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Ooops! A Hogwarts, Post Hogwarts Story

HP/DM

Slash Fiction

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

By:Emerald Grey

Email: onyxemerald13@yahoo.com

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 story along, and establish the plot!

Our 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)

Dedicated to: Two adorable 'Aussie Angel Boys' named Ray & Lance.

Your love for each other is legend!

Thank You for sharing and giving me a glimpse into your 'secret' world.

The love you have for each other inspires me in so many ways!

You BOTH are tangible PROOF, that TRUE LOVE CAN & WILL grow, even from a very young age.

Huggles,

Snuggles & kissies to you both,

@shy-Em

Summary: Two boy's 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*^*^--*

September,01,1991

on the train, on the way to, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The little dark haired boy sat quietly on the worn dull grey leather seat. The gentle swaying motion of the train lulling him, relaxing him. Just as his eyes slowly close, he hears a voice. It's a child's voice. It sounds slightly familiar too.

"Hullo, is this compartment taken then?"

The voice sounds hopeful, rather wistful, and he remembered what it felt like, to wish, to want, to hope. No matter how rude and mean his relatives had ever treated him, he just could not be that way.

Smiling shyly at the red-headed boy standing in the doorway, he waves him in with a small grin.

"Oh, hi, I remember you.Your Mum showed me how to get to 9&3/4! No, there's plenty of room, please, come on in."

The auburn-haired boy quickly takes a seat across from the handsome black-haired boy.

After he is settled, he leans foreword, his small freckled slender hand extended.

"Ron Weasley, and you are?"

Shyly the smaller boy says holding out his own tanned hand, "Harry, Harry Potter."

But, before either boy could say anything else, a small bushy haired whirlwind in the shape of a little brown-haired girl in black school robes interrups them as she slings back the glass compartment door with a crash.

.

Breathlessly she asks, "Have any of you seen a large green toad?"

But, before either boy could form a sentence, she rushes on, "His name is Trevor, and he belongs to a little boy named Neville Longbottom, who is at this very moment crying his eyes out!" Taking a quick breath she adds, "He is starting to give me a bloody headache, so I have volunteered to find the slimy creature, if anything, JUST to shut his arse up!"

"Er, toads aren't slimey." Was softly spoken.

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

The boy stands, walking over to her and looking down at her says, "I said, toads, ARE NOT slimey!"

"ARE TOO!"

"ARE NOT!"

"ARE TOO!"

"ARE NOT!"

"GRR! BOYS!"

"GRR! BLOODY GIRLS!"

Spoken at the same time, "YOU BLOODY THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!"

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

"Make me!" He taunted with his small pink tounge thrust out.

"OH!, That's, that's just disgusting!" She spat.

Turning to the little boy that was quietly observing them, she says, "I apologise for my lack of manners. Hello, I'm Hermione Granger."

Sending a death glare at the red-faced redheaded boy, she carefully side steps him, to walk over to shake the quiet boy's hand.

"Harry is my name, um, Harry Potter."

A wide white smile breaks out, showing a lower tooth missing.

"Really, truely?"

Harry reached up, slightly moving his black fringe, to expose the scar. The only proof that he had lived after defeating a dark Lord, Lord Voldemort.

~*

His Mother's Sister Petunia, and her Husband Vernon Dursley, along with their son, his cousin Dudley, had made his life a living hell for the last ten years.

He had been told, as soon as he had asked, that his unusual lighting-bolt-shaped-scar, had been from the deadly car accident he and his parents had been in, when he was just a baby of one year. They had both died, while he had lived. The guilt of that knowledge had shook him to his very core.

Growing up lonely, feeling like a freak, an outsider, he was never allowed friends, and now, there were two children that had wanted to make his aquatience.

~*

Harry was thrilled.

It reminded him of another time, just this past Summer, when a child had asked him who he was.

It had been July 31st. the day of his 11th birthday.

Rubeus Hagrid, the Keeper of Keys, the Wizard sent to rescue him by Albus Dumbledore, who WAS only THE Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wichcraft and Wizardry!

And now Hagrid, the first real Wizard & friend Harry had ever known, & Harry Potter's saviour, was taking him shopping for his school supplies!

Harry had gasped in awe as he watched the bricks of the wall that seperated Muggle from magickal, transform slowly, opening up into a whole nother world! And, like a kalidascope, Diagon Alley was revealed!

