Author's Note:
I do not own Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, etc etc.

Neither do you. If you're reading this, you probably wish you did though, huh?

I do, however, own the right to this story and my ideas in this story. All of the ideas in this story are from me, and only me. Maybe from my best friend, but that's beside the point.

This is rated PG - 13, and maybe R if I ever get into that part. This story is slash (m/m), but I don't get into male sex unless I really really have to..

I love notes. So please, leave good, bad, neutral notes, I don't care. Any kind of notes help!!
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Harry sat in his chair with his head ontop of the palm of his hand as he twirled his quill, obviouly extremely bored. Professor Snape had been going on and on the past..hour, was it? Harry yawned to himself, barely paying attention to what Snape was saying. Probably bitching about the fact that he didn't get the Dark Arts class again. He liked to bitch about that. Professor Dumbledore had, for some reason, explained that Snape was better off teaching Potions, something everyone, including Slytherin at times, wouldn't agree on.

It was the first day back from summer vacation, something he had been dreading. The fact that he was constantly reminded that Cedric had died only 3 months before terrified him. He knew Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle would do something to insult him, and the first chance they got, they did. Draco had screamed that Harry was trying to pull the Avadra Kedavra curse on him, which only angered and upset Harry more. The whole summer he'd been working on Aunt Petunia's garden while Dudley swam in the new pool that was put in during Harry's fourth year. He was only allowed to swim in it at night, when Dudley was asleep and it was cooler and darker. And Harry didn't dare go out in the dark by himself.

"Harry." Hermione hissed, elbowing him hard, bringing him out of his thoughts as he realized the whole class was staring at him. Draco was howling with laughter as Crabbe and Goyle laughed along with him. Professor Snape stood in front of the classroom, glaring at Harry.

"Er, sorry." Harry sat up and winced as his scar throbbed slightly. He could only imagine what Professor Snape was going to say now.

"First day back to school and you're already daydreaming, Potter?" Snape sneered, folding his hands behind his back as he slid across the floor soundlessly.

"I'm sorry, sir." Harry swallowed the other words he was dying to say. He wanted to turn and scream at Draco and tell everyone off who was laughing. Neville was cowarding away from Professor Snape as he glided up to Harry's desk. Seamus Finnigan was trying not to laugh as he whispered something to Ron, who also tried not to laugh. Hermione kicked Ron underneath the table.

"You could be missing an important lesson." Snape smirked as Draco quieted down a bit to hear Snape bitch at Harry. "What would Professor McGonagall say to you?"

"The same thing Dumbledore would, sir." Harry looked up at Snape as their eyes locked, and Snape's wicked grin grew wider.

"What would that be, Potter?"

"Absolutely nothing." Harry snapped, tired of Snape giving him attitude since the first day of school.

"I'm so sure." Snape growled, turning on his heel and walking back to the front of the classroom. "After your stint at the Triwizard Tournament, I think everyone would want you to daydream, so you wouldn't learn anything, so you wouldn't kill them too."

Instead of laughter, the room fell dead silent. Snape mouth was twisted into a smirk, and everyone wondered what Harry would do.

"Are you saying you want to be my first victim?" Harry asked, causing Ron and Seamus to hide their faces in their robes to keep from laughing loudly. Snape glared at Harry before he returned to his lesson.

Hermione shot Harry a look, and Harry shrugged. Even if it didn't make sense, it pissed Snape off, which he wanted to do. His eyes roamed over everyone in the classroom, some people were whispering and turning and looking at him. Some gave him dirty looks, and he could probably have two guesses as to why they gave him those looks. Harry looked out of the corner of his eye, and saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle whispering and looking at him, then smirking and whispering more.

Some things will never change. Harry sighed to himself, going back to his daydreaming.


"Hermione, could I borrow your notes?" Ron asked after class as the three walked down the steps and outside onto the front lawn to Hagrid's Hut for their Magical Creatures lesson.

"Ron." Hermione sighed. "Just because you and Harry don't pay attention, doesn't mean I have to do all the work and help you pass."

Harry turned and gave Ron a confused look. "But Hermione, you've always helped us pass."

"I'm disappointed in you." Hermione turned and glared at Harry, then tossed her hair back behind her. "You shouldn't have talked to Professor Snape like that."

"He shouldn't have spoken to me like that!" Harry growled, more to himself as he remembered what Snape said. "I didn't kill Cedric.."

Ron shoved Hermione roughly, muttering something quietly before turning back to Harry.

"We know you didn't, don't worry about what Snape said."

"That's gonna upset me for days now, Ron." Harry sighed as they stopped in front of Hagrid's Hut. "It took me all summer to get over the fact that I brought Cedric with me, and it was my fault he died."

Hermione put her arm around Harry's shoulder's, half hugging him. "It isn't your fault, Harry. You were being really generous. No one knew that would happen."

Before anyone could say anything, something hit the back of Harry's head. Harry spun around angrily, and saw Draco, Vincent and Gregory standing behind him, tossing a rock and catching it. Harry reached for his wand, determined not to let Draco get away with it, but gave up when Hagrid came outside.

"Oh great, the Lochness Monster is back." Draco nudged Vincent Crabbe as the three boys laughed loudly, hoping Hagrid had heard them. But he didn't.

"Aigh' kids. We're goin' ter be learnin' abou' Eigh' Legged Gantoads." Hagrid grinned happily, then turned to Harry. "'Arry, Ron, come an' help me, will yeh?"

Draco moaned loudly as Ron and Harry walked up to their friend, who brought them to the back of his hut. "Pick up tha' end." Hagrid directed Ron to an end of a large tank. "'Arry, pick up this one." Harry bent down, trying to pick it up. Hagrid moved to the center and picked up the large tank and the three carried it around the hut again, placing it in front of the class. Immediately, half of the people backed up, while the other half moved forward.

"Is this going to kill me?" Draco asked Hagrid loudly, and Hagrid shook his head, throwing him a look. "I almost died once because of you. Do you guys remember that?" Draco looked around the class questioningly.

"That's because it was your fault, idiot." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, then moved forward to see the tank. "What are these things?"

"They look like.." Harry trailed off, trying to get a better look at the animal. "Are they some kind of squid?"

"Aye." Hagrid nodded, beaming at the class. "Each of yeh will be paired up randomly and yeh'll learn together abou' how ter take care of these guys."

"Can't we pick our own partners?" Dean Thomas whined and Hagrid shook his head.

"Dumbledore wan's yeh ter get ter know eachother."

"But we already know enough!" Draco snapped angrily. "We know that Slytherin's better than Gryffindor at everything, so why do we have to be paired with people that we don't like?"

"Deal with it." Hagrid shrugged, pulling out a piece of parchment and tearing it into enough pieces for everyone in the class. "I wan' yeh to put yeh names on here."

Everyone mumbled as they put their names on the papers, then folded them up. Hagrid took a hat out of his hut, then held it open as they all dropped the parchment's into the hat. Hagrid shook it around for a minute, then began calling names.

"Seamus with Hermione. Dean with Gregory." Dean moaned loudly. "Ron with Lavender." The names went on and on until the last pair was called, and the two stood as far apart as they could. "'Arry an' Draco. Damn, sorry 'Arry." Hagrid winced, then winked and smiled. Harry's stomach turned. Why did he have to work with Draco?