Incurably Criminal

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"You eat lunch here, and sleep there."

The guard pointed to a cafeteria and then walked Draco down another hallway to the dorm area. The dorms were small, not at all what Draco was used to, but after being expelled from his sixth school in two years, he'd been forced into this hell-hole.

In his room there were two beds and a door that led to the bathroom. The rooms were furnished sparsely. There was a plain bed and a bedside table along with a dresser. The other bed in the room was messy; obviously his roommate was already there.

Draco sneered at the guard as he showed him around. He was going to get his parents for this. If they hadn't been so wrapped up in their own business, they might've noticed how he was screaming for attention. The fire in the Chem. lab, Mr. Johnson's car at the bottom of the lake, all the computers crashing, inexplicably, on the same day, and when he got caught fucking the principal's son on his desk during school hours.

But they had not noticed, they had just paid off the right people and he had moved to a different school to start all over. This time though, it had been unavoidable. He'd "accidentally" filled the principal’s brand new Beamer with cement. He'd been furious and convinced Draco's parents to send him to St. Brutus' Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys.

The guard left Draco alone to unpack. He stared around, disgusted at the living conditions. Things were clean enough, but he had always been an immaculate boy. He looked at his roommate's side. There were posters of Soccer teams but no personal pictures of people or friends.

Draco turned to his own side and tried to make it less barren. He changed out the sheets for his green silk ones. On his table he put a picture of his parents. The glass was broken from the time Draco had chucked it out the window in frustration when they'd been "unable" to make it for Christmas. He scowled at the smiling people in the picture.

'Thank God this is my last year in school,' Draco thought. He was seventeen and, therefore, would be legally free next year. He didn't have to work since his family was one of the richest in England, aside from his best friend Blaise Zabini's family.

Blaise had laughed hysterically when he'd found out where Draco would be going to school. Draco had smacked him. He disliked having to change schools so often, though with all the things that he'd done, he was surprised he hadn't been kicked out of more.

Draco finished unpacking and lay down on his bed, wishing he were anywhere else.

After about twenty minutes, the door to the room opened and someone came in. Draco lifted his head slightly to look at the new arrival. What he saw made him instantly hard. The boy was about six feet tall, and had very dark, black hair. It was shaggy and fell in his face when he looked down. The boy slipped off his shoes near the door and turned around.

Draco saw his body first. The boy was wearing a white wife-beater through which his clearly defined muscles could be seen. He was wearing black, slack-type pants. They hugged his ass perfectly. Draco's eyes traveled up Harry's body to rest on his face. He had the most beautiful emerald green eyes Draco had ever seen. He realized he was staring and quickly stopped.

The boy stopped suddenly as he realized Draco was there. He visibly scanned Draco, his eyes taking in the silver eyes specked with blue, the well muscled body, and creamy, pale skin.

'A rich one,' he thought.

Draco sat up and straightened his button down shirt. The boy smirked at him and moved over to his bed. He stripped off his shirt and Draco could only stare. The boy’s body was incredibly tan and toned. The boy pulled on a black t-shirt and turned to face Draco.

The boy smiled easily and Draco got up off his bed. He extended a hand.

"Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy," he said politely. The boy nodded but didn't take his hand. Draco's eyes narrowed. "And you are?" he asked, beginning to get annoyed.

"Harry Potter," the boy said, still smiling at him, although now it was more of a smirk. "You new?"

"No duh," Draco was starting to not like this kid. Harry was still smirking.

"What are you in for?" he asked.

"This isn't prison," Draco sneered. Harry shrugged and Draco had no choice but to answer. "Fine, I've done lots of things, but what got me in here was a tiny prank involving the principal’s car and a ton of cement." Harry almost looked impressed, but not quite. "What about you?" Draco asked snidely.

"I live with my Aunt and Uncle and I didn't like them very much, so I set fire to their bedroom."

Draco raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You're an arsonist?"

"No, I'm a pyromaniac, get it right. I like fire."

Draco scoffed. He was going to have to room with a head case for the rest of the year. Harry walked over to his dresser and leaned over it, giving Draco a perfect view of his ass. A hot head case, he told himself. He forced himself to look away.

"So what do we do here?" he drawled, bored already.

"Basically, we fuck with the teachers minds and play pranks on the guards," Harry replied, not looking at him. He was still digging for something in the drawer.

"So there's no learning?" Draco asked skeptically. Harry stood up straight and looked at him, his eyebrows raised.

"Well, there are things to learn, they're just not all done in the classroom," he said suggestively. He smirked in an evil fashion and turned to the mirror over his dresser. Draco was nonplussed. God, this year was going to be horrible.

There was a knock at the door but whoever it was didn't wait for an answer. The door swung open to reveal a red-haired boy. This boy was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt bearing the logo "The Clash". Harry looked over as the boy came in.

"I'm almost ready, Ron," Harry said. Ron came in and waited for Harry. His eyes fell on Draco.

"Who're you?" he asked.

Draco sneered. "I think the better question is who are you?"

Ron let out a derisive laugh. "I'm Ron Weasley, if it so pleases your highness."

"Well, Weasel, it's none of your business who I am. I suggest you leave before kick your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a year."

Ron raised his eyebrows. "My, my, vicious aren't we," he said sarcastically and scowled at Draco. "Are you ready yet?" he asked Harry, annoyed. Harry nodded and the two of them left the room without so much as a backward glance. Draco glared after them, he hated this school already.

Ron looked at Harry as they walked out the front door of the dorm and down the graveled path that led out to the street beyond.

"What is with that kid?" Ron asked in disgust. Harry shook his head and peered around the corner of the building, checking for guards. None were visible, so they snuck out the front gate and into town.

"He's probably a snotty little rich kid whose daddy couldn't buy his way out of the situation," Harry replied once they were safely across the street.

"At least we deserve to be here," Ron said and Harry laughed. "You gonna fuck him?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged. "Maybe, I don't know yet."

"He's hot."

"And a stuck-up princess," Harry added.

"There's that too," Ron amended. They had reached their destination, Club Rox, a dance club in the middle of town. They were let in right away and Harry led the way to the usual table. The rest of the guys were already there. Ron and Harry sat down next to Seamus and Dean. They had already ordered them drinks.

"Harry's got a new roommate," Ron announced. Seamus and Dean looked up.

"Is he hot?" Seamus asked.

"What's his name?" Dean asked.

"His name's Draco Malfoy, and yes, he is hot," Harry replied while sipping his drink.

"Malfoy?" Dean asked, "As in the richest family in England Malfoy?" Harry shrugged. "They own all the jewelry stores in Europe, and I heard their son has been expelled from six schools in two years," Dean said impressively.

"Ooh, a bad boy, my favorite," Seamus said. Ron laughed at him.

"Which is why you hang out with us, even though you don't go to our school," Ron said. Seamus smiled and shrugged.

"You gonna fuck him, Harry?" Seamus asked. Harry rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Maybe," he said. Draco was hot, but he didn't know if he quite liked him or not. He was a trust fund baby and Harry had grown up with nothing, his parents having died when he was very young. He'd have to see what happened in the future before making any decisions.


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A/N/: review for more!! Update 7/27/06- this fic has now been semi-rewritten and heavily editted. Hopefully it's better now! :) I still appreciate your reviews!