Putting his small hand into Hagrid the half Giant's much larger one, little Harry Potter was once more in the world from which he came from.

He had been born a Wizard!

The Dursley's had lied, his Mum & Dad had died PROTECTING him, as they too were Magickal.

~*

Harry had enjoyed a grand time that morning.

And, as Hagrid left him in the expert care of Madame Malkin, the owner and seamstress of Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, now standing on the small raised platform he had pinched himself once again, just to prove it all had been real.

"Ouch!"

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

Turning, Harry looked at the beautiful blonde boy standing on a platform next to his.

So enthralled in his musings, he had not even noticed him!

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 is really, well...real."

"What is all real?" The amusement kicks up a notch, bordering now on a slight laugh.

"Oh, you know, um, going to a Wizard, ah, Magic school, and..."

The ice-blonde haired boy cuts him off, his silvery eyes flash excitedly.

His little pink mouth opens to an 'o' of surprise, just before a turrent of words comes tumbling out.

"Did you get your letter? Are you going to Hogwarts too? Oh, I HOPE I get sorted into Slytherin! MY whole family has been Slytherin ever since Hogwarts existed! Do you play Quiddich?! I do, I've been riding a broom since I was three, and I just don't think it's fair, First years don't get to try out for the team! Speaking of Teams! Who is you're favorite Professional Team!? Mine is Puddlemere! I just love it when they beat the living snot out of Chudley Cannons! HAH! Those tossers couldn't catch the snitch if it was bloody handed to them! Father says it's because the lot of them are mainly Gryffindors! Blah! I SO hope I'm not sorted there! I'd run away, 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. Hey, YOU never told ME your name?!"

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

And, when a pale slender hand is introduced, Harry grasps it in his own, like a lifeline.

"Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Draconis Lucian Malfoy."

At the other boy's gasp, he smirks and says, "But, you can call me Draco."

But, before the small dark-haired boy can open his little red rosebud mouth, he hears,

"Arry! Look what I brug ya!"

There, bending over outside the small window, was Hagrid, standing by a beautiful snowy white owl in a tall golden cage perched on a box, and he was holding two quickly melting ice-creme cones, doubble dipped ones too!

Wow!

He'd never even tasted ice cream, having been told by his Uncle Vernon, that only good little boy's like his Dudley got treats like that. Simply put? "Freaks don't get treats."

Madame Malkin sweeps back into the room, telling the dark-haired boy he is finished now, and can pick up his robes in one hour.

Shooting the blonde haired boy a quick grin, he says, I'll see you at School Draco!"

And he quickly darts out the door.

The smile melts, as the haughty mask falls down, once again, to coldly school the boy's now sullen features.

"Bloody git!" He mutters darkly to no one.

Sadly he whispers, "He never even told me his name. I guess he didn't want to be my friend. The first boy I've ever met on my own, that father hasn't had to pay to play with me, or, or even talk to me, and he...he just...runs away. "

But, the little boy standing outside had heard it, all of it.

There was a reason he hadn't told the little blonde boy exactly who he was.

Harry had enjoyed the boy's company, the attention's he'd shared, because as far as Draco knew? Harry was just, Harry.

Not, a freak.

Not a 'saviour' or a bloody miracle.

Just himself, Harry James Potter. A lonely little boy who had finaly found a friend.

Just as he was coming back to talk to him, to tell Draco who he was, he over heard the other boy's private ramblings.

Sadness and dread flooding his whole small body, he turned again to hurry to catch up with his large friend. His only friend now.

Sadly he mumbled to himself, "My first my age friend, and I blew it!"

Handing Harry one of the quickly melting cones, Hagrid asked, "Whot was that 'Arry?"

Sighing, Harry thanked him. Taking a small lick of the cold treat, feeling it melt on his tounge, Harry smiled a sad smile and replied, "Nothing Hagrid."

Harrumpting, the Giant man said, well then, lets fenish getting ya yer things. Whot's next on yer list 'Arry?"

"Books."

Hagrid snorted, and asked, "whot do ye think of the Owl I brung ya 'Arry? 'APPY BIRTHDE"!!

"She's beautiful Hagrid, thank you. I've never had a pet before."

"Hrruph! Stupid Muggles..."

"What was that Hagrid?"

"Er, nuthin' 'Arry. AH, Whot er ye gona name her then?"

Gazing adoringly at the beautiful snowy white owl with her large expressive golden eyes,

Harry smiled up at Hagrid and replied, "Hedwig. I shall call her Hedwig."

