AU: thank you ppls so much for reading my fic! You rock and cyber cookies to all of you! I just want to say that im looking for a beta cause i have a bunch more fics to post and, yeah. my grammar sucks, basically. i typically write romance slash but i dont get to graphic. i swear a lot to so if that bothers you, SORRY. :(

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I Never Hated You for Long

"-he could never love me, I know it. He doesn't trust me at all and he thinks that I work for Voldemort." Harry paused outside Moaning Myrtle's bathroom at the sound of sobs coming from it.

"There, there, you know that that's just because of you father's reputation and I doubt the way that you treat him make's him trust you anymore than he already does. I'm sure that if you showed him the real you he would love you." Harry's eyes widened in shock, Myrtle, being comforting? She sounded almost motherly and sweet, a far cry from her usual demeanor.

"No, there isn't anyway for him to love me, he's straight and I'm gay. And he has that stupid slut Weasley for a girlfriend! Anyway he hates me, and he's hated me for seven years Myrtle!"

"Not exactly." At this point Harry could no longer just sit by and listen these tearful confessions.

"Potter?!" Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy name and estate, sat curled up on the floor with Myrtle holding one of her arms awkwardly around him. "How log have you been listening?"

"Long enough to know that you love me." Harry replied softly.

"Oh yeah? Did I ever say that I loved you? Oh wait, I must have 'cause you always know when someone's talking about you so that you can stop and preen." Draco sneered, trying to mask is tears with barbs and sarcasm.

"No, I always hear when people are talking about me because the quicker I know the more time I have to hide. But, I'm sorry. I was listening and it sounded like you were describing me, so I'm sorry Draco." With that Harry turned to leave but Draco's incredulous voice stopped him.

"What did you call me?" He asked with eyes wide from surprise. Harry played his words back through his head and blushed a deep crimson when he realized that he had just called him Draco.

"I-uh-well, you see, that's what I call you in my head when I'm thinking about you and I guess that it just kind of slipped out. Sorry." Harry turned and started to shuffle out of the bathroom, cheeks burning when a soft hand on his shoulder stopped him and caused him to turn.

"Did you really mean it when you said that you didn't hate me?" Draco stared up at Harry, searching his eyes for any trace of deceit.

"Yes Draco. I only hated you for half of first year because you were so rude to my first wizard friends but the rest of the time I just wanted to be friends with you but didn't know how. It wasn't until sixth year before I left school that I realized that I had fancied you. I never really hated you for long." With that said Harry leaned up and placed a tentative kiss on Draco's lips which slowly deepened as Draco slid his arms behind Harry's back, pulling him flush up against him. Myrtle, who the boy's had long forgotten was still there, gave a fangirl-ish squee and dove back into the U-bend, drenching both boys. They pulled apart and Draco rested his forehead against Harry's and murmured, "I never hated you for long either."