Not planning on doing more than 4 or 6 chapters.. short story! I love Drarry, but this story is really cheesy so if you don't like it, don't read it!
Harry woke up.
He was tired, he hadn't slept a wink.
How could he, with all the nightmares crapping up his brain?
Ron and Hermione only paying attention to each other?
And him only paying attention to... NO ONE!
This wasn't what he expected when he returned to Hogwarts to do-over his seventh year.
It definetely wasn't.
He was ambushed with people congratulated him, and he made clear he didn't want it.
Yes, they had defeated Voldemort.
No, he still didn't want to remember the battle.
He was still mourning the death.
Harry had ingored everyone, sitting in a compartment with only Hermione and Ron.
But since they were snogging each other on every occasion, Harry locked himself up in a dark, deserted compartment.
But he hadn't been alone.
He heard the soft sound of sobbing.
Awkwardly he placed a hand on the guy's shoulder.
The light in the compartment flickered on.
The crying guy was Draco Malfoy.
"Potter," he sneered as Harry quickly removed his arm.
Draco's usually neat hair was messed up, and his silver eyes were all red.
"Sorry. I was just looking for a compartment of my own, that's all." Harry responded.
"Can't you be miserable with Weasel and the Mudblood?" Draco said.
Harry shook his head.
"Female Weasel?" Draco suggested.
"Don't see why you're being miserable anyway. Saint Potter, the Chosen One, our Saviour." the blonde boy spat.
"I really in the mood, for fans now." Harry spoke sarcastically.
"Why are you sad then?" Draco asked awkwardly.
"So many's died. I feel responsible." Harry whispered finally.
A surprised Draco gave him a merciful glance.
"At least you're not bein' spit out by everyone in the Wizarding World." the Slytherin gave in.
"Not by me, at least. Not now I finally understand why you joined him." the black haired boy said.
"Don't be ridiculous, Potter." Draco smiled.
And the look in his eyes said 'thank you'.
From then on he had realized that Draco Malfoy wasn't the boy who had called him Scarhead for so many years anymore.
Harry sat next to him at breakfast, lunch and dinner. (since the War different Houses could sit at different tables)
Ron and Hermione spent the only time they weren't snogging exchanging weird glances to each other about the fact that Harry and Draco could actually get on well.
Harry enjoyed Draco's company because they weren't talking about the things that ached, but the things that didn't matter at all.
Plus the fact that Draco wiped off everyone who wanted to say anything about the War to Harry, and Draco didn't treat him any different as he would treat Blaise, at least Draco gave him that idea.
The only difference was that Draco teased him mercilessly, and called him names.
But at least as he didn't call him either the Chosen One or our Saviour, Harry didn't have any problems with that.
Harry and Draco did some Charms essay, both leaning back agaisnt a tree, with a view of the Black Lake.
It was sunny, but not too hot.
Perfect weather to do homework outside.
"Scarry," Draco said annoyingly.
Scarry was one of Draco's favourite nicknames for him.
"I can't get my conclusion right. It's not like I've got anything useful left to write down there." the blonde boy sighed.
"You can copy mine." Harry told him smiling.
"Thanks!" Draco exclaimed happily.
"Have I told you already you're my favourite Gryffindor?" he said with a smirk on his face that made Harry go dizzy.
Okay, maybe he was paying attention to him, in a not-so-friendly way.
Maybe.
"You might have mentioned it once, or a million times." Harry shrugged.
"So, how is everything working out for my favourite Gryffindork?" the Slytherin boy asked.
"Same old story, Draco." Harry replied.
"Nothing exciting? Not caught Granger and Weasley doing naughty things? Are you doing things with the other Weasley yourself?" Draco teased.
"Ginny and I aren't together anymore. And Ron and Hermione are too busy with snogging to pay any attention to me." Harry said, most irritated towards his best friends.
"Well I saw a cute guy at Diagon Alley in the holidays, and he..." Draco started but he paused because of his dark haired friend's gasp.
"Are you gay?" Harry asked, stunned.
"Not out-of-the-closet-gay, but gay enough to tell you, Potter." the Slytherin chuckled.
"Gay enough to like guys, you mean." Harry joked.
Draco's eyes turned bright silver and his pale lips twitched into a hot smirk.
Because this were his own thoughts, he could be honest with himself right?
That smirk was hot, everyone could tell.
"Very clever, Scarry." Draco remarked.
"When are you going to tell the rest of the world?" Harry asked, doubting whether he should say anything to Draco about his possible... feelings.
"Soon enough, maybe that ridiculous Truth or Dare game that Finnigan has challenged the whole school with. If you have nerve, show yourself at the Room of Inquiry tomorrow at eight. Maybe that's a good chance for me." Draco said.
"Draco..." Harry started, biting his lip.
Draco placed an arm around him.
"Who is it? Your man crush?" he asked, very sincere.
Harry wasn't used to this side of Draco Malfoy, and was shocked because he knew.
"Come on," Draco pushed him, "spit it out!" his exclaimed enthousiastically, as if he was a little girl.
"I'm not sure..." Harry said.
He felt trapped.
He didn't want to say it was Draco, but he knew there was no getting out of it.
He realized he had just admitted to himself he really had a mancrush on Draco.
He really was... gay.
"It's Blaise." Harry whispered quickly, before he could realize what he'd said.
He heard Blaise Zabini was gay too, at least there were rumours...
"Lucky you, he's a poof too!" Draco smiled at him.
"Keep it quiet!" Harry demanded.
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