I've just been reading HP fanfiction, and decided to give it a try. I"ve written several Yu Yu Hakusho ones, not all are posted. This idea just came to me out of no where. I don't think one's been done like this before. I've read several sort of like it, but I think this is really original.. Anyway here goes nothing!

Key:

"talking"

thoughts

Denial

Chapter 1: Confessions

Siiver-blue eyes stared into the night through a mansion window. The Day was coming. He could feel it. He had known the day would come, but this seemed too soon. Knowing what that day would bring made the anticipation worce.

A Hand ran through platinum blonde locks with a sigh. What was he supposed to do? He knew what was expected of him, but it didn't seem right to do something he didn't want to. Although nothing seemed right anymore.

All he had ever known was twisted logic, fed into his brain by his father. His father had just resently escaped prison. He hadn't been there long at all. Upon his father's return the hints had started. Suddley at first, then gradually growing.

He didn't want the mark. He loathed it and everything it stood for. He couldn't kill, he didn't have have the heart to. Even if he was a concieted, git most of the time. Almost seven. His father would be in soon to wake him up, and talk of such things. When his father had said they needed to talk, he had known it would be tonight.

He had no choice, but to tell him and suffer the consequences it presented. "Draco," came a stern voice from the door. "Yes father?" he asked knowing full well what was coming. "It is time. The dark lord has requested for you to come, and accept the mark." "Father," "I know, I know it seems fast, but have faith in his judgement. He hasn't lead me wrong yet," Lucius stated cutting his son off.

"Oh, and going to prison isn't the wrong way?" Draco asked sarcastically. "It was a small price to pay for what is to come," Lucius replied. "What is to come then? A world of pain and hatred?" "Draco, calm yourself. We are getting off topic. LIke I said before it's tonight, so prepare yourself." "There will be no need for preparing," Draco stated coldly.

Lucius smirked at the comment, "Just like a Malfoy. Ready for anything." Draco stood and began getting dressed. If he was going to be thrown out, it would not be in his night-clothes. "Father, I think you misunderstood me," Draco stated pulling his shirt on.

"How so my son?" Lucius asked suspiciously. "I don't want the mark," he replied lacing his shoes. "What was that?" Lucius asked not able to believe his ears. "I don't want the mark," Draco stated flatly preparing himself for what was to come. "Why the hell not?" Lucius asked angrily.

"Because I do not with to serve that lunatic," he stated. "How dare you call him that?" Lucius asked seethingly, his voice creshindoing from a whisper to a yell. "Your to blind in your search for power to see it. He's leading you down a path of lunacy! You'll end up insane before the end of it!" Draco yelled back.

Lucius let out a growl of anger. "You've become to damn tainted by that crack-pot old fool! Either straighten your ass up or get out," Lucius replied in a similar tone. "There's no help left for you father! Choosing a lunatic over yout own son!" Draco retalliated. "Get out now! I will not stand for this disrespect! You're no longer worthy of the name Malfoy!"

Draco didn't waite for his father to say anything else before storming off. Lucius hit the nearest thing to him. No! This was not supposed to happen! Damn that school, and it's teachings.

Else Where

Everyone in Number Twelve Grimwauld Place jumped as a name on the tapestry burst into flames. When the fire was out, Dumbledore walked over to it. The name that had been burned was that of the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.

"I must leave, and get to him before Voldemort can," the headmeaster stated turning to the rest of the party. Everyone nodded in understanding, only they had no idea what he was planning or who it was he was going to get.

Harry Potter awoke to a taping coming from his window. Letting the snowy white bird in, he noticed the letter. He smiled seeing who's scroll it was in.

Harry,

A lot of unexpected things are happining at H.Q. I can't tell you the details, incase the letter's intercepted, but we'll fill you in when you get here. One thing I can tell you though is that Lucius Malfoy has escaped from Azkaban. I swear the place's reputation is going down hill quickly. Anyway that's part of the news. Mr. Weasley will pick you up tomorrow at 5 in one of the ministy cars, to keep the suspicion down. Can't wait to see you.

Love,

Hermione

P.S. Harry! You won't believe it! Can't wait 'til tomorrow! -Ron

Harry's smile increased at the last part. He was finally leaving the Dursley's and going to H.Q. He couldn't help but wonder at the news though. Whatever it was couldn't be entirely bad, because Ron wasn't fuming, but still he had to wonder.

