draco tossed and turned all night. He wasn't sure why it was driving him so crazy, but, he really did not think Harry belonged in Slytherin. Draco was ecstatic that he and his friend were in the same House, but deep down, Draco knew Harry did not belong down here at all. Did the Hat make a mistake? Draco knew Harry was ambitious, defiantly cunning (most of the time), but the younger boy was too nice to rally see just how two faced and backstabbing some people could be if you didn't earn their alliance early in life. Even then you couldn't be too sure of them. Or maybe you could and it would be better to find that out early be able keep a close eye on them later.

Not to mention the fact that most of Slytherin was made up of pure-bloods who's families served you-know-who and would love to be able hurt Harry fore killing the lunatic. Doesn't matter that Harry was only a year old. Draco wasn't sure about what his father's feelings in the matter were.

The man was mad about the Dark Lord's fall of course; but was it because Snake-face (from what his father had told him) fell, or was it because the only person willing to accept Dark Creatures (even if he did use them as tools) was no longer around to create this utopia that he promised?

Probably the later.

On the other hand, Mr. Potter worked for the Ministry in the DRCMM, trying to lessen some of the laws restricting Dark Creatures, give them more citizenship.

Maybe Harry would to that too? Draco'd have to ask tomorrow. With that in mind, Draco turned on his stomach, cuddled his pillow, and fell into troubled sleep filled with shadowy snakes, a cold whispery cackle, and uncertainty surrounding him.

The next morning at breakfast, Draco broached the question most bothering him since last night.

"Harry," Draco asked quietly. He didn't want the hole House to over this if there really was some kind of mistake.

"Yeah?"

"Why were you put in Slytherin? You didn't ask to be put here because of me did do?" half of Draco was hopping Harry didn't, the bigger half of him. The other was hopping he did and was extremely flattered at the thought of Harry following him into Slytherin just so they could stay together.

Harry slowly shook his head, "no. the Sorting Hat told me that Slytherin was the best place foe me to go. Why? Aren't you happy I'm her?"

Draco's heart skipped a beat at the hurt and confused look Harry was giving him. "Of course I'm glade that you're here, that we get to stay together. That's not the point," Draco was quick to amend.

"Then what is the point?"

"The point is that you're a nice a kid and many of these snakes are not. A lot of there families followed the Dark lord freely simply because of the power he possessed and the promises of a pure-blooded paradise. Where people like your mum and dad would be destroyed or turned into slaves with the muggles.

"The point is that many Slytherins want you dead for killing you-know-who, accident or no."

A sad smile slid across Harry's face, "I know. A lot of people want a lot from me. Either my fame or my life. That's why mum and dad moved to a quiet muggle neighborhood. To get away from all that. To keep me safe.

"You're right though, compared to you and most of our Housemates, I'm a complete dunce in the art of manipulation and subtlety." Harry's smile became much cheerier by the end, if he had told a privet joke.

"All the more reason for you not to be here. Personally I would have thought the Hat would have put you in Gryffindor."

"That was the Hat's second choice for me."

They smiled at the irony.

Near the end of breakfast, Snape came round with their class schedules. Harry was sure the Professor had glowered at him as the man passed. This was not going to be fun. But, he had to try to get along him. If not for his mum, then for the simple fact that the professor was his Head of House and it would be easier for everybody if he found a way to get on Snape's good side. If he even had a good side.

Jury was still out on that verdict.

Harry had seen the maybe three or five times in his entire life, and not once did Snape ever smile at him. Or talked to him. Of course the last time they saw each other, Harry was about seven or eight. Maybe he was biding his time, waiting until his parents weren't around to strike?

Harry looked at his classes for today.

Monday:

Potions with Gryffindors 9:00-10:45

Charms with Hufflepuffs 10:50-11:25

History of Magic with Ravenclaws 11:30-12:55

Lunch 1:00-2:00

Transfiguration with Gryffindors 2:05-3:35

Defense Against the Dark Arts with Ravenclaws 3:40-4:20

Herbology with Hufflepuffs 4:25-5-:30

It turned out that Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here then up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.

Snape, started the class with roll call, pausing at Harry's name before moving on.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. "I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually teach."

Silence followed this little speech. Weasley looked at Snape as if he had grown another head while Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving the she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Now, as there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron, with its shimmering fumes, or the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses."

He gave the room an icy stare. He flicked his wand at the board, "take out a piece of parchment and a quill, and copy the notes on the board."

Class only seamed to get worse from there, at least for the Gryffindors.

After the brief introductory notes, Snape paired them off. Harry didn't get to work with Draco, but luckily he did get to work with Blaise, who was almost as good as Draco when I came to Potions.

Snape swept the room, criticizing most everyone except Draco. Not surprising.

Draco kept glancing over to where Harry and Blaise were working. He knew Blaise from when they were toddlers. In fact, Draco had known Blaise only three years longer then he had known Harry. Draco was secretly glad that the two of them were partners. He was hopping they would be able to becomes friends as well.

Snape had come over to praise Draco once again for his potion making abilities, when an explosion interrupted him. One of the Gryffindors had melted the caldron they were using, spilling a toxic, boil inducing substance everywhere. Snape banished the mess and dismissed the boy to the hospital wing.

