Author's Note: Chapter 3 already, you say? Well, maybe it's because I just freckin love this story. And as I'm rewriting this and editing the sequel, I love it all more and more. So much so that if I put up two chapters a day, I'll be way sad when it's over! But then again, I have SO much planned for the sequel and I hope you'll all stick with me to the next one and learn a little more about what these two have done to my head.

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own any of this otherwise these two would have been snogging on day one.

Title: It's Magic, You Know~

Fandom: Harry Potter / Wizards of Waverly Place

Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Justin Russo; Harry Potter/Alex Russo, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger

Rating: T for now, rating might go up.

Warnings: Contains slash, AU, swearing, and incredibly sexy use of Draco X3

Summary: Oh-oh-oh, it's magic you know~ The Russo kids get sent to Hogwarts only to find themselves in an incredible world that they might not want to leave.

Chapter 3: Get Out


::Justin's PoV::

When I woke up, Harry was dressed and ready for school. He was attempting to wake Ron up, shaking the red head vigorously. "Ron, wake up. We've got double potions this year!" Ron mumbled something before shooting out of bed wailing about spiders. Harry and I both laughed. I found myself feeling absolutely accepted by these two, as if I'd known them my whole life. I felt even more comfortable with them than I did with Zeke. Of course, with these two I could share in every aspect including being wizards. Zeke would never understand that part, even if he was totally understanding about everything else. With Harper it had been easy, but Zeke was smarter than Harper in a lot of ways.

I got up, stretching fully and rubbing my head lightly. "I've never made a potion before. Is it any fun?" Harry was trying not to laugh when Ron chimed in from the bathroom.

"It is when Snape's not there. And we can only dream that we don't get stuck with Slytherin this year." I nodded, rummaging through the trunk at the end of my bed to find some clothes that I liked from what Mom had packed.

"Sod off, Ron. His sister's in Slytherin. How old is Alex?" Harry asked me, turning away as I changed into my school clothes. It took me a minute to figure out what day it even was, not to mention how old my sister was.

"She'll be sixteen soon. A sophomore back home." Harry nodded, and I fumbled with my tie. I'd never been good at them. He stood and helped me, a smile on his face. "Well, she won't be in class with us. It'd only be if she was a sixth year or a seventh year like us. Ron, you gonna partner with 'Mione?" We received what sounded like a choked yes from the bathroom. Harry and I both grinned, grabbing our cloaks and school bags. "C'mon Ron. The girls don't even take this long to get ready. "

It took us a half hour to get to the dungeons where class was being held. How anyone ever liked it down here was beyond me. I could hear Alex laughing somewhere nearby, and I had seen Max earlier as he headed for History of Magic with a few followers. At least I knew they were all doing well. Ron groaned and leaned his head on Harry's shoulder when a group of Slytherins went into the dungeon we had been headed for. "Bleedin' Slytherins… Harry, can I go back to bed?" Hermione stepped up and grabbed Ron by his cloak.

"Not unless you want to fail miserably and get Remedial Potions added to your schedule. Now come on so we can get our-" she stopped, and Ron managed to get away from her before he saw the inside. Harry and I rushed forward, but only Harry groaned. I had no idea. I saw a few Slytherins sitting around talking, and I'd definitely noticed Malfoy. "He's sitting at our favorite table…" Hermione said, and it dawned on me.

"That's it? Really, guys? Come on. He's not that bad, really. I'm sure of it." I'd already promised to be Harry's partner if Ginny didn't have potions with us. But she'd shown up so I was left partnerless. I was sure I could have done it on my own, but I'm sure it wouldn't be terrible if I ended up with someone else. And being inexplicably drawn to Malfoy no matter what Harry and Ron told me, I couldn't help myself. "Need a partner?"

