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Warning: Harry/Draco slash, if you don't like it then please leave. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything Harry Potter related. Also, I do not own parts of this plot and story line, parts of that which you recognize are from William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet. So basically, anything you recognize is not mine. Lastly, I am not making any money off of this. NOTE: In italics and between starts, like this: *The dingo ate your baby* are thoughts. I’ve used them in previous chapters, but only just realized I haven’t told you specifically what they meant. I have faith in your intelligence though and assume you all figured it out.. But since some people are majorly lacking in the common sense department I decided I’d just out and tell you all to avoid confusion. But a new development to my story will look like this: +Chocolate coconuts+ it will represent the characters conscious/inner voice thingumajig. *+*+*+* The morning sun rose slowly into the sky, filling it with colors as warm as the air. The bright rays broke through the windows and danced across the 6th year boys dorm room and crept through a gap in one boys’ hangings. A raven-haired boy tossed lightly in his sleep as a sudden burst of light hit his closed eyes and interrupted his dreams. Slowly, dark eyelashes blinked open and a tanned hand slammed over emerald eyes to block out the brightness. An annoyed groan escaped the boys lips and he reached for his glasses gingerly before rolling out of bed. He grabbed a set of robes out of his trunk and trudged tiredly towards the bathroom. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, only hope for the wizarding world, met his downfall by a single shoe. With a dull thud he hit and ground, it was quite a loud thud, yet his roommates remained in a deep slumber. He groaned loudly and pulled his lithe body from the ground, cursing his messy room mates in the process. “Bloody morons... first night here and they can’t pick up their bloody shoes... bet they wouldn’t wake up if a bloody banshee screeched in their ears...” Harry mumbled as he entered the bathroom. * + * + * + * Nearly an hour later found Harry Potter and Co. at the Gryffindor table and eating breakfast silently. Harry ate a piece of toast with some pumpkin juice, Hermione had that plus an egg, and Ron ate everything in sight. Ron only stopped eating when the time tables were passed down so that he could quickly scan over his classes for the day and curse loudly, earning a glare from Hermione. “Potions first period, with the Slytherin’s! That class is horrible enough without the Slytherin’s, must we have it with them every bloody year?” Ron asked angrily. “Ron it’s not that bad. Besides, it’s 6th year potions so only those who got an ‘O’ on their OWL’s last year will be in it, it won’t be so bad.” Hermione tried to reason. Ron just rolled his eyes and continued to eat his breakfast. Harry scanned over his time table and saw that it really wasn’t that bad. He had somehow managed to pull off an ‘O’ in potions last year so he would be taking the class with Ron and Hermione. Harry wondered who else would be taking it this year. * + * + * + * The potions classroom door slammed closed causing nearly all the occupants to jump as Professor Snape strode across the classroom, robes billowing behind him. The man came to a halt at the from of the classroom and glared at the 6th year students. “This is 6th year potions. That means that every one of you has passed last years OWL’s with an ‘O’ , though some I don’t quite see how. There will be no room for foolishness or incompetence in this classroom so anyone who cannot leave their stupidity at the door I ask you to leave now.” Snape paused his speech and stared directly into Harry’s eyes before continuing, “I will not hesitate to remove anyone from this class if I do not think they are up to my standards, if you are falling behind I expect you to get help because I will tolerate nothing less than perfection in my class room. Notes are on the board, take them down and begin.” Snape waved his hand at the board and instructions immediately appeared and the classroom fell silent except for the scribbling of quills on parchment. Harry finished copying his notes and went to collect his ingredients. The class consisted of eight students. Three Slytherin’s, Blaise Zambini, Pansy Parkinson, and of course, Draco Malfoy, and five Gryfindor’s, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnegan Harry wasn’t surprised at the beginning of class when all of the students were pilling in, he had expected those students to be in the class. He knew Crabbe and Goyle wouldn’t be in it because they were horrible at potions, Neville was even worse and feared Snape, and Parvati and Lavender weren’t the most academic girls in the school to say the least. So that ruled out just about everyone that wasn’t in this classroom except for Millicent, a Slytherin girl, who Harry really didn’t care if she was in the class or not. Harry gathered his supplies quickly and brought them back to his table, he set them down and began to read over his instructions once more before preparing everything needed to make the sleeping draught. As Harry chopped his caterpillar heads his eyes fell on the body across from him. He watched as slender fingers held a glistening knife and proceeded to chop his pieces into perfectly identical slices. Harry witnessed a piece of white blonde hair fall to cover an icy colored eye which was full of concentration. Pale elegant fingers swept the disobedient locks out of his face before returning to their previous task. He watched as the boy brushed his chopped caterpillar heads to the side and reach for the mice tails when suddenly– “Ouch!” Harry’s eyes snapped off of the boy before him and fell upon his own fingers, specifically his index which was rapidly dripping out crimson liquid. He hadn’t been concentrating on his work and had cut his finger with his knife. Harry silently cursed at himself before casting a simple healing spell and turning back to his work. *Stupid Malfoy. If he wouldn’t have broken my concentration I wouldn’t have cut my finger.