{{Thank you Cherry Flavored Antacid. c: }}

This is a roleplay between my lovely self, and the spendiferious criimson.
It is a yaoi roleplay. So, please, no dissin'? c;?

It is a Harry Potter roleplay, with a modified plot of criimson's.
"What if Harry had shaken Draco's hand before the sorting? What if, per say, he had also been sorted into Slytherin?"

This roleplay begins third year. c:

Criimson:: Draco Malfoy (And various others)
Cexlan:: Harry Potter (And various others)

Feel free to lurk if you like. c: But, as it is private, to please keep a-shushed. c;

The sun was rising, and the said star seemed to light up a silver and black room. The bed, which resided against one wall, jutting out toward the center of said chamber, held a rumpled pile of sheets and blankets with pillows at the headboard. One blanket, a jet black one with a green snake running from one corner down toward the center, where it curled, was pulled up over a small frame that resided inside said covers. Light streamed through the room, and with it, a small pop that stirred the sleeping person. A small house elf, known as Grinslow, shuffled close to the bed, reaching his hand out a bit toward the snoozing third year.

"S-Sir? Mr. Malfoy, sir? I-It's time to awaken to catch the train... Sir..." The young elf stuttered, lightly pulling on the coveres.

The boy let out a small grunt of displeasure before sitting up in his bed. Draco Malfoy's silver blue eyes stared coldly down at the elf, highly displeased. He was in the middle of a rather nice dream, and the fact that some puny little elf had awoken him cause high displeasure. With a swift hand, Draco pointed toward the door and hissed for the elf to go away. Scared lifeless, the elf disapeared in a puff of smoke and another pop.

Draco let out a groan, hand moving up to run through his blond hair. So it was time to get up for the train ride to school, hm? He stood, stretched, and wondered slowly to his closet, eyes glazed over with sleep. He pulled out a long sleeve black turtle neck and a pair of black slack. Pulling them on, he moved toward a small vanity in the corner and brushed out his hair before pulling on a pair of black socks and some black boots. With his attire now complete, he could present himself to his father before they both headed out to the train station to depart for Hogwarts.

The young Malfoy moved swiftly down the steps and to the dining hall, where his father and mother sat, enjoying each others company and talking about something in hushed whispers. Draco frowned, hating the fact that he himself wasn't part of the conversation as well. With a small huff, he walked in and plucked an apple out of a basket, bit into it, and arched a brow at his father. Lucius merely smiled and stood, greeted his son, and whisked him out the door and to the car to get to the train station.

In the car, Draco sat at a window seat. He crossed his legs at the knees, apple still in hand. His father, whom was siting across from him, was talking about his marks. How he should have beaten that damn Granger and if he didn't pull his act together, it would mean some serious punishment. Draco nodded, said a small "Yes, Father." and moved on to gaze out the window in a small daze. Within the hour, they were outside the station. Draco grabbed his trunk and nodded toward his father, who in turned ruffled his son's sleek blond hair, and moved back to the car.

Draco swiftly walked to the platform entrance, ignoring everyone around him. He sneered slightly at some Hufflepuff he recognized from last year and pushed past her. She scoffed, turned, and walked the other way. Draco smirked at himself, entering the station platform and moving easily onto the train. He picked a car near the front, as was his custom. As his father always said "Slytherin's are the best; therefor, they must be the first." He put his trunk up onto the lift, sat down swiftly on a chair, crossed his legs, and smirked toward any passer-by who seemed to gaze in at the young Malfoy.

"Yes, I'm splendid, thank you."
Green eyes looked dully at the few people who wished him well. He set his things by a young man, not particularly caring if he was the proper man to set them by to be boarded or not, and continued toward the entrance.

Harry Potter frowned, starting slightly when his shoulder connected quite vigorously with another. He looked through his (now rather nice new black) glasses, eyes narrowing.
Ron Weasley.
They stared off for quite a moment, bodies still as they seized each other up. Eyes wandered only briefly, before Ron's arm was snagged rather viciously.
"Come on Ron."
Hermione.
"We dont need to bother with the likes."
"...Mm." Ron looked at her, before back at Harry as he was dragged off further down the train.
Harry grunted, adjusting his robes and looking down. Blast the git, he got something on them.
"Disgusting useless..." He sighed heavily, turning back to his original destination.

One thing Harry knew for absolute certain: How to find a Malofy.
1) They're somewhere Expensive
2) They're somewhere they own
3) They're always on top
4) They're always first
The latter proved perfect, as he leaned on the door frame of Draco's particular compartment.
"Oi, ya slimey rat, thanks for the letters this summer by the way."