He looked up from where he'd been doodling on a scrap of parchment, and when I looked to see what he'd been doing, he covered it. The room had quieted when I'd approached, waiting for his response. From what I'd heard, he was all out nasty to anyone from Gryffindor, anyone who wasn't pureblood. Apparently I was considered Muggle-born, even though my dad had been a wizard at one point. The point was he didn't have his powers when I'd been born so that made Alex and Max the same way. But apparently no one had told the other Slytherins that Alex wasn't from two wizarding parents.

Malfoy continued to look up at me, and I could practically see the debate going on inside his head. The whole room was waiting for his answer, but they never got it as a door slammed open and everyone quickly took their seats. Malfoy pulled me down next to him, whispering to me as the professor talked.

"Don't do that again, idiot. People don't need to catch on that I'm a nice guy."

Why wouldn't he want people to know he was nice? Was that the reputation he held here, the local bad boy? From what he'd heard from Ron, he was the local playboy too. I had no idea why I even wanted to be associated with this guy.

"For the remainder of the semester, your partners will be pre-assigned to accommodate the Headmaster's inter-house unity rule." This man, a dingy, slimy man looked around with dark eyes. They fell on me and Malfoy, and a particularly creepy smile plastered to his lips. "Mister Malfoy and Mister Russo have the right idea here. Ten points to each for pre-emptive thinking. As for the rest of you… Miss Granger, I'll have you switch seats with Mister Goyle, and Miss Weasely, you'll be sitting with Miss Parkinson. Mister Thomas you'll be…" he trailed on, but I wasn't listening. Instead I watched as my friends got shuffled around with the most painful looks on their faces.

"Bloody good lot this'll do. I swear if you touch me, mudblood, I'll have your ass in court." I looked back at Malfoy who was addressing Hermione. She looked absolutely horrified, and I felt bad for her. If I wasn't a Gryffindor then, I would be now.

"Don't talk to her like that, you prick. She's done nothing wrong to you!" Malfoy rounded on me, standing up and pulling me up with him. I'd never been handled in such a manner, but I didn't like it one bit. No one made a move to stop Malfoy either. I could see in his eyes that it was an empty threat, like he was trying to tell me something. Maybe not to believe what he was about to say.

"And what are you going to do about it, Russo? Run off behind Potter and wait for him to save your ass?" Here's to say, I panicked.

"Some are evil, some are kind, but now Malfoy must speak his mind!" he let go of me as I was speaking, and I stepped back as the magic sparked between us. His sparked silver while mine sparked green and the spell immediately took effect.

"I fancy Justin." He slapped his hands over his mouth, looking around. I felt terrible for panicking, but there was nothing I could do until the spell wore off. I could do the do-over spell, but that would be resorting to Alex's tactics. Malfoy tried speaking again. "That's not what I meant! I meant I'm not a pureblood!" There was a collective gasp around us, and some looked to the professor who had been sitting and watching until that last outburst. I looked back at Malfoy, and he looked like he was about to cry. What was I going to do?

"Justin, grab him!" I turned to see Alex and Max standing in the doorway, wands ready. In unison, they chanted and I grabbed Malfoy's arm. "Threemetris Movetris!" In a moment, we were all out in the hallway running. I didn't bother to look back until we'd reached the Slytherin Dungeon. Alex spat out the password and we went down the spiraling staircase after her. At the end of the staircase, Malfoy yanked away from me and rounded on me again.

"What did you do to me, Russo?" He held me by my shirt collar, and had me pressed against the wall. Alex tried intervening, but Malfoy practically bit her when she tried to touch me. "Answer me!" he pushed me harder against the wall.

"I-I'm sorry! I panicked!" Malfoy snarled and moved away from me. "Look, just be careful of what you say. Alex, Max and I will go work on memories so no one will know, alright? Wouldn't want to tarnish your perfect reputation…"

"I'm tired of my reputation." Malfoy clamped his mouth shut and sat on the sofa that was positioned in the middle of the room. "Just… don't leave." I nodded, knowing he meant the exact opposite because of the spell. He obviously needed some time to think. I just hoped he'd be alright. But I didn't know why. Maybe I needed to go for a ride…


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