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Ooops! A Hogwarts, Post Hogwarts Story

HP/DM

Slash Fiction

Rated: PG-to PG-13-to-NC-17

Email:onyxemerald13@yahoo.com

By:Emerald Grey

Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. All that is mine is my plot & twist of Canon, both Book & Movie...Heh& BHAWAHHH!. **coughs**

The rest ALL belongs to the amazing & multi-talented, JKRowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoat Books & Warner bros' Inc. NO: Copyright, money, nor trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: AU, with a side of blended Movie, (all-to-date) & Book, (all-to-date) Canon.

m/m SLASH FICTION, with some 'squick' I like to call Het. (shudders) BUT, in my defence, it is ONLY to further my secondary characters in the story along, and establish the plot!

MAIN CHARACTERS are 11 when they first meet, and our story unfolds.

Nothing too racy; kissing, wanking, lol & just lots of UST's, lol with the usual *hijinks* of boy/boy lurve. <wink>

Now, I can't promise no songs, because with me, ya never know. For those of you that know me & my usual style? This is gonna just blow you away. This story is my take on that first meeting at the robe shop, & the train, & beyond. OH, and what I feel coulda, shoulda, woulda happened, IF only!!!

For those of you that don't know me very well?

HI! My name is Emerald Grey, and I am an ANGST HO! *waves at everyone*

Pairings: HP/DM (and others, but, you'll have to read it to find out! Heh..Evil kitty grin)

Summary: Two boys meet, love, leave.

Years later, things ignite as a spark is once more a flame.

But, is it too late for true love's gain?

*--^*^*prologue b. *^*^--*

September, 01,1991

Inside the little boat, now floating on it's way toward the huge Castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The little dark haired boy sat quietly in the falling twilight, his small hand clutched in his new boyfriend's hand, their slim fingers threaded together. His other hand curled around the edge of the slowly moving craft. The gentle swaying motion of the boat lulling him, relaxing him...Just as his eyes slowly close, he hears a voice. It's a child's voice.

"Hullo, are you really Harry Potter?"

The voice sounds hopeful, rather wistful. But, before he can open his mouth to reply, another voice, whom he was beginning to fall in love with, answers for him, rather in a rude and mean tone.

Squeezing his new loves fingers lightly, and sending the scowling blonde boy a warning 'be good or else' look, smiling shyly, Harry reaches out the hand not holding Draco's and leaning waaay over, shakes the new boy's hand. "Yeah, I'm him, I'm Harry Potter."

Squinting a look in the semi-darkness at the chubby little dark-headed boy, Harry notices he's holding a squirming large brown/green toad. He also observes he's sitting next to a frowning bushy-brown-haired girl on his right, and a glaring ginger-haired boy on his left.

A small grin plays along Harry's mouth as he asks, "And you must be Neville Longbottom?" The light of the small torch above their little boat, gave him some idea as to whom was all aboard.

~*

Harry and Draco had been quickly placed into one of the many little boats by Hagrid, the Schools friendly Half-Giant, and Harry had not paid any attention to their small crafts other occupants, as they'd only had eyes for each other, since both boy's had become boyfriends on the train, earlier that day.

Harry's musings about Draco and their lightening quick beginnings are soon interrupted by the auburn-haired boy as he quickly pipes up, "Yeah, he's the gi...er guy that lost his t...toad Trevor, Harry."

Draco rolls his eyes at the stuttering boy.

"Are you always the master of the obvious, Weasley?"

Ignoring the haughty blonde boy, he instead turns to his boat mate, his small freckled slender hand extended.

"Ron Weasley, nice to meet you Neville."

Shyly, the smaller boy says holding out his own hand, while clutching his squirmy pet with the other one, "Neville Longbottom, it's nice to meet you too, Ron."

"Ribbit!" Croaks the indignant toad, upset at being left out of the introduction.

Laughing Neville blushes, then smiles sweetly at Ron.

"Ah, and this is Trevor, Ron, my best friend."

Looking down at the brown/green creature, Ron smiles back. Picking up one skinny leg, shaking it gently up and down, he says, "Hullo Trevor, very nice to meet you at long last."

Neville smiles widely at that, and opens his little mouth to say more, but, as soon as the dainty snort coming from the only girl on the boat, is heard, he instead, blushes and stutters,

"Erm, ah, and...this is, ah, Herm.."

