Chapter 1

Our story begins from an old house near the village of Little Hangleton, It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of the windows boarded, tiles missing from Its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over it's face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle house was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied.

From one of it's room, a man was sitting on a high stool chair, gazing through the happy crackling of the fire, his face hidden for it was hooded, he was wearing black robes, similar to the ones of his companion who was cowering by the corner.

"Wormtail…" a cold high-pitched voice came from the hooded figure.

"Y-yes my Lord…" said the man who was so-called Wormtail; his voice was trembling with fear.

"Have you prepared everything for my departure…?" the man asked.

'Yes my lord, all has been done…" the servant Wormtail bowed, his bald patch visible by the fire.

" And have you remember to milk Nagini every few hours while I'm gone…?"

"Yes my lord, I remember your words…" he trembled.

"Very well…" he hissed, a broad smile forming his thin lips. "We will meet again Harry Potter…" he whispered, " and this time…. I shall claim you mine…"

A loud cold high-pitched laugher filled the room, making the other man whimpered. A snake about twelve feet long was curled up from the battered carpet, hissing loudly for it seems that it has been disturbed by the man who it known as his own master.

Harry was sitting by the edge of the window frame of the Hogwarts express, deep in thoughts.

It was already their sixth year there in Hogwarts, and Hemione was appointed as the new Head girl.

Though, its seems to be a little bit disturbing, knowing the fact that the Dark Lord Voldemort was now on the loose, his death eaters roaming around the wizarding world.

It had been a while before he realized that his best friend, Ron Weasley, was speaking to him.

"Harry, Harry!" he said, his voicing rising every time he spoke.

"Hu—wha-?! W-What was that Ron?" asked Harry, coming out from his deep thoughts.

" Harry…" Ron sighed, " What's the matter? Your mind seems to be somewhere else. I already tried to speak to you for about twenty times!"

Then suddenly, Ron just sat there, frozen. He then adjust his head towards Harry, covering one corner from the side of his lips so only his friend could hear, "It isn't about… You-Know-Who is it?" he whispered, looking from side to side as thought someone might decide to eavesdrop.

"No! Of course not!" Harry said quickly, even though he knew he was telling a lie.

"Oh, that's good then, so is it about Sirius?" Ron asked, taking a sack of Bertie Bott's every flavored beans.

"No…" Harry said, looking back through the window as he observed that the sun was already beginning to drown through the mountains, creating a beautiful red appearance through the sky.

"Oh, so is that Malfoy bothering you again Harry? Just tell me and I'll be happy to hex that git for you!" Ron grimace.

"No! I-Its not about him!" Harry stammered.

Unknown to others, Harry had secretly grew fond for the fair Slytherin. He had turn into a lot of denials but he had ended up accepting it.

It was even strange when after the Triwizard tournament, Malfoy had began to ignore him, or even yet, avoid him. Not even a single Insult was thrown at him since fifth year, nor the usual sneer or his infamous smirk.

The only time where he could get him face-to-face was at a quidditch match, though he couldn't meet his eyes.

They were both Quidditch captains, and quite talented seekers.

Malfoy would just try to find the snitch, speaking only when he would instruct his team. And even when he had caught his eyes, he would quickly break the contact.

"So what is it then?" Said Ron, making him come back to reality.

"Oh, um…where's Hermione?" Harry asked suddenly, wanting to change the subject.

" Roaming around the train as though she's queen of the world," said Ron sarcastically, "Blimey, she kept wearing that Head girl badge ever since she received it! Its already making me think that I had Percy for a girlfriend! Ugh!" Ron said in disgust.

Harry had to laugh at this.

Ron and Hermione had turned officially into a couple after their fifth year.

It turns out that they had been secretly dating for about the whole previous year.

"Yuck! Troll flavor!" Ron said, throwing out a chewed every flavored bean from his mouth.

From the other side of the train, Malfoy sat there near the window edge of his compartment, the same as what Harry had been previously doing a while ago… deep in thoughts.

He was thinking of a certain green-eyed Gryffindor, the one thing he possibly couldn't have.

"Potter…" he murmured.

He wondered what it would feel like to kiss those lips, to savor his scent, to feel his body against his, to know what he tastes like…

But he knew it would only come true through his fantasies, his father forbid him into having any connections with the Boy Who Lived, and he expected him to be a powerful wizard, well known into the Dark arts so he would be able to take his place into serving the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Curse his father! Curse the Dark Lord!

He lifted his right hand, caressing his lower lip with his forefinger. He tried to imagine that it was Harry's finger that was caressing his lips.

He began to lick his fingers, trying to feel a sensation.

Then suddenly, the door to his compartment burst open, followed by a shrilled yell.

"DRACCY!" shouted the pugged face of Pansy Parkinson, the self proclaimed girlfriend of Draco Malfoy.

