Chapter 2

Draco arched into the firm yet gentle had as it left a burning trail down the length of his torso going lower and lower. He felt hot, like he was on fire. Never before had he ever felt this way, he gazed was hazy with lust as he stared up into the brilliant blue eyes of his mysterious lover. His hand trailed up the tanned arm that rippled with muscle his hand came to settle on the back of his lover's neck. He crashed his lips with the soft ones as his lover wrapped a firm hand around his length; he bucked, pressing himself against the hand. He moaned.

Draco groaned as the sun filtered into the window of his bedroom. His smoky grey eyes still lidded with sleep and a hidden lust for his dream lover. His eyes trailed to the clock on his beside, 10:30am. Before they trailed to the problem that just decided to show up for the last month. He had no idea why he was dreaming of guys now, he always pegged himself as straight, and he's never in his life ever felt remotely attracted to any man, okay that was a lie. He just didn't want to admit that he had a minor (…humongous…) crush on the Gryffindor klutz, Neville Longbottom.

"Draco sweety, time to get up" came the sweet call of his mother, Draco's eyes widened. Shit! He couldn't let her see him in this situation, how embarrassing would that be, if the young Malfoy was found with a morning hard-on?! It wouldn't be a good thing; it would tarnish his family's name, which was already going down the drain, thanks to his dark-lord-supporting-father, who by the way was locked safely away in Azkaban. The door creaked open.

"Ack! Mother, don't come in" he said as he lept from the bed and slammed the door closed; he could hear the faint sound of his mother huffing on the other side of the wood.

"Draco, what's the matter?" came her sweet melodious voice filled with concern. He stood quietly for a moment thinking, what was he going to say?

"I'm not dressed!" he called out, he locked the door the old muggle fashion way. Who said he didn't do things the same way as muggle's, of course he didn't dust with a chickens ass, he wasn't that crazy! He stared hard at the problem in his lower region, glowering. Go down! He hissed mentally.

"Well hurry up, we need to leave to catch the train!" she called through the door; Draco sighed in relief as he heard the footsteps of his mother walk away. Now if only he could have relief in a different area then everything would be peachy! But he didn't have time to have some of his 'happy-time.' He scowled, nor did he have enough time to shower. He had never gone a day without shower. He sighed frowning before he grudgingly walked towards his walk in closet; well there was a first thing for everything.

He grabbed a green turtle neck and a pair of black trousers before pulling on a black robe that he had gotten last Christmas from his Aunt Delores. (And no it ain't Delores Umbridge) he grabbed his wand before running a comb through his platinum blonde locks, forgoing the grease. He hadn't used that nasty shit since third year, and he wasn't going to start anytime soon. He through a glare at the innocent jar before he stumbled from his room and down the long hall towards the foyer of the Malfoy mansion. Sometimes he hated living here, it was just to big.

He saw his mother smile at him as he walked into the foyer, she was wearing a terry coat, that yes she picked up at some muggle store, and she had always kept the secret of her fascination of muggle's from his father. He smiled. Both were more open since they didn't have the task driver around to parade and decide there lives for them.

"Morning mum" he said giving her a light hug and a kiss on the cheek. She returned the kiss and hug.

"Morning dear, you ready for a new year at school" she said lightly brushing the platinum bangs that hung over the grey eyes of her son. He was so handsome, now it was only a matter of time before he found his only. Oh she couldn't wait to meet him or her. Yes she was a very opened minded woman, and was very supportive in her son's choice, what ever it was.

"Yha" he said.

"Good, lets go before you miss it" she said. She grabbed the trunk beside her after there was a mild protesting match between the two Malfoy's, Draco insisted on carrying his own trunk but when his decided to carry his and hers well there was just no arguing with her. His mother had become very independent when his father was locked away. She wasn't obedient of submissive anymore. She had grown and he liked to think he had too. They both drew there wands and with a pop they were gone.

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Neville sighed as he stepped of the train at kings cross; he pulled his luggage behind him. People stared at the old fashioned trunk and the toad the young man held. But many of the young girls manly stared be cause the tall boy was just so….there was no word for it. Neville payed them no attention it was as if he didn't notice it, which was true, he thought they were staring for a completely different reason!

It had been a month and one day since he had found out about the heritage that ran through his family. He was last of a well known Celtic tribe known as Berserker's, they held the power of Odin in there veins. It terrified him, that if he got angry and lost control he could tear someone apart like they were nothing but bubble wrap! He ran a hand through his long hair, that's right, poor never had gone through some changes over the last few weeks.

His hair grew longer and tangled, it was really annoying. His grandmother seemed to just swoon though, unfortunately she had insisted on putting ancient war braids in his hair. But he had declined he wasn't going off to war! Just school, but then again that was a war in of itself. Then there was the amazing growth spurt, he went from six feet, to six foot seven! He had to be the tallest in his year, he even bet he was taller then the Professors! He had also filled out, he wasn't gangly, he had muscle, it made him look lean, not bulky. And he tanned considerably. He liked that bit, it made him look like he had actually been in the sun, and he was, attending to his garden of course. No longer was he the pasty gangly boy, now before everyone was a man with a hidden power.

He quickly looked around before he stepped through the wall of 9 ¾, he smiled lightly as the smell of train smoke filled his lungs, this felt like home. It seemed as if he was coming home from a twenty year vacation. His head swivelled left and right looking for some of his Gryffindor friends, which he really didn't think were his friends, they tended to ignore him a lot. So they were more of acquaintances or just some people to hang out with till they got to school. Where he then could just hand out in the green houses with Professor Sprout. He didn't find them, but he did find a young Malfoy. His eyes seemed to be glued to the young platinum blonde Slytherin.

A deep feral voice whispered in the back of his mind when he layed eyes on the lithe man who stood at 5'11. Mine. Neville's eyes widened before he shook his head, there was no way he just thought that! There was no way! He hurried towards the train, stepping on and finding a compartment before he slammed the door closed and took a deep breath. Was there something his grandmother forgot to tell him, because there was no way, his mind his mine! It was like it claimed the sophisticated Malfoy, there was just no way! He sighed leaning his head back tiredly, he didn't want to think in this one confusing moment. But of course Merlin, or more specifically Odin, hated him, because apparently it gave him a weird choice of compartment buddies.

"Excuse me, but could we share the compartment?" came the sweet feminine voice. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman, they widened as they took in the side of Mrs Malfoy standing there beside her son. He gestured towards the seat opposite him, well he didn't want to be rude, and saying no they should get there own compartment those slimy Slytherin's.

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Draco's eyes widened at the man in the compartment his mother had chosen, he was tall, really tall. And had the most amazing blue eyes. But he recognized him from somewhere, there was a dull ribit to his left, his eyes shifted to the small cage that held a told, his grey eyes read the name on the cage. Trevor. They widened.

"Longbottom!"

TBC………………………………...

A/N: so how is the chapter any good? Please review.

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