But, the little red-headed boy stops him cold, as he snaps, "I already know who SHE is mate!"

Looking around the boy, Ron�s eyes catch hers, and they both blush and scowl darkly.

~*

The other children on the boat, now so wrapped up in their own conversation, don't see the one, then two, then three fingers Draco has held up to Harry, with the hand not holding his.

Nodding, Harry agrees to the silent bet. It wasn't anything new, as they had already made it earlier on the train. Snickering to himself, he thought, 'No way are you gonna win this Draco.'

~*

Leaning into Neville, Ron whispers softly in his ear. Neville jumps as he feels the moist tip of the other boy's tongue softly graze the shell of his ear. "We've already met, on the train, she was looking for your toad." Leaning back, looking deeply into the boy's eyes, he leaned in again, only this time, cupping his hands to his mouth he quietly said, "Stay away from her mate, that one? She's bloody mental I tell ya!"

~*

But, before either boy could say anything else, the small little brown-haired girl in black school robes interrupts them.

"It's not polite to whisper, especially if the SOMEONE you are whispering about," She yells, now standing, leaning over and poking a slender finger into the red-headed boy's small chest, IS BLOODY RIGHT HERE!! DIDN'T YOU'RE MUMMY TEACH YOU ANY FECKIN' MANNERS??!!"

Draco and Harry's snickers soon become yells, as the little boat tips precariously to the left.

"Bloody Hell, sit yer skinny arse down you crazy bint!" Draco yells.

When Ron pushes her back onto the bench, he slips, and for a moment, their slender bodies touch a bit intimately, shoulder to hip, and somehow, his other hand was now between Neville's thighs, as he braced himself from falling on top of her completely.

Soon the little boat is once again righted, and Ron is looking down into her face, searching her brown eyes, his own face a bit flushed.

Feeling the warmth of the toad,

and, for the very first time...the hardness of a boy...and the softness of a girl...

His mind went blank, his own cock becoming stiff, as it was a very confusing experience.

Feeling said hardness rise and bump into her inner thigh, looking up at him, breathlessly she asks, "Have you gone mental? Get OFF of me Weasley!"

Trevor croaks, and Ron and Neville gasp, but, before either boy could form a sentence, she rushes on, "It's JUST like a bloody boy! Thinking they can paw at you, and be all gross and, AH! Just gerrof me you, you, you big ginger git!" Taking a quick breath she adds, "If you try anything like that again? I'll report you! Girls have right's ya know! We don't have to put up with the likes of you anymore...so you, just...don't touch me again!"

Screeching, and shoving at him with her little feet and hands so hard, the cramped vessel now tips dangerously to the right.

Harry and Draco caught the startled boy just as he was going over the ledge.

Harsh cries of "Bloody Hell!" fall from his lips as he's pulled back just in time from the black murky waters by both boy's lightening fast reflexes.

Looking over his shoulder, his voice becomes silken as he quietly says, "You little bitch!"

Her brown eyes harden as she replies, "What? What was that? Speak up, I can hardly hear you."

The boy stands, knocking away the grabbing fingers of his two rescuers.

Walking over to her and looking down at her, he snarls softly, "I said, YOU are a little bitch!"

"I MOST CERTAINLY AM NOT!" She all but spits back.

"ARE TOO!" He growls.

"ARE NOT!" She screams.

"ARE TOO!" He yells.

"GRR! BOYS!" She shouts.

"GRR! BLOODY GIRLS!" He shouts back...just as loudly.

Spoken at the same time, "YOU BLOODY THINK YOU CAN FECKIN' GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING!"

Again at the same time, with eyes blazing, " WHY DON'T YOU JUST SHUT UP!!??"

"BITCH!" He taunted with his small pink tongue thrust out, before he's once again sitting by a shocked Neville Longbottom.

"OH!, You're... you're just, EW! disgusting!" She spat.

Turning to the little blonde boy that was staring at them all like they were from another planet, she clears her throat lightly before saying, "I apologise for my lack of manners. Hello, I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?"

But, before he could answer, the nuisance in the shape of a little red-headed boy loudly stated, "Oh he's Draco Malfoy, Granger, The Heir of the grand Malfoy estates, and now boyfriend to the BOY-Who- Lived, THE Harry Potter." Ron announced in a jealous smart-arsed tone.

Sending a death glare at the red-faced redheaded boy, she carefully worded her next question.

"Boyfriends? Really?"

