Hello, hello! Welcome to my newest story, people! Now, this story is set at the end of OOTP, and is an extremely slow moving HP/SS

So, in other words, if you're looking for fast paced smut, you're definitely looking at the wrong story. The smut will happen in later chapters, sorry.

However this is what you have to look forward to:

WARNINGS: cross-dressing, slashy smutty goodness, sexual tension and heavy flirting, transgendered/girly!Harry, drinking, fluffiness, and lots of BDSM.

So yeah. Consider yourself warned. Like I said before, it's slow moving, but it's definitely worth it. XD

Harry was stiff with tension as he sat at the Gryffindor table. People were staring at him again. They had been since the week before, since the Battle at the Ministry. Since he'd killed Voldemort. The first few days, he hadn't left his room, grieving for Sirius. Then, on the fourth day, he was mobbed in the Great Hall.

Thankfully, the staff put an end to that, and he was able to walk in the hallways again. Still, they were pointing and staring. In the past two days, he'd had a number of girls following him around, giggling. He'd even had two or twenty grope him.

Instead of being excited, like any other boy his age would be, he was disgusted. There were only a few girls that had been unaffected, thankfully. Hermione, who was still recovering in the hospital wing, was like a sister to him, and treated him the same as ever. Within a day of waking up, she was fretting over their OWL exams.

Luna was just the same as ever- making alarming and funny comments, and if he didn't know any better, she was trying to help him out by scaring some of the girls off. He did stay far away from Ginny, however. He didn't want to tempt fate.

Harry thought things would have been less stressful without Voldemort around.

He was wrong.

Yeah, all the Deatheaters that had been there that night had been captured again, and were in a series of very public trials that he submitted pensieve memories for. Yeah, his scar was slowly fading away, and he didn't feel a pang of pain whatsoever. Yeah, he was a bit sad about Sirius, but…there was something else. Something else that was making him feel tense. Something that nagged at him, something that didn't feel quite right.

It wasn't the stares. He was used to that. It wasn't even the whispering and giggling. Sure, it was annoying, but he was used to that too.

He gave a dismissive look to Lavender as she passed, waving to him and giggling with Parvati. Seamus wolf whistled at the two pretty girls, who rolled their eyes and sat further down the bench.

"Hey, you gonna eat or stare at your food all day?" Ron said between bites of his own lunch.

Harry stared down at his plate. He'd only put a couple of things on it to begin with, and he'd yet to take a bite. He pushed it away. "I'm not very hungry." He stood, and made to leave the table. Ron wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and got up too.

"Wanna go flying or something?"

Harry shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets. "Nah, I think I'm gonna go for a walk. I'll see you later."

He left the Great Hall, leaving behind a confused Ron. He ambled down the corridor, lost in thought. Something was wrong, something wasn't right. But he couldn't quite place it.

He passed by a golden gilded mirror on the wall, next to a large tapestry, and backed up, doing a double take. His hair was a mess, and he looked exhausted. Yeah, he hadn't had a lot of sleep lately. He frowned, peering a bit closer.

Maybe he'd have to go to Madam Pomfrey and get another dose of Dreamless sleep. He was almost out. It kind of sucked, that there was nothing stronger that she could get for him. It didn't work as well anymore, and he needed some sleep.

He headed upstairs, wandering his way to the hospital wing. Some of the portraits applauded and bowed as he passed, making Harry blush slightly. He went to the hospital wing, and looked about the room. Hermione was still in her bed, reading.

"Hey."

Hermione looked up, saving her place in her book. She smiled. "Hi Harry. Hey, aren't you supposed to be at lunch?"

Harry shrugged, and sat at the chair next to her bed. "I'm not really hungry." He leant back, and saw Madam Pomfrey come out of her office.

"Hello Mr. Potter."

"Hi Madam Pomfrey. Um…do you think you could get me more Dreamless Sleep? I'm almost out- I've got just one more dose enough for tonight."

Hermione and Madam Pomfrey exchanged a look, which didn't go unnoticed by Harry. Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "I can't do that Harry. That amount I gave you was supposed to last until the end of term- you've got four more days."

Harry blushed. "You don't have anything stronger? It doesn't work as well as it used to."

"Of course it wouldn't." Hermione said with a sigh. "You've built up an immunity. Harry, it's not good for you to be taking that much sleeping potion."

Harry frowned, looking down to the floor.

Madam Pomfrey put her hands on her hips. "Surely the nightmares can't be that often?"

Harry didn't meet her eyes. The healer sighed. "Next term, I'm cutting your dosage. You don't want to become dependent on sleeping draughts. Dreaming is a normal part of the sleep cycle. You must be able to process your dreams- it's your subconscious telling you-"

"I understand, Madam Pomfrey." Harry cut in, standing. "I won't take anymore." He gave a tight smile to Hermione. "I guess I will have some lunch after all." He'd lied. He didn't eat.