* Harry thought in an annoyed fashion. +Malfoy didn’t do anything, you were the one staring at him.+ A voice in Harry’s head chimed in. *I was not staring!* Harry argued. +Yes you were.+ His conscious shot back. *Was not!* +Was too.+ *Was not!* +Was too.+ *Was not!* +Says the guy arguing with himself.+ His inner voice teased. *Oh, sod off.* Harry thought angrily and threw his caterpillar heads into his cauldron. Harry continued on with his potions and every now and then he caught himself staring at Malfoy again. But every time he’d mentally slap himself and try to burry his thoughts into his potion making. Once again Harry’s eyes drifted to the blonde who was stirring his potion in a very enticing manner. Suddenly, the image of those long slender fingers wrapped around something else filled his mind. Harry’s eyes bulged in his head and he mentally slapped himself once again at what he had just imagined. *What the hell? Where did that come from? I did NOT just fantasize that! I did not just picture another boy wanking me off. I did not!* Harry thought desperately. +Oh, you so just did you pouf. You just fantasized, in the middle of potions class may I add, about your rival Draco Malfoy wanking you off.+ His inner voice said merrily. *I am not a pouf! I like girls, I had a relationship with Cho Chang last year!* Harry shot back defensively. +Ok, you had a girlfriend. But you thought her kisses were gross and you didn’t once get hard thinking of her. Actually, you’ve never gotten hard thinking of any girl, which proves my point that you’re a fag.+ The voice said in a very matter of fact way. *Ok, maybe she didn’t turn me on.. But I’ve never gotten off thinking of boys either so there, I’m not gay!* Harry thought triumphantly. +Never wanked off thinking of them no. But you’ve had shall we say, exciting dreams, about boys before. And don’t you deny it!+ His inner voice battled back. Harry blushed even though it was his own thoughts and no one could hear them but himself. There was a long silence in his internal debate as he began to stir his potions. Yes, Harry had quite a few steamy dreams over the past years, all of which involved males. Their faces were always blurry and he chose to pretend they didn’t happen because the boy-who-lived could not be gay. He just couldn’t be. The thought of how the media alone would react was scary enough, but what would his friends think? Harry wasn’t sure of what the wizard community thought of gay relationships, but if it was anything like the muggle world he didn’t expect things would go well if he was in fact gay and came out. But he wasn’t gay, so that was irrelevant. He just didn’t get turned on by girls and had wet dreams about faceless boys. But that didn’t make him gay, noo, they were just dreams. He was all about the women. He just didn’t turned on by them. Yeah, that’s it... Harry banished further thoughts from his mind and focussed purely on his potion. That seemed to work, because he finished his potion perfectly and ten minutes early. He handed the potion to Snape, who glared at the boy obviously pissed off that Potter did the potion correctly and could not take points, then returned to his seat and looked around the classroom. Hermione was checking handing her potion in to Snape as well and Ron was frowning at his which was purple instead of red. The other Gryffindor’s seemed to be fairing pretty well and most of the Slytherin’s were finish off as well. Harry’s eyes fell onto the blonde boy once again just as Malfoy began to pour his potion into a flask. As far as Harry could tell the potion was perfect, which was typical of Malfoy since he was always perfect when it came to potions. His potion making skills weren’t the only thing perfect about him... from what Harry could see through his robes his body seemed perfect as well... Harry was past mentally slapping himself and was now mentally kicking the crap out of himself. What the hell was wrong with him today? His mind had been focussed on the war and Voldemort, his past and his future, ever since the end of last year. But now, once back at school, his mind kept falling onto that damned Slytherin boy. He blamed it on his bad eating habits of late and decided that maybe he’d start eating more, even if food made him nauseous it was definitely better than having debates with himself about his sexuality during potions class. * + * + * + * The rest of the classes went by in a flash and before Harry knew it he was standing in his dorm staring down at the costume which was placed on his bed. He really regretted telling his friends he would go, he had no desire what so ever to attend the masquerade. His day hadn’t been to well, what with the thoughts of Malfoy in potions, the stares in the hall ways and