When Love Doesn't Help: Rewrite

Written: Tommi-Dragon/Wolf

Disclaimer: The characters in this fanfiction do not belong to me. They do belong to a multibillionaire named J.K Rowling, however.

A/N: Given the time when the original fanfiction was written, this is before OOFP.

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If there hadn't been a day where Harry Potter doubted he would ever make it to graduation, Today was the day to throw it out the window. Near the vast empty lake, he stood peering into blue mellow waters where the squid floated. The day he stepped out of Hogwarts and became a man, the day he would leave Hogwarts, his home.

There were so many sad memories that floated through his head. Hermione, Ron, and himself laughing at all the life threatening times they almost died and yet somehow they stayed alive and made it to the finish line. Harry's eyes stared ghostly into the water as he remembered his 6th year at Hogwarts. The Death Eaters had found a way into the school and started AK'ing those in sight. It was a tough time for Harry but in the end, he killed Voldermort.

And again, there he stood by the lake. Harry was able to live his live once again, free of all inhibitions, free of all the pressure of the savoir or the boy-who-lived. He could be whomever he wanted to be.

Sadly. That was the problem, the person who he wanted to be, didn't want him to be that person. After Voldermort's defeat, Harry had experimented with a couple of people, none of which he was really proud of. He had found out he was gay. He was very happy with the outcome and accepted the fact that he was gay. The part he couldn't accept was that from a careful distance, he had fallen in love with his arch enemy, Draco Malfoy.

He had watched Draco from afar for so long, it had become a routine. He knew Draco's every sneer, pace, smile, scowl, and face. Harry Potter was sad, he would be saying good bye to the love of his life.

"Awww… Is wittle itsy bitsy Pottah sad?" A platinum blond Draco sneered. His grey eyes angry and his fist white with pressure.

"Look Drac-Malfoy, Just leave me the hell alone" Harry replied, standing only inches from Malfoy's face.

"or What?" The blonde boy's lips ghosting against Harry's. His eyes angry and extremely pissed. Harry took the plunge and pressed his lips against Draco's.

All that Harry remembered was pitch black as Malfoy's fist connected with his head. Nor did he remember the several kicks he got to his stomach or the blood that flew from his nose when Malfoy's foot hit it.

All he remembered was that he got the best damn kiss of his life and the black of unconsciousness thereafter.

Review Please! If you don't recognize the plot, it's from my 7 year ago(?) fiction with the same title: When Love Doesn't Help. You'll totally be able to tell the difference. The chapter's are already written, I'll try to put them online every Saturday if I'm fairly happy with the response I get back from the chapters. Thanks Love!