Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me. Used off of the Book series, not the movie. We LOVE the movies, of course. But there is simply so much more in the books.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.

Chapter 3

Somehow they managed to make sure all the students were awake, and in their robes. Already Draco had managed to scare the crap out of no less then four first years. He seemed to have a talent for that. By then end, it came down to, which carriage to take, the one with Pansy, stuffed full of people, or the one with the single shadow. He waved goodbye to Pansy, who pouted, and he boarded the emptier one. And as he took a seat he sighed. "You again?"

Harry looked over. "Hey, I could very easily push you back out so you can ride home with your donkey girlfriend." He smirked and looked out the window. "Enjoy the seat, Malfoy."

He looked back only once, before quickly shutting the door. "You push me out and I'd end up walking." He muttered. There was no way he was riding with Pansy. That girl was unbearable at times. Most of the time actually.

"If you don't like her so much then why stay with her?" Harry asked, tilting his head. "I mean...you're rich enough for any girl. And if you don't want to you money you're...bearable enough...when you're like this anyway."

"I'm not with her! She's like a lost puppy!" He sighed. He had tried telling her it was over, that there was no 'them' but she either didn't care, or couldn't take a hint. "And I am certainly more than...bearable thank you very much"

"Malfoy, I don't think you have a romantic bone in your body. You're the Captain Kirk of the school!" He frowned. "...Muggle show. Um...basically means you're a man whore. Sleeping with just about every female we got."

"Not everyone!" He thought about it. Mostly Slytherin females. There was one Gryffindor girl. Two Ravenclaws. He hadn't slept with or seduced a Hufflepuff! Ha! "I can be romantic too...I just don't need to be, woman simply come flocking." He shrugged. Some guys had it. And he was one of them.

Harry snorted. "They come flocking because of your power and money. Your power has been cut. And your money will soon dwindle. What then?"

"I still have power...I think. And I have until the end of the year to figure out the money!" He was trying not to think about the negative. How at the end of the year he was going to just be a common, average guy.

"Malfoy. You don't. You don't have power." He sighed and looked out the window. He felt pity for Draco. He was going to have to leave everything he knew behind.

"Maybe I don't. But I could still kick you ass..." And maybe Potter was right, maybe he had nothing any more. He was headed into a dark pit of nothing. No power, no fame, no money, no future, no friends. Yup. his life sucked, but for one last year he wanted to pretend he was worth something.

Harry tried to keep a straight face and then laughed. "When have you ever kicked my ass? You mean that train incident? Doesn't count when I'm stuck to begin with."

"It does count." He looked up at Harry. "If I really, really tried, and if I cared enough, I could beat you." Basically he was suggesting he never tried. He silently prayed Harry didn't demolish this last hope of his, the one positive thought he had left to cling to. But knowing Harry, and Draco's ability to hold onto his feelings until it was too late, he was going to kill it.

Harry couldn't explain the urge that came over him. He didn't even try to control himself. He launched himself at Draco, pinning his wrists to the carriage walls, knee at Draco's side, resting against him. "Draco..." The name rolled off his tongue like water rolling down a hillside. Smooth and seductive. His eyes were dark as he stared down at him. A slow smirk crossing his face. "There's only one way to handle this. We'll have to have a duel. Again." He smirked.

And in a flash, Draco went from feeling sorry for himself to being pinned against the carriage. And through the fear and uncertainty, it felt...right? He eyes met Harry, but he was silent, and as Harry suggested a duel, Draco was at a loss for words. "I uhh...I dunno...maybe. I..." Finally he stopped trying. Thank goodness they were almost there.

Harry slowly leaned forward, he almost had a dangerous glint in his eyes. "We could have it just be the two of us..." He whispered in Draco's ear. Then he moved back, sitting in his seat. He felt dizzy. Why did he do that to Draco? He felt...dirty. Whispering to him like that.

Harry slowly climbed out after him and followed the blazing trail Draco left up into the school. He hoped Draco remembered to go to Madam Pomfrey for his hair...in about half an hour it would turn pink again.

And he was on his way to the hospital wing, not for his hair, but for the nausea from the carriage ordeal, when he was pulled away by McGonagall, because he knew better then to be sneaking off. And so he ended up back in the Great Hall, and would have to endure the entire sorting ceremony, dinner, and then get the students to the common room before he could see Madame Pomfrey. He didn't know his hair was going to go back to that lovely shade of pink. It hadn't crossed his mind.

