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Chapter 1

By Heather

Word Count: 1470

Character Count: 6372

Summary: Harry and Draco's relationship has changed drastically. Not only are they tolerating each other, something else seems to come out. But this just a flash back. They are a little OOC, but it all has to do with what happened over the past summer. ((which is explained in a later chapter)) So please understand that their relation ship has changed for very good reasons though Briefly mentioned in here. And No I do not take the 6th book in consideration. I had wrote this before it came out but never had it put up. Oh and this contains slash and possibly there will be Male pregnancy.

Flash back to when it all started:

Harry awoke from his dream in a cold sweat. He placed a hand on his chest, over his heart, as he tried to calm himself down and remove the images from his head.

After several minutes, slowly, Harry rose from his bed, just as sunlight had crept in through the dorm window.

It was not uncommon for him to be awoken by his nightmares. It was not uncommon for anyone to wake up screaming or in a cold sweat from their dreams.

Harry, now in his 7th and final year, was use to watching the people inside his dreams die a horrible death. Though he was use to it, it didn't make it any easier to watch, awake or asleep. But it didn't, however, come as a shock anymore to him. The final battle was fast approaching, so dreams seemed silly to him compared to what lied ahead.

Heading down to breakfast alone, Harry was submerged in deep thought. He was trying to place an exact date to when so much in his life had changed and everything about him was turned upside down.

Harry had matured in so many ways. The way he viewed the world for instance. He no longer took anything for granted, not even one breath of fresh air.

Harry tried hard to keep himself from his friends and seclude himself when possible. He blamed himself for so many deaths around him, starting with his parents. It was his fault that they died. If he had been any other boy, they would still be alive to share their love with him.

Harry seated himself at Gryffindor table and helped himself to some toast and jam. Not only was his Saturday morning ruined because of his dream, his afternoon would probably be worse.

There was an upcoming school dance and Draco Malfoy and himself, had to come up with the theme and do all the decorating.

He was not dreading this meeting because of Draco Malfoy. He and Draco had made an unspoken agreement and have stopped being enemies. This did not mean Draco would end his ways of calling him scar head, but it did mean they could trust each other in a time of need.

Draco was the type of friend Harry needed. Draco never bothered Harry. Never chatted with him, never asked if he had a good day, and never asked to play wizards chess. He was a friend, not to talk to and hang out with, but the one who would have your back till your dying day. Harry was greatful for this bond.

Draco had traded in his ways after watching what was happening everywhere. He knew now the difference between good and evil and he knew he had to pick a side.

If there was anything in the world he wanted to do, it was to piss off his father. So what better way then to be on Dumbledore's side, and be friends with none other than Harry Potter?

But the reason Harry had been dreading this afternoon was simple yet complicated. The last few times they had met to plan, Harry got these weird vibes from Draco. He didn't seem cruel and yet there was a happiness Harry could not place.

Harry also got a weird feeling in his stomach. Oh yes. He knew this feeling all too well. He didn't want to admit what he was feeling let alone thinking when he saw Draco. The only way to stop the thoughts and feelings, he'd have to stay away from Draco but that was damn near impossible. He saw him in classes and at all meals and anything that was being held by head boy and girl.

Sighing heavily, Harry lifted himself from his comfy arm chair and made way to exit Gryffindor tower. It was fifteen minutes after one, and he was a half hour late. He couldn't put it off any longer. He had to go do this planning with Draco.

He silently headed into the library and headed for a table in the back. He sat down beside Draco who was reading a book.

"I'm so glad you decided to show up, Potter. But do you realize you're a half hour late!" Draco slammed his book down. "I do not run around your schedule." Draco inhaled slowly then let it out.

"Are you done?" Harry asked not even really paying attention to Draco's words but more of the butterflies in his stomach.

"Yes, Potter, I'm done. Now lets get to work." Draco pulled out a folder and sat it between them on the table. He flipped it open and at once he was scribbling ideas down and color patterns.

Harry was off in his own little world looking at Draco. He remembered this feeling all too well. Only it was stronger with Draco than it been with Cho. But he never considered himself... well... gay. Was he gay? He asked himself plenty of times which he liked better, girls or boys. He knew the answer, boys.

And now seated beside him was his first crush, a sexy, blonde haired, grey eyed, boy... no a man. Harry had feelings to do things to Draco that he never realized before. He wanted to run his fingers threw his hair while giving him a mind blowing kiss and so much more.

Harry practically fell out of his chair when he felt Draco place his hand on his neck. "I didn't mean to startle you but you didn't look like you were breathing. And could you stop looking at me? I mean, I know I am attractive but you don't have to stare." Draco let his smirk dance on his lips at the look on Harry's face.

Harry tore his eyes from Draco. "I wasn't staring."

"Listen, I'm tired of this. You're always giving me these weird looks. Will you just tell me what the fuck it's about? You're driving me mad!" Draco made Harry look at him. Draco then smiled a bit as he looked into Harry's eyes. "Oh! I see."

Harry swallowed hard, "You see what?"

"I understand. I know that look. How long?"

"How long what?" Harry asked becoming irritated.

"How long have you known?"

"Malfoy! What the hell are you on about?"

"How long have you known you're gay?" Draco asked tilting his head.

Harry felt a wave of mixed emotions. He felt embarrassed that it was that easy to tell, pissed that Draco now knew his secret and would blab it to the whole world, and yet, there was a sign of happiness. Draco was not grossed out or weirded out by the fact that he was gay.

Harry shrugged, "End of summer I suppose. I had sex with my girlfriend and well..."

"It wasn't what you were looking for." Draco finished.

Harry nodded, "Okay we should get back to work." Harry busied himself with the parchment in front of him.

"So am I your first crush? Or have you already been with a guy?" Draco pondered.

Harry looked at him not believing he still wanted to talk about this.

"I have never been with a guy." Harry said flatly.

"Haven't even kissed a guy?"

"No. Now we have to get this done."

"Want to give it a go?"

"Excuse me?"

"Want to give it a go?" Draco repeated.

Harry noticed how close Draco was. He felt his heart beat a bit faster.

"D-Draco... We're in the library." Harry said trying to make up an excuse not to get any closer.

"Should have known. Too prude I suppose. You like guys, you like me and I offer me to you and you deny it. You haven't changed one bit." Draco narrowed his eyes then looked back at his notes. "Well to work I suppose."

Harry didn't know what came over him. In one instant Harry had grabbed Draco's face and pressed his lips to his. He loved the feel of Draco's soft, pink lips against his own. He could just kiss him forever.

Harry felt Draco lick his bottom lip and nibble it a bit wanting access to taste the inside of Harry's mouth. Harry obliged by parting his lips. He ran his hand up Draco's neck and ran his fingers threw his hair pulling so close not even a breath of air could pass threw them.

Finally, after several hot, lustful minutes, Harry pulled away and gave a smirk, "Okay... Now we can go back to work."

Draco chuckled, "Yeah right, Potter. We're not getting any work done today." and with that Draco had pulled Harry into another kiss, both of them forgetting their work and never noticing someone was watching them.

Ronald Weasley walked out of the library unable to believe what he had saw.

End flash Back:

A/N: Ah, well yes this chapter was sort of rushed but was okay none the less. Basically Harry was just thinking of the day everything in his life was turned upside down. Now where he is now and what he's doing and what year it is will be told to you next chapter so I can make you wonder.