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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That privilege lies
with J.K. Rowling. This story is not intended to break any copyright laws, nor
is it being used to make money.

Story Notes: Takes place during their fourth year, but not
meant to coincide with the events in �Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire;�
sort of an alternate universe, if you�d like.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Harry, Draco/Ron/Harry, maybe a
mention of Fred/George (hey, who can resist that?)

Rated: NC-17, eventually.

Contains: Romance, homosexuality, sex, profanity, and a
right little bit of me showing off my astronomy knowledge (stupid college�don�t
they know that a little bit of knowledge can be a dangerous thing in my
hands???).

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�� In one
simple word, Harry Potter was excited. Anytime he stepped onto the Hogwarts
Express from Platform 9 � was exciting to him. Every summer he looked forward
to this moment. Most children could not say that they enjoyed going to school,
but Harry was a special exception.

�� Not only
was Harry Potter a wizard who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry, but he also had two of the best friends anyone could ask for waiting
for him in a compartment on the train at that very moment. Hermione Granger was
rather bookish, a bit uppity, and somewhat awkward in her appearance, but all
of that aside, she was the smartest person Harry had ever known, with the
exception of Albus Dumbledore. And, as for Ronald Weasley, Harry could not have
asked for a better person to be his first friend in a strange, new world; he
was a kind and true friend, though a bit argumentative sometimes, especially
with Hermione.

�� And, though
there were some things at school that Harry did not like, such as Draco Malfoy
or Professor Snape, he decided that those things were best not thought about,
and dealt with only when needed.

�� Harry
hurried down the narrow corridors that ran along the sides of the train,
eagerly looking for his friends in whichever compartment they had chosen. He
finally found them near the end of the second car he checked, and quickly
shuffled inside.

�� Harry!�
Hermione called. Her face lit up like a beacon when she saw him.

�� At the
sound of this outburst, Ron looked up to the doorway and his mouth broke out
into a grin. �How�re you doing, Harry? Nasty weather, isn�t it?�

�� Seeing the
rain lashing against the windows of the compartment, he shook the water out of
his unruly, thick, dark hair and straightened his glasses. �Hadn�t noticed,� he
said, grinning right back at Ron.

�� Hermione
moved over on the seat, clearly offering for him to sit down. �I haven�t heard
from you in ages! What�s been happening?� She asked.

�� Still
trying to get his trunk situated, he related to her the common events of his
summer vacation away from Hogwarts. There was nothing new about it really. The
muggles that he lived with (rather, his aunt, uncle, and cousin who were all
non-magical people) had treated him as they always did, although with that
extra little bit of fear that comes with the knowledge that he does have
magical powers and could cause some damage if he chose, the Ministry of Magic
notwithstanding. See, he may not be allowed to perform magic as an underage
wizard away from school, but the ministry would still have to stop him and it
may take them a while to get to the Dursley household. How were they to know
how quickly the Ministry of Magic would respond?

�� But,
enough about my summer!� Harry said. �Tell all about what each of you did!�

�� Oh! Well,
nothing much really. My parents and I went sightseeing in America.
Specifically, we went to New York. The museums there were quite lovely, and
rather informative.� Harry could not help but think that of all the people he
knew, Hermione was the only one who would have found museums to be the most
interesting things to see in a city such as New York.

�� What about
you, Ron?� He asked.

�� Harry could
tell that Ron was a bit reluctant, and figured he was probably still a little
uncomfortable because Harry and Hermione knew that he and his family were not
the richest family around, but he had grown to understand that they did not
care about such things and valued his friendship because of the person he is,
not the money his family may or may not have. �Uh, not much�just mostly stayed
around the house and helped out. Oh! But, I did practice Quidditch a lot over
the summer with Fred and George!�

�� At the
mention of the two boys� favorite game, Hermione groaned and once more buried
herself in her book �The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Four.� Hermione
did have the nasty habit of reading textbooks when not even at school. In fact,
she was already a quarter of the way through the book.

�� The rest of
the train ride was filled with talk of Quidditch, the occasional sound of a
page being turned, and the rain pounding the window. The only interruption was
when the old witch who pushed the trolley asked if they would like anything.

�� After a
while, Hermione, glancing at her watch, suggested that perhaps they had better
change into their school uniforms as it was getting rather late and they would
be getting to the castle soon. Harry looked out into the darkened landscape,
the tempest surrounding them making it extremely difficult to see anything. He
thought he could see something briefly in the light from a bolt of lightning
arcing across the sky, but in retrospect it very well could have been his
imagination.

