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A/N: I would like to dedicate this whole story to Essa the Thirteenth. You're a doll and I appreciate everything you've said to me. Everyone should go and read her stuff cause she's amazing. On another note, my first story got 1 response. Seriously. So please, if you want more, review or e mail me at uglykidathogwarts@yahoo.com. If you don't like it, SCREW OFF. No. Just kidding. I want to hear from you if you didn't like it too. I want ALL opinions. So yeah...hope you like it.

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Do you know how long it takes for your life to change completely? Seven days. It's been seven long days and I can still taste his kiss. I can still remember everything that was said. Every touch that I felt. Every breath that we breathed. I'm not entirely sure how or why it happened, I just know that it did and now everything has changed. My best friends hate me, my godfather refuses to hear me out and my enemy, well, I'm not so sure where we stand anymore at all. It's all mixed up and changed because of one choice seven days ago.

Malfoy and I were serving our detention. We'd had another one of our stupid fights. I'm not really sure how it started, I just know it ended with him throwing a hex at me. He missed me and hit Snape who, in turn, immediately began swelling to the size of the Great Hall. Needless to say he wasn't happy and for once gave both me AND Malfoy detention. We'd been sitting there in silence, pretending not to notice the other when I noticed that Malfoy had smeared the trophy polishing grease under his eye.

"Malfoy"I started, " you have grease on your cheek. You look ridiculous." Malfoy's eyes were glazed over when he looked up. He merely sneered at me. He made no attempt to wipe it off.

"Honestly, Malfoy. Can't you do anything without your loyal cronies?"

"Sod off, Potter."

"Oh for Merlin's sake. Here."

I reached my hand up to Malfoy's cheek but my hand never got there. His hand reached out and grabbed my arm. His hands were icy cold.

"It's not grease, all right Potter? Just keep your saintly hands the bloody hell away from me." Malfoy said menacingly.

I looked up into Malfoy's eyes and saw something I never thought I'd see. It was only one tiny flash, but I was sure it was there. Fear. Maybe weakness. Definitely pain. The next moment it was gone, replaced with shame and anger. It wasn't grease, he said. What was it then? What could be so wrong with Malfoy that he'd let me see him weaken? Had Crabbe and Goyle finally gotten the upper hand?

"What is it then Malfoy?" I said quietly.

"Let it go, Potter."

"Look Malfoy. I know we don't get along, but still. If you're in trouble, I can help you get some help."

"Ah, there's the boy everyone loves." Malfoy sneered. " Perfect Saint Potter. Don't you know when not to pry you filthy little prat? Merlin, Potter. You can't fix everything."

"Malfoy, come off it. You're in trouble. I can see it in your eyes. I know you may not want me to know it, but honestly. If you could just come off your holier than thou attitude for more than 5 minutes...."I started, but was cut off.

" My father beats me, Potter. Is that what you wanted to hear?" Malfoy interrupted through clenched teeth. "He beats me to a bloody pulp when I don't behave the way a pureblooded Malfoy should. There it is Potter. Take it and run. That's why Draco Malfoy is such a prick. To hide from his fucking father. Go on then. Poke fun al you want. Go and run and tell Weasel and Mudblood. Just remember it's my word against yours."

His words stung and struck close to home. All I could think of was life at the Dursley's. Of all the times they'd locked me in the closet. Of all the times Uncle Vernon had beat me with his big wide belt when I showed my "abnormality". That's when I made the biggest revelation of my life. Draco Malfoy and I might be on different sides of the wizarding war, but at home, we were fighting the same battle. My heart went out to him at that moment. I, Harry Potter, actually felt sorry for Malfoy.

" I know what it's like." I said quietly, looking everywhere but his eyes.

"Psh. You have no idea what your-"Malfoy started but my anger got the best of me.

My stories came tumbling out one after the other. I told Malfoy everything. I told him how my nightmares weren't only of Voldermort, but of going back to Privet Drive and never returning to Hogwarts. How when someone touched the back of my neck I shivered involuntarily because that's how Uncle Vernon dragged me around. How they'd beat me and locked me in the closet. I told him stories I'd never even told Ron and Hermione. When I was finished, tears were in my eyes threatening to spill over.

"Don't tell me I don't know Malfoy. Don't pretend you know me." I choked.

There was a long dragged out silence before Malfoy began. He'd held his head down while I talked and when he looked up, I noticed that his eyes were glazed over with tears. He very calmly placed his hand on my knee and began. "I was nine years old when it began. I'd asked my father if he thought Voldermort would really rise again. He looked at me with these eyes that weren't his own. He started screaming at me and lashing me with his bare hands. He told me I was wicked wretched boy for even asking and that the only way the Dark Lord would accept me was if I accepted my lashings from one of his faithful servants. My mother just stood there and watched with a bloody smile on her face. Telling my father he was an excellent asset to the DeathEaters." Draco paused and winced as if remembering every blow. " I'm not sure how long it lasted. I just know I was scared of all the blood. There was so much. I thought I was dying." Draco went on for the next hour talking about how his father had cut him, beat him, and made him who he was. How he didn't hate me, his father just told him it was the thing to do. No one rejected a Malfoy.

"You're one hell of an actor then, Malfoy." I said trying to lighten the mood. As I wiped my eyes on my shoulder I became very aware that my hand was holding Draco's and he was lightly squeezing back.

"I'm so sorry Harry, for everything I've put you through." Malfoy's voice was quiet and hesitant. He was afraid and you could hear it in his voice.

What happened next was beyond my wildest dreams. Our eyes met and it was happening before I even knew it. Even now it seems surreal, like little snapshots in my mind: Draco's hands in my hair. His lips on mine. Our tongues slipping past the other's in a slow rhythmic dance. As quickly as it had started, it was over.

Malfoy pulled away quickly. "What the fuck is that, Potter? You think you throw one little pity party and you can kiss me? I don't know what you've heard. I"M NOT QUEER POTTER!"

"Wha..WHAT?" I said, my anger getting the best of me. I tried to look anywhere but his eyes. My eyes ran across his body once, noticing that Draco was visibly hard. "Sure looks like you enjoyed it." I spat back at him.

"Sod off, Potter. Why don't you let Weasley finish what we've started? I'm sure he's good at sucking cock. All those brothers to learn from?"

My anger flared again.. Draco had kissed me and made it look like it was all on me. How in Merlin's name could I have been so stupid? And who did Malfoy think he was? Not queer my left ass cheek. From my recent experience, Draco was as straight as I was a DeathEater.

"Listen, Potter." Draco said interrupting my fuming. His features had softened considerably. "I couldn't be with you even if I wanted. It wouldn't be safe for either of us. My father would kill me and send Voldermort on your ass." His face had fallen and his voice was just above a whisper. I looked at the floor. Tears were threatening to spill down my face again. I'd never kissed a boy before and here I was getting all emotional over Malfoy. When I looked up again, Malfoy was headed out the door.

"Malfoy, wait!" I called after him.

"I'm sorry, Potter. I just....can't."

"Please, can't we talk about this? Malfoy, you don't understand. No one will listen about this? Please let's work it out. Tell me what we are!" I pleaded after him.

"Detention's over, Harry. And so is whatever just happened between us...It's best this way." Malfoy said and he walked out the door.

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Chapter 1: Done! Yay! I really hope you guys liked it. falls to her knees begging Please, please, pleeeeeeeaaaaaase review!! insert puppy dog eyes here Please?