"Morning Draco," Harry said cheerfully as he looked at the blonde. He was just waking up, finding that Draco was sitting in his bed reading a book.

"Go to hell," Draco said in response.

Harry just laughed. "No thanks, don't take too well to the heat."

Draco groaned, burying his nose further in his book. Harry raised an eyebrow, before shaking his head.

"Why do you keep it so dark?" Harry asked though he knew he wasn't going to get a proper response. He didn't care so much; he just knew he had to continue to talk. One of these days Draco was going to let his guard down. God, he must want a friend, Harry was sure he had to. Everyone needed someone. Draco seemed so stubborn though and so sad.

"Why do you open your mouth?" Draco asked instead of answering. "Words are coming out, I'd look into that if I were you."

With a gasp, Harry put a hand over his mouth. "Seriously, maybe I should go to the nurse. Come on, Draco, what has crawled up your arse and..." Harry stopped right there and jumped out of his bed, acting as if he had suddenly become distracted by something else.

"I think I smell food. Want me to bring you something back?"

"Yes..." Draco said getting caught off guard, his stomach answering for him. "I mean, no! God, leave me alone. Go go, shoo!" Draco waved his hand as if dismissing Harry.

Harry just smiled, before fixing the clothes he had slept in and then heading out of the room. "I'll be back."

When Harry returned, Draco was still under his covers, still reading a book, and his stomach was growling so loud people next door could probably hear it. Harry set a plate of food down on the desk without a word. Then he went over to his suitcases and started to unpack.

"Why did I ever let her help me pack?" Harry grumbled to himself. "What the hell?" Harry did have a problem with talking to himself. Draco was watching Harry in curiosity, despite himself, though he was still glaring at him, and cursing him for bringing food into the room. God, it smelled good, but he wasn't going to eat it, damn it.

"Mum are you stupid, I haven't worn these boxers since I was practically three," Harry moaned, pulling out a handful of boxers that were a couple sizes too small for him. He smirked. "What size boxers do you wear, Draco?"

Draco jumped, his cheeks flushing at the improper question. "Screw you," Draco groaned. "Weirdo pervert."

"You need a chill pill, Draco," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Maybe the kind they shove up your ass."

"What the hell does that mean?" Draco asked. Harry laughed, shaking his head. Draco asked something that could result in more talking!

"Nothing, just hinting that you need to take whatever is already up there out so someone can shove a chill pill up there."

"You're so twisted."

"So what? You're so annoying."

"Freak."

"Emo."

"Would you two stop bickering like a fucking married couple and get to class!" Someone yelled from outside their door.

Harry blinked a couple of times before his mouth dropped open. What the hell? He was already expected in class? This was his first day! How unfair... hey... A married couple? Harry rolled his eyes. Whatever.

"Shut the hell up, Nott!" Draco yelled. He threw his book at the door. Harry yelled, ducking just in time.

Wow, Draco was either sore at the idea of class, or the idea of them being married, or maybe he just hated that Nott guy.

"I hate that guy," Draco said, sounding almost human. Harry had to force himself not to grin, happy that Draco opened up about something. So Draco did hate him?

"What did he do to you?" Harry asked quietly.

Draco looked at him, giving him a sulking look, like a child pouting. "Nothing. Shut up." Draco's cheeks were flushed as if embarrassed that he had acted weak around Harry.

Harry sighed, before getting up and walking into their bathroom. After his shower, he came out, raising an eyebrow when he noticed Draco eating. Draco sneered at him.

"What? It's against the rules to let food go to waste. Stop gloating and get dressed, God!" Draco covered his eyes as if offended that Harry was only wearing a towel.

"How old are you? Two?" Harry asked. He was tempted to drop his towel, but he figured it would be bad to kill Draco so soon after coming to Hogwarts. The blonde acted as if his nakedness was very deadly or something. 'Ah..' Harry started to laugh. 'The brat is shy.'

At least he had emotions other than anger. Harry shook his head, before grabbing a change of clothes. "Nobody has ever complained about my body before," Harry said on a whim, delighting when Draco groaned in an annoyed fashion, his cheeks turning crimson.

"You're a freak," Harry heard Draco mutter, though he was glaring at the wall, and not daring to look at Harry.