Draco's eyes flickered quickly to the door, staring toward his intruder. He arched a finely plucked brow, staring in wonder. Why did Harry care for his letters? Why that was a simple question. Harry and himself were great friends... on technical terms. A smug look crossed the Slytherin's lips as he leaned back more on the seat, arms shifting to rest along the back of them and eyebrow lowering back into it's normal position. He let a soft chuckle pass his lips before closing his eyes.

"Why did you want them, Potter? Expecting a love letter from me?" He teased, opening his eyes a small bit, just to send Harry a slightly seductive look.

The look soon passed as a girl walked back, nearly brushing Harry. Draco sneered toward her, causing the girl to scamper off. Draco shifted, resting his feet on the seat opposite him with a slightly grumpy look. He glanced back at Harry, cocked his head to the left, and smirked toward him once more, as if taunting Harry to dare challenge what he said to be false.

The train whistle blew, and Draco straightened himself. He ran a hand through his platinum hair and sent another sly look toward Harry. "Well, are you going to sit down, Harry? Or must I print out a royal invite?"

"Perhaps I was." He rolled his eyes, entering the compartment and turning to close and lock it.
He'd never noticed the girl.
He sat down after a moment, crossing his arms lazily as he slumped low, feet spread apart.
"And I was at least expecting a response, good lord. I was only bored out of my bloody mind, not to mention my glorious aunt and uncle." He waved a hand. "And what were you doing that made you decide not to answer--off gallivanting in Romania or just to lazy to care about little ol' Potter?"

Draco's brow arched curiously at Harry's statement. He thought about it for a few seconds before pushing the thought out of his mind and away from his worries. Shifting carefully on the seat, he crossed his ankles on the other chair across him and stared toward Harry. How could he sit like that? Legs spread so? Wasn't it uncomfortable? His father had always taught him that if you sat like that, then you were just asking someone to come and... well, that was another story, now wasn't it?

Draco shook his head slightly and smirked, shifting a bit to rest his hands behind his head. He thought it over for a few minor seconds before shrugging his shoulders dismissively. "Well, how in the bloody world did you know we went to Romania this summer? And no, I wasn't busy. The damn elves didn't want to take most my letters to the owls, so if I wanted anything done, I had to do it my damn self." he said, staring toward Harry.

The Malfoy rolled his shoulders lightly and stretched, closing his blue eyes. "Mmm... Quite infuriating, if I do say so myself." he muttered, shaking his head.

Harry snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Good to know you're just, that, lazy." He kicked his feet out, soles of his shoes flat on the floor. He leaned his head back, the crown touching the back of his seat. "Well, if you didn't send any, please tell me you at least /read/ mine?"

Draco's eyes flickered open for a second, taking in Harry's appearance before closing once more. He smirked to himself. Harry really was wrapped around his little fingers, now wasn't he? Draco shifted, putting his feet on the ground before running his hands down his chest a bit in a small sigh, eyes closing. He was relaxed, away from the big pressure of his father for the moments. Picking up his wand, he cast a silencing and appearance spell on the door.

"Why of course I did, Harry. Now why wouldn't I read my own love interest's letters?" He asked, voice soft.

Draco looked straight at Harry, eyes seeming to shimmer in the dim light of the train car. He smirked, though it was softer than he had ever smirked before.

Harry didn't much move, flinched almost, but continued to start at the ceiling through his glasses.
He remained silent for a while, before his fingers began to drum on his forearms.
"Well, all things considered, you didn't bother to respond to any of them, it got me worried." He closed his eyes a moment, then removed his glasses with one hand, other rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"But of course, you can't be bothered with that aspect now can you, Mr. My-House-Elves-Wont-Help-Me-Send-Letters."

Draco clicked his tongue, closing his eyes quickly. So what if he didn't have time to write back? Was it really /his/ fault? He didn't think so, but then again, he didn't think a lot of things. His fingers slightly shifted to run through his hair once more before he stood, thin frame standing at roughly five four and stared down at Harry. His eyes seemed to be hard, but were softening rather quickly.

He shifted, the heir to the Malfoy throne, down to sit next to the boy-who-lived. He smiled softly, reached over, and plucked Harry's glasses from him. The blond haired boy ran his fingers lightly over the frames, staring toward Harry. "You know that I would have answered had I the time.. Father doesn't let me in the owl coop, so I must send elves." he whispered softly.