When Harry sat down he tried to get Draco's attention. Tried to motion for him to leave. But the boy was obviously an idiot. Harry sighed, he had warned him...
After the first years had been sorted Blaise looked at Draco. "...Your...hair...Why do you have pink streaks in it?"

He was avoiding Harry, even positioned himself so his back was to the Gryffindor boy. He could honestly say he didn't have a clue the guy was trying to tell him something. After the first years were sorted, there were introductions and reminders and rules. Blah blah. "Why does your face have ugly on it?" He snapped back, obviously the Slytherin boy wasn't in a good mood. And then the words hit him. Pink streaks? That was impossible. He had to be bluffing.

Blaise scowled at him, then turned and nudged the person next to him, nodding to Draco's hair. The pink was spreading. They all began stare at him, whispering the word 'pink'.

Pink. That was the word of the day apparently. "Mirror. NOW!" He snapped, and those who knew him, and how much he cared for his hair, hurried to find something reflective. They settled finally on a plate, and by that point it looked like he had black streaks. He paled, this was perfect, at least now he could blame this on someone besides himself. "Potter you're a dead man! You hear me!" And hearing that Potter had caused the pink hair, caused the Gryffindor table to erupt in cheers and high fives. And as everyone saw Draco hair, the noise level rose.
"SILENCE!" And yet when the Headmistress yelled, you quickly shut up. Draco was still on his feet, glaring at Harry. The Gryffindors were biting their lips, trying to hold back their laughter. "Mister Malfoy, you are excused." And with that Draco took off running, mentally willing himself not to start bawling at the complete embarrassment. She whispered a few words to Poppy, who slipped from the table herself. In short, it was madness.

Harry sat there, with his chin on his hand and his arm propped up on the table. He smirked as he watched Draco run off. I waaaaaaaarned you. he thought in a singsong voice. Everyone around him patting him on the back and grinning.

He needed someone to blame. Harry was the perfect target. Plus it covered up his mistake. He was all innocent, and now Harry was the common Slytherin target, and Gryffindor hero. Still. He found his way to the Hospital wing shortly before Madame Pomfrey, and by that point he was completely hysterical, having played the embarrassing scene over and over. She gave him a potion to calm him down, and the potion to fix the hair. And she let Draco know that if he ever needed to talk she was there. Apparently she knew the hysterics were more then just hair related. Since he didn't have much of an appetite left, he hung around the beds in the Hospital wing, he didn't really want to see anyone.

After dinner, using his invisibility cloak, Harry made his way to the Hospital Wing. Draco looked better. Much better. But really tired. He made sure no one was looking and then removed his cloak, standing a few feet from him. "You look much better." He said, folding his cloak in his arms. "Wanted to make sure that goo didn't leave you with any nasty side effects...it was kinda untested."

He was giving them all time, to get settled in, and then he would go back. But apparently he had a visitor. "Go away Potter." He said in frustration, looking away from the boy. nothing else mattered right now, his hair was back to normal.

Harry snorted and moved to stand in front of him. "Whats got you all upset? I TOLD you to go to the Hospital Wing right when we got here. Not my fault you decided not to."

"I tried to!" He spat, glaring at Potter. "Until i was so kindly escorted to the Great Hall by the Headmistress!" He sighed and leaned back, this wasn't Harry's fault, this was that womans fault! Why couldn't she have just let him be?

"And you didn't tell her you had a stomach ache?" He rolled his eyes. "Or that you were ill or something?" He shook his head.

"Do you really think that woman would have given me a chance to tell her?" She would have associated it with nerves, coming back to everyone after last year. Or something. She would have made him wait, there was no way around it.

"She's not as cruel as you think she is. You've just always been on the bad end." He shrugged. "Aren't you gonna head to the dorms?"

McGonagall to Draco was like Snape to Harry. It just wasn't meant to be. "She's a dragon." He muttered, pulling himself to his feet. If Harry was here then dinner was over, which meant the new students would all be sorted out by now. Meaning he didn't have to deal with them. Perfect. "And I was planning on it eventually."

Harry shook his head, moving towards the doors. "I missed that face you know."

"And which one would that be?" He asked, getting to his feet, looking back at the bed he was laying on. He'd have to remember that one next time he got injured, it was actually pretty comfortable.

"Your worried face. I got used to seeing scowling all the time." He chuckled and ducked out the door.

"And that's the only one you're going to see." He growled, chasing Harry out of the Hospital Wing. Once they were out though, they started their separate ways. He was glad to have his hair back to normal.

Harry just laughed and hurried off.