"Hi, what did you do to Draco?"

Harry looked up to see three redheads looking down at him. A pair of twins and someone around his age. "Do?" he asked, confused.

"Oh yeah, he looks like he wants to murder you or maybe snog you," one of the twins said with a laugh.

"It's hard to tell apart such an obsessed looking glare. Like, Draco only sees you or something." The other twin laughed, the younger redhead looking weirded out by his brothers.

"Don't joke like that, you'll scare the new kid. I'm Ron, these goofs are my brothers, Fred and George."

"I didn't do anything except talk to him," Harry said, "oh and I'm Harry."

The redheads winced. "You talked to him?" Fred, or was it George asked.

"He's the most anti social guy I've ever met," Ron added.

"Do you have a death wish?" George, or was it Fred asked.

"God, he is also a person," Harry said, annoyed. "Look, despite what everyone thinks of him and despite what an arse he can be...I kind of like him. He's growing on me, at least. Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean it in that way."

Theodore Nott jumped up and pointed down at Harry. "Harry Potter is in luuuuuve with Draco Malfoy. I heard it with my own ears, I did. Just read between the lines."

Nott pushed Harry when he went to stand up, angry at him for being such a jerk. Draco barely looked up, though if anyone looked close enough they would be able to see that he was paying attention as Nott started to push Harry around; Nott didn't like it when people stood up for themselves.

"That is enough," Mr. Flitwick squeaked. "Homosexuality is not frowned upon at this school, why even our great Headmaster..."

"I'm not homosexual, sir," Harry muttered in embarrassment.

"Oh, of course not. Back to work everyone. Mr. Nott one more word and it's detention."

Theodore scowled, though he sat back down. Harry rolled his eyes before banging his hand down on his desk.

"Dumbledore's gay?" Harry whispered to Ron.

"Rumor," Ron said, rolling his eye.

"But Mr. Flitwick said..."

"Even teachers believe rumors, you know?" Ron said with a laugh. "Come on, Dumbledore is way too old to be gay."

Harry snickered, "It doesn't work that way, Ron."

"Whatever, let's not talk about that, I mean you can be gay if you want, but he's so old, bleh . . . I shudder to think what if he had a boyfriend, even a girlfriend is freaky enough."

Harry blinked a couple of times at Ron, wondering if the redhead was really this clueless.

"Some older men can be hot, but you're hotter, Fred," George said.

Fred smirked. "Right on, some old guys are hot, and George, my aren't you the hot one."

Harry looked at the twins as if he had just discovered they were double-headed Siamese cats or something.

"They're bi or gay or whatever. I don't think they know or care," Ron groaned. "And they're perverts."

Harry had read about this; twins who had a deeper relationship. Were Fred and George like that? He looked a the twins with wide eyes. "The two of you are like together?"

"He's my other half, but no, we play it up sometimes to freak people out. It can be hilarious." Fred said.

"It's just like masturbating, we're two parts of the same coin, is what we tell people," George said, doubling over in laughter. "The faces we get. Oh man…"

"Very mature, my brothers," Ron groaned.

"Perverted weasel family," Draco bolted out of his seat. Harry noticed his cheeks were red.

"Shouldn't spy on our conversation if it makes you flustered," Harry said grinning. 'Draco is so shy... haha.'

"Ugh... you shut up. Do something about those moving lips."

Harry crossed his arms, forgetting about the teacher in the room. "I think Nott has a suggestion for something I could do with my moving lips since he seems to be the perverted one here."

Draco glared, his cheeks flushing even brighter.

"Don't you even dare joke like that," Draco said, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm comfortable enough with my sexuality that I can joke. Seems you're not." Harry felt slightly bad for fighting with Draco, but it seemed the only way he could get any reaction out of the blonde. And Draco needed to let everything out.

"Boys boys!" Flitwick cried. "Enough is enough! Do you need to be sent to the school shrink?" He asked. "I never in all my years have heard . . . "

Harry blushed. "No sir, sorry sir."

Draco glared at Harry and then at the short teacher. "Whatever, I'm out of here," and with that Draco walked out of the classroom. Harry bit down on his lower lip, before sighing.

'Maybe mum is right and I am a troublemaker,' Harry thought.