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Harry and Draco parted at the entrance hall with Harry sitting down immediately at the end of his table and Draco walking across to the Slytherins, seating himself between Crabbe and Goyle. Harry's friends looked quizzically down the table at Harry, but they turned back as Prof. McGonagall escorted the new first years into the hall.

Draco watched as Snape gave a worried glance towards Potter. As soon as Snape noticed Draco watching, his mask slipped back into place. He quickly acknowledged Draco with a slight nod of his head and then both men were distracted by the Sorting Hat:

A thousand years ago today,

Children stood in the very same way;

Some looked round new and nervous,

Others sat bored, not curious.

Through the years nothing's changed,

Students have left and new students came;

They stood apart, never together,

Never changing for the better.

Today we are in a time of need,

Knowing only pain and greed;

I sort you into houses four,

The time for change is always sore.

I cannot change what's in the past,

But I can warn and you can last;

No matter what house you are sent to go,

There are some things you need to know.

Two of you will come together,

Against the wish of all the rest;

Force you apart, they will try,

But with the aid of the very best.

You'll stay together, through love and lust,

With some semblance of the thing called trust;

Betrayed is something you will be,

With the snake we will find thee.

"Enough! Let us begin the sorting, please, Minerva."

"Well, look at all those new faces! To the fresh, welcome to Hogwarts! To the old, welcome back! Today is the start of a new year and I would like to take this moment to go over some announcements. First of all, Voldemort is back. I know that the ministry has tried to blind you all, but alas, it is unfortunately true. Please, do not let this stop you from living happily. There are people around you and amongst you that will protect you from any harm, however it is best you know of the threat! The Sorting Hat has chosen to warn you and I will also. We must come together as a school, as friends, as a family. As such I believe it would be best to share something with you all: something I have not told anyone before. It will show you that people are not always what they seem to be, for I was and still am... a Slytherin! On that note our Defence professor will again be Professor Lupin. Professor Black will be filling in around the full moon. I would also like to point out that the future is not written in stone, however if it seems like it is, muggles have an incredible invention called TNT that may be of some help. Now, let's eat!"

'The sneaky bastard! What a way to get the Slytherins to stop and think about what they are doing. Of course, I knew he was a Slytherin, him being a pseudo-father to me, but I am probably the only person, save Minerva and perhaps Mr. Potter.'

'Dumbledore's a Slytherin? No way!' Harry thought as he watched Hermione and Ginny absentmindedly fill an extra plate with food and pass it down the table until it reached him. At Grimmauld place, both girls had taken to making sure Harry ate full meals. To Harry, most food had ceased to have taste, so he took to mashing it together and vanishing it part by part while no one watched. As soon as the first students began to rise, Harry dashed from the hall and entered the boys' dorm in record time. He quickly pulled off all his clothes save his boxers and collapsed onto his bed, casting a hasty silencing spell and falling into the calling darkness.

"All day with the Slytherins," Ron exclaimed as he looked over Harry's timetable, "that's rotten luck!"

Harry shrugged lightly and took his timetable back from Ron and followed Hermione into the dungeons. They found themselves seats at the back of the Potions' classroom and waited silently for Professor Snape to appear.

"I don't know how most of you got into my class," Snape sneered as he stormed into the room, surveying the eight students seated within his classroom. Besides Harry and Hermione only Draco, Blaise Zabini, Pansy and 3 Ravenclaws had made it into advanced potions.

"Most of you, I'm sure, cheated on your OWLs, however as I have no proof, I will be forced to deal with you for the next two years. Some of you, however," here Snape glanced at Malfoy, "have the natural talent and the drive to become a great Potions' Master."

"I will be pairing you up with the partners you will use for the upcoming year: Boot and Brocklehurst, Granger and Kayden, Malfoy and Potter, Parkinson and Zabini... Well, what are you waiting for? Move!"

Hermione looked sympathetically at Harry who had paled considerably. As Harry moved to Malfoy's desk he swore he saw Snape wink at him.

"Potter," Malfoy acknowledged as Harry sat down. "Didn't think you'd make it into this class."

"Yah, well, miracles happen, Draco."

"So it would seem. So, how's it going in the lions' den?"

"It sucks," Harry said honestly forgetting he was supposed to be Malfoy's enemy. "I can't be myself there. I don't think they would accept me for who I am."

"Who are you?"

Harry realized just exactly who he was talking to. "It doesn't matter." He turned back to his textbook.

Draco looked at Harry inquisitively but stayed silent. He added bat wings to the potion and then turned back to Harry.

"I used to wear a mask around all my friends too, Potter. I pretended to be who I thought they, and my father, wanted me to be. But, this summer I decided I didn't want to wear that mask anymore."

Draco stirred the potion.

"I think your friends would understand, Potter, if you gave them the chance. But I understand what you're going through. Meet me on the quidditch pitch after dinner. Maybe a scrimmage or just a walk across the grounds will help."

"I didn't think you'd actually come."

"Of course I came, I'm a Gryffindor remember, I don't break promises. Plus, you asked me to."

"I know. I just don't understand why you trust me."

"I don't trust you completely, Draco, not yet at least, but we're a lot alike, you and I: both pretending to be someone we're not just to please someone else. And, don't laugh, but when I'm around you I just feel like everything will be okay." Harry laughed. "That sounds stupid, doesn't it?"

"No, I thought it was just because, you know, you're the Golden Boy, you wouldn't let anyone else get hurt, but..."

"You feel the same way?"

"Yah, it just, I don't know. It's like safety."

"Yah it is, isn't it?"

Draco glanced sideways at Harry. The breezy September air had turned the Brunette's cheeks a healthy red and Harry moved to swipe his blowing fringe from his eyes.

"Is everything all right, Draco? What is it? Do I have something on me?"

Draco shook his head and glanced away. He caught his lip between his teeth and gnawed; a nervous habit he had unconsciously picked up. Pansy was always telling him off for it, but in a situation like this...



"I... um..."

Draco turned abruptly and pushed Harry hard slamming the smaller boy against the stands. He pinned Harry crushing their lips together. The kiss was tentative, almost as if Draco was unsure of how Harry would react. Harry wrapped his arms around the blonde boy's waist allowing the kiss to deepen. Harry ran his tongue across Draco's lips seeking an entrance and Draco opened his mouth wider allowing their tongues to intertwine. At last, Harry pulled back to draw in a breath. Draco opened his lust filled eyes and glanced into the green orbs of Ha—

"Oh, fuck."

AN: Yay for cliffies!!! In my original plan this chap was supposed to be just filler, but if I had left it this story would end up reallllllly drawn out, so I'm speeding up just a little. Anyways, thats their first kiss!! Hopefully not the last :)

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