At both boy's quick nods, a wide white smile breaks out, showing a lower tooth missing.

"Really, truly?"

Harry smacks playfully at Draco when he drawls, "Yes, Granger, is it?"

At her quick nod, he says smirking an evil little grin, �Well, we could, ah, demonstrate it for you, would that prove it?"

But, before she could reply, or the other two boys could protest, he grabbed a startled Harry, and turning him sideways, pulling him down into his lap, he kissed him. Deeply, passionately, their tongues teasing, hands roaming.

~*

Harry was thrilled.

The way Draco was touching him, tasting him, and wow, in front of others too!

Harry gasped in awe, total disbelief as he watched those soft lips touch his again and again.

"Ouch!"

"Whatever are you doing?" Drawled a young amused voice, tinged with curiosity.

Slightly tilting back his head, nibbling on his kiss-swollen lips, Harry looked up at the beautiful blonde boy staring down at him, trying to read the emotions swirling in Draco's unusual eyes.

His own face blushing a becoming shade of pink, as he was pushing up his too large black framed glasses Harry replied, "Oh, I'm just pinching myself, to prove to myself that this all, well is really, well...real."

"Hmm, I recall you saying that once before..." The amusement kicks up a notch, bordering now on a slight chuckle. Looking over at the faces of their 'captive' audience, he arrogantly drawled, "Well? Do you believe it now?"

They all three nod. Hermione's is very enthusiastic, the two boys look a bit green, like the large toad the Longbottom lad is holding.

"Draco, Harry giggles, as he struggles to sit upright. �You shou..."

But, the ice-blonde haired boy cuts him off, nearly dropping him in his enthusiasm, as his silvery eyes flash excitedly.

All but bouncing in his seat, his little pink mouth falls open to an 'o' of shock, just before a torrent of words come tumbling out.

~*

"Harry!! Bloody HELL! Would you look at the size of that thing! WOW! Father never told be just how bloody huge this place was! Oh, I HOPE I get sorted into Slytherin! MY whole family has been Slytherin ever since Hogwarts existed! Didn't I tell you?! Don't you want to play Quidditch?! I do, I've already TOLD you, I've been riding a broom since I was three, and I just don't think it's fair, Father has refused to buy me a Firebolt just because First years don't get to try out for the team! I'll bet my Father can change all that! He IS on the School board of Directors, Speaking of Teams! Now, after all I've taught you about the game Harry, just who is you're favourite Professional Quidditch Team!? YOU KNOW Mine is Puddlemere! I just love it when they beat the living snot out of Chudley Cannons!"

At Ron's angry, "HEY!"

Draco just smirks, his eyes not leaving the quickly approaching Castle, "Oh leave off Weasley! Anyone who KNOW'S Quidditch KNOWS those tossers couldn't catch the snitch if it was bloody well handed to them!"

Hiding a quick grin behind his hand, Harry mumbled, 'So you've said before.'

At Ron's loud snort, Draco just grins, �Father says it's because the lot of them are mainly Gryffindors! Blah! I SO hope, hope HOPE! I'm not sorted there! I'll run away, I SWEAR IT! But, of course, well, now if it was Hufflepuff, I'd just bloody off myself, but, now, Ravenclaw, that wouldn't be too bad, if ya like being around boring bookworms."

At Hermione's indignant "HEY!" Draco just smirks, and babbles on as if she'd never even spoke.

"Oi, Isn't your whole bloody family FROM Gryffindor, Weasley??!! HAHAHA YOU'LL PROLLY BLOODY END UP THERE!! HAHA! " Draco crows, now looking at the pissed off boy.

Looking at Harry, as silvery-grey eyes meet with amused sparkling emerald green ones, both boy's smile slightly revealing even spaced white front teeth.

"Draconis Lucian Malfoy." Harry admonished sweetly, do be nice, Luv! Ron, Hermione and Neville are all my, er 'our' new friends. Besides," At Ron's gasp, he smirks at Draco and says, "What If I'M sorted there?"

~*

Draco's little pink rosebud mouth forms a silent 'o' of surprise, as he'd of not thought of him and his Harry being parted, especially by something like a different House. 'Crap'

~*

Shooting both the shocked blonde haired boy, and the opened mouthed redhead a quick grin, he says, "Shut your mouth's boy's, you'll gather flies."

The smile widens, as the little girl and the other little boy howl with glee.

