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Underneath His Skin	By : LoveAndHeartbreak Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CURRENTLY RE-WRITING TO MY SATISFACTORY. I WANT TO TRY AND MAKE THIS STORY FLOW BETTER THAN BEFORE, SO IF YOU READ THIS STORY BEFORE IT WAS ABANDONED, PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO RE-READ CERTAIN CHAPTERS SO YOU CAN BETTER UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON. Thank you :)

** In this story, Voldemort has already died. You’ll have to ignore the plot of the last two Harry Potter stories; things are much different in this fanfic. The characteristics may be slightly different, but don’t worry, Draco is still the arrogant teen that everyone knows him to be, and Harry is still the heroic, emotional Gryffindor that every one may see him as. SO, if that bothers you, please, don’t read and bash, thank you. Also, if there’s a story out there similar to this, I apologize for repeating it; I swear that I am not aware of the existing story out there. I honestly thought that I was writing something new. This is my first Drarry fanfic, so don't be surprised of the lack of Drarry moments for the first few chapters. I'm the kind of author who likes to get into the deeper things a little slower than usual because I like building the relationship between my chosen characters, so bear with me if you can please ^^

Rated: NC-17 for language and sexuality.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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“Underneath His Skin”

Chapter 1

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Harry raked his hand through his thick black hair. His bangs fell roughly against his eyelashes, causing him to stroke them to the side before re-adjusting his glasses. He pulled on the collar of his grey t-shirt, and brushed some lint off of his black pants. After turning into the parking lot, Harry glanced around and noticed that there were more businessmen and women taking the train this morning. His uncle Vernon pulled to an abrupt stop, an obvious sign that Harry should exit the car.

“Go on,” Vernon’s tone was impatient.

Harry rolled his eyes and stepped out of the car. He opened the back door and removed his trunk and his caged owl, Hedwig. She flapped her wings wildly to show how excited she was about their arrival at the station. Vernon cleared his throat.

“Hurry up boy, you’re going to make me late!”

Harry slammed the door shut and the car squealed away, leaving Harry to stand and watch the car disappear around the corner. He sighed and went up to the station entrance to retrieve a cart. It was really crowded inside, Harry had to zigzag himself through the thick crowd until he reached the pillar that was supposed to be Platform 9 ¾; however, it was blocked off by a ‘caution’ tape.

“What?!” Harry exclaimed.

He walked up to the pillar and glanced around, hoping to see someone he recognized… no one seemed to notice him. He looked up at the large clock and saw that he had 10 minutes left before the train leaves. He started to panic until a familiar voice came from behind,

“Harry!”

The distraught boy turned around, just in time to be engulfed by Hermione’s embrace. He immediately calmed down while wrapping his arms around her slender body, and he noticed that she was wearing her school cloak out in the open, which was something very unusual to the muggles around them. Harry could only ignore everyone’s curious glances at them as they walked by as Hermione pulled out of the hug, pushing some of her straightened hair behind her ear.

“I was hoping you’d be here! Didn’t you get the message?” She asked.

Harry creased his eyebrows together, and shook his head.

“I think my Uncle was hiding my mail again,” He responded.

“Oh… Well, we don’t have much time. The platform entrance is this way, hurry!” Hermione quickly grabbed his caged owl and led Harry in the direction that he had just came from.

They ran up to a small ‘Employee Only’ door that was far from everyone else’s point of view. Hermione knocked four times and it slowly swung open, revealing the Hogwarts Express train. Harry smiled and pushed his cart through the doorway, noticing that there was no one else on the platform, which made it easier for him to walk up to the open trunk compartment on the side of the train. Hermione placed Hedwig down next to the stopped cart and hurriedly grabbed Harry by his wrist.

“Come on! Ron is worrying about you,” She quickly pulled him away from his belongings.

“But…” Harry turned around and saw his trunk float easily into the compartment, followed by Hedwig.

He smiled and turned back around to see the redheaded teen run up to greet him.

“Harry! I was afraid you wouldn’t make it! See, I told you that his Uncle was to blame for all of these mishaps!” Ron exclaimed, looking directly at Hermione.

She looked unfazed by the boy’s accusations as she approached him,

“Ron calm down, Harry is here now so let’s get on that train before all THREE of us gets left behind!”

