AN: I shouldn't be writing more stories, but i cant help myself. This is just an introduction to the story's enviroment :)
This story will be updated randomly ouo

Harry was sick of it all. He was sick of all the attention he got for telling the truth about Voldemort being back. He was sick of people looking at him with eyes full of pity. He was sick of being treated like a kid, when he had fought with Voldemort more times than any adult he knew. He was sick of being forced to go back to the Dursleys every fucking summer and being treated like dirt. He was sick of Dumbledore, trying to tell him what was supposed to be for the best and most of all he was sick of the ministry trying to make him out to someone he wasn't, all the while they tried to control his life.

Harry was even sick of his friends, who didn't seem faced by the fact that Dumbledore controlled their world. He was sick of them not asking the right questions. He was sick of mrs. Weasley trying to give him more food than he could eat. He was sick of being the golden boy, who supposedly should be fucking amazing. He wasn't amazing. He was just a regular boy for god sake. Oh, if they knew just how regular he was. He groaned and leaned back against the trunk of the tree, by the lake. He had thought he fancied Cho Chang last year, but over the summer, he had realized how wrong he had been. He had spent more time grieving Cedrics death than anything else, not because he fancied him either, but what had taken up the second biggest part of his mind, was the annoying Slytherin on the other side of the lake, who thought he was so fucking special. Harry would show him just how fucking annoying it was to truly be special.

Harry stood up. He could see Ron's red hair coming closer and he was in no state of mind to talk to his two best friends. Which was why he took the opposite way around the lake, walking towards Malfoy. Even if the Slytherin was a fucking idiot, Harry had realized that he weirdly enough liked that. He had had a lot of conversations with Hermione in his third year, about his obsession with Malfoy. And now these conversations had finally enlightened him. He fucking liked Malfoy. And that made him even angrier than the attention he got for being the golden boy. The stupid git was making his even more stupid friends laugh, all the while he made Harry suffer. Harry clenched his fists. Draco Malfoy. He had no idea what he had coming for him. The laughter stopped when Harry got close enough. "Trying to cheat with your studying already Potter?" Came Malfoys retort. Harry rolled his eyes. "If I wanted to cheat I'd get you in my bed Malfoy and make you do all my homework." Malfoy froze, while his too stupid to understand friends started chuckling, obvious expecting Malfoy to retort something even better. He never did. He snorted at Harry, before turning to the two gorillas at his side. "Crabbe, Goyle, we're out of here. Potter is truly as crazy as the paper says he is." Malfoy turned to strode off, but not even his gorillas saw Harry coming as he jumped on Malfoys back. "I don't think you truly think that Malfoy. You'd like me in your bed, wouldn't you?" Harry huffed. "Don't tell me youre gay." Malfoy swallowed and laughed almost forced. "o-of course I'm not gay Potter. Are you stupid?" Harry just laughed.

He had been stupid the past 5 years for ever thinking he was a true Gryffindor. His Slytherin had started streaming out of him, during the summer. He had placed tacks on the floor in front of his cousin's door, to make him suffer, like Harry had ever since he was a kid. He had spread rumors about just what Aunt petunia used to make her flowers bigger than the neighbors. That one had made his aunt go into a panic attack. He had chuckled to himself when he heard her and uncle Vernon discuss it later that day. 'did you hear what they say? They say I'm growing my plants with human feces. Vernon do something!' she had been so hysterical and Harry had enjoyed every single minute of her misfortune. His uncle still had his punishment coming, but it would be tearing him apart while Harry was at school. Harry's mood always lightened at the idea of what Vernon would do when he found out just what had happened to the glass with his pills. He was no longer stupid indeed. He was out to get revenge. He was in no way the golden boy everyone wanted him to be. He was done doing as he was told. He would claim what he wanted.

Malfoy squirmed underneath his weight and Crabbe and Goyle tried to pry him off from their leader. Harry had a tight grip on Malfoy and he had no intentions of letting the male go before he chose to. He leaned in and muttered in Malfoy's ear. "I know you're lying.. Draco." Harry let a breath out, watching the blonde male's hair stand up. Harry was glad to know he had been right. Draco was as into him and he was into Draco. He ghosted his lips over the shell of the Slytherins ear. "I'm done being the golden boy and you will see that soon enough." Then Harry stood up and looked down at Malfoy. "If you know what's good for you Malfoy. You'll meet me at the portrait of Sir Cadogan tonight at midnight. Alone." He put pressure on the last word, to imply the consequences if he wasn't alone. Then Harry walked off, he could see his friends was already close to the scene and he was even less tempted to talk to them now than before his collision with Malfoy.