~*

"Easy does it, easy now..."Hagrid said as all of the small boats floated to the docks one by one.

Harry had enjoyed the interesting company, the attention's he'd shared, both the good and the bad. And, he realised something as he and Draco, and Ron and Hermione and Neville were one by one helped from their little craft.

They were the same as him. And, in their eyes, he was...Not, a...freak.

Not just a 'saviour' or a bloody miracle.

The other children had just treated him, like, well like...himself. Like Harry James Potter. A lonely little boy who had finally found...friends.

"Watch yer step there 'Arry." Hagrid warned.

Sighing, Harry thanked him. Taking his small hand, and placing into Hagrid's larger warmer one, Harry smiled up at the gentle Giant of a man.

Harrumphing, Hagrid's face turned a bit pink as Draco bumped into him not too politely and forcefully pulled their hands apart.

Smirking, he picked Harry's hand up from his side, and clasped it firmly into his own.

Grinning at the little Malfoy's antics, he shook his bushy head.

Snickering, the Giant man said, "Well then, ya ready for all of this then 'Arry?"

But Harry was speechless, his own jaw dropping as they all reached the drawbridge of the enormous ancient structure.

Watching his reaction, remembering those of countless others before him, Hagrid snorted, and asked, "whot do ye think of Hogwarts 'Arry?"

"It's beautiful Hagrid." Harry stammered, blushing slightly. "I, er, I've...I've never seen a real Castle before...Well, just in fairy-tale books."

Bending his dark head he mumbled, "And only in the books I could read at school, because the Muggles, er, relatives I live with wouldn't allow anything in their home that had the word magic in it."

"Harrumph! Stupid Muggles..."

"What was that Hagrid?"

"Er, nuthin' 'Arry. AH, Whot House does ye think yer gonna be sorted in then?"

Gazing adoringly at the beautiful blonde boy next to him, Harry smiled up at Hagrid and sweetly replied, "Well, Draco says HIS family's always been Slytherin."

Both little boys giggle evilly as they watch the Giant man trip, and barely catch himself, almost falling on his big arse.

Putting his large hands to his face, he squeaked, "Bloody 'ELL 'Arry! Anywhere's but SLYTHERIN!!"

~*

"WHY DON'T YOU JUST.. LEAVE!? FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO WALK BESIDE??!!" Hermione Granger bellowed at Ronald Weasley.

"WHY DON'T YOU!?" Ron shot back, hollering just as loud.

"BECAUSE I WAS HERE FIRST!" She shrieked, stomping her small foot.

"No, I WAS!!" He screamed right back.

"YOU BLOODY WERE NOT! NEVILLE! TELL HIM!!" The little girl yells, almost in tears.

Looking from one to the other, the dark-haired little boy sighs, "Er, guys, can we just, ahm, not argue about it? Look, I can walk between you both, okay? Please, stop fighting, you're BOTH giving me a bloody migraine, er, um, and you're scaring the crap outta Trevor!"

"Ribbit!" Trevor croaks in toady agreement, just before jumping hard against the black haired boy's small black robe covered chest. Startled, Neville, accidentally loosens his death grip on his pet, and the toad is free!

Glaring at them, he yells, "NOW BLOODY SEE WHAT YOU'VE BOTH DONE!!?? BULLOCKS! DON'T JUST STAND THERE GAWKING! HELP MEEEE!!!" He cries loudly, tears starting to fall, as he runs off after his beloved pet.

"TREVOR!! GET YER SLIMEY LIL' ARSE BACK HERE YOU BRAT!!"

~*

Moments pass, and both children just stand there, small hands on slim hips, sending death glares to each other.

"SO?!" She asks, her tone dripping acerbically , her topaz eyes flashing dangerously.

But, Ron had had enough of lil' Miss Git Granger. Standing his own ground, he leaned in, his own crystal baby blues crackling with barely suppressed anger.

"SO?, LOOK, JUST GO, SHOO! GO HELP HIM FIND THAT BLOODY TOAD!" He bellowed.

"YOU THINK YOU DON'T HAVE TO HELP TOO??!! LOOKY HERE, YOU ARE JUST AS MUCH TO BLAME AS ME MISTER SMARTY PANTS!" She snarled, her tiny chest heaving with frustration, the air around them both now charged with something more than the static of their hateful words. Heavy with an unknown, untapped passion.

Lunging, grabbing him by his black robe sleeve, she is now dragging him toward the last place she saw Neville run off to.