"Right nice name there 'Arry."

"Thank you Hagrid, for everything..."

Wiping at a tiny tear on the little boys face, and brushing off one on his own, Hagrid smiled down at the beautiful child, "Yer welcome, 'Arry, yer quite welcome Lad."

~*

"WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE!?"

"WHY DON'T YOU!?"

"BECAUSE I WAS HERE FIRST!"

"SO?!"

"SO?, LOOK, JUST GO, FIND THE BLOODY TOAD, AND GET YER SCRAWNY ARSE OUTTA HERE, BEFORE I HEX YOU!"

"YOU WOULDN'T DARE! BECIDES, UNDERAGE MAGIC IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN, ANY FOOL KNOWS THAT! OH WAIT, LOOK WHO I"M TALKING TO!"

"WHY YOU LITTLE!"

Quick as a flash, Ron Weasley is now looking down the business end of a wand, and into the sparking black/brown eyes of a very angry young Witch.

Harry, who had been deep in his thoughts, senses something needed to be done and soon.

Smiling a sweet smile at the rage filled little girl he softly says, "Hermione, I am sure Trevor isn't in here. And, I am positive that the Longbottom boy is very sad. If he is your friend, you should be with him, not squabbling with Ron here. Now, please put your wand away, you could poke somebody's eyes out with that thing. Both of you shake hands, and then you go, okay? Please?"

Suddenly the wand is pointed at him.

"Octius Reparo" She says briskly. At Harry's and Ron's startled gasp, she shrugs cheekily, and smirks, "I guess we don't all play by the rules, eh boys?"

Slipping her wand back into the sleeve of her Robe, Hermione then holds out her hand.

"Hermione Granger, and you are?" She frowns, as she states the obvious.

Looking to Harry, then down to his own scuffed shoes, flicking a quick glance at her face and firmly extended hand, Ron mumbles, er, Ronald, um, Ron Weasley."

He grimices as his freckled hand touches hers, she makes a similar face, both children jump back, saying, "EWW! cooties!"

And, Harry watches amused, pushing up his now repaired glasses on his pert little nose.

With an evil smile, her brown eyes dancing, the little girl, announces primly, looking directly at Ron, "You've got a bit of dirt, right there," She indicates with her own finger, "On your nose, were you aware of it?"

As she giggles, and runs out the door, picking up the edge of his shirt, he scrubs at his face.

Several minutes pass before Harry snickers, "Nice girlfriend ya got there Ron. Mighty handy with a wand, eh?"

Ron, who now looks like he's swallowed Trevor, squeaks, "Bloody Hell Harry? That Girl is so NOT my girlfriend! I don't even like girls!"

At Harry's raised ebony brow, Ron stammers, blushing madly now.

"I, I mean, um, IF I HAD A girlfriend, which I don't," he hurridly added, "Hermione Granger would NOT be it!" his face is now an interesting shade of a ripe watermelon as he blurts, "That, girl's scary Harry! She's bloody mental that one!"

"Ah, Hermione now is it?" Harry teased his new friend.

"Shut up Harry!" Ron giggled.

~*

Shrugging, Harry did as he was bade.

Turning away from Ron and resting his silky black head on the window seal, he had just settled down in his seat after deciding to nap, when he hears,

"They say Harry Potter's on this train, is he in here?" Drawls a familiar voice.

Watching out of the corner of his eye as Ron draws himself up all important like, he asks, "Who wants to know?" Inwardly, Harry snickers.

The sneer is dripping ice as he hears, "Oh, wait, I know who YOU are. Red hair, poor manners, hand-me-down-robes," Looking down his small pert slender aristocratic nose at the robe on the seat Ron had pulled out of his case to change into, the boy with the haughty voice spat, "You must be a Weasley."

Smiling to himself, not yet turning to face him, Harry drawled, "Now Draco, play nice."

The youngest Malfoy sucked in his breath, and his two goons reached out to grab him as his legs buckled.

'It couldn't be!' His mind racing wildly as he again digested the words he'd just heard.

'That boy? The one from the Robe Shop? That slender pretty little green-eyed boy, the very boy who had given him SO many sleepless nights, and alot of wanking material...for the last bloody month?? Because, MERLIN that mouth!

THAT boy was the saviour of the Wizarding world?