The day took forever to pass. Each minuet growing slower, and slower. The Dursley's were happy to see him leaving. Said it was about time. Strange that this was the place he had called home for so long. Now Hogwart's was his nome. It was hard to believe it was already his sixth year.

I mean it wasn't like it was uneventful, but so eventful that the time had literally flown by. No sence dwelling on the future or past now, though. Harry sat in his room, packed and waiting. He watched the clock as the second hand ticked. Five minuets until he would be leaving for a whole year. He was almost jumping for joy, almost.

He figured he night as well make his way down stairs with his things. Dragging his trund behind him, and Hedwig in his hand, he started towards the door. No sooner had he gorren there the doorbell rang. Startled, Harry opened the door without unlocking it, whacking himself.

He cursed under his breath, and unlocked the door. to his surprise it wasn't a balding red-head, but a tattered Reamus Lupin. "Hello Harry. Are you ready?" he asked. "Yes sir," Harry stated grabbing his things and walking to the car. "I know you were expecting Arthur, but he was delayed by a slight problem at H.Q." he said smiling at Harry.

Harry wondered what the hidden meaning in that was, but shruged it off. "So how have you been professor?" Harry asked as they started off. "I've been doing this and that for the Order. Trying to get the werewolves and vampires on our side before you-know-who gets to them."

Harry nodded, "Have any consented?" "Surprisingly only a few have turned down the offer. They said that the dark lord had treated them awfully, and they suspected that Dumbledore would be more humane," the werewolf answered.

They spent the rest of the trip talking of this and that. Not really getting into deep conversation, but keeping themselves occupied. Lupin told of his encounter with an insane vampire, who believed the sun wouldn't hurt him. Only, when testing his theory, burst into flames. Harry listened intently not knowing how stupid creatures, including humans, could be.

Then he got on to the topic of crushes. Harry told him about Cho Chang, and recieved an interesting look. "Your father and Sirius would be proud," Lupin stated sadly. "I'll tell you something I bet you didn't know. Sirius liked both girls, and guys. Strangley enough he never could tell James. Only he wouldn't tell him because he happened to like him. Very funny actually," Lupin stated.

Harry was saddened by the mention of Sirius, but got over it and began to ask questions. He felt that it was strange that he knew so little about Sirius. Not too long after, they reached Number 12 Grimwauld place. Which happened to belong to Harry now.

Upon entering, Harry was glomped by Hermione. "Nice to see you too," he stated laughing. "Oh Harry! We've missed you so much! Common you have to see Ron!" The two carried his stuff to his and Ron's room. "Hey Mate!" Ron greeted.

Harry gave his friend a weird look, seeing as he looked like he had been wrestling with a troll. "What happened to you?" "That's what we have explain Harry. You'll never believe it," Hermion stated. "Well I can't believe untill you tell me what it is I won't believe," Harry stated.

"Right, sorry. It's just so unexpected! You see Lucius Malfoy broke out of prison, and tried to get Malfoy to take the mark!" "Yeah, and Malfoy basically told his father to shove off, that he wan't going to follow a lunatic."

"What? Your joking! But that still doesn't explain why you look like you've been in an accident involving a few trolls," Harry stated. "That's where I come in Potter," stated a cold voice from the door. "Malfoy?" Harry couldn't believe his eyes.

"Yes, yes, I know. Stunning. I'm on your side now. That doesn't change anything though!" Malfoy said glarring. "Of course not, but why did you change sides?" "That's none of your buisness Potter." "You could atleast try to be civil Malfoy. I mean it's not like we don't believe you or anything," Hermione stated.

Harry looked up and down Malfoy while he and Hermione were talking. Something seemed different. He couldn't put his finger on what though. He was so lost in tryint to figure out what, that he didn't notice Malfoy talking.

"Potter! What are you staring at?" Malfoy commanded coldly. "I wasn't staring," he stated calmly. "Yes you were. Look I know I'm gorgeuos, but you don't have to oggle at me." Harry glared at him. "I wasn't oggling, nor was I staring!"

"What ever you say Potter," Malfoy stated walking out of the room. "What the hell was that about?" Harry asked. His friends shrugged. "Is it just me, or does Malfoy look different?" the Boy-Who-lived asked. Hermione rolled her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yes he does. He's taller, has longer hair, and looks like he's starved because he barely eats. Then again Harry, you look just about as different. Are the Dursley's on that starvation diet again?" "Big surprise, right?" Harry asked.