Ron gave her an agitated look as she swiftly turned away and walked into the train.

“How did you know about my Uncle’s… uh… behavior,” Harry asked.

“C’mon Harry! After all of those stories you told me? I can’t help but blame the git for everything these days!” Ron pointed out while flinging his hands in the air.

Harry flinched, he forgot about confiding in Ron about his family issues… Actually, there are a lot of things he had forgotten, mainly because of the distractions he got from Voldemort these past few years. Now that everything is on an even keel, he’s been trying to start over and get his own life going for once, without any worries or struggles… unless it comes from everyday teenage stuff.

“We better get on the train,” Ron’s voice was back to normal, breaking Harry from his trail of thought.

They stepped inside and saw that the corridor was empty.

“Sweet! Now it won’t be so hard to get through!” Ron grew excited.

“Yeah, but it also means that every compartment must be full,” Harry added.

Ron looked at Harry with disappointment in his eyes.

“You’re right, damn! I blame your Uncle for this,” Ron kept his voice low.

Harry smiled and turned to the right,

“Let’s check this way,” He suggested.

Ron just shrugged and followed his lead. The train whistled its departure signal, and slowly began leaving the station. The morning sunlight flowed through the train compartments as it made its way to the mountains. After minutes of walking down the corridor, Ron opened a compartment door for the twentieth time, and saw it was filled with First Years.

“Sorry,” He apologized and shut the door.

Harry opened the next door and saw three Third Year Ravenclaw girls. They all gasped when the door opened, but then their looks settled into admiration when they realized who their intruder was.

“Erm, sorry,” He quickly apologized with a weak smile.

He then shut the door and the sound of muffled out giggles could be heard as he turned to look at Ron.

“Harry, there’s nothing down here, let’s check near the front,” The redhead complained.

“Good idea, I’d prefer to see you get mauled by us Slytherins!” The two boys slowly turned around to see Draco Malfoy approaching them.

Harry loathed his presence, not just because they were rivals, but because his heart raced each and every time he saw Malfoy. At first, he thought it was from pure hatred, but after the many encounters with the Slytherin blonde during their Second and Third Year, Harry figured out that the racing heartbeats were from his fondness toward Draco. He was able to hide it with his usual tense expressions; but deep inside, he always feared that everyone around him could sense his secret… Harry noticed that Draco was wearing a fancy dark blue suit, which was no surprise to either one of the boys, considering that the Malfoy family has this reputation for being the most prestigious Wizard family in England; hence, they considered these fancy suits “casual”. The blonde also had his usual grin on his face, and was followed by his usual henchmen; Crabbe and Goyle. Harry’s jaw tightened as Malfoy stopped in front of him, forcing Harry to slightly tilt his head up in order to look him in his silver eyes.

“Well, well, well, Potter! Not so high and mighty after all,” Crabbe and Goyle chuckled at Malfoy’s words, while Harry narrowed his eyes.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry drawled out his name.

Draco ran his hand through his thin, light blonde hair, still smirking at his last statement. Harry’s heart raced faster as he watched how smooth and evenly Draco’s hair fell back into place, resting just above his cheekbones.

“Nothing from either of you two morons. I’m just looking for someone,” Draco remarked as he quickly stepped forward.

Harry thought he would faint as Draco gracefully brushed by him, and his mind was swimming as he took in a quick whiff of the blonde’s expensive cologne. Ron scoffed as he suspiciously watched the three men walk further down the corridor; completely unaware of Harry’s distracted expression.

“Damn bastard. He’s probably just saying that. C’mon, let’s check near the front.” He said, turning in the opposite direction.

Harry nodded blankly and followed behind Ron. After reaching the first seven compartments, Ron and Harry were chased back by a mob of Slytherins that had apparently occupied the front of the train. After realizing that the crowd had went back to their stations, the boys stopped to catch their breaths.

“Okay… so the twit… wasn’t… kidding,” Ron admitted between each breath he took.

Harry just leaned against the wall as he continued to inhale deep breaths. They remained in the corridor for a few minutes before attempting to check the back compartments again. The train was now passing through the mountains, and it began crossing over a sparkling blue lake through the thick forest.

After what seemed like hours, Harry finally found a compartment that was occupied by Hermione and Luna Lovegood. Ron rushed through the door, plopping himself down next to Hermione.

