Authors Note xD

I'm sorry for the lack of storyline in the last chapter, I started writing and it seemed like a place to stop lol.

The last one and a few after are going to be unbeta'd since my beta is in Florida for 2 weeks and I feel like posting once I've written :)

I'm not sure if I like exactly where this chapter went, so please, please let me know!! Even though I already know what's gonna happen in the next chapter… =/ Tell me if it's shit, okay!!!

Chapter 18 – Just Get Back Up When It Knocks You Down.

"Shit."

This is the only thing that could be heard through the flapping of hundreds of owl's wings. Heading towards the Slytherin table, towards Harry in particular, were several majestic looking owls carrying several packages each. While Harry sat in shock, Blaise and Draco quickly cleared away all plates and food that happened to be within a 2 metre radius. The owls proceeded to drop package after package on the table, as more were added to the pile, Harry's eyes got wider.

"Jeez, Harry, this is more than what I got. Lady Malfoy has really outdone herself," Blaise said, already rummaging through the boxes.

Some boxes were obviously shrunken and others were left at their normal size. As they looked through the boxes, they found a lot of things that weren't exactly needed, but were definitely wanted. The first box was filled with, what looked like, every book ever sold in Flourish and Blotts. Harry had never openly been into books but Draco knew just how much he liked to read by himself. He had mentioned this to his mother in one of his letters. The next box they found was stocked with new clothes for every occasion.

"Draco, you told your mother everything about us, didn't you tell her about the shopping spree we've already had? I have enough clothes." Harry said when he noticed just how much Narcissa had sent.

"One can never have too many items of clothing, Harry dear." Narcissa's voice rang out from the box.

"How does she do that!?" Blaise said in amazement.

"My mother is a very complex woman. Complex, but bloody brilliant." Draco said, reaching for the next box.

By the end of the search, Harry had gained chocolates, more shoes, toiletries and hair things (especially since Harry could now control his hair) and the most amazing jewellery that Harry had ever seen. He had a serpent bracelet with emeralds for eyes. He put it on immediately and found that it locked and resized itself to Harry's wrist. He also had an onyx ring and, to his ultimate surprise, a platinum locket. When he opened it, he couldn't help but let the tears run down his face. Narcissa had somehow managed to find wizarding photos of his parents and Sirius and placed each one in a frame in the locket. Draco, not knowing about this particular gift, was touched that his mother approved and cared so much. He took the locket from Harry's hands and placed it elegantly around his neck.

After all of the presents were thoroughly inspected, they decided it was time to leave the Great Hall. They made their journey down into the dungeons. As they reached a certain corridor, Harry turned to walk in a different direction.

"Harry, where are you going?" Draco asked, as soon as he felt Harry's hand leave his.

"I'm putting my things in our bedroom. What? Did you expect me to carry them around my lessons all day? Jeez!" Harry said in a little mock huff.

"Oh yeah. Silly us! We'll come with you, Harry, we still have ages before lesson starts." Blaise said.

"No, guys, it's ok. I'll be, like, two minutes. I'm literally gonna throw it all on my bed and come back."

Draco looked hesitant, but smiled and said, "Fine, but I'll be timing you."

Harry laughed and leaned in to kiss his boyfriend. As he pulled away, Blaise stepped forward for what he decided was 'his turn'. Draco swung his arm out to stop his friend from molesting his boyfriend.

"Blaise, NO! Not again."

"Drake, you know I was joking," Blaise said, "Seriously. I'm not getting between you two again; I still have the mental scars from Harry's attack."

Laughing, Draco pulled Blaise in their classrooms direction, whilst Harry walked towards the common room. Harry spoke the password and ran up to his room, he took the shrunken packaged from his pockets, deposited them on his bed and made his way out of the common room. As the wall re-assembled behind him, he looked up to see himself confronted with three seemingly angry Gryffindors. Ron stood, with Seamus and Dean at each side, glaring at their former friend.

"So, you found yourself a boyfriend, now? And a Malfoy at that. You're really going downhill, Potter."

"Well, you must be mistaken, Weasley, after being friends with you, the only way is up." Harry smirked.

"Shut up, Potter." Seamus hissed. "We all know it was bound to happen. So how long, huh?"

"Oh, we haven't got that far, but I am sure that Mr Malfoy blessed Draco with a certain gift." Harry said, knowing full well that they didn't mean that, but his mood hadn't dropped one bit since he had received his gifts.

Harry suddenly found himself held up against the wall by the scruff of the neck. "You're sick, Potter." Ron said, he then noticed something shimmering in his grasp. "Oh, look at this," Ron grabbed the locket somewhat delicately. Harry was too stunned to move away, so he stood there and watched as Ron opened the locket. "Awhh, Potter, look. They're all dead, aren't they? You're alone. You're only with Malfoy because no one else wants you. Don't deny it, because you know it's true. You stay with the Slytherins, you're gonna end up with the people in this necklace."

Suddenly, Harry came back to earth. "Sure, sure. You're just trying to get in my head. Draco cares for me, more than you ever did."

At that, Ron swung and punched Harry straight in the door, luckily not hard enough for a break or a fracture, but it sure would leave a mark. Harry fell to the ground, clutching his face. Ron then crouched down in front of Harry and clutched the boys face. As they stared at each other, Harry poured as much hate into his eyes as emotionally possible.

"Don't tell your snake about this meeting, we will know if you do. If you do, you'll have more that a knock on your jaw." And with that last remark, Ron got up and walked off towards potions, leaving Harry staring at their backs in wonder.

What the fuck? Harry thought. They really think they can take me on? Do they really think they scared me? Harry got up and stalked towards his class room. Harry knew he was now late for class, but he knew Professor Snape wouldn't mind. Have they forgotten who I am? He placed his hand over the door knob. I'm Harry Fucking Potter.