Disclaimers: I don't own any of these characters, they all belong to JK Rowlings...just borrowing them ^^

AN: *sweats* a plot bunny just popped in my head all because of the teaser for chapter one (at the bottom of the page)...arrgh, I just hope I won't be getting writer's block with this one.

Warning: umm...not much...yet. oh and this is SLASH. don't like? don't read.

Dangerous Love
by valacirca

Prologue

Eyes skimmed over the latest news and gossip on The Daily Prophet lazily, stopping abruptly at an article that took up most of the space on the page. With big bold letters the article screamed: The Boy Who Lived to Play for the Other Team.

Rita Skeeter. Figures.

The boy who was holding the paper took his time to reading the article. He was a little too early for the train and can read his at his leisure. He snorted at all the exaggerations (which are quite a lot!) the famous writer wrote clearly to bring more color to the feature article. On one side was the photo of the famous Harry Potter dressed in his black robe with the insignia of the Order of the Phoenix on the left breast pocket, smiling embarrassedly at the camera.

He remembered that day all too well. It was a week after the defeat of the Lord Voldemort where every wizarding community had celebrated. Flocks of owls were flying over muggle towns, shooting stars would fill the night sky, and ministry officially busily putting memory charms on muggles who noticed the peculiarities of their overjoyed neighbors.

That was over a year ago. The famous Harry Potter is still the famous Harry Potter, but a lot of other heroes have been created by the dark times as well. By now, things have eventually mellowed down to almost normal to the point of being practically boring.

Folding the newspaper neatly, the boy set it down beside him on the bench on Platform 9¾ and began to scheme.

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Harry Potter is now officially angry. No, frustrated. Almost ready to kill. Throwing the shreds of the mutilated Daily Prophet into the trash bin, he carted his things towards Platform 9¾. He decided to come early to avoid the crowd and sulk the whole way to Hogwarts.

Harry quickly passed through the barrier not even checking to see if any muggle was looking or not. Muttering a few choice curses under his breath he stormed down an empty bench and decided to wait for the train while thinking about all the evil things that he wants to do to the journalist.

Its not that his being gay is a big secret. Almost half of the population in Hogwarts already knew this and the other half already have a clue. A lot of girls have been disappointed then but it really didn’t become such a big thing. It was simply just something that happens to some of the boys their age as far as everyone is concerned. It just so happens that the boy is Harry Potter. The Harry Potter. But other that a very few hostile looks, they just basically couldn’t care less.

However, Rita Skeeter publishing it on the Daily Prophet and making him look like Hogwarts’ biggest sex symbol (which is yet to be determined) is more than enough to get him all worked up and utterly embarrassed at the same time.

“You’re sitting on my bench.”

Harry looked up to the familiar drawl that snapped at him. Emerald green met impassive grey eyes then flickered down to the newspaper that the other was holding, then down to the trunk on the side of the bench. Sure enough, the large trunk was bearing the seal of the Malfoy crest.

“Malfoy.”

“Potter.”

In the past few years, the childish squabbles and petty hallway duels have turned into cool aggressiveness and slick underhanded tactics. No longer was there fierceness or the brute physical contact that fanned the flame of their rivalry. It had turned into a force of habit to snap a witty retort or crack a joke at the expense of the other more than anything else. A habit that the whole school had acquired when they had gotten used to the squabblings, duelings, pranks and practical jokes that both sides practice. But the intensity and impact is still the same. They just grew up a little, that’s all.

But in this habit, Harry has unconsciously found a source of comfort. A sense of normalcy, a solid ground in the storms of change during the time of Voldemort’s rise to power. It was that only thing that hasn’t changed while the world spins around them.

Until now that is.

Last year had been a little too dull in Harry’s opinion. And right now he’s just itching for a fight.

“I see that you’ve heard,” said Harry. “Here to rub it in my face Malfoy?” At any other time, he wouldn’t have picked a fight with Malfoy just before the start of the school year, but right now he’s just angry and wanted release. He’d be damned not to grab the opportunity that just smacked him in the face. If they’re lucky, the brawl would be finished before the train arrives.