A few other potions where ruined from the unexpected catastrophe, Weasley and Thomas's, Weasley almost knocked theirs over while trying to get up on the table out of the path of destruction for one. Greg and Theo's was another, though things weren't going so well for them to begin with anyway. Vince and Pansy seamed to be having the same problem with theirs as well so there was no big loss there.

Granger and Patil's, Draco and Millicent's, just barely squeaking by, Harry and Blaise's were the only ones that weren't going to need to be started over. Snape granted them permission to continue working on theirs while everyone else was assigned a one inch font, three foot essay on the potion they had just been working on; including the properties of the ingredients, other uses, and what other possible dangers could have happened when not brewed correctly.

At the end of the hour, the three couples cleaned up, bottled a sample for grading and packed up before Snape assigned them all a research paper on various other boil cure potions centering on when they were discovered/created and by whom. Both papers (the essays from the rest of the class) were due next class.

No one was to tell Longbottom until after dinner.

Not much more exiting happened in any other class.

Charms started with some theory work and wrist movements.

Draco and only a third of the Ravenclaws were able to stay awake in HoM.

They learned not to cross McGonagall before taking notes and then trying to turn a matchstick into a needle, Granger was the only one to make any kind of progress.

DADA was a joke and Harry found himself taking notes from the book (out of sheer boredom) to be more constructive.

Lastly Herbology, which was instructive, but some of the plants Professor Sprout had mentioned made him a little nervous. Luckily they wouldn't have to worry about them until next year. This year was mostly harmless magical lilies and poppies whose pollen put people to sleep or made them hallucinate. One of the Hufflepuffs, Ernie Mc-something, accidentally breathed in poppy pollen and was brought to the hospital wing to be looked after while he napped.

The rest of the week progressed in this fashion. Thursday, Neville blew up the potion he was working on, Charms was replaced with a double Trans., HoM was cut in half (they had Astrology at mid night that night), as was DADA. Slytherins had a free period instead of Herbology. Most students napped on and off during these extra free periods, others studied or finished unfinished homework.

Draco was one of the later bunch, with Harry leaning comfortably on his shoulder half asleep listening to him recite something from Draco's Potions textbook.

They were down by the lack, in a secluded clearing. Well, a well covered clearing anyway. It was a perfect September day. Clear skies, a cool breeze, warm sunshine. It was a little nippy, but you hardly even noticed it.

Draco felt Harry's wait increase slightly and heard his breath even out more. Draco looked down at the boy resting against him. Draco's heart sped up a little at the sight.

Harry's permanently tussled raven locks framed a delicate heart shaped face, while long lashes brushed his light pink dahlia cheeks. Perfect, light pink rose lips were slightly parted in a smile. As sappy as it was, there was no other way to describe him.

As if with a mind of its own, Draco's hand lifted to caress the sleeping boy's face. It was as soft as the flower that it resembled. Gently removing Harry's glasses, Draco brought his head down, a blush coloring his own cheeks.

It wasn't a heart stopping, passionate kiss. No where near that, but a simple brush of lips against one anther, a feeling. Very innocent. Yet it had Draco's head spinning. He felt a tiring at his back and knew his wings were trying to break free.

"Draco?"

"Harry!" Draco squeaked, turning a deep red. "How did you sleep? Have a nice nap?" Draco knew he was babbling, but couldn't seam to help himself.

Harry's face was expressionless for a moment. Draco was afraid that he had just messed lost one of his best friends when Harry gave him a soft smile.

With no word, Harry reached up and brought Draco's head down. It was still a closed mouth kiss, but was deeper then before.

Harry's smile was a little wider when he rested his head against Draco's shoulder's once more.

"What was that?" Draco asked quietly.

"Revenge," Harry replied giggling. "You stole my first kiss, so I stole yours."

"Oh."

It was dinner and Draco still had a hard time breathing right, and he couldn't even look directly at Harry for long without a light dusting of pink coloring his face.

Harry seamed to find the hole thing amusing and looked like he was trying not to giggle every time. Which didn't help Draco's embarrassment.

Blaise looked between the two, but neither was talking. It was a secret both had silently agreed upon to keep. For now.

After all, a first kiss was a first kiss, and first kisses are always the most precious.

A/N: Sappy ending ;. For all my fellow Harry Potter fans and loyal reads, you will recognize the description of the dungeons and Snape's speech from page 136-37 and will also recognize that the speech is mixed up some.

Okay, now that the recognition to the brilliance that is J. K. Rowling…

I know Draco isn't as much of a brat as his in the original plot. I am chalking it up to Harry's early good influences during there childhood. But Draco wouldn't be a Malfoy if he didn't have one or two tantrums, which I will rectify in later chapters (Teenagers, hormones, fun).

A/A 2: So no one gets mad at me for not posting the adult couple(s)/group…I'm waiting for more reviews. I've got a tie with Remus and Snape both together and with a Sirius at the same time. If nothing improves I think I have to go with a minority voting or a threesome between them. That should be fun. Poor Snape is still being "tortured" by the Marauders. What da think?

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Thank-you.