"I can't believe they can sleep at night! They're so absolutley horrible. I mean for eleven years they kept you in a cubbord, made you do most of the work around the house, starved you, and then tried to keep you from going to Hogwarts! If they were wizards they'd be on you-know-who's side for sure. And what's worse is that you've had to live with it!"

Harry was taken back by Hermione's sudden outburst. They had never really mentioned anything before. "It's okay Hermione. I'm used to it." "That's not the point Harry! No child or human should be forced to live like that!" "It's okay! I swear. Don't worry about it." "We know mate. It's just when Malfoy got here he started talking about how you were at some luxury hotel living it up. Then calling you a prat. That's what brought up the subject." Ron explained.

"I just can't believe him. He doesn't know what you've been through. So what gives him the right to talk about you like that?" Hermione asked softly. "He's never had to live like that. He goes on his own and he's about to break! When you've spent half your life living off a slice of bread!" Hermione stated. "Well they've progressed to a slice of bread, and a piece of cheese," Harry replied smiling.

"Oh Harry, I don't see how you stay so optomistic." Harry smiled again, "It's all I have, so I make the best of it. There are people who have it worse I'm sure. I mean look at the house elves," Hermione smiled at his last comment.

Malfoy couldn't believe his ears. Was all this really true? Was Potter really starved during the summer months? Had they really made him live in a cubbord? And all this time he had thought Potter was spoiled as a child. This was going to be a year of surprises. He could already tell that much.

With that he headed towards the kitchen, seeing as he was sharing a room with Weasley and Potter. "Hello Mrs. Weasly," Malfoy said as he entered the kitchen. "Hello Draco dear," she greeted kindley. He was surptised how fast the woman had warmed up to him.

"Can I help you with anything?" he asked, trying to be as grateful as possible. "Yes actually. Would you mind setting the table for dinner?" Malfoy nodded and did what he was asked. When he was finnished, he went back into the kitchen. "Mrs. Weasly, may I ask you a question?"

Molly turned and looked at Malfoy strangley. He hadn't asked anyone a question yet, in fact he barely spoke to anyone. "Why of course dear," she answered. "Was Po-Harry really starved and locked in a cubbord as a child?" Molly was taked back by the question. No one really spoke of what the Dursley's did to Harry, seeing as it was inhumane.

"I was just wondering because I overheard them talking about it." "Yes, he was," she stated stiffly. "His aunt and uncle seem to think that Harry is a vile, and that there own son is perfect. They feed that great lump everything and anything, yet they can't seem to find any food to give Harry. Cruel people. Deatheaters of the muggle world," she answered.

"Thankyou," he stated before heading back upstairs. As he walked he pondered over what he had just learned. It seemed that Potter was the exact opposite of what he had always thought. Maybe he should get to know him better, like he had wanted to their first year.

Malfoy would never admit it publically, but it had hurt those many years ago. He took it out in anger and hatred, but it still hurt. Maybe he could befriend them, and get rid of those feelings. As well as the longing for a real friend. One that would care about you for more than what was in your bank account, or that was atleast smart enough to have a converation with him. Crabbe and Goyle were neither, and never could be. He would have to prove himself worthy of their friendship though.

Walking into the room, Malfoy found the trio laughing about something, but they abrubtly stopped with his entrance. "Sorry to ruin your fun, but I believe an apollogy is in order," he stated. Ron was about to say something, but Malfoy held out his arm to stop him, "Not from you Weasly." The blonde glared in Harry's direction. Sighing and softening his expresion he explained.

"From myself. I've been a real git to you for the last few years, and I'm sorry. I'm on your side now, and thus I should atleast try to get on better terms with you." The three friends stared in blatent disbelief. Not moments earlier had the same slytherin said he wanted nothing to do with their friendship, yet here he was apollogizing for it.

"Apollogy accepted," Harry stated getting up to shake his hand. Malfoy was stunned for a second, but accepted the gesture. "Agreed," Hermione stated, following Harry's example. "I guess so," Ron muttered, not moving an inch. Harry smiled and envited him to sit with them. The blonde hesitated, but complied.

"I think there might be more between McGonagall and Snape than they let on. They couldn't possibly hate each other that much and still work together," Hermione said opening a discusion. "Oh man! Bad images! Hermione that's gross!" Ron stated. Harry rolled with laughter, and Mallfoy gave her a weird look. Who knew she would be one to pair teachers up?

"Not to mention that I think Madam Pomfrey likes Dumbledore more than she wants us to know," she continued. Now Ron joined Harry in his laughter. "Personally I always thought she and Flitwick had something going on," Malfoy stated. Hermione thought about this statement for a moment, "You know you could be on to something." Ron and Harry stared at Malfoy in disbelief, agian, before continueing thier laughter. The slytherin was actually being civil.