Harry tilted his head slightly, watching the pale-and-black blobbity fuzzy figure beside him. Somehow, despite his astigmatism, he could always make out those stealy eyes.
Somehow. They were always so clear.
"I know Draco, it just...worried me. Three months without talking to hardly anyone...especially you." He closed his eyes, relaxing again. "Just...made me antsy."

Draco stared slightly toward him once more, eyes shifting down to the glasses. He smirked, body seeming to get a fuzzy feeling whenever Harry talked like that; whenever he stared at him in such a way. He closed his eyes, humming softly to himself while listening to Harry. His lips twitched into a smile as he moved slowly to place Harry's glasses back onto his own nose, smiling at how they fit. For some reasons, the glasses were just more of a attraction for the young Malfoy.

Silver blue eyes shifted slowly to stare toward Harry once more, before back over toward the door. He flicked his wand, locking it with a spell in case it somehow came loose. Shifting again, Draco leaned up lightly toward Harry, eyes getting an easily flirtatious glow about them. He let out a small chuckle and licked his own lower lip a bit.

"Mmm? I'm sorry, Harry. I'll ensure to sneak an owl to my room for now on. Or maybe Hedwig could stick around longer than just to drop the letter off." He said, reaching up and tapping his manicured finger against Harry's nose tip.

Harry blushed slightly, then smiled brightly. He wiggled his nose a bit.
"I'm not sure Draco, you're house is apparently quite intimidating. We're used to the hum-drum of privet drive, not the...la-ti-da fo Malfoy Manner." He snagged Draco's wrist, glancing at the door, then back at him. "Now, you'd best be stopping that. Those doors have windows."

Draco smiled when his manor was named. Oh, the lovely Draco Manor. Having four stories, not counting the towers, large plots of land, dragon stables, pools and the like. He let his mind wonder before feeling his wrist getting clamped. His eyes flickered down toward his arm before back up toward the male. He smiled, loving how aggressive Potter could be when he felt threatened.

The young Malfoy leaned forward lightly, licking his lips. He bat his eyes a bit once more, scooting even closer toward Harry. Blond hair shifted ever so lightly in front of his eyes before he reached his free hand up, pushing the hair back away from his eyes, black turtleneck hugging his lean form tightly.

"Mmm? Oh but Harry, did you not see when I charmed the doors to make it look like a full, noisy car?" He asked, smirking.

Harry stared at him a moment, before leaning back away.
"I remember the silencer and the lock--now, when did you sneaky thing charm for a noisey car?" He rolled his eyes, then pushed Draco back a bit. "You know my rules, Draco. Behind closed doors--doors without windows."
He shifted a big, awkward, trying to hide his blush behind shaggy hair. He tilted his head down, hair shifting to cover his eyes at least. "So, go relax in your seat. Or change or something, Luckily, Im already in my robes."

Draco grunted when he was pushed away a bit, eyes narrowing. He huffed, turning his head away in slight annoyance. Damn Harry and his rules. He stood, body stiff. His eyes flickered down toward Harry, that Malfoy look in his eyes. The look that he was better than anyone, and didn't need anyone. He turned on his heel, marched back to his 'seat' and reached up, shuffling through his on board bag and pulled out his uniform.

Pulling his wand out of his back pocket, he flicked the stick, forming a small curtain about his half before he started to strip, pulling the turtleneck over his chest and undoing his pants. He stepped out of the pants and pulled on his trousers. He flicked his wand again, making the costume disappear. He stood, pants on but no shirt, and looked back to Harry, the same look in his blue silver eyes.

Draco turned and grabbed his button up, pushing his arms through one at a time before pulling the shirt tight across his back. He turned, not facing Harry as he started to button up the shirt, annoyance in his normally graceful movements. "No one would have seen, Harry. I have that damn door spelled." he muttered, grunting when he skipped a button hole and had to redo part of the shirt.

Harry stared at him for a while, eyes glued to patches of the bare skin until they were covered. He looked away quickly, back out at the swiftly passing scenery.
To late, mind already covered by leaves in the gutter.
Blast you, hormones.
"I'm paranoid, Draco. You know how people would react if they knew, and what if you're father got wind?" He looked back, creases forming by tired eyes. "Unlike you, some people worry about almost important things."

Draco's eyes flickered back behind him, buttoning the last small white button with his fingers. He turned to face Harry, straightening out the sleeves and staring toward them for a second before reaching back and grabbing the silver and gray tie. He wound it lightly about his neck, nimble fingers lacing the tie into a perfect knot, tightening it before reaching back and grabbing his robe. He didn't feel much like wearing the normal vest. He pulled the robes on and cocked a brow.