�� Still, they
headed Hermione�s words and quickly put on their robes and such until they were
presentable, according to the Hogwarts dress code. Harry and Ron, after
dressing, continued on with their earlier conversation while Hermione groaned
once more and returned to her book for the duration of the trip.

�� Not too
much had passed until the train could be felt to be slowing down. Finally, it
stopped and they could hear the usual hustle and bustle of everyone getting
their luggage down and trying to disembark from the train.

�� Somehow, in
the crowd of students trying to all get off the train at one time, Ron and
Harry lost sight of Hermione. As they finally pried themselves from the train
car�s doorway, they felt themselves become drenched with water, as it seemed
the storm that had started raining on them in London had followed them all the
way here from King�s Cross Station. Trying the cover themselves with what they
could of their robes, they hurried though the throng of students, splashing
their way through large puddles until they finally came to the coaches that
were to take all but the first-years up to the entrance of the school.

�� The first
coach they checked was full of a bunch of Hufflepuff students who, by the look
of them, were no more than second-years. Continuing on in the torrential rain,
they checked the second coach they came upon. This time, it was an imposing
group of Ravenclaw seventh-years who, at the sight of two drenched Gryffindor
fourth-years, immediately reached out and pulled the door closed forcibly.

�� On the
third try, they were elated to find Hermione sitting, perfectly dry mind you,
all alone in a coach seeming to be a little upset as though she had been keep
waiting. �It took you two long enough!� She said. �Here, come inside. I managed
to grab this one before some Slytherin third-years got to it.�

�� Th-th-thanks,
Hermione!� Harry managed to shiver out. In addition to raining, the temperature
seemed to have plummeted to an uncomfortable level considering the weather.

�� Y-y-y-yeah,
Herm-m-mione, you�re awesome!� Ron managed to say through chattering teeth.

�� Hermione
gave in and smiled, saying, �Yes, well, I do hope you remember that next time I
remind you to do your homework instead of getting all sulky with me.�

�� Yes, mum.�
The two boys said in a very over exaggerated, dull unison. This quickly earned
them both a quick shot to the arm each. Hermione may be a bit of a nerd, but
after she had punched Malfoy the year before, her punches kept getting stronger
and stronger.

�� When the
coach pulled up to large, oak doors that served as the entrance to the school,
Hermione protected them from getting further soaked by casting a neat charm
that acted sort of like an umbrella, though there was nothing visible
protecting them from the rain.

�� So that�s
why you�re not soaked!� Ron exclaimed.

�� Hermione
just smirked and said, �Perhaps if paid Professor Flitwick a bit more attention
in class, then you would be just as warm and dry as I am right now.�

�� They
continued on through the doors into the large entrance hallway. They left their
trunks and such there, as they would be taken up to each of their rooms while
they were at the start of term feast. They quickly made their way to their
seats at the long table where the Gryffindors sat in the Great Hall, and were
eventually joined by some Hogwarts notables such as Fred and George Weasley,
Ron�s older twin brothers, and their friend Lee Jordan.

�� The sky
overhead still remained menacing looking, but none of the students cared. They
were inside now and therefore safe from the rain. And, soon, there would be so
much food that no one would have time to think of anything as trivial as a bit
of water falling from the sky.

�� At one end
of the Great Hall, the staff table took up the entire wall. Various teachers
could be seen deep in conversation with one another, while others preferred to
remain alone and quiet. This category traditionally contained one member:
Professor Snape. In keeping with tradition, it seemed as if Snape had distanced
himself from the rest of the teachers so that he would not be drawn into any
small talk with them. Although, when Harry glanced at the staff table to look
for his favorite teachers (something he did every year at the start of term
which made him even more excited than the train ride, as it helped to reaffirm
that this was not a dream and that he was not lying in a bed in a house on
Privet Drive), he did notice that Snape was engaging in his most favorite of
past-times and glaring directly at Harry. Once more, Harry decided that dealing
with Snape was best saved for a more pressing time and instead redirected his
attention to Hagrid.

�� Hagrid was
sitting just to the left of one of his other favorite teachers: Professor
Sprout. He waved eagerly at Hagrid hoping that the giant of a man would notice
him. After a few seconds, he did and waved back, though striking a very
unsuspecting Professor Flitwick in the back of the head in the process.