~*

Ron, who is shocked by her rude strange behaviour, is now incensed beyond his Weasley temperament.

Stopping, and digging in his small heels, his sudden movement causes her to fall, landing square on her pert little behind, hard.

Glaring down at her, he begins to feel bad as she starts to cry.

Bending over, he holds out his hand to help her back up. And, once again, just like earlier that day on the train, quick as a flash, Ron Weasley is now looking down the business end of a wand. Only this time, it's actually pressing on his nose, and again, he finds himself falling into the sparking black/brown eyes of a very angry young Witch.

Harry, who had been watching the whole thing, walked over to the unlikely couple, with a sniggering Draco in tow.

Smiling sweetly at the rage filled little girl he bends down, holding out his hand as he softly says, "Hermione, I am sure that Neville is very sad, we just now saw him run off after his Trevor."

Mouthing the word "Yes" in agreement, Hermione looked into his green eyes questioningly, as she took the proffered hand, ignoring the hand Ron Weasley already had held out to her...

With one tug, she's now once again standing, but there is some brush from the ground attached to her garment. Gently, Harry continued, "If he is your friend, as I'm sure he

is, you should be with him, not squabbling with Ron here. Now, please put your wand away."

Carefully he reaches down with one hand, (as his other one is still being held in a death grip by the blonde)

tisking lightly, Harry told her as he helped to brush off her black school robes, "Remember what I said Hermione, you really could poke somebody's eyes out with that thing."

Sniffing loudly, she smiles slightly as Draco Malfoy hands her a silky silver monogrammed hankie.

Blowing her nose loudly, all three boy's brows rose, as she tried to give it back to the blonde.

"Noooooooooo, that's okay, you just keep it." Declares Draco, shuddering at the thought of keeping it, once she'd blown her boogies into it! Merlin but girls were gross and weird!!

Nodding, and rubbing at her arse with one hand, while slipping her wand back into the sleeve of her robe with her other, Hermione then turns to leave.

"Hermione, wait!" Ron says, knowing if he didn't do this, his devil twin brothers would do it up MUCH, MUCH...worse.

She frowns slightly, as she turns back around, pausing to find out what he wanted.

Looking to a confused Harry, then over to a smirking Draco, then down to his own scuffed shoes, flicking a quick glance at her face, Ron mumbles, er, Sorry bout makin' ya mad on the train, and, ah, again on the boat, and, erm, about causing you to ah, land on yer arse like that, okay? So, um here."

Confusion now covers her small heart-shaped face, and it mirrors that of Harry's and Draco's as they all watch spellbound as the gold coin in his stretched out hand, spins, and then bursts into a small fragrant bouquet of fresh Spring flowers.

He grimaces a bit, feeling again those odd uncomfortable feelings trip though his body, running up and down his spine, shocking him, and leaving him hard, as his freckled hand accidentally touches hers, when he hands the small bunch of colourful flowers to her small waiting hand.

Watching her face carefully, he notices, she too seems bothered by...something.

As she's making a similar face.

And, Harry watches amused, pushing up his new boyfriends arm, to fall down around his slender shoulders, cuddling into the blonde boys chest.

Standing on tiptoe, he whispers into his ear, as he giggles softly, �Hmm, guess you were right Draco, seems I owe ya three galleons, AND three cards too."

~*

With a real smile, her brown eyes dancing, the little girl, announces primly, looking directly at Ron, "Thank you Ronald, no one has ever given me flowers before...wow, they are beautiful."

As she giggles, and grabs up his hand, once again heading for Neville, Ron's ears pinken as he hears Harry snicker and say, "Nice girlfriend ya got there Ron. Mighty handy with a wand, eh? Ya big git, go on, go help find that toad."

Ron, who once again looks like he's swallowed Trevor, squeaks over his shoulder as he's being lead away to an impromptu toad hunt, "Bloody Hell Harry! She's not, I mean we're not...I mean it's NOT...AHHH!!"

At Harry's raised ebony brow, and Draco's own pale brow, Harry coolly replies as if Ron's not even there, "Hmm, I dunno Malfoy, me thinks the boy doth protest WAY too much... What say you?"

Ron stammers, blushing madly now. "Harrrrrry, this IS not funny!"

~*

But, before Draco could give him an answer, a large shadow loomed over them, causing them both to squeak, and jump back in fright.