“Where were you guys? I was afraid that you two got left behind or something!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Not… now. I… am REALLY… exhausted,” Ron panted.

Harry sat down next to Luna, who was reading an upside down magazine. He grinned at the display and turned his gaze to the window. The afternoon sun was shining strongly throughout the land, and the mild heat from the sunray gave Harry a comforting feeling.

“Harry,” Harry turned his attention to Hermione, who looked rather worried.

“Um… do you… remember anything?”

Harry gave her a confused look as she tried to re-question him.

“I mean… about the fight… with Voldemort,”

Ron nudged Hermione against her arm, but she only gave him a quick glare and turned back to Harry.

“Um… not really,” He answered, feeling rather nervous about the topic.

Hermione nodded and settled back into her seat.

“I have the Daily Prophet article about that incident, do you want to read it?” Luna’s soothing voice always seemed to ease Harry every time she spoke.

He gave her a gentle smile and shook his head at her offering.

“No, that’s okay. Thank you though,”

Luna nodded and went back to her magazine. Harry wasn’t sure why he didn’t remember the fight, but he often tried not to think about it. The only memory he did have of that night was that he was in Hogwarts. According to Dumblebore’s plan, Harry had to stay behind with several other wizards to try and fight Voldemort and his Death Eater crew. He remembers the corridors being filled with strong gusts of wind, and flashes of colored lights that often flew past him from the shadows on the walls. He can remember seeing Voldemort’s face, and that’s when his memory blurs out. Harry blinked himself back to the present, feeling the soft cushioned seat beneath his tense hands.

“Oh Harry, I got you a present… I know its belated and all, but I thought this was a perfect gift for you,” Ron pulled out a small, gift-wrapped box from his pocket.

Harry smiled, relieved that someone was there to distract his thoughts.

“Thank you Ron. I think I’m too old for gifts, but I don’t mind them,” Harry gladly accepted the box.

“How was your 16th birthday?” Luna asked.

“The usual; having the house all to myself. I made myself a small cake and ate half of it,” Harry responded.

“The usual, huh?” Luna repeated before turning back to her magazine.

Harry opened the box, and nestled inside was an extremely small book. He blinked twice before picking it up with his thumb and first finger. Ron chuckled at Harry’s perplexed expression, before explaining what he was holding.

“It’s a Mind Journal. It’s able to read your mind and write down the thoughts that you may not want to share with others… Personally, I find it useful when I want to remember something that I don’t have time to jot down,” Harry smiled at the very idea of having the tiny book record his thoughts.

“That… looks like the Day Dreamer Book… well, the gold lining makes it look that way, but the leather cover does resemble the Mind Journal,” Hermione stated, examining the book from her distance.

Ron blushed and cleared his throat,

“Actually, it’s more like… both,” He confessed.

Hermione looked shocked.

“What?! How exactly did you pay for that?” She asked.

“I convinced my dad to buy it with my four-month allowance. After I told him that it was for Harry, he immediately lightened up and agreed that it was a good idea…” Ron clarified.

Harry looked back down at the book, still holding it between his fingers.

“So… this book… records day dreams AND personal thoughts?” Harry asked.

“Yep. Oh yeah, it only records the mind, and opens, to the one who activates it. How you do that is place the tip of your wand on top of the book,” Ron explained.

Harry hesitated for a second before pulling out his wand. Ron watched as his friend slowly touched the book with the tip of his wand, and the book glowed deep purple, then blue, and finally, green. It suddenly grew into a normal size journal, which now rested on Harry’s palm. The brunette placed his wand back into his pant’s pocket, and slowly opened the journal. It was blank at first, until the words ‘Journal of Harry Potter’ came onto the first page. Harry let out an amused smile, watching the words sway softly against the paper, like it was floating against water.

“I knew you’d like it!” Ron shouted.

Harry looked up to his friend,

“Thanks. I do like it,” He responded, closing the book.

The book shrunk back into its small form, and he placed the gift back into the box. A few more hours went by and they were finally reaching the Hogwarts station. Harry was rudely awakened by Hermione’s loud voice, telling both Ron and Harry to get their school robes on. Ron groaned and took out his wand. Harry watched as Ron’s clothes transformed into his Gryffindor robes.

“Nothing to it,” Ron stated, pocketing his wand.