The very BANE of his Father's existance? The poorly dressed little boy he had met on July 31st. of this past Summer, THAT boy was THE bloody Harry Potter?

No. No fucking way.

Draco's mind refused to accept this.

And, it wasn't until said boy turned in his seat toward him, that his heart pummeled to his very toes.

Draco want to scream, and cry, all in the space of the few seconds it took for Harry to turn and face him.

He could feel Crabb & Goyle's confused stare. He knew what they were thinking.

'Mission accomplished, shake his bloody hand, let's go find food.'

But Draco could not do it. Draco WOULD NOT do that...

This little boy that had been starring in his dreams, since the evening of the first day they met, he would not, he could not betray him. Not for his Father, or for the 'cause'.

If Harry wanted his friendship, he'd have it, and everyone else, including his paid goon-squad, could go square to hell on a firebolt!

He'd find some way to thwart his Father and his Father's friend's out-dated Pureblood plans.

Oh, he'd become aquainted with Harry Potter all right, but? ON his own terms.

Draconis Lucian Malfoy was his own man.

Shaking off Crabb & Goyle, he squared his sholders. Sneering down at the frowning red-headed git with the gaping maw, "He hissed, "Better close your gob Weasel, or you might catch flies."

Briskly, he strode up to the smiling boy, his pale hand firmly outstretched, and said with obvious flourish, "It's a pleasure to finaly meet YOU, Harry Potter."

Emerald falls into quicksilver, as both boys eyes say, "I missed you."

~*

Ron Weasley was not a happy little boy.

Now squashed between Malfoy's goons he winced slightly as he watched yet another pumpkin pastry be gobbled up by Crabb, the flakey crumbs falling like tan colored snowflakes getting stuck on one of the boy's many chins, and he could hear Goyle snarffing candy, (the constant crunch**crunch**crack**) was giving him a migraine.

'Blimey! They ate like bloody pigs these two!' he thought.

Sadly, he looked over at Harry and Malfoy.

Both boys were turned toward each other, knees drawn up, their faces animated, as they happily chewed on chocolate frogs, laughing when the first one got away by hopping out of Harry's startled hand, and crawled up the window, only to be blown away into the warm Scottish air.

Or when one of them got a nasty taste from the colorful shared box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Bean, Jelly Beans.

"Merlin Potter! Boogey?! EWWW!" Draco had grinned, and leaned in to gently bump at Harry's sholder.

Harry had smirked, "How would YOU know Malfoy?" As he bumped just as gently back.

"OH BLECK! Dirt, Malfoy? EWWW!" Harry had play smacked at Draco's arm.

Draco had smirked, "How would YOU know Potter?" Draco had snickered, smacking him back.

And on and on they teased.

Ron noticed that Crabb and Goyle were begining to feel as queasy as him, if the slighty green tint of their skin had anything to say about it.

Oh they had been polite to him, offering him some candy and pumpkin juice and pasteries, and he had eaten them too. Chosing their rich flavours over the leftover stuff his Mum had earlier that morning hurriedly shoved in a bag for him.

But, he couldn't help the jealousy that ate AT him, as the sweet giggles and soft whispers of two 'obvious' a bit more than friends, tickled his ears, and pierced his young heart.

Especially as he realized, Malfoy really was the first person to of met him.

Harry Potter, the boy he'd grown up idolizing. How he'd wished he could of been him, not Ronald, the youngest Weasley, but Harry, the very legend, The Boy-Who-Lived.

He'd wanted to just sit and to talk with Harry, but, after Hermione Granger, the bloody Girl-from-hell's rude interruption, as well as the GIT-THAT-WOULD-NOT LEAVE, Draco, Bloody I- am- better- than- anyone- else- Malfoy, Ron knew, he just didn't stand a chance at capturing the green-eyed boy's attentions.

He, along with Crabb and Goyle, had listened to them both natter on about their lives and how they'd first met. What had surprised Ron was this, they bloody hardly even knew each other, yet they were acting like his twin brothers, Fred and George, who always finished each others sentences too! Merlin! It was enought to turn a blokes stomach!

So, it was with great relief, when both large boy's announced to all and sundry their sudden need for the 'loo.'

Ron felt it was his chance to escape too.

Because if he had to listen, and witness THE Harry Potter and Draco feckin' Malfoy coo and make girly eyes at each other for one bloody second more, he too would need the use of the loo, and it wouldn't be for the same reason as Malfoy's two goons.

