A.N. Forgive me. ..I couldn't help it.

Disclaimer: YOSH

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Draco brushed his bandaged hands against his green spandex suit as he stood from where he had been pushed out of the compartment by some 6th year Slytherins.

"That was quite unyouthful!" he scolded loudly through the door. Behind him, his two training partners, Crabbe and Goyle, nodded in unison. "No matter!" he said, striding down the hall.

"YOSH!" he cried. "To the future friends I shall find!" he claimed, throwing open the door to the next compartment. Within, sat a red haired boy, 'A Weasley?' he thought, and a eerie resemblance in the boy next to him.

Bowl cut. Check.

Green spandex. Check.

Pseudo flack jacket. Check.

Good guy pose?

"CAN IT BE?!" Draco cried out. The boy in front of him stood, tears running down his face.

"MY YOUTHFUL STUDENT!" The boy cried out to him. Draco just barely saw the lightning bolt scar through his tearing eyes. 'Harry Potter?' he thought vaguely, before dismissing it.

"GAI-SENSEI!"

"LEE-KUN!"

"GAI-SENSEI!"

"LEE-KUN!"

They grabbed each other in a manly hug, while the poor red haired fellow and Crabbe and Goyle were presented with a strange magical illusion of a sunset with waves crashing on the beach.

Fin: (unless I feel like putting up more scenes, just because