Shifting slowly to sit, he ran a hand through his hair before sticking the wand in it's normal position inside his robes. His eyes flickered to the window, scoffing lightly at Harry's statement. He sighed, trying to keep himself calm at the mere thought that Harry wanted them to keep quiet. He looked back to Harry and smirked softly, arms shifting to rest behind his head.

"You think I don't? Harry, I know what I'm doing. I'm not /stupid/." He muttered, feeling slightly insulted.

Harry frowned, sitting forward a bit. He rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together between them.
"That's hardly what I mean, Draco." He lifted a hand after a moment, pushing his glasses up and rubbing the bridge of his nose, looking down. "I mean, we can't afford to be...Extrovert about this." He looked back up. "Well, I can, my reputation is practically immobile. But, you're the Malfoy heir. You can't afford that kind of...publicity. You're getting good and mixed reveiws now, being in my close ring of friends. If I go out as..." He waved his hand. "As...as...interested in...men," he took a breath, "Hindsight bias will just have people going 'oh we should have seen this! Those silly muggles ruined him!' and they'll go back to 'oh it's the boy who lived!' You, however, are still building a rep. And thats major. Least...when it comes to the Malfoy's it is."

Draco watched him silently try to explain. He arched his fine brow once more, confused. What did this have... Oh. He frowned and looked toward the door, de-charming it. His eyes stared at passer-by's before he flickered the silver blue orbs over toward Harry. He caught the green ones, and stared for a few moments before looking away, unable to hold his gaze.

"Sometimes I wish I wasn't a Malfoy... but then I know my life would be in utter ruin." He stood, pacing quietly along the floor for a few seconds before looking to Harry. ".... Well... off to Hogwarts then, right Potter?" He asked, getting a somewhat sad smirk, though only those close to him would be able to see the saddened tint to the smirk.

Harry sighed softly, getting up.
"Draco." He set his hands on Draco's shoulders platonic-ally--for show of course. So much of him wished to envelope the young man in a tight embrace--but he with-held.
Again.
"I love you." he said it very quietly. "I care, and I worry, and I wont let me ruin the fantastic life you've got destined ahead of you, okay? Maybe...maybe later, maybe later in our career here at Hogwarts, maybe after you've gone to work for the ministry, if we last that long. But not right now, we need to stay, quiet. Voldemor--" He paused, glancing at the door. "...You know who is on my tail, you know that better than anyone." He stared right at him. "And I know you do. And I can't...let you be known you're that kind of close to me. I /can't/. I'd never be able to live with myself if you got hurt because of me, alright? Just...promise me, you'll keep it quiet. Okay?"

Draco's eyes shifted slightly, staring toward the ground. He jumped, only slightly, when his shoulders were touched. He had been scared of being touched from his back since he had a meeting with Voldemort this past summer. He looked up toward the glass window, staring toward Harry's reflection before he lowered his eyes once more. He bit his lower lip before lifting his head once more, staring back toward Harry.

"... I know, Harry. I know... I'm not stupid. I /know/." he said, lowering his eyes once more. "I'm..." He sighed. "I'm not going to let anyone know..." He muttered, shrugging his shoulders to get Harry's hands off his shoulders. "And I love you too... Only reason why I've pushed this so hard."

Draco turned, facing Harry. He looked up at him with his rather captivating eyes. His bangs fell into his eyes for a few seconds before he flicked his hand up, the bangs quickly slicking back toward the rest of his hair. He let a slight smile move onto his features before switching it back to his smug look. "Come now, Potter. We can't miss the carriages, right?" He asked, cocking his head a bit.

Harry scanned him for a moment, worry crossing his face, before he rolled his eyes and gave up.
"You're quite good at getting over things." He turned, leaning up to grab his back off the top rack, then Hedwig's cage. Them in hand, he turned, nodding at the door. "After you then. I have a feeling you dont have much to carry besides that little bag up there."

Draco smirked lightly and plucked down the bag with his clothing on it. He set it easily on top of Harry's bag, and charmed it to stay there before flickering his eyes back to the hall. The cars were already empty, no one else leaving. He leaned up quickly and kissed Harry on the cheek before stepping out of the car and starting down the hall toward an exit.

"You mean /you/ don't have much to carry but my little bag." he said, smugly. He looked over his shoulder and winked before starting toward the road that led to where the third years were all supposed to gather.

Harry stared after him, before grunting something about 'doing all the grunt work' and following after his blond companion. Eventually he caught up, an irate Hedwig in tow, and nudged Draco's shoulder. "So, pick a carriage."