Mumbling up an excuse to go find his older twin brothers Fred and George, he jerkily pulls on his robe, grabbing his stuff, and pointedly ignoring the icy blonde boy who is ignoring his existance as well, bids Harry a soft goodbye.

Harry, who was so inthralled with every little word coming out of Draco's little pink mouth, mildly waved Ron away, smiling, and falling deeper into Draco's unusual eyes.

Hanging his head, Ron steps out of the small compartment. Gently closing the door, he turns down the narrow hall in search of his brothers, and comfort.

Pulling his trunk behind him, he snickers lightly as he hears that Granger girl's voice, scolding someone.

Gathering from the indignant childish tones of a cracking voice, he thought it just might be that boy Neville Longbottom.

But, when he hears a combined laugh, something curls from his tummy to his toes.

Tamping down the alien feelings, he sighs in mixed relief as he recognises the twins teasing tones.

Pushing open the sliding heavy glass door, he steels himself mentaly for what he knows is coming next.

And, as he'd rather sit on the roof of the bloody train instead of in the company of Malfoy, whom he was gonna hex or hurl on, these two jokers had been his last hope.

Looking up at his little brother's long face, one of the twins asks,

"Aww, did ickle Ronniekins get his widdle feewlings hurt? Whatsa matter Luv, no one wanna sit with you?" An evil smirk crossed his mouth as he adds, "Especialy a certain little green-eyed...hero?"

In a mock Chiding tone, his identical twin added, playfully smacking his arm, "Now Fred, our baby brother could never hope to compete with the Royal perfection that is a Malfoy."

Glaring at his older brother Ron says, "Sodd off George!"

In a tone dripping with annoyance he asks, "How did YOU know Malfoy...Hey! You knew Harry Potter was here? HOW! Why didn't you say something to me earlier then?!!"

Rolling his eyes dramaticly, George repiles, "Ronniekins, Draco Malfoy has been shouting down the entire train, all bloody day, looking for him!"

Pouting Ron slunk deep into his worn grey seat, his slender arms folded tightly across himself, his small chin digging into his chest.

"Well, he muttered darkly, he's bloody well found him."

Over his bent head, George and Fred exchange a rare look of genuine sympathy for their younger sibling.

Suddenly, George winks conspiratorialy at Fred, who smiles and winks back. Pulling a gold coin out of his deep School robe pocket, both twins giggle as they watch their baby brother gasp, then shyly smile up at them when it spins and blossoms into a small bouquet of fresh Spring flowers.

"Ya like it Ron?" George says, handing them to him.

"Bloody brilliant mate!" Ron breathes.

"Wow! You guys are SO better than Zonko's!" He giggles in little brother awe and worship.

Changing the subject because of some earlier scuttle butt he'd heard, slyly Fred adds, "Ya know of any girl you'd like to give em to then?"

As they watch their little brother clutch the flowers his blush as bright as the sun, they wink and nod knowingly at each other.

Operation find out the girl Ronnie was sweet on, was underway!

~*

Draco Malfoy sits back, licking a bit of chocolate off of his thumb. Watching Harry through his long dark-blonde lashes, he slowly closes his eyes, sighing happily.

As Harry is watching Draco, he begains to feel a bit 'uncomfortable'.

Reaching down his hand, he shifts himself, and embarassment tinges his cheeks pink.

Draco chokes back a snicker, and he wants to jump up for joy.

'YES' he IS like me! I knew it! Well, I didn't know, know, but I sensed it.' he tells himself smugly.

'Hmm, one way to find out for sure then.' Keeping up his 'resting' appearance, Draco watches Harry closely during his little charade.

Harry's face turns redder, as he watches Draco reach down and do the same to his own crotch, only moving aside his dark School robes to do so, accidently on purpose showing Harry an ample bulge, for a boy his age.

Gasping, Harry looks quickly away. Grabbing up the last chocolate frog box, his small hands are trembling to hurridly tear it open.

Yelping, he about jumps out of his skin, when a pale hand wraps firm slender fingers around his own.

"Ah, Ah, Ah, Potter, no fair. You have to share the last chocolate frog, Wizard tradition." Draco says quietly in a silky voice that made Harry even stiffer and left thinking of other things he'd like to share with the stunning boy.

His tiny minute frown at being chastised, changes as he watches the taller boy shift, and take the little golden box from him.

