Hey everyone!

Soooooooooo basically, I have decided to try out a story. It gets better. And the rating may have to go up for later chapters.

This is Harry/Draco stuff and other straight and other gay pairings. Just to warn you. If its not your thing, then don't read :P

Summary:

When Draco is dared to get Harry Potter to make out with him, he decides to accept simply because Malfoys didn't back out of dares. But what happens when he starts falling in love with him? HP/DM and other pairings.

Out of Their Closets…

Draco

"This is getting boring now," I sighed, beginning to stand up and leave my circle of friends as they sat on the carpeted floor.

"Draco, just because you never do your dares, doesn't mean its boring." Pansy remarked with a smirk, thinking this would get me to rejoin the game and prove her wrong.

"Because your dares are pathetically sad and not worth the effort." I told her, sending a sarcastic smile in her direction, before stalking off to my suitcase and rummaging around as I looked for something edible.

"He's right, let's make them a bit more interesting." Blaise announced, standing up and stretching his legs. I grinned as I spotted a box of every flavor beans and began to eat them, sitting on my bed.

"What do you suggest?" Theodore Nott asked curiously, continuing to sit on the floor with Pansy. I watched Blaise think for a moment, a grin suddenly forming on his face.

"I dare you to make someone fall in love with you." Blaise replied to him, grinning mischievously now. Nott let out a snort of laughter. I paused as a dare very slowly created itself in my head.

"I dare you to get Luna Lovegood to make out with you." I said quietly, not beginning to grin as I thought through this idea. Theodore clutched his stomach as he began to roll around on the floor laughing.

"Looney Luna? That's a good one Draco!" He laughed, shaking his head and wiping a tear of laughter away.

"Good God, I don't think I've laughed that much since that one time Granger screwed up in Potions." He sighed with content. I raised an eyebrow at him as I popped another bean into my mouth.

"I'm being serious Theo, do you think you're up for the challenge?" I queried, grinning down at him as I watched his grinning expression turn into one of complete shock.

"Only if Blaise has to try and get Finnigan to make out with him." Nott suddenly replied. Blaise let out a snort of disgust.

"The Irish Gryffindor? That Finnigan?" He queried with a repulsed expression. Theodore nodded and Blaise looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Only if Pansy has to try and make out with that Gryffindor Dean Thomas." He said slowly, turning to look at the girl who sat cross-legged on the floor.

"Never in my entire life would I ever snog that…Wait…" She began to scoff, before suddenly stopping as she turned her head to look at me. I stopped chewing the cherry custard bean which was currently in my mouth as a slow, menacing grin began to spread wide across her pretty face.

"Alright. I'll do it. If…" At this Pansy uncrossed her legs and stood up with her hands on her slim hips and continued to smirk at me.

"Draco gets Harry Potter to make out with him too."

My mouth gaped open as I stared at her, the Bertie Bott's every flavor bean now forgotten in my mouth.

"What?" I exclaimed, where in Merlin's name had she come up with such a dare?

"You heard me." She smirked, sitting back down on the floor and beginning to twist her hair in her fingers as she watched me carefully. I continued to stare at her, completely speechless.

"But Draco isn't…Is Draco…You're not…gay, are you?" Nott stammered with the same shocked expression as before. I turned to look at him before turning back to Pansy and sending her a cold, hard glare. When you told someone a secret and swore to Salazar Slytherin that if they ever told someone else you would hex them to oblivion, you expected them to keep quiet about it. But no, not Miss Bloody Parkinson. Pansy smiled uncomfortably and giggled nervously, beginning to clear her throat as she tried to ignore my furious stare.

"I knew you were." Blaise smirked at me, moving to the bed next to mine and sitting down on it.

"Jesus…" Theodore swore under his breath in amazement. I let out a frustrated groan and lay back on my bed, swallowing the bean which now tasted like wood and putting an arm across my eyes.

"So is Blaise." I reminded them; sitting back up and running a hand through my hair out of habit to make sure that it wasn't messed up at the back.

"Are we all going to do our dares then?" Pansy questioned, turning back to the original subject. I turned to look at her as she eyed me nervously.

