Note: I am terribly sorry for the delay on all of my stories... Please forgive me.... (SasunaruTLA: gets on knees and begs)

(Enter Draco... )"Oi get up!" (kicks SasunaruTLA in side and to readers says: "She was working on some kick-ass stories and new chapters to make you people happy... They make me happy..." (lust crazed eyes and smirk...)

(Enter Harry...) Draco, I made waffles...

"I think you mean we made waffles, Lover..." (Draco drags Harry away to "tell him about his dream last night"... homework for Divinations supposedly)

SasunaruTLA: Ask me about the waffles if you're curious... Sorry again....

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Summary:

Harry Potter was always quiet, not wanting to get close to anyone else who could hurt him, and he kept far away from the other students, his only friends being the magical creatures in his Care of Magical Creatures class. But then the summer he turned seventeen he received his inheritance and everything changed. He wasn't human anymore and suddenly it seemed as if the lonely world he'd wanted wasn't the dream he thought it was... Why shouldn't he try and find someone to love him? And why, after six years of not talking or acknowledging each other's presence, was Draco Malfoy, the richest and most handsome person from school, looking at him that way?

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Kissing You

Tap. Tap.

At the sound of something tapping on his window, Harry Potter turned around. His snowy owl Hedwig was patiently waiting on him to open the window. He smiled warmly at her and walked over to the window. It wasn't a very long walk because his bedroom, if one could call it that, was very small, but it was the only thing in the whole house that he could call his own. Hedwig happily nipped at his fingertips when he rubbed his work-worn hands down her soft, beautiful feathers. "What's this?" he asked untying an envelope from around her ankle.

It's from the Old One, Hedwig mentally replied. Harry laughed at her name for Headmaster Dumbledore and gave her an owl treat after he allowed her inside his small room. She went to her usual perch on the headboard of his twin-sized bed. Harry smiled at her as he opened the letter, no doubt it was the list of books he would need for his last year at Hogwarts. 'At least I have one freind who won't turn on me,' he thought with a sudden surge of anger.

Harry was quiet and liked to keep to himself. His only friends were Hedwig and any other animal or creature that cared to talk with him. Over the last six years he had learned that humans could be crueler than any animal. If an animal didn't like you they were quick to let you know; they didn't plot against you or turn their back on you when you needed them most. Harry had made it his life goal to avoid everyone at Howarts until graduation, a dream only made stronger after last year. He only talked to teachers and anything not-human. He didn't want anyone to get close to him and he vowed on the train ride home last year as he sat alone in his compatment that he wouldn't let anyone hurt him again.

What troubles you, Master? Hedwig asked with concern evident in her voice.

"Nothing," Harry replied. He sat down on his bed and read the letter. It said the same thing as last year and the years before, the only difference being that the book titles had changed. He would need to tell his uncle when he needed to leave so he could get his chores done before then...

At the end of the letter was Dumbledore's signature which revealed to Harry just how old the wizard was becoming. Under the shaky signature Dumbledore had written Happy Birthday! in big letters. Harry smiled and looked over at his bedside table to see what time the clock said: 11: 56, four minutes and counting until Harry turned seventeen and could finally earn his Inheritance, with which he could finally leave his aunt and uncle's forever. In four minutes he would legally never have to see his relatives again, he would never have to come back... His Uncle would be thoroughly pleased if he never had to see Harry again and the feeling was entirely mutual.

Three minutes...

Harry put the letter down and placed his broken glasses next to it. Tomorrow he would be able to fix them with his wand. He might even decide to show his cousin Dudley a thing or two about why picking on him for sixteen years was a foolish mistake. This would be his best birthday yet...

Two minutes...

He should probably wait to give Dudley his 'lesson' until the day he actually needed to leave, probably Thursday. Today was Tuesday so he would spend two days completing his chores and packing the things he would need for life away from this hell-hole. It would take a day at least to get everything he needed from Diagon Alley, the wizard strip mall, for lack of a better term. The Hogwarts Express would leave on Saturday morning... Thursday was a good day to leave...

One minute...

Harry broke out of his planning when his shoulder started to tingle...

45 seconds...

He rubbed his shoulder gently and then his other shoulder tingled uncomfortably as well. The tingle turned into a burning and Harry gripped the side of his bed tightly to steady himself.

30 seconds...

It felt as if his back were on fire. He shut his eyes tightly in an attempt to block out the pain. Hedwig dropped onto his lap and nuzzled his chest, biting him gently in concern. Master? Master? Her usually calm voice was full of panic. She was at a loss and could think of nothing to soothe her master's discomfort. Harry barely noticed her efforts.

15 seconds...

The burning became so intense that Harry cried out and doubled over in pain, pushing Hedwig away. It seemed like something was carving itself into his back and around his shoulders. He began to feel dizzy and reached out for his bedside table, knocking off the letter from Hogwarts. The pain was too much...

1 second...

Harry fell to the floor, unable to keep himself up any longer. Just as the clock on his bedside table read 12:00 a.m., he lost all consciousness.

The last thing he remembered seeing were the words Happy Birthday!

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Harry awoke and his whole body ached as if he had just been used as one of his cousin Dudley's punching bags. He sat up wearily and rubbed his eyes, noting that he was no longer on the floor. After wiping his eyes he looked around to make sure that and Hedwig had left. If Uncle Vernon were to walk in and find her... Harry couldn't bare to lose his only friend. Whe he looke around he realized that something wasn't right... Harry was not in his room... And this was not his bed...

He jumped off of the bed a little too fast and ended up starting to fall. Before he hit the ground though, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his middle to pull him against a broad, muscular chest with Harry facing away from his savior. Despite not knowing said savior, Harry blushed a bright red shade. Harry closed his eyes tightly when he felt warm breath on the side of his next. "Be careful... you should still be resting," said a lazy, drawling voice into Harry's ear. An odd sensation shot down Harry's spine when he heard the voice, as if his life were now complete now that he had finally heard it. Harry's knees seemed to give out underneath him when the stranger who still held him protectively placed a gentle kiss to a particularly sensitive spot on the side of his neck. "I'll find you," the voice whispered as he lifted Harry off of his feet and gently placed him back on the bed. Before Harry was lost to the sleep awaiting him he saw a head of blonde hair looking down at him with the most happy gleam in his swirling silver eyes... The darkness took him once again...

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NOTE: This is a new story. I know... SORRY! But When I get writer's block it only applies to the stories I actually want to work on... TEAR!...

Please review even if you hate me for writing something new when I have old stuff to work on...