Pulling out the squirming chocolate amphibian, Harry squeaks as he watches Draco put the head of the frog into his mouth, his strong white teeth firmly, yet gently clamped around it.

Harry smothered an amused giggle behind his hands.

Draco looked so funny and yummy and cute with just the tiny chocolate legs now hanging out of his enticing mouth wiggling comicaly.

Suddenly, Draco grabs those slender hands away from Harry's face, to draw him near.

The unspoken obvious invitation answers some of Harry's questions about the enchanting boy in front of him.

With silent acceptance, Slowly, leaning foreword, Harry's pink tounge peeks out.

Curling around and gently nibbling one sugary leg at a time, his eyes widen behind his thick frames as he's enticed to come closer to those lush full pink chocolate smeared lips.

Those very lips that had kept him up too many nights; his hands down his shorts, stroking at his willy eagerly.

Touching himself in way's the 'Muggles' dissaproved of, he'd closed his eyes, as his contemplation of the enchanting blonde boy, covered his senses, taking him into uncharted waters, and dizzing heights as he just fantasizing, dreaming awake, of what it would be like to touch them to his own.

For weeks now, he had been exploring, touching himself in ways he'd never would of even tried, before he'd met this mysterious blonde boy.

After all of his chore's and the sorry excuse he'd been fed for supper, Harry just couldn't wait, until lights out at the Dursley's.

The mere moment he'd hear all the locks on his bedroom door snap shut, he'd hurridly un-do his too-big breeches, slip them off, toss them to the scuffed wooden floor, and just lay on his thin cot, idly stroking himself slowly up, then even slower down, lighty squeezing his cockhead, wondering what it would be like if that beautiful mouth touched him down there...

Surrounding him with the heat that he was feeling, by touching himself, as opposed to the heat of what it would be like if Draco would actualy...instead of him just being imagined to do so...

And now? Wow, it was like a daydream come true, he was here with Draco, and they were kissing and...it, it was real, not imagined, and...it was wonderful...Better than he'd even hoped it would be.

Hands were gently exploring, mouths softly moaning...Sighing happily, Harry had let himself go...

~*

"Er, Draco?"

Both boys quickly break away from each other like they had been shot from a Muggle cannon.

Harry Potter's face is pink, his cheeks and lips smeared with chocolate.

His smokey-green eyes, now wide and guilty looking behind his crooked

glasses, glance everywhere but at the two large boys filling the doorway.

Draco's face is a bit redder, although it had more to do with his lower sensual frustration, than with embarassment at this point.

As his little pink tounge is peeking out to swipe at the chocolate smeared on his own lips, Draco felt a shiver of perverse pleasure at their obvious discomfort.

Closing his stormy silver eyes briefly, only to open them up again, he leveled a 'look' to the two bumbling idiots his Father paid to be his body guards/friends.

"I KNOW you two understand the basic courtesy of knocking?" He spat.

Both boys now looked at their feet, not at the bristling blonde boy.

They knew that tone, and once wound up, their future leader had quite the temper.

Seeing their young charge so out of character, they shrug, shifting from foot to foot.

Mumbling their apologies, looking briefly at both boy's, then back at each other, they shrug, then shudder slightly.

It didn't take a bloody seer to figure out...Draco Malfoy, the future of the JR DE's was sweet on Harry Potter, the future of the Wizarding & Muggle World. And in more ways than one!

GAH! Silently both Vincent and Gregory sworn right then and there to never eat another chocolate frog!

Because how Potter and Draco were eating them, sharing them really, was just...EW! Plain wrong!

However; all unpleasant things aside, their Father's Dark Lord would be pleased...their Father's including Draco's would be pleased.

Contact, no matter how disgusting, had been made.

They had been given their assignments, and all had been accomplished.

The only problem was this, anyone who knew Draconis Lucian Malfoy, would be able to tell, (and seeing as how they'd both known the snooty little Heir since they'd all been in nappys, they were more than experts on him)

he was falling hard for the green-eyed boy, and it had nothing to do with orders.

~*

Crabb shot Goyle a look that said, 'Oh shite.' As both large boys watched Draco's mercury glare deepen.

But, when his small sure hand lowered, straying purposely to his robe, his annoyance at being disturbed flashing hotly in his cold grey orbs, both boy's knew they were soon going to feel some pain.

Fumbling and bumbling they both got stuck two times in the doorway before they could leave.