Draco just shrugged in reply and elegantly sat down with the grace of a cat, crossing his arms across his chest.

“What are you doing here so early anyway? Your parents too eager to get rid of you?” Harry taunted. Come on, come on, thought Harry. Say something.

“Can it Potter, you know I’m still my parent’s brat,” replied Draco coolly, then he turned to the other boy beside him. “I know you’re itching for a fight, but I have a better idea.”

Harry eyed him warily. “Who says I trust you enough to hear what you have to say?”

“It’s not as if I could hand you over to the Dark Lord afterwards,” Draco retorted.

Harry almost snickered at the thought. “Are you trying to offer you hand in friendship again, Malfoy?”

“In your dreams, Potter,” replied the other. “I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Yeah? So why the sudden change of heart?”

“Let’s just say…I’m bored.”

Bored.

Exactly.

“So, what do you have in mind?”

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Harry looked at Draco skeptically.

Draco stared back expectantly.

“I’m not so sure…” Harry said warily.

“Look,” said Draco hastily. “I see Weasel and Granger coming already. Just think about it okay?” With that the pale boy started walking away just as Ron and Hermione came bounding up to him.

“What’s the ferret boy doing Harry?” said Ron looking murderously at Malfoy.

“How’s your vacation Harry?” said Hermione. “I hope you didn’t lay off studying, remember this is our last year. You two seem to put all that off at the last minute.”

“Summer is fine ‘Mione, and Malfoy just wants to talk, Ron,” said Harry. Maybe he could start right now and see what happens? Somehow, his Slytherin side is creeping up on him.

“Yeah, right,” muttered Ron. “Just wants to talk.”

“Hey Malfoy,” he cried after the boy’s retreating back who turned at the sound of his name. “I’ll see you inside the train, okay?” The blonde nodded and gave a small smirk that passed off for a smile.

Ron turned to his best friend, his face contorting into confusion and aghast while Hermione looked curiously from Harry then back to Malfoy.

“Like I said Ron,” Harry said mysteriously. “He just wants to talk.” He shrugged and went to get his trunk ready to climb aboard the Hogwarts Express.

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“So, have you decided yet?” Draco drawled lazily gazing at the passing scenery.

Harry fidgeted a bit. When he went to the last compartment ant the back of the train, he had every intention of going along with Draco Malfoy’s plan. It was funny, in a sickening kind of way, but sure enough it’s a way of adding a little spice to the prospect of going to school this year. Call it a pull on his Slytherin side if you will.

But now, seeing Malfoy in person seemed to raise a slight hesitation in him. He took a deep breath. He came here to do something and he sure won’t come out without doing it.

“Yeah,” said Harry. “It’s crazy, but sounds like fun,” giving the Slytherin a smirk that his enemy would be proud of.

“I thought you would,” said Draco returning a grin. He then held out his hand to seal their deal, mirroring their second encounter all those years ago, but this time Harry Potter took it willingly.

But just as they were about to let go, the door suddenly burst open and then Hermione shrieking came in followed by Ron and Colin Creevey.

“Harry, did you know what Colin has been saying about you all over the—“ Hermione stopped in mid-sentence.

“YOU!!” cried the enraged Ron.

A moment of stunned silence followed them and with eyes locked on the clasped hand of the two boys, Colin said excitedly: “I knew it! I knew it! I told you Draco Malfoy is Harry’s boyfriend!”

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Teaser for chapter one:

Draco quickly grabbed Harry’s shoulder and pushed him against the wall beside one of the coat of armors half-hiding them from view. Effectively trapping the Gryffindor between him and the wall, he leaned down and whispered on the other’s ear.

“Quick put your arms on my waist, the Ravenclaw grapevine is coming,” Draco whispered against Harry’s ear.

Harry quickly complied and Draco leaned in closer putting his hand against the wall on the other side of Harry’s head. A sharp gasp was heard and they heard the sound of quickly retreating footsteps. A few seconds later the corridor was filled with the howls of laughter from the two boys.

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