Hagrid's giggles soon turn into loud guffaws, as both little boys take a tumble, landing on their arses.

~*

Wiping at the tears of mirth from his eyes, the gentle Giant of a man tells both little boy's, "Ye best be gittin' a move on, tha' 'sortin' gonna be a startin' up real soon now, an I promised Professor McGonagall I'd have all ye's firsty's at tha' ready."

~*

Nothing had prepared the children for this. The huge elaborate staircase they were all waiting by was so vast, it boggled their young minds! Even the young Malfoy Heir was duly impressed!

Silence fell, as a tall slender stern-looking woman in a high black pointed hat, walked up to them, and motioned for them to ascend the stairs with her. Once at the top, she held up a slender hand, forcing them to halt, without even saying a word.

As a large pale yellow sheet of paper appears in her hands, looking intently over her small half-spectacles at each and every one of them, in a soft, melodious voice, she said, "Welcome Children to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor McGonagall. I teach Transfigurations and I am Headmistress of the House of Gryffindor."

Her authoritative look brooks no insolence, and all of the children are silent as she says, "There are three other Houses as well."

After slightly clearing her throat she continued, "They are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and..." Distaste is evident in her pitch as she slowly articulates the name of the last House, "Slytherin."

At their gasps, she continues in a dulcet tone, "For the next seven years your House's shall become your home. Now, in a single file follow me please for your Sorting Ceremony in the Great hall."

~*

One by one, the children fall into line. Harry and Draco find themselves behind Ron and Hermione and Neville, who is carrying Trevor.

~*

The children all look about them, awe etched on their young faces as each one is taking in the elegant furnishings of the room. But what draws all of their eyes is this.

On a small chair sits a battered brown pointed hat. The children all jump as the little hat rises slightly and begins to loudly sing,

" Oh you may come from far and wide, but what really matters is what's inside."

"Now you may think you know it all, but what really counts is inside these walls."

" At Hogwarts you'll learn to truly see, the World as it is for you and me, the secret World of Wizardry! In here you'll learn the meaning of the word un-i-ty."

"If books are you're thing, in Ravenclaw you're sure to study."

Hufflepuff your destined to, if you're loyal to a buddy."

If you're brave and true in Gryffindor you'll do quite well! In Slytherin they never tell a tale."

"In all of these House's from far and wide, have many interesting people come inside."

"Soon in time you'll come to know, all that's been revealed by me. The reasons why I placed you here or there, I look inside and find, the truth of your mind."

" So take a deep breath, place me on your head, & let me see!"

~*

As the little hat finishes it's strange tune, the children all watch Professor McGonagall

Walk to the side of the little chair on which the hat now lay, quiet.

Clearing her throat lightly, she turns to them all saying, "Now it is time to be sorted into your Houses. Please, as I call out your name, come foreword."

~*

Harry and Draco held hands tightly as names were swiftly called.

Both watched in morbid fascination as the little hat shouted out a House for each child, as the Professor placed it upon their heads.

Soon, it was Hermione turn.

"Hermione Jane Granger," called out the Professor.

Ron, Neville, Harry and Draco, as well as the rest of the people in the Great Hall watched as she walked over to the small brown chair, and sat primly, as the little hat was placed crookedly upon her bushy brown head.

~*

Her eyes widen as the little voice speaks inside her mind.

"Hmm, let's see now, ahh, loves trouble yesss, but is loyal to a fault, brave, yet foolhardy, hmm, rushes into things, yet has an analytical mind... Yessss...all four Houses would be good, but as you can only have one my Dear,...I choose for you....GRYFFINDOR!!"

Smiling widely, the little girl hopped off the chair, and made her way to the long polished dark wooden table holding children of mixed races & ages, all clapping loudly for her. Blushing, she quickly finds a seat, and looks back intently as she watches her new friends, hoping they too will join her there.

~*

"Neville Alowishes Longbottom," Called out the Professor. Around the hall, a few titters were heard as the blushing dark-haired little boy stumbled slightly, then slowly made his way over to the chair.

He waited patiently as she picked up the hat, and then he sat down on the little brown chair, clutching Trevor with one hand, and the edge of the chair with the other, his back ramrod stiff, he awaited his fate of the next seven years. He tried not to flinch, and felt a flush spread as the hat settled on his head, the flaps covering his eyes.

But as the little hat spoke to him in his mind, his felt his eyes widen.

