Disclaimer: I don't own anything except this laptop on with I am typing. If Harry Potter were mine, things would have been a lot different.
Okay guys, This is take two of this story. It is longer, more detailed, and hopefully better. So on with the remake!
Harry had been dating Amelia McCauley for about a year now. She had platinum blonde hair, beautiful sterling grey eyes, a thin nose, and a beautiful smile. He had met her at a muggle pub in London, and surprisingly, when he had taken her home that night and she had seen the jar of floo powder by the fire place, he had discovered she was a wizard as well. She had gone to Hogwarts with him, but had been in Slytherin, and he admitted that he hadn't known all the Slytherins, even if they were in his year. It had become a good friendship, soon progressing into more, though they hadn't done much physically besides some groping and a few blow jobs, she hadn't wanted him to touch her too much.
Harry had always wondered why that was. She had assured him numerous times that it wasn't because she didn't find him attractive, she just wasn't ready. He still had his doubts, but he respected her wishes. He figured that maybe she just had wanted to wait until she got married, or maybe something had happened in her last relationship that she was afraid would happen again. He didn't know, she never said, and he vowed never to push her into anything she wasn't ready for.
Harry knew that, after spending a year with her, he would never want anyone else. He loved her wholeheartedly, and he knew she returned his feelings. Tonight was the anniversary of their meeting, and Harry planned to propose to her. Some may think that it was too soon, but he knew that she was his one and only. No matter what, she always would be.
What he didn't know, was that she had been keeping a secret, one that might just tear them apart forever.
That night, Harry had cooked Amelia a special dinner, and now they were sitting cuddled on the sofa, her back to his chest, in front of his fire place.
"Amelia?"
"Yes, love?"
Instead of saying anything, he left his spot on the couch, got down on one knee in front of her, and pulled out a small box from his pocket.
He opened the box, and inside was a silver banded ring, with a row of small diamonds on either side of a larger one. "I know it has only been a year, but I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, in any way that I can. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
She looked at Harry, back at the ring, and then at Harry again, before saying, "Harry, there is something that I need to tell you first. Because when I do, you might not want this anymore."
Harry would have been lying had he said that that didn't hurt, but he agreed. There was nothing she could say that would make him not want to marry her.
"Harry, I've been lying to you. Back in school, I had always loved you, but you never would have looked at me that way. One, because you hated me, and two, because I….am a man."
Harry, for a minute, thought she was kidding. Or that he heard that wrong. But, as he stared at the face he loved so much, he knew she, well he, wasn't.
"Who are you?" he whispered. Anger was boiling just below the surface, but he would get his answers before he did anything stupid.
When he didn't get a response, he looked up at her, him, and into….his eyes. And right there in front of him, he watched Amelia, a glamour he realized, turn into none other than Draco Malfoy.
Harry stared, not wanting to believe the woman he fell in love with had been Malfoy all along.
"Why? So you could back to your friends and laugh at my expense? Why would you do this to me?" he demanded.
"No, Harry, not that at all. I told you, I've been in love with you since I was 13, but there was Cho Chang and Ginny. I knew I would never have a chance. I did this in hopes that you would fall in love with me. Because, Harry, my gender is the only thing I lied to you about. Everything else was the truth. Please, you have to believe me, love." His voice had taken on a desperate edge and tears were threatening to fall as he reached out for Harry's hand.
"Don't touch me." Harry stood up from his position on the couch; ignoring Draco's pained expression, and walked towards the fireplace. He couldn't believe this entire time, he had been lied to. He needed time to think. And he sure as hell couldn't do that with Draco here.
"Get out."
"What? Harry, please you have to believe me, I lo-"
"Don't say it, Draco. Please, just leave. I need time to think and I can't do it with you here. Leave."
"Okay. But Harry please think about this. Think about the good times we've spent together. Think of how good it could be. I know it might take a while until you trust me again, but remember that I love you."
With that being said, Harry heard a soft shuffle of feet, and the door open and close, leaving him to his own thoughts.
Harry didn't know what to think. He had woken up this morning, and everything had been perfect. Finally, he had been happy. Now, he was going to go to sleep, confused, pissed off, and betrayed.