"I'm in." Blaise nodded. After a quick yes from Theodore, all eyes suddenly turned questioningly in direction. I paused to think about this. Potter…He hated me, and the feeling was mutual…He would surely see through me suddenly acting nice towards him and know that something was wrong. But if I was subtle…would it work? And what is it did and I succeeded? What if I actually had to make out him? Eurgh, even the thought of kissing the Hogwarts saint repulsed me. But Malfoys never backed down from a dare…Fuck.

"I'm in."

Harry

"How long have you known?" Ron asked me quietly as he sat on his bed with his head in his hands.

"For about a year, but I was only really sure over the summer." I replied, wanting nothing more than to turn my wand on myself and end this incredibly uncomfortable conversation.

"And you're only telling me this now?" He cried, looking up from his hands from his hands and gawping at me like some sort of idiot. I couldn't blame him, it wasn't every day you found out that you're best friend was…umm…batting for the other team. I let out a sigh and stopped pacing, before dropping myself onto my bed and lying down to stare up at the ceiling. This was not going well. Ever since I had told Hermione about it on the train she had been trying to get me to tell Ron and, now that I finally had, I wished I had kept my big mouth closed. Ron tried to clear his throat, a sure sign that he is uncomfortable, and lay back on his bed, mirroring my actions.

"Does 'Mione know?" He asked slowly, as if he didn't know what else to say. I bit my lip.

"Yes…but not for very long." Only a month and a half, I added to myself inside my head. At least I hadn't completely lied, half the truth was better than a full lie…How very wrong I was.

"What?! You told her before me? I'm your best friend, Harry! I tell you everything and you don't even tell me that you're…different?" I snorted at his choice of words.

"Different? I'm not different, Ron, I'm gay!" I shouted at him. For Merlin's sake, it wasn't like I was the only gay wizard in the whole of Hogwarts! Seamus had turned out 'different' last year, too! Although, that had sort of been expected, seeing as we all noticed him eyeing up Zachariah Smith from Hufflepuff every chance he got. I turned my back and glanced at Ron, who was still staring up at the ceiling in thoughtful silence.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you first mate." I mumbled, not being able to think of anything else to say. Ron turned his head to meet my gaze, a small and slightly sad smile on his face.

"You always did act a bit gay… I guess I should have seen it coming," He grinned, showing that this was him trying to make a joke. I chuckled and sat up, throwing a pillow at him.

"You're hilarious." I told him, grinning as he threw the pillow back at me.

"So…we're alright?" I asked him nervously, looking at the pillow I had caught in my hands.

"Yeah mate, we're alright. But next time? When you have some big secret? Tell me first." He smiled, getting up and patting my shoulder. I nodded before hitting him in the stomach with the pillow. Now all I had to do was tell Seamus and Dean…

Hermione

I watched as the two boys came down the stairs, laughing and smiling together. I let out a quiet sigh of relief as I set my book down and waited for them to come and sit on the couches.

"Alright Hermione?" Harry queried with a grin, sending a wink in my direction.

"Yes, I'm fine. What have you been up to?" I smiled back as Ron sat next to me nd Harry on the other side of him. My throat caught as Ron's knee accidentally brushed mine. I slowly began to realize that he wasn't moving away and I hoped to God he couldn't hear the thudding in my chest right now.

"Just talking, you know." Harry replied matter-of-factly, completely oblivious to the fact I was blushing wildly. As a noise on the other side of the room caught Harry's attention, I glanced quickly at Ron. I paused as our eyes met and blue eyes glazed over in…no, don't be stupid Hermione! Ron wasn't lusting after me! Even the thought of it was just…ridiculous! I looked away from his intense gaze and stood up, I had to get away from this if I didn't want my cheeks to melt from the heat.

"I need to…to…go get something." I told them, avoiding Ron as I half-walked-half-ran to the staircase, before shutting the door behind me. I clutched my chest as my heart raced madly and the urge to collapse began to creep up on me. It was only now that I realized I had been holding my breath for most of the time Ron had been looking at me. I took three large, deep breaths and used my hands to fan my face to try and get rid of the blush in my cheeks.

This was awful. Pure awful. All summer I had tried to get over these feelings I had for one of my best friends. And just because his knee accidentally touches mine and he doesn't notice, they suddenly come rushing back? This is so unfair! Why was there not a single book in the library which explained this…this…thing that was happening inside of me? I let out a frustrated sigh before heading up to the stairs to fetch my books for Potions.

Just what I needed first thing in the morning. A pissed off Potions professor who hated my guts.

Great.

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