"Oh sh_t!" he said, not caring whether she heard it or not.

Without warning, Pansy had pounced on him, clinging her two skinny arms at his neck, making Malfoy choke.

"PANSY, GET OFF ME!" he shouted, turning into an incredible color of blue because of the lack of oxygen.

"Oh C'mon Draccy… I know you like it…" she said, obviously thinking that it was a seductive tone.

Malfoy, Having enough of it, took Pansy's arm firmly by the wrist, and pushed her off of him… hard.

"Just leave me alone will you!?" he shouted.

"But Draccy—"

"Just sod off!" he yelled, gripping Parkinson's arm more tightly that his knuckles began to turn into a color of creamy white.

"Ah—D-draco…y-your hurting me…" She whimpered, trying to get loose from his awfully tight grip.

He quickly let go of her arm, and then went back into staring through the window.

"What's wrong with you!" she muttered, nursing her right arm as she sat down next to him.

Malfoy just glared at her before preceded on ignoring her.

He heard her muttered to her breath, "men…" before beginning to once again fantasize his one and only Harry Potter.

It had been an hour later before they finally reached Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Everyone got off the train, flooding the station with a crowd of black robed students.

Even though there where numerous of students, Hagrid remained visible, judging by the fact that he was half-giant.

He was carrying a lamp for the sky had now turned to a pitch black.

Anxious and nervousness was drawn through the faces of the first years, quite understandable for Harry knew it would be their first time here at Hogwarts.

"Firs' years follow me!" bellowed Hagrid.

"Hi, Hagrid!" Yelled Harry, waving his hands frantically bellow the flood of students.

"All righ', Harry?" Hagrid replied as the first years started to surround him, " See ye' later at the feas' then!" he said before leading the new students through the lake.

Ron and Harry, now accompanied by Hermione, already headed towards the gate to get a carriage.

The ride towards the castle was just momentarily, though they had quite a pleasant conversation unto how to get Snape to wear a pink dress with a big red purse and a vulture hat even though they knew these plans where quite hopeless.

Reaching the castle, they entered the great hall.

It was still designed with its usual start-of-term feast, golden plates and goblets placed on every house tables, which were filled with chattering students. Hundreds of candles afloat to light the great hall, and the enchanted ceiling shows the night sky, sparkling stars scattered from its silken darkness.

They had already taken there sits at the Gryffindor table before the door burst open and in came Hagrid, followed suite by first year students who were trembling with nervousness.

They had all formed into one line before Professor Mc Gonagalle came into the great hall from one of the chambers, carrying a stool and what seems to be a ragged hat, which had been aged for years, the Sorting Hat.

Harry observed the lined up students in front of the great hall and stopped suddenly to look at the form of a young man who was standing at the back of the line. He looked a little bit too old to be a first year.

He looked about in the middle of the age of sixteen or seventeen.

He had the same jet-black hair as Harry's, though it was combed neatly, nothing compared to his messy one; and bright scarlet eyes that shines brightly when reflected through the lit candles.

He had a straight nose, a broad chest, a good posture, and quite good features.

To put it all, he was shockingly handsome, something all the girls would ever die for.

He looked somewhat familiar; making Harry remember when he was still on his second year… he looked awfully similar to Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Naah, it couldn't be, thought Harry.

Then, his eyes wondered through the Slytherin table, stopping to gaze at the blonde beauty.

Draco Malfoy was sitted between his two bodyguards Millicent Crabbe and Vincent Goyle.

He didn't seems to be speaking to them, something Harry had rarely seen.

He looks to be in a foul mood; maybe something bad had happened during the train ride, though Harry.

Before he knew it, Malfoy had turn around to his direction and suddenly; they were locked into each other's gazes. Silver-gray against Emerald-green, Emerald-green against silver-gray.

But then, Malfoy had broken the contact, turning to look at another direction.

"Damn…" he cursed under his breath.

"You alright, Harry?" Hermione asked, a look of concern visible from her face.

" Yeah… I'm fine…" he said.

It had been for about thirty seconds before he realized that the sorting ceremony was already over…well, so he thought.

The strange boy was still standing in front of the great hall, and the sorting hat has not yet been cleared.

Dumbledore had stood up from his sit from the staff table, and signaled the students for silence.

"Greetings for another school year here at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry…" he said, " and to all who are new here, starting your first day here to learn the knowledge of magic and mystical creatures…"

" Before we begin with our start-of term feast, let me introduce to you to a new student who would be joining us throughout the school year…"

He signaled the boy to come forward.

"Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Tom Sweyn.

TBC…

Is it great? Is it wonderful? Or does it suck? You could tell me by reviewing, tell me what I would need to have it improved. Sorry if it isn't to great or anything, this is just my first attempt to make a Harry Potter Fanfiction.