Although they may look, aye even act it, Crabb Jr. and Goyle Jr. were NOT stupid.

That small blonde boy was the offspring of their Father's Dark Lord's right hand man.

Draco Malfoy had teethed on the unforgivables.

~*

After Kicking some cowering first years out of their compartment, both boys heave huge sighs of relief.

Digging deep into their breeches pockets for coins, they signal the Trolly lady and drown their sorrows in food, avoiding of course her sweet offer of chocolate frogs.

~*

Draco and Harry almost wet themselves!

First Draco's goons put on quite the graceful show of leaving the room, trying not to get their large arse's hexed, and almost succeeding in getting themselves stuck instead!

Then, Harry is recaping the 'meeting from hell, OR when Ron and Hermione first met.

Both boys were now laughing so hard they were sputtering.

"Hee, yeah, Draco, you shoulda seen his face!!"

"Damn Harry, I'm sorry I didn't come in here earlier! I would of loved to see the Weasel eat dirt!."

Cackling Harry blurts, "Noooooooooo Draco, *snort* he almost ate her bloody wand!"

*Gasp* *snort* "Wow, really?"

"Yeah, *snicker* *giggle* Poor..poor, Ron, he, *snort* couldn't decide if he wanted to kiss her, or kill her, or just hex the little bint!"

"Ohh Harry! I just love your sense of humor!"*giggles*

As Harry watched the laughter play across Draco's beautiful face, he decided right then and there, it was the most breathtaking thing he'd ever seen.

Suddenly, he felt compelled to ask Draco something. A question he'd never asked anyone before. Calming himself down, he looked searchingly at the boy.

"Um, Draco, ah, do you like er, girls or boys best?"

Draco's eyes widened, as he choked a bit, took a long sip of pumpkin juice then replied,

"Erm, ah, I like ah, boys best. Why do you ask?"

Smiling as if a huge weight was lifted away from his little heart, Harry laughed,

"Me too!"

But he had another pressing question, before he asked the most important one of all.

"Draco, um, have you ever, you know, kissed another boy?"

Shyly Draco nodded.

Feeling a spike of dissapointment, Harry softly asked, "Who?"

Reaching over to draw him closer, as Draco's lips once more touched his, the blonde boy murmered,

"You, Harry, only you..."

As the soft kiss ended as quickly as it begain, both boys blushed, looked down, then up, straight into each others eyes, and blurted, "Would you be my boyfriend?"

Now giggling, both boys yelled, "YES!" And jumping up, hugged each other fiercly. Then turned away blushing to adjust their sudden *bulges* of excitement.

Holding hands, they both had a lively chat about Quidditch, with Draco monopolizing the entire thing, which of course Harry didn't mind in the least, because, OMG! That mouth!

After that, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were inseperable. Brows were raised as both boys stepped off the train, holding hands.

And as they were ushered to the boats, Harry spotted Hagrid.

Running to the gentle giant, towing Draco right along with him, he looked up at the large, tall man as he blurted, Hagrid! Um, this is Draco Malfoy, ah, my boyfriend!"

As Draco coolly looked up at the very large man, Hagrid raised a bushy brow at Harry's heartfelt declaration.

Sticking out a tiny paw, Draco smoothly replied, "Nice to meet you Sir. Harry has told me alot about you. I am in your debt for saving him, and bringing him safely back to me."

Dumbfounded that a Malfoy, never mind he was a spittin' minature of Lucius, was thanking him for something that he'd been told to do, and would of done sooner if he'd had his way. Like say never of bringing him to those horrid Muggle creatures to begain with? Well, Hagrid was floored.

"Ey, yer welcome Master Malfoy. 'Arry, 'ear 'e's a good Lad, e' is, knew em when he was jus' a wee lil' baby. Knew 'is folks too, right nice pair of peoples."

Harry just beamed.

Both of his friends were getting along!

Draco didn't seem to mind he called him his boyfriend!

Life, he thought, was good.

Hagrid broke into his musings, "Arry, ye and Master Malfoy here best get on tha' boat now. Ye don't wanna be late fer yer sortin' do ye?"

At the little boy's hesitation he kindly adds, "it's okay 'Arry, ye can come visit me at me hut anytimes ya like hear? Oh and bring the lil' Master too."

Winking at both boys, Hagrid helps them settle into a boat already occuping some other Firsts, and watches as they sail away toward the shores of the looming castle that would be their new school home for the next seven years.

TBC
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