whispering first years, and his thoughts which constantly drifted into the past kept him distracted during transfiguration making MacGonagall very angry just a few hours ago. At lunch he had forced himself to eat more than just a sandwhich in an attempt to clear his mind of thoughts like those from first class in the morning but all that did was make him feel sick all afternoon. No, today had not gone well at all for Harry. The costumes and masks were given to each student free of charge so that everyone could attend the masquerade. The costumes were all unique and were charmed so that the wearers identity was hidden, even voices were altered through the masks. The professors could see through the costumes but no students could. The only way they would be able to find their friends would be by memorizing their costumes. Harry thought the masquerade was a good idea with the war just heating up. Everyone needed a chance to just get away and relax without having to worry about who they are supposed to be and could just act like themselves. Yet the fact that it was a good idea didn’t make him want to attend. Harry didn’t think anyone would notice if he went or care if he attended. Despite being the boy-who-lived Harry wasn’t all that popular. Sure, he had tons of fan girls and even a few guys, but his only real friends were Ron and Hermione. He doubted his friends would mind if he just didn’t show up. Yeah, they made a big deal about him not going the previous night, but when it all came down to it Harry didn’t think they’d pay any attention to him. The two seemed a little more focussed on each other lately since they were beginning to realize their feelings for each other that he knew were there for many years. They weren’t together yet but they were definitely close. And the closer they got the more of a third wheel Harry became. Harry sighed and entered the bathroom as Seamus stepped out sporting a light blue costume and feathery mask. The boy winked at Harry with a mischievous grin and Harry smiled back half heartedly. Harry looked down at his robes and he supposed they were nice enough. They were black as midnight with emerald green embroidery and the mask was more sophisticated than Seamus’s was. It was black with green designs. He pulled on the costume and looked into the mirror and honest to god did not recognize himself. The costume kept his height and size but his skin was slightly darker now. His hair was a little bit longer though was still short and had green highlights throughout. His eyes were green at the pupil but got darker until at the outer rim of his iris’ they were solid black. He moved the hair back off of his forehead to see that his scar was now gone. He smiled softly at that, he had always hated the bloody thing. With one last look at himself he grabbed his normal clothing and stepped out of the room. “Harry mate, you look wicked!” Dean said brightly and patted him on the back. Dean’s robes were navy blue and his hair was now dirty blonde. His eyes were a dark chestnut brown . “Thanks, you too.” Harry said with a small smile and looked around the room. Neville’s robes were turquoise and black but his hair was still brown. His mask matched his robes and was mostly feathers. Ron’s robes were scarlet and his hair was now gold and he was very proud to be sporting the Gryffindor colors. They were all just as unrecognizable as Harry and the only way he could tell them apart initially was by who was sitting on what bed. The boys were hopping around the dormitories and talking excitedly about Quidditch and the girls they wanted to hook up with tonight. They were all caught up in themselves and Harry sat alone at the window, staring out at the setting sun. The glistening rays cascaded down the clear sky and gave way to the darkness that followed. The constant changing sky was much like Harry’s thoughts, there was a slight brightness for a while but eventually it all threatens to be consumed by darkness. * + * + * + * In the dim, cold dungeons Draco Malfoy stood in his private chambers, studying his reflection in the large mirror. Being a Malfoy definitely had it quirks, for instance, when Draco became a prefect he was offered his own room, something none of the other prefects were offered. Draco knew his father had influenced that and probably paid a good deal of money for it, but he honestly didn’t care. He had his own room, and that was bloody brilliant. Draco’s robes were a deep black with light blue embroidery. His mask was slightly cat eyed and matched his robes exactly. His hair color lightened slightly but his skin tone stayed the same. His eyes became more silver and the remaining blue became brighter. He preferred his normal looks to the new ones but he still looked hot as hell in his opinion, and the mirror seemed to agree. “You’re looking perfect as always Mr. Malfoy.” The mirror said in a soft voice. “Why thank you, I’d say I look damned sexy as well.” Draco said with a smirk. As Draco dressed and prepared himself for the ball an odd feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He usually had pretty good instincts and right now they were telling him that something big was about to happen, something that would drastically impact the rest of his life. *+*+*+* Please review if you have the time, and please be HONEST with your reviews. If it sucked, tell me it sucked. I'm a big girl and constructive critisism will only make me better.

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