Harry stood up and did the same hex to his clothes. He sat back down and looked out of the window; stars started to fill the dark sky, and the dim lights of the station were drawing closer as the train started to slow down. Harry couldn’t help but exhale at the thought of being closer to Hogwarts.

“I’m finally back home,” He whispered.

Luna glanced at him.

“We all are,” she smiled.

Harry returned the gesture as he eyed the dark scenery outside. After the train whistled its arrival signal, Hermione stood up and gestured for everyone else to do the same. Ron muttered to himself before she shoved him out of the doorway. Harry waited for Luna to exit first, who stopped short before walking out of the compartment.

“You know, Hermione has been acting different lately. Did you notice that?” She asked.

Harry thought about it – it’s true, Hermione has been acting bossier, mainly towards Ron, but she’s been calmer about things too.

“Um… sort of, I guess,” Harry finally answered.

Luna nodded.

“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about. After all, I’m sure you would be the first to be worried, if it were such a big deal,” Luna smiled and left the room.

Harry raised an eyebrow, but then shook off the topic and quickly walked out. When he exited the train, he found himself completely surrounded by younger students. He accidently bumped into a couple of First Year girls, who immediately turned to him with agitated looks. Harry blinked at their expressions, and they quickly changed their angry faces into gentle smiles.

“Sorry,” He quickly apologized, before walking ahead to the Flying Carriages.

“Merlin! That was Harry Potter!”

“I hope I end up in Gryffindor with him,”

“He’s a lot cuter in person!”

Harry could overhear the girls giggling behind him, which made him smile and roll his eyes at the same time.

“Harry, over here!” Ron called out.

Harry started to approach his friends, until he tripped over an object that was crossing his path. He fell forward and caught himself with his hands, his face hovering just inches off the ground. Then he heard a familiar snicker come from the far right side of the lined up carriages. ‘Malfoy’, he thought. He looked toward the Slytherin’s direction and saw the tall blonde pick up a large, black cobra.

“Good boy,” Draco said, before transforming it back into his wand.

“Draco, that wasn’t funny!” Hermione shouted, running to help Harry get back on his feet.

“How dare you address me with my first name! You, of all people, ought to be taught how to respect the higher authority!” Malfoy stated.

“Shut it, Malfoy! You have no right!” Ron countered.

“I have more rights than any of you combined! Harry Potter is definitely no exception, and I will not tolerate such disrespect from any of you. Let’s go!” Draco shouted to his group of friends.

The trio watched as the Slytherin mob walked to the first several carriages, claiming them as their own private transportation.

“Damn git. C’mon, he’s not worth the damn effort to get angry about,” Ron said.

Harry glared at the occupied carriages, before stalking off to the one Neville and Luna were sitting in.

“Hey Harry!” Neville greeted as Harry sat down across from him.

“Hey Neville. How was that trip to Romania?” He asked.

“Great! My mum and dad had me pick out a pet dragon, but it has to remain in Romania. I chose the Chinese Fireball. They said they’d give me one as an egg first, so it would remember me, as it grows older,” Neville looked ecstatic.

“That’s great, Neville,” Hermione patted him on his shoulder.

Neville smiled and turned to Luna.

“How was Italy?” He asked.

Luna smiled and began to rummage through her bag. Everyone watched as she pulled out a small photo album.

“I had my cousin take pictures. See, it’s that haunted castle I was talking about,” Luna placed the album on top of Neville’s lap.

He glanced at the photo of Luna standing in a dark hallway, looking at a transparent silhouette of a female ghost. Ron arched an eyebrow, and Hermione leaned in closer to the photo.

“Were you talking to her?” She asked.

“Yeah. She feels like she still has a purpose here on earth, so she hasn’t exactly crossed over yet. My cousin thought I was making it up, until she saw the photo. She’s wasn’t the type to believe in ghosts,”

“You’re cousin is a muggle?” Ron asked.

“Yes, well, she’s half witch, but she doesn’t know it yet. She’s been raised by my muggle uncle all her life and they have a different way of life, I guess,”

Harry understood that. He remembers how he thought there were no supernatural beings or magic or anything of that sort… not until his eleventh birthday. He smiled at the thought of his Aunt and Uncle being terrified at Hagrid’s presence when he came to pick him up for his first year at Hogwarts. At that moment, he felt the thought get dragged out of his head and placed into his pocket. He flinched at the incident, but then he remembered the journal that Ron had gave him. He had the urge to check it, but then he figured he’d wait until he got to his room.