�� At that moment, Professor McGonagall,
head of Gryffindor House, came marching through the tables leading a long line
of frightened looking first-year students behind her. In her hand, Harry could
see the Sorting Hat, which looked as torn and tattered as ever, but he
remembered that the Sorting Hat may look a bit like rubbish, but that was the
very hat that he pulled the sword of Godric Gryffindor from in his second year.
He would never underestimate the magic in that hat like he had when he was in
the position of those first-years.

�� Professor
McGonagall placed the hat on a three-legged wooden stool just at the top of a
small rise of steps leading to the staff table. Dumbledore sat there as serene
as ever, watching the frightened first-years with genuine interest. Suddenly,
the hat seemed to twitch and a wide tear near the brim opened up and the hat
began to sing.

Come gather
�round,

my young friends,

please listen to
what I say.

For it concerns
you most,

I can promise you,

upon this happy
day.

For sorting is my
job, you see,

and tonight that�s
what I�ll do.

I�ll sort you into
Houses,

where you will
make friends true.

For, you see,
there is Gryffindor

whose followers
are brave and have just hearts;

Or there is also
Slytherin where

power can set you
apart.

There is also
Ravenclaw,

whose members are
sharp-witted;

Or Hufflepuff
House,

where hard work
gets you admitted.

Each of these
Houses

and their separate
traits

may seem disparate
to you;

But believe me
when I say

that those who can
stand against them

are but few.

When they come
together,

their potential I
do know.

But put that
matter aside for now,

and I�ll tell you
where to go!

�� The whole
of the Great Hall erupted in applause for the Sorting Hat. Even though the song
might be a bit repetitive from year to year, they felt that it deserved the
applause. First of all, how many times does one see a talking hat perform a
song? And, secondly, it prepared for this night for the entire year, so why not
let it have its moment.

�� Slowly, one
by one, all of the first-years were sorted into their houses. And, afterwards,
allowing time for Professor McGonagall to remove the sorting hat and the stool
it sat on, Professor Dumbledore stood up and began to make his speech.

�� Good
evening, students! And welcome to another year at Hogwarts!� He beamed at them
all. Harry had to admit that just seeing that smile made him feel warmer,
regardless of how drenched he may be. �Just a few start of term notices, and
then on to the warm food, I promise. First, I must inform all first-years, and
any other older students who may need reminding,� at this he pointedly looked
towards Harry, Ron, and Hermione, though Harry could swear he saw the
headmaster wink, �that the Black Forest is off limits to all students unless
accompanied by a teacher. Now, unfortunately, after the loss of last year�s
Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, I have not been able to find a suitable
replacement for the post. Therefore, I have elected to teach the subject myself
this year.� At this news, the three fourth-years looked at each other with wide
eyes, but then quickly looked back to Dumbledore to hear anything else he had
to say. �Well, I think that about wraps it up�dig in!�

�� And, with
that, the food seemed to appear from nothingness, filling everyone�s plates and
leaving no student wanting for anything. Pumpkin juice was passed around, large
platters of food passed from hand to hand, and the conversations of old friends
having just been reunited after the summer holiday filled the room. What seemed
like hours later, but was only about forty-five minutes, the Gryffindors made
their way up to the tower that was their dormitory.

�� Trudging
through the common room in their dripping clothes, the students made their way
up the steps each one to his or her room. Harry and Ron arrived in their room
before their other roommates, Dean, Seamus, and Neville, had arrived. Harry
quickly made his way to his bed and opened his trunk, searching for dry clothes
to put on before he went to go claim a seat downstairs in front of the
fireplace.

�� When he
turned around, holding his newfound clothes in the crook of his arm, he found
Ron had already pulled off his drenched clothing and had wrapped a towel around
his waist. He could not help but stare at his best friend, noticing his pale
skin, lightly freckled, pulled taut over muscles that he had never noticed
before.

�� I�m off to
take a shower, Harry�� Ron called over his shoulder as he made his way out of
the room and towards the communal bathroom.

�� Harry
watched him exit their room; staring at the way the muscles in his back moved
with every step he took. Obviously, he had been practicing Quidditch
a lot over the summer� he thought. He reminded himself to mention a thank
you to Fred and George the next time he saw them.

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Author: I wrote this over the Winter Break this past school
year while I was home from University. I decided to pick it up again, and so I
hope to crank out a bunch of chapters for you readers in the near future,
although I ask you to bear with me on my time restrictions. Oh, and, yeah�the
Sorting Hat song�that is not easy!!! And mine came out like THAT!!! o_0 Props
to J.K. Rowling for her creative genius.

Any feedback is desperately craved and welcome!!! ^_^
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