The four then began conversing about random things, most of which had them laughing. One of the funnier topics landed Harry on the floor. They didn't have long to talk, however, before Mrs. Weasly rounded them up for dinner.

Malfoy watched Harry as he ate. He had never really noticed how attractive the Gryffindor was. Normally the slytherin wasn't one for guys, but a few had caught his attention. Harry being one of those select few, or really one of two. Strangley enough, he happened to like the brunnet more when he was relaxed. He just seemed more natural that way. The blonde almost slapped himself when he realized he had been staring.

Harry looked over to Malfoy, only to find the boy staring. It was a weird stare, not like the ones he was now used to getting. He looked into Malfoys eyes, and discovered they were a rare shade of silverish-blue. Harry knew his shade of dark green wasn't common, but this blue was rarer still. He also noticed that the usually tidy locks were a tad bit ruffled, and hung slightly in the slim face. It gave off a sexy aire.

Wait...had he just used the word sexy to describe Malfoy? No, that couldn't be right. Malfoy was a boy, as was he, and it didn't work that way. Then again he was rarely ever attracted to girls. Did this make him gay? No, nah-uh, no way could he be gay, bisexual maybe.Why was he even considering this? He turned and began a conversation with Lupin to keep his mind of a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed snake. Although it still didn't keep him from glancing that way every now and then.

Hermione watched the two with interest. She had to keep herself from smirking. It had always been so obvious that they liked each other. Even if they did act like they hated each other, it was just part of their denial. She had known for a while that Harry was probably gay. It wasn't obvious, it was just he didn't act like Ron when it came to girls. Cho had hurt him, so it had only been a matter of time before he switched to guys.

True, not every guy would, but whether Harry admitted it or not he was very sensitive when it came to his emotions. It didn't matter to her either way though. Ron was quite a different story. He was straight no if, ands, or buts. He oggled over anything with breasts. She had always felt left out when they talked about girls. After all she didn't have anyone to talk to about guys, until now that is.

However, Harry did have his moments, so he couldn't be entirely gay. But whateer made him happy. He needed happiness in his life, and if it came from another guy so be it. Ron would get over it. She needed to talk to Harry to make sure she wasn't reading too much into things first though. She happened to do this quite a lot, thanks to her female hormones.

Besides both Harry and Draco were attractive, it was a fangirls dream come true. So of course she would have no objections. Especially if they had public dispalys of effection. "Hermione?" "Yes Ron?" "What the hell is that weird look on your face?" Woops, must have gotten to far into that thouhgt. "Nothing, just thinking," she lied smoothly. At that moment Harry chose to exit the room, this was her chance.

"Excuse me Ron, I'll be back in a moment," she said getting up. "Okay, do you want me to save your food for you?" "Yeah, thanks!" Finally! "Harry! Wait up!" She called.

Great, just what he needed. Harry had been hoping to think over his feelings. "I need to talk to you about something," "What would that be?" he asked not really wanting to know. "I wanted to talk about Draco. He's quiet the looker, isn't he?" she asked. Harry stopped dead. He had not been expecting that. "Yeah sure," he stuttered feeling the heat rush to his face. "I knew it! Your attracted to him, aren't you!" "No Hermione, that's wrong," he stated knowing full well she could see right through him.

"Don't be in denial Harry! You can tell me, you know. I won't tell anyone, except maybe Draco." "No," Harry said firmly. "So you do like him. Now that we're past that barrier, what do you plan to do about it?" "Nothing. I plan to ignore it until it goes away," he answered. "Harry! You can't to do that!" "I can and I will. I don't want to be this way! It's not normal," he replied. "It's more common than you think, but since when are you normal?" Harry didn't answer.

"Come on Harry! Atleast talk about it," she pleaded slightly. She couldn't stand to see her friend in this confused state of pain. "Alright," he sighed,"I think he's more than gorgeous, but it's hard to explain. I've never really noticed it before today. I think it's always been there, and now that he's on our side I can sort of accept that. Your right. I've been in denial for five years, and now I'm really confused."

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. It was one of the most adorable things she had ever heard. "I'm sorry Harry, but I have to get back. Ron'll think I've fallen in or something!" she stated turning. She couldn't help but smile all the way back.

So what did you think? All of my friends love it, but I need more than just there aproval. Please R&R.

See Ya

ElfRanger