“Okay, everyone is accounted for!” Someone called out.

Harry glanced around and saw that the carriage was moving. Everyone sat back and watched as the carriage started to fly into the night sky and headed straight to Hogwarts. Neville closed the photo album and handed it back to Luna. Harry rested his head back onto the seat, growing more anxious as they approached the castle. After landing, everyone exited the carriages almost simultaneously. Harry glanced around and saw that it was only the Sixth Years who rode the carriages. Ron joined Harry’s side, glancing around with him.

“I’m glad we don’t have to worry about, You-Know-Who, anymore,” Ron blurted out.Harry nodded in agreement.

“So am I,”

“You boys done looking over the crowd? C’mon, the ceremony will be starting soon,” Hermione gently pushed the boys forward.

“Okay, okay!” Ron stomped ahead.

Everyone gathered in front of Professor McGonagall, who stood waiting patiently for everyone to quiet down. She used her wand to project her voice,

“Good evening, everyone. Welcome back to Hogwarts. I’m sure this year will be a great year, now that there are a turn in events, thanks to a certain young wizard, Harry Potter,”

Everyone turned to Harry and started to cheer and applaud for him. The Gryffindor brunette blushed and let out a meek smile. He looked to the Slytherins, who either had their arms crossed, or hanging loosely by their sides. He saw Draco’s stern expression, and his heart started to race again. He quickly turned back to McGonagall.

“Now, as we enter the Great Hall, you will notice a change in the room. We have installed a second story specifically for the Sixth and Seventh Year students. You all will be seated on the left side of the second layer. Don’t worry; the tables are still separated by Houses, so just think of it as the original Great Hall. Also, the classes have been sorted by Years as well. So you all will have Sixth Year classmates, rather than the usual Mixed Year curriculum. As for the rumors about Hogwarts holding specific dances and gatherings… Yes, this is true. If it is successful this year, then we will continue with this system onto next year and so forth,”

The girls in the open crowd began to let out anxious whispers about the events. McGonagall cleared her throat, as a gesture to continue.

“I believe I have covered everything for now. So, everyone follow me,” She finished, before turning around.

Everyone quickly followed. They entered through the main entrance and walked up the large staircase. Harry looked around the room, taking in every detail as he had last remembered everything to be. He saw the usual moving portraits of various wizards from the past. They greeted the students as they walked by. One of them caught Harry’s attention as the man inside the frame called out his name.

“Harry Potter! It’s good to have you back,”

Harry nodded at the bearded man, and continued walking up the steps. As they approached the towering double doors, it slowly opened, revealing the new Great Hall with its second layer above the left and right side of the room. Everyone practically gawked at the new installment. McGonagall gestured them to the left staircase, and the students stayed in line, walking up the steps. Harry heard the side doors open from across the room, and saw the Seventh Years walking in on the opposite side. When they reached the second floor, they saw tables lined up as they usually are. Harry and his friends made their way to the middle of the Gryffindor table, where they usually sat. Within seconds, the rest of the tables on the second floor were filled up, and within minutes, the rest of the Great Hall was filled with excited conversations and unfamiliar voices. Harry glanced at the Slytherin table, and saw Draco talking to his friend, Blaise Zabini. His heart began to race again, so he shifted his eyes down to the smooth, wooden table. Just then, a large projector-like image of Dumbledore appeared in front of the room. Everyone quieted down and turned their attention to the Headmaster.

“Good evening everyone, welcome back to Hogwarts. I’m sure that this year will be a wonderful, and more exciting year for all of you. As usual, we will start off with introducing the Professors here, and then, the Sorting Ceremony,” Dumbledore announced each Professor’s name, as they each stood and gave a small nod or wave to the students.

Harry saw Neville give a weary look at the image of Professor Snape taking in his introduction. Ron rolled his eyes and rested his head lazily in the palm of his hand, and Hermione looked preoccupied with something in her hand that Harry couldn’t make out. He watched her pass it back to Ginny, which made him shudder back to the screen; He had forgotten that Ginny was allowed to skip a Year ahead for her being so gifted… After Remus Lupin was announced as the new D.A.D.A Professor, Harry, Ron and Hermione clapped with excitement; happy for his return to the school. After all of the Professors were announced, Dumbledore held up his hands to grab everyone’s attention once again.

