Disclaimer: I don't own em'. If I did, we'd all be too busy making a Reika sandwich to write silly slash fiction. Please don't sue my pants off....they're all I have *sniffles*

I have been just bathing in the wonderful world that is Harry/Draco slash for some time now, and I just re-watched the film Get Real. I love that movie, if you haven't seen it, see it NOW, b/c if you are reading this; you obviously are a fan of hot boy love (and if you're not, then heh-heh, guess you know you're in the wrong place huh?)

Anyways, I love the story behind both the film and the play it's based off of and it reminded me of how things might go between Harry and Draco. So this fic is based around that movie. Well...obviously there are going to be differences, but I think I am going to keep with the same feel and basic storyline. (From the movie box) "Boy meets Boy. Boy likes Boy. Boy oh Boy."

I wasn't sure at first on which role to give the boys (which one would be based off of John and which one off of Steven), but I went with Draco being based off of John. Although Harry is indeed very popular, his friends are more accepting in general and less cruel.

By the way, you don't need to have seen the movie to understand this fic.

Please read and review, but I swear to god, the first person that sends me a "slash is evil" flame...they'll never find your body. If you don't like it, you may still read it...it's like a car wreck. That much I can understand. But if you come into this with bias, please leave it out of your reviews. It degrades the principles of tolerance and lowers my I.Q.

WOOT! On with chapter uno....

Chapter one....Sex on legs.

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            Harry Potter's eyes glanced around nervously. He really should be used to this by now, but he just couldn't get over being the 'famous Harry Potter'. "No one knows you...No one knows who you are...No one is going to tell..." he repeated the mantra to himself a few times before arriving at his destination. The park was relatively empty and he quickly went into the loo. It only took him a moment to realize that there was already someone in the stall (a rather crude stall, but a stall nonetheless) next to him. After a few moments a small note slipped through from the other side of the wall. He smiled and exited the stall to see an attractive man sitting on the bench. He flashed a smile at him and sat down.

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             On the trek back to Hogwarts Harry tried to make sure his clothes weren't too messed up and attempted to flatten his even messier than usual hair. Once he got near the entrance however, he realized it really didn't matter how he looked, since no one would be seeing him anyways. He slipped on his invisibility cloak and made his way to Gryffindor tower. He'd have just enough time to shower, change and make it to dinner. That is, if Hermione didn't stop him and give him the third degree about his whereabouts on this particular Saturday. He didn't know why she even asked anymore, she already knew the answer. As if on cue, Ms. Granger appeared at Harry's side once he stepped through the portrait hole.

"Honestly Harry, where have you been?" Harry could tell the girl only half meant the irritation in her voice.

"Three guesses and the first two don't count"

"Really Harry, what kind of perverts pick up young men in a bathroom? I don't know why you insist on going into the muggle world every weekend to get laid by some 40 year old that can't get a real date"

Harry looked scandalized. "I never 'get laid by some 40 year old who can't get a real date', jeez Mione, it's just hard y'know."

Hermione sighed and her expression softened a bit. "I know it's hard on you, Harry, being here and not being able to do anything about your sexuality, but I worry about you, you could really get hurt. Not to mention it's hard on me too, I had to cover for you with Ron again."

"Oh...so what'd you tell him?" Harry's face took on a look of minor guilt at lying to his best mate. He wanted to tell Ron he was gay...he really did, but it seemed like every time he would work up the nerve Ron would make a 'queer' joke or talk about some girl and want Harry's opinion. As much as he cared for his best friend, he didn't think he could deal with the rejection if Ron couldn't handle it.

"I told him the truth."

Harry's eyes got huge. "Mione..."

"Calm down" she grinned at his 'deer in the headlights' expression. "I told him you had some stuff to take care of in town. He knows you leave on the weekends, Harry, and if one must lie, it's smart to tell as much of the truth as you can, then there's not as much worry about slipping up all the time."

Hermione's genius never ceased to amaze Harry; she really was a force to be reckoned with. He felt he just had to hug her for taking such good care of him. "Thank you so much Mione...I promise I'll make it up to you someday."

"Yeah yeah, now go shower...you smell like sex and..." she trailed off and sniffed him. "...and dirt, Harry...don't tell me you were in the woods again."

"Well there was nowhere else."

The head girl rolled her eyes. "You are so lucky you're the 'savior of the wizarding world', Harry, you keep me in constant dereliction of duty."

The raven haired boy gave her a grin and quick kiss on the cheek before heading to his private quarters and taking a shower. He loved being a prefect, there was a lot less explaining to do this way.

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The week passed as it always does. The golden trio was keeping mostly to themselves, Hermione fussing at her two favorite boys about not studying enough, Ron rolling his eyes and talking about Qudditch, Harry looking forward to the weekend.

The three were sitting out on the grounds doing all the aforementioned things when a group of Slytherins came walking by. Harry tried his best to stay focused on his friends, but he knew it was coming. It always did.

