A/N: Originally I had planned to post this short story as a one-shot. But then I thought, but what about Ron and Hermione? What are they thinking? So I wrote four little things. Each one revolving around each one.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related.

Summary: Harry has fallen in love.

Harry

Harry didn't know how it had happened. He just knew it had and he was finding it really hard to keep it a secret from everyone around him. It wasn't like he could just drop everything and go to Ron and Hermione to tell them about it. Oh yeah, that would go over brilliantly with them. He could just imagine their reactions. If they ever found out, he didn't think they would ever forgive him, especially Ron, who could be quite passionate when it came to something he didn't like.

Merlin, he wouldn't even know where to start. Out of everything he had been expecting in his life, this hadn't been at the top of his list. It hadn't even made it on that list and that list was quite long to begin with. How could it when he knew that, by society's standards, it was wrong? Not because they were against it, but because of whom it happened to. Because it meant that the Boy Who Lived wasn't what they were expecting him to be. Because it meant that Boy Who Lived was someone they didn't know, someone who actually had a mind and life to do with as he pleased.

The seventeen-year-old slammed the book in front of him shut and took a deep breath before letting his head fall onto the desk. The noise of the impact resonated through the already empty library. He had been spending a lot of time in the library but it hadn't been so he could study. He had been spending time at the library so he could get away from his friends' questioning glances. Well, more like Hermione's questioning looks. Ron hadn't seemed to notice that he wasn't there anymore and for that he was thankful. Better Hermione know about it then Ron. At least he knew that she could be more comprehending.

Of course, sooner or later he knew their patience was going to run out and there would be hell to pay for his silence. Another problem in his already complicated life. They just kept coming, didn't they? He wasn't out of one when he suddenly found himself in another. But then, that was how his life was. It was complicated and full of expectations.

"Are you almost done lamenting your life, Potter?"

Harry's head snapped up, his eyes immediately meeting those of one Draco Malfoy. "What do you want? I'm trying to get some work done." Despite his remark, he didn't make a move to open any of the books in front of him.

"Just to see what you were thinking when you slammed your head into the table." Harry noticed that the blond had chosen to ignore the fact that Harry wasn't really studying. A part of his mind wondered if he should be thankful or worried about it. "We can't have the Boy Who Lived killing himself, now can we? It wouldn't go over well with the newspapers and your fan club. What would they say if they knew you died of a head injury?" He smirked at Harry and sat down opposite of him.

The brunette's eyebrows shot up. "I didn't know you cared."

Malfoy waved his hand in an absent manner before answering. "Why wouldn't I? Everyone else in this bloody school does. It's not like a Malfoy to ignore something that draws so much attention. We tend to want to know things."

Harry frowned at the blonde and started stacking the books he had gotten earlier. He hadn't started a single one of them. Hadn't even opened up most of them. They had just been a decoy so Madame Pince wouldn't throw him out before he had to leave. "You have never been like everyone else here, Malfoy. Why would you start caring now?" He looked at Malfoy through his hair, waiting for his response.

He shrugged and took the book Harry was holding in his hands, putting it back down on the table. "Because if I don't it would be detrimental to our relationship. Now come on. It's getting late. There shouldn't be many people in the hallways. We'll be able to get to the Room of Requirement undetected." He offered Harry his hand and was surprised when the brunette took it. It wasn't very often that Harry Potter decided to be openly affectionate in public, especially if his friendships hung on the ability to keep their relationship quiet.

The Boy Who Lived sighed softly and followed his boyfriend. He didn't know how he was going to tell Ron and Hermione that he had fallen irrevocably in love with Draco Malfoy but he was sure that when they found out all the excuses in the world wouldn't change their view of either of them.

A/N: Oh, and I know I haven't finished "Starting Over." I will but I haven't had time to write much of anything. The next chapter is in the works and I do have like half of it done. I wrote this like seven months ago and just found it in my flash drive.