"Hmm, let's see now...Longbottom, hmm...I remember sorting your parents...You're a lot like them...smart, yet shy, likes to suss things through, but, loyal to a fault. Okay...Hmm...You wish to be with you're new friends then? How sweet...brave, cunning...Hmm, only one House for you my boy...GRYFFINDOR!!!"

~*

Neville waits patiently as she removes the hat. A polite round of applause fills the air. Shyly, he walks over to an excited Hermione, who is eagerly patting at a spot on the bench seat next to her. As soon as he's seated, she leans over and hugs him tightly, causing Trevor to croak loudly. Hugging her back one armed, shyly, he slipped his hand in hers. Their eyes meet briefly as they share a warm smile. Turning back to the group of unsorted children, their fingers tighten around each other as they eagerly await the next name to be sorted, which was...

~*

"Ronald Arthur Weasley" called out Professor McGonagall.

As the little Ginger haired boy sits down on the chair, he blushes, his face now as red as his hair. The hat is placed on his head, and he feels his eyes almost bug out as he hears,

"Ahh, another Weasley...pshst...Only one place for you!!! GRYFFINDOR!!!"

His older twin brothers cheers were the loudest, as the youngest Weasley male made his way over to the Gryffindor table. At his minute frown at seeing his new friends holding hands, he nearly falls down as a small hand jerks him by his robe. Pulling him down to sit on her other side, Hermione is all sweet smiles as she picks up his hand and gives it a small squeeze, before turning her attention once more to the next wearer of the hat.

~*

Again, Ron blushes as the unexplained feelings rush over his heart and mind.

Even Trevor cocks his head when Ron croaks, "Er, I wonder, ah, which Hou, House, ah

Harry and Malfoy will be, erm, sorted into eh?"

A thin sheen of sweat speckles his face, and he feels his palms moisten, as he notices Hermione curl her long slender fingers around his tighter as she looks up into his eyes, her own sparkling with excitement.

"Oh, Ron! I so truly hope they BOTH come here!" Looking over to Neville, as he is trying to keep a grip on Trevor, she adds, don't you Nev?"

~*

Still struggling with his wiggling pet, and the mind boggling fact that a real 'girl' was even talking to him, let alone asking for HIS opinion on something, especially something as important as to where Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy would be Housed, Neville just squeaked, "Ah, yeah, Herm, er, Hermione, I, sure do hope they, erm, become Gryffindors too."

~*

Bouncing a bit in her seat, she lets out a tiny giggle, "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see huh?"

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"Draconis Lucian Malfoy," announced the haughty faced Professor.

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Draco let out the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding as he gave Harry's sweaty hand a quick squeeze, then slowly let go of it, palms sliding down, until their finger tips barely touched.

Harry gave him that little crooked smile that made him melt, as he stepped back, to allow Draco to move to the front.

~*

Harry watched his boyfriend walk to the Professor, and sneer at her slightly as she picked up the hat, and motioned for him to sit.

Harry and the rest of the people in the Great hall gasped as they watched the battered brown hat barely touch the fine blonde locks before shouting, "SLYTHERIN!!"

The Professor seemed a bit stunned, as the hat had never left her fingertips.

~*

Ducking under her raised arms, Draco stood, reached up to smooth his slightly tussled hair, and then after sneering at her once more, slowly strutted over to the table where already sat some of his pre-paid childhood friends, as well as children of mixed ages.

After sitting in the middle of the bench seat facing the sorting, he quickly scanned the remaining crowd waiting to be sorted. When his eyes found him, Harry smiled. Shivering slightly, Draco felt his cock twitch in his trousers. 'Damn but that boy had a beautiful smile'. He thought, as he discreetly adjusted his member for the umpteenth time that day. He bit back a small moan as he heard Harry's name announced, because the smaller boy had slowly licked and then nibbled on his plump bottom lip, as he made his way to the hat.

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"Harry James Potter" announced the Professor.

Harry about jumped out of his skin. He hadn't expected for his name to be next. Softly licking at his bottom lip, and then capturing it between his top teeth, he unconsciously repeated a habit he'd had since he was a small baby. Nibbling nervously on his lower lip,

he walked over to the lady teacher, and waited patiently until she motioned for him to sit down.

As he felt the hat descend, he jumped slightly when it spoke to him, inside his mind...

~*

"Ahhh, Mister Potter...at last we meet. Hmm, now, let's see, where to place you...
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