Disclaimer- I don't own anything that has anything to do with Harry Potter. This might sound crazy, but I write this crap for my own enjoyment.
A/N- this is a story completely separate to the other one I'm working on. I just kind of hit writer's block with the last one, and decided I needed to write something fresh to get the creative juices flowing. This is an H/HR and R/D fanfic, so if you have a problem with either pairing, I suggest you don't read this.
Harry looked across the Gryffindor common room. He spotted his best friends, Ron and Hermione, sitting on a comfortable scarlet sofa in front of the blazing fireplace. They were whispering to each other, and laughing about only God knows what. For a split second, Harry Potter's bright green eye burned an emotion that was once a rare sight to see within the eyes of the Hogwarts Golden Boy, but was becoming more and more commonplace. That emotion that burned so fiercely in his eyes was jealousy.
However hard it was for Harry to accept, he was now able to admit that he was, in fact, jealous of his best mate, Ron Weasley. It was ironic in a sense, considering the fact that Ron had always been the jealous one in the trio. In fact, Ron had been jealous of Harry since the start of their friendship. He, Harry Potter, supposedly had it all. He was famous, rich, and could have anything in the wizarding world that his heart desired…well, not everything. The one thing he wanted most in the world was sitting right next to his best friend. What he needed in most in the world was love, and he had only been able to fill his void with his other best friend, Hermione Granger.
He did not know when it had happened. One moment, he was looking at Hermione with friendly eyes, but the friendly glances had all of a sudden turned into lust-filled stares. Slowly, but surely, Harry began to see that he not only lusted after his best friend, he loved her. Of course, he had not denied himself the luxury of other women, but Hermione was the only one that remained constant in his life. He knew that, if by chance, his heart were broken, or he grew tired of one of his many, many lovers, Hermione was there to fill the void. Though she did not comfort him in a sexual sense, he found more pleasure in one conversation with Hermione than he did with one full night of passion with Cho Chang, and believe me when I say he had many of both.
They're trying to hide it from me, Harry thought bitterly.
They think I don't know about them. Harry could feel the spite and resentfulness begin to rise as he glanced over at the "couple" again.
They had tried to keep is a secret from Harry, but to him, it was all to plain to see. If was evident in the way they behaved when they were together. He had never seen Ron so happy. It also didn't help that they seemed to flirt nonstop. Harry just knew they were together.
Hell, Harry mused, they're probably…he stopped mid-thought.
Never before had he thought about the sexual implications of a relationship, and, quite frankly, these thoughts disturbed him. He knew Hermione was a virgin. She had to be a virgin. He suddenly clenched his fist as unbidden thought s of his best friends making love entered his mind. He thought bitterly of all the dreams he himself had of he and Hermione, bodies intertwined in passion, the passion made more intense knowing that he was the only man who had every known her, knowing that she belonged to him, but these were just fantasies. He knew, or at least hoped that Hermione and Ron had not gone that far…
And Ron better hope for his sake that they haven't or I might have to…"Harry!" he heard a voice yell, as he was all of sudden awakened from his trance-like state.
"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron asked in mock annoyance, but Harry knew that under it all there was genuine concern there.
"I'm fine," Harry responded distantly. He looked from Ron's face to Hermione's and noted that both looked skeptical. "Really, I'm fine," he tried to reassure his friends.
"Well, it's time for dinner. I guess we should get going," Hermione said as she put on her cloak. Harry failed horribly in his effort not to stare at her curves. Only Ron noticed as Harry stared so openly as Hermione.
"Shall we leave then," Ron said, bringing Harry back to reality.
"Let's go," Hermione said, and they walked down to the Great Hall together.
Draco lay in his bed, trying to convince his body to move. He, of course, was used to this daily battle of mind over matter, for it happened everyday. It was a struggle to convince him to way every morning for he was slowly, but surely, dying on the inside. What was the point of getting up every morning if all the day had to offer was disappointment?
Draco scolded himself for his momentary lapse of judgment. No Malfoy should ever be slave to their emotions. His father had told him that. In Fact, his father told him many things, all of which he believed whole-heartedly…that is until he came to Hogwarts. As the years progressed, most of the beliefs of his father became just that, beliefs of his father. Draco no longer believed in what his father said. He had believed his father when he told him that mudbloods were beings lower than him. He, Draco Malfoy was better than all mudbloods put together. Why, then, was Hermione Granger one of the best witches in the wizarding world? Lucius had told him that Harry Potter was nothing in comparison to their "master" Voldemort. Why, then, did Harry Potter always manage to elude their illustrious master? Lucius told him that the Weasleys were nothing more than poor muggle-loving, poor excuses for withes and wizards. Why, then, was Ron Weasley so bloody amazing?
Don't start thinking of him again, Draco told himself as he dragged himself out of bed. Thank goodness it was the weekend, otherwise, he would have missed all of first period lolling around in bed.
Ron was a very touchy subject to the Slytherin, and another reason to add to the already long list of reasons why he doubted is father. Lucius had told Draco that being gay was wrong, and he'd believed it. He even went so far as to make fun of those who were gay. Hell, he even made jokes about the nature of Potter and Ron's relationship, but that's when the feelings had started.
Draco could not, for all the gold in the world, tell anyone why he started to feel something for the redheaded Gryffindor. Maybe it was the passion that Ron possessed. Maybe it was his kind nature that came out whenever the blonde was not around, though he was around far more often than Ron knew. Maybe it was the way he looked in his quidditch robes that got the Slytherin all hot and bothered. Draco didn't know what it was, but the Gryffindor just made him feel.
Now Draco, being the ever practical person he was, was not so naïve to think that what he was feeling for Ron was love, but he certainly was nothing, if not honest with himself. He knew that the feelings he had for Ron were not of the friendly nature. It was pure lust. Lust plain and simple, but it was far more complicated than that. This new lust he felt toward Ron caused Draco to question himself, and he hated being unsure of himself. His confidence had certainly taken a nosedive when he finally came to terms with how unhappy he really was, but to add the stress of trying to attract a lover…a boy no less?
Am I trying to get him? Draco questioned himself. Everyone as the Slytherin house table noticed that Draco had been coming to breakfast later and later than his usual 8:00 sharp. They had all asked why, but Draco merely replied that he'd "overslept." In reality, he spent hours in front of the mirror, pointing out every flaw, and trying to find a way to fix them.
Of course, Draco's relationship with a certain Weasley had not changed in the least. If anything, their bickering had reached new levels of nastiness and anger.
It's really hard to hate someone and want to shag them silly at the same time.
No, Draco certainly wasn't in love, but that didn't mean he wasn't in over his head.
What if Father finds out about this? Father will not be happy to know I'm attracted to other boys, no less a Weasley.
Draco felt himself tense. He had never really thought about the repercussions his "self discovery" might have in reference to his father. Draco was no stranger to abuse. As the years went on, the abuse steadily got worse as Draco's defiance became more apparent. His father before had beaten him, and it was an experience that he did not want to go through any time soon.
A/N- that's it for now. I will come back with Hermione and Ron's POV soon, probably tomorrow as it is the last day of school and I will be free to write to my heart's content. Ahhh, free at last free at last. Thank God almighty I'm free at last.