“And now, let us start on the Sorting Ceremony!” The screen showed the First Years gather in front of the stool.

Professor McGonagall stepped up to the Sorting Hat and held up a large parchment of names to be called.

“This is going to be a long night,” Ron whispered, and rested his head on the table.

Harry chuckled at the statement as he watched the first student approach McGonagall. He then began to glance around, wanting to take in every moment of being back at Hogwarts, and for the first time, he felt free from worrying about the school’s safety, his friends’ safety, and his own safety. He started to slowly skim the people within the room, realizing that he didn’t even know half of the names of the people in there. He frowned at this, but he knew that with all of his past distractions, it was definitely hard to befriend people. He always knew that his friends were at stake, should Voldemort ever use them as leverage to get to him. So, having a bunch of friends didn’t seem like a good idea at the time… But now, he didn’t have to worry anymore. He smiled, making a personal vow to no longer hide himself in the shadows from everyone. He wanted to get to know people, make more friends and maybe start dating again. He glanced at Ginny, who was reading a small article from the Daily Prophet, and his smile faded. He knew now why his relationship failed with her - He didn’t want to risk losing her to Voldemort, but not only that; he wasn’t experienced with dating, or romance, or anything like that. He sighed; understanding everything that he had missed out on. He then thought about Cho, and how things ended with her. It was generally the same problem he had with Ginny, only he seemed to like her more for her looks rather than her stiff personality. He chuckled to himself, realizing the mistakes he had made in the past. However, he began to ponder over his feelings for Draco. He took a quick peek at the blonde, who was messing with some small, round object on the table. Harry took in a deep breath, understanding his dilemma that had extended over the years. Then he remembered his Mind Journal, and immediately started to think about the situation:

Okay, I like girls. I know that for a fact. But, there’s something about Draco that I can’t help but be attracted to. He’s the only boy in here that makes my heart pound faster and louder than it normally would, and I understand that these feelings have been around since my third year here… it was confusing at first, but I guess after maturing a bit, I finally get that I have this crush on Draco. What’s very strange is that my heart never behaved like this before, not even with Cho. Well, Cho did make me nervous, but I never had this strong mental attraction to her. Sure I wanted to get to know her, but it was just her beauty that attracted me… The same goes for Ginny, I liked her… I think I still do, but I know that I wouldn’t go down that road again… at least not for a while. There were a few other girls that I’ve had an interest in, but there was never a longing for them, never a mental attraction, and, as bad as this may sound, I never had a lust for them either. The only person who could make me feel that way is, none other, than Draco Malfoy. It’s not just his handsome looks that I like; it’s his personality, his usual attitude that separates him from everyone else in this school. Sure, he can be an arrogant jerk most of the time, but I think that’s what attracts me. He has charisma, something that I don’t have. He has his way of entering a room and filling it with both tension, and ease. He’s intelligent, strong, and straightforward. Every time I accidentally make eye contact with him, my heart feels like it has skipped a beat, and that’s why I usually walk away from him, afraid that I might do something that I know I’d regret. No matter how many times he has insulted me, I can’t feel that resentment I once felt… Man, I can’t believe that I’m torturing myself over that damn ‘Slytherin Prince’, as most people in this school often call him. But as far as I know, he’s worth the torment.

Harry smiled to himself.

I know Draco and I will never happen. I know that he couldn’t feel the same way about me. I can only wish that he did. I’m not confused; I’m not bisexual either… I don’t check out any other guy besides Draco. I’m not into guys, except for Draco. Although I do find it odd that girls now and days don’t quite interest me as much as they should…

Harry sighed. Then his thoughts came to a conclusion that only frightened him.

Don’t tell me that…

His eyes went wide.

That… I’ve only fallen for Draco… No, Blimey No! I can’t fall for Draco and ONLY Draco! That’s not normal… then again, I’m not normal myself but THAT’S NOT THE POINT! I can’t just settle for one guy and hope that he feels the same way! No! That does it, I’m going to find a girl, date her, and prove to myself that I’m not just into Draco! He’s the only guy I’m interested in, but I can’t just want HIM. I like girls too, and I’ll have to show myself that!