Harry woke up the next morning, after a horribly restless sleep with no answers what so ever. He wasn't mad anymore; he really didn't know what to feel. How should one feel when they discover the one they are in love with is really a man? No, not just a man, but one that he had hated back in school. This was all so damn frustrating, he was sure he would be bald soon from pulling on his hair so much.
With a sigh, he got up, used the bathroom, and went downstairs to make his morning coffee. He didn't have much to do today, except stew over his thoughts, seeing as it was a Saturday. Ron and Hermione were busy with their 6 month old boy, Jaden, of that he was sure. Ginny was probably elbow deep in her and Dean's wedding plans. Neville and Luna were visiting her father in the hospital, he was sure to pass soon.
So the only thing left to do was what he wanted a break from. He didn't want to think about last night, or anything revolving around it. He knew he would have to eventually, but what good was it when he was getting him nowhere and fast?
He sat at the kitchen table, looking out the window, coffee in hand, pondering his options. He could let go of all of this, tell Draco that he never wanted to see him again, and go on with his life like it never happened. He could try a relationship with him, get to know him again, as a man, and see where things went. Or, he could simply tell him that they could stay friends, but nothing more than that. Somehow, though, he didn't think he could keep Draco if he wanted just to stay friends.
And why the hell did it matter if Draco didn't stay? Why did he want to keep him all of a sudden?
'Because you love him.'
Great, his heart was deciding to be helpful. Well it wasn't working. He didn't love Draco. He loved the woman Draco had portrayed to be, now that he knew Amelia had never been who he thought it was, he wanted nothing to do with him.
If that was true, then why did it feel so wrong, even when he was just thinking it? Why did he want to tell Draco that he wanted to try again, with the real person this time?
Lovely, now he was fucking confused again. He felt as if his head and his heart were waging a war, and he didn't know which side to pick. The rational side of him, his head, was telling him that he had been betrayed, and betrayal wasn't something easily forgiven. His irrational side, his heart, however, was telling him he was a Gryffindor, he was supposed to forgive easily, to love truly, and what the hell, you loved him yesterday, when he was a woman, and now that he's a man, it changed?
But that wasn't it, he didn't care that Draco was man, not really. He might not have pictured himself with a man in the past, but he was not adverse to the idea. It was more so the fact that, one, it was Draco Malfoy, his number one tormentor in Hogwarts, after Voldemort of course. And two, for a year, he had believed that he was with a woman, been lied to for all that time. Was everything he had been told a lie? Harry could see the similarity in some of the things he had said, his parents being one, but what about everything else? All the fears, hopes, dreams, they had shared? Harry didn't know the answers to the questions he was creating for himself, so he switched to a new line of thinking.
What if he did give this a shot? He let his mind drift to what could happen. They would go on dates, get to know one another, their likes and dislikes, subtle details one wouldn't notice unless they were looking. Meet each other's friends, spend nights together just sitting, reading a book, or telling the other about their days. He thought farther along the line. They would sleep together, though Harry had never been with a man, he knew enough, bringing each other to the highest peaks of ecstasy, and the only sounds to be heard in the room would be their pants, moans, and screams.
Though Harry had never thought about it before, he could so easily imagine Draco, sweating, breathless, and beautiful below him writhing in pleasure. His cock liked that thought to; it appeared, as he could feel it stirring in his sleep pants. He shook his head to clear his mind; he had more important things to think about. He pushed even farther into what he thought to be the future, to maybe their wedding day. Ginny and Hermione would want to plan it, he was sure, maybe even Pansy if that was what Draco wanted. He could see them walking down the aisle together, hand in hand; it was a different type of wedding after all. It would, of course, be a bonding ceremony as well as a wedding. They would share their first dance in front of all their friends, and during the party, sneak away to be alone. Their lives together were unfolding before his eyes, their children, birthdays, making love, all of it.
The more Harry thought about these things, the more he wanted them. He could hardly even think of why he had sent Draco away in the first place.
Harry, for once in his life, was considering telling his head to shut the fuck up, and follow his heart. He suddenly remembered what he had thought just before Draco had told him the truth, that no matter what, he would still marry him. He may have thought him to be a woman at the time, but why would the sentiment be any different for a man? For Draco?
He didn't care if it was insane, he didn't care what the outside world thought, and he didn't really even care what his friends thought. He had made his decision.