That night, Harry stared up at the ceiling of his dormitory. He'd been taking Dreamless sleep on and off since his first year- the first dose just after his run-in with Quirrelmort. Thinking about it, it was kind of alarming about how dependent he'd been on the stuff during his time at Hogwarts.

Maybe now that Voldemort wasn't around, maybe his dreams wouldn't be as bad. He frowned up at the ceiling. Then again, not all of his nightmares were about Voldemort. He turned over in his bed, and closed his eyes, and started to murmur potions ingredients in alphabetical order. That always helped him get to sleep.

He was on the M's when he finally dropped off, words slurring and falling silent for the night.

Harry woke up suddenly, bolting upright in his bed. He looked about, and it seemed to be just about three in the morning. He sighed. Better than he thought. Usually when he didn't take the potion, he would only get a couple of hours of sleep.

He laid back down, thinking about his dream. It was a strange one- he was back at Privet Drive, and Deatheaters were there, running alongside Dudley and his hooligans, playing a rousing game of 'Harry Chasing'.

However, instead of getting beat up when he got caught, he was shoved from bully to Deatheater, faster and faster until he got dizzy, like he was going to throw up.

He heard Ron out a particularly nasal snore, and he was brought out of his thoughts. He smiled. He was fine. No Death Eaters out to get him, no Durselys around to beat him up.

The last day of term arrived, and Hermione had been let out of the hospital wing in time for the Leaving Feast. She and Harry entered the Great Hall together, Harry helping her walk. She was still a bit sore from her curse, and couldn't move about very quickly. Ron waved to them cheerfully as they sat down.

Things were changing quickly since the battle at the Department of Mysteries. Fudge was being hounded by the press, and there were calls for his resignation. It didn't help that Lucius Malfoy had been one of his closest advisors, and now the man was in jail.

Harry wondered if their new Minister would be any better than the old one. He was privately rooting for Madam Bones, who seemed like a fair sort. She would be next in line to become Minister, but he'd read that others were looking to be nominated as well.

Harry glanced to the flags up above, and noticed the Slytherin insignias. No doubt a product of Umbridge and her Inquisitorial Squad. He had a feeling, though, that those colors might change. And by the cautious looks that some of the older Slytherins were giving the Gryffindors, they knew it too.

After the Feast, Harry and the others watched Dumbledore stand, eyes twinkling merrily. "Another year has come and gone, and what a year it has been!"

Some of the kids cheered at this, all beaming.

"Now, before we finish up here, I'd like to award a few last minute points."

The Slytherin table went silent suddenly, while the other three tables started murmuring. Ron beamed, and Harry felt a bit queasy for some reason.

"To Luna Lovegood, 60 points to Ravenclaw for being a good and loyal friend."

The blonde Ravenclaw only smiled slightly while the rest of her housemates gaped in shock, and while more than a few looked a bit guilty.

"To Ginny Weasley, 60 points to Gryffindor for defending her friends in a time of need."

Some of the Slytherins had gone stoned faced at this point, and Malfoy was gripping his knife in his hand with a white knuckled grip, looking pissed off. Things were just not going his way since his Dad had been outed as a Deatheater.

"To Neville Longbottom, 60 points to Gryffindor for standing strong in the face of danger." Neville was clapped on the shoulder by Dean, his mouth dropped open slightly in surprise. Professor Sprout clapped loudly at this one, Harry noticed- it wasn't a secret that Neville was her favorite.

Ron's chest puffed with pride, knowing what was coming next. "To Ron Weasley, 60 points to Gryffindor, for being a loyal and faithful friend." The cheering grew louder, and Harry noticed some of the staff's smiles grew fixed at this.

"To Hermione Granger, for her quick thinking and caution, even in the face of danger, I award her 60 points to Gryffindor!" McGonagall clapped at this, wiping a tear from her eye with her hanky.

"And to Harry Potter, for ending a war- a second time- 100 points!"

The roar in the Great hall made many of the staff wince, and Harry could only stare as everyone shot to their feet, chanting his name. Out of nowhere, someone pulled him up, and he was carried on- oh, Dean and Seamus' shoulders- wow, was he really that light?

He trembled, and shook his head, and clutched at their shoulders, feeling dizzy. "No…" He protested feebly, but everyone was too loud. They didn't hear him. "I don't…"

Hermione caught his eyes, and she looked a bit worriedly at him, her smile fading. She was the last thing he saw before he tipped over, and fell.

Oh noes! What's gonna happen next?

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