Harry felt all of his thoughts run straight into his pocket, then he straightened up in his seat and looked back up at the screen. Dumbledore reappeared and announced the end of the Sorting Ceremony.

“And now, let us feast!”

Food appeared on the table. All of the new students gawked loudly at the display, but the older students just started to grab their choice of food and began eating. The rest of the ceremony went by smoothly. After Harry was done eating, he drank the rest of his drink and watched as the goblet filled itself back up. He drank a bit more of it, before replacing it down onto the table. He looked at his chatting friends, who were anxiously talking about their trips during the past summer. He didn’t want to interrupt them, so he automatically looked toward the Slytherin table and accidently locked eyes with Draco. Harry narrowed his eyes before blushing and turning away from him. He could hear Draco’s distant laughter, but he resisted the urge to look his way again. After 10 more minutes went by, Dumbledore stood back up and started his usual ‘good night’ speech. Then, each Head of the Houses stood up to lead the students to their towers. Harry quickly drank the rest of his juice before standing up with the rest of his housemates.

After walking up the switching staircase, they approached the portrait of the fat lady. She drawled out the word “password”, and McGonagall answered with “Yellow Berry”. The lady slowly opened the door, revealing the familiar dark corridor that led to the Gryffindor common room. After they reached the room, McGonagall gave the First Years the small introduction of the common room, before swiftly leaving the tower. The upper Year students left the First Years to gawk at the House’s features, as they walked up the staircases to their rooms. Harry saw his name written in gold letters on the first door, which was unusual, considering that they never gave any student their own personal dorm. Ron eyed the door too, then he gestured Harry to open it. Harry looked at the passing students, who suspiciously eyed the door as they passed by, but they didn’t say anything about it. He took a deep breath and opened the door. It was a rather large room, slightly larger than the regular dorms that he usually shared with Ron, Neville and everyone else that was there. He crept inside, and saw a large bed that rested against the wall in front of him. There was a dresser with a mirror on the far left side, and beside the dresser was a door. Ron quickly walked in and stopped short at the room’s features.

“Whoa! Awesome arrangement here, Harry! Look, there’s a desk over here,” Ron walked to the far right side of the room. Harry turned to the wall beside the door, but saw no light switch. He took out his wand and made it glow bright enough to light the whole room.

“There’s no light switch?” Ron asked.

“No,”

“Hmm… maybe it’s voice activated. Lights On!” Ron shouted.

Nothing happened.

“Try clapping,” Harry suggested.

Ron gave him a skeptical look, but decided to clap anyway. The top light and the lamp on the desk came on. Ron let out a big smile, and then flopped down on Harry’s bed.

“Hey, easy there Ron! Don’t wrinkle the sheets!” Harry teased.

“Oh shut it, Harry!” Ron threw a pillow at him. Harry caught it and threw back. The boys started to laugh while having a small pillow fight, until Hermione walked in.

“Well, nice accommodations here, Harry,” She said, glancing around the room.

“Isn’t it great? I wish I had my own private room!” Ron leaned back into the pile of pillows.

“Will you be okay, Harry? I mean, you’ve been sharing a room with the other boys for several years now, you sure you won’t get lonely?” She asked.

Harry arched an eyebrow as he exchanged confused looks with Ron.

“Hey, Harry won’t be lonely for long. After all, he’s a free man now! He can have all the company he wants without any distractions, if you know what I mean,” Ron started to laugh.

Harry blushed and nervously raked his hand through his hair.

“Gross Ron! Honestly, I’m worried about Harry’s well being, not his dating life. Ugh, boys,” Hermione swiftly left the room.

“What’s her problem?” Ron asked.

Harry shrugged, not sure if he really wanted to find out.

“Well, I’m tired mate. You can stop by anytime you want, okay Harry?” Ron lazily got up from the bed.

“Yeah, sure thing Ron,” Harry yawned.

“Okay. Goodnight Harry, you lucky bastard,” Harry tossed another pillow at him, who quickly dodged it by running out of the room. Harry used his wand to close the door on the passing onlookers. He sighed and sat down at the foot of his bed.

“It’s good to be back,” He said out loud, and fell back onto his bed.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment, looking at the maroon painted patterns that covered the ceiling. As he trailed it with his eyes, he slowly fell into a deep, peaceful sleep…

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