"Well well, if it isn't Potter and his little fan club."

"You know Granger, the only reason you guys are in such high regard with the light side is because our side doesn't take piss poor Weasleys, mudbloods and fags."

Harry winced at the f-word. The other f-word. Of course the Slytherins had no proof, it was more likely that it was really the only insult they thought they had. Harry was extremely talented, handsome and famous. He was, however, also single. And if there's one thing a Slytherin is good at, it's exploiting a weakness.

Harry snapped out of his reverie when he heard shouting. He glanced up to see Hermione grabbing Ron's arm, trying to keep him seated. He was yelling at the other seventh years, his cheeks flushed with anger.

"Actually, we're just not keen on groveling to some snake-faced has been, you lot are just not good enough for our side so you have to get mommy and daddy to buy you prestige on theirs. And what's with the fag thing huh?! The only homo I know of is that dyke Bullstrode!"

Harry winced again at the way Ron spat out the words 'dyke' and 'homo'...he may have been defending Harry as best he could, but he was also insulting him, albeit unknowingly.

One of the Slytherin girls laughed. "Really Weasley, you'd think you'd notice by now that..." she was cut off by a smooth velvety voice behind the group.

"Hey, what'd I miss?"

Draco Malfoy.

Like proles the entire group dropped what they were doing and gave the blonde prefect their full attention.

"Nothing much, Drakkie, just some Gryffindor bashing...same as usual." Pansy wrapped her arm around her boyfriend. The Slytherins went on with their conversation about god knows what, while Harry, Hermione and Ron tried to do the same. Finally it was too much and Ron spoke up.

"Look, I don't know how you guys can just sit there and take that crap from them. And Malfoy, that ferret needs to be taught a lesson."

"He hasn't done anything so far this year Ron."

"Harry's right Ron." Hermione knew this was a moot point with the red head, but figured she'd give it a shot anyways. "Since the start of this year, he hasn't insulted us personally, he usually just stands back and lets the others do it, true, but he himself hasn't said anything to us."

"Whatever" Ron stood up and stormed off towards the castle.

"What are we going to do with him?" Harry wondered aloud.

"I don't know, Harry, but I don't think he'll ever get over his hatred for Malfoy. Pity, too, I was hoping maybe we'd get to have at least one normal conversation with Malfoy before graduation." She got a resigned look in her eye. "Oh well, that's life I guess, but even I have eyes. That boy is sex on legs."

"Yes, yes he is." Harry tried desperately to hide the tinge of pink in his cheeks. It was true; Malfoy had grown into quite an attractive boy, no, man. He grew over the summer after their 5th year and his voice deepened to a velvety tone that reminded Harry of chocolate. Expensive chocolate. He didn't seem to have too much on his mind all the time, meaning it didn't look like the boy worried about Death Eaters and alliances or anything of the sort. He ceased slicking his hair back. 'Thank Merlin' Harry thought. And now the platinum strands hung down into his silver eyes sexily. His features were so chiseled and angular, yet not sharp, but exquisitely defined, rather. Had he been a muggle he'd undoubtedly be on a runway or magazine cover somewhere.

Harry wasn't so shabby either. At roughly the same height as Malfoy, and the same muscular, yet thin, lithe build, his skin stayed a nice olive tone year round. A nice contrast to Malfoy's almost translucent vampire like pallor. His messy hair was...well...still messy, only now it had that 'just got out bed' tousled look to it, it suited him well. The emerald orbs behind his glasses had become even more expressive, and were definitely the focal point of Harry's face. He'd been told he had a nice smile too.

But, sadly, entertaining such thoughts can't be healthy, as Malfoy, being a Slytherin, a straight Slytherin at that, and probably the most popular boy at Hogwarts, rarely ever even spared Harry a glance anymore. It was odd, how the Gryffindor almost missed the silver eyes glaring at him and throwing snide comments his way. At least it was something.

Finally Hermione sighed and started to pick up her things. "We'd better go find Ron, besides; it's going to be lunch time soon."

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Finally the weekend had come. Harry made his usual trip to the park and then into his usual stall. As per usual, a note slipped through. Harry unrolled it and read the text.

How Old Are You?

Harry took out his pen and scribbled his reply.

I'm young.

Soon it came back again.

Is There Somewhere We Can Meet?

He took his pen to reply, but the damn muggle thing wouldn't work. He tried again, to no avail. Putting his lips to the hole in the wall he whispered "I'll meet you outside, on the bench."

He gave his elusive companion a moment to get outside, before he pushed open the door. Harry lifted his gaze to the bench, then immediately rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The figure sitting on the bench fidgeting nervously had the most beautiful head of platinum blonde hair. Harry only knew one person with that hair. But no, it couldn't be. He almost started to leave when the figure whipped his head around and shock took over his features.

The features of Draco Malfoy.

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Oh there will be more little ones. Please review though; I need the feedback to have the will to write this thing through. That is, if it's good enough to write through. Please let me know. Love and Kisses, Reika.