-1Chapter One

There was always a sense of dread that he associated with the dungeons. He blamed Snape, but he knew there his other reason but he sure as hell wasn't telling anyone that reason, nope, no way. Nothing could persuade him otherwise, including his feelings of isolation.

He sighed heavily as he opened the door to Snape's class, feeling the rush of cold air hit him in the face. There was only one person in the deep, dark room, which stank of mold. Upon seeing the blond hair, he cursed silently under her breath as he slammed the door.

Draco sat perfectly still, Feelng his heart beat quicken, knowing all to well who was causing all the commotion, you see, no one else would bother to make that much noise. As he heard Harry huffing and puffy his way to the table on the opposite side of the room from him, he continued to examine his nails and blond hair, pretending he was all alone. Yes, he thought, I'm still all alone, except for the fact that he's here… So for al technical purposes, I am alone, like I was two minutes ago…

Harry had his own special technique for pretending that Pretty- Face Malfoy didn't exist, he simply stared at the ceiling, willing it to crash and bury him. Morbid, true, but it gave him a way to escape Malfoy and his detention, a perfect plan. He was beginning to look for a way to execute this plan. Everyone will be getting out of dinner soon, then as they walk over his spot in a large group- His musing was interrupted by a certain teacher clearing his throat.

" Now then, your detentions will start off by you cleaning the blackened cauldrons," Snape looked at them curiously for a second. "Well, would you like to be here all night? Get. To. Work" Harry flinched internally as Snape slammed the door but he was busy being a ninny hat he didn't notice Malfoy take the least black cauldron.

After a moment of silence, Harry got up and began to de-blacken his cauldron. He scrubbed really hard, feeling his arm and back muscles strain against the pressure he was putting on them. He wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed as he began to scrub. He felt the presence of eye upon his back and he felt himself tense up.

Draco had long ago finished scrubbing his cauldron and was now sitting on the table, awaiting Snape's return so he could gloat and show everyone has much better he was than the boy who lived. After awhile Draco's eyes came to a rest upon Harry's back, watching his arms tense up and push down on the black smudges, attempting to take them off the surface. He watched as Harry pushed forward with his whole body, moving back an forth, pressing harder every time. He watched as the sweat began to soak through the shirt on the small of his back. His thoughts began to wonder to other things and he felt his eyelids begin to drop, temporarily blocking his vision. He forced his eyes to stay open and his mind to keep away from that subject. All his trying meant nothing though, his mind just didn't want to get off the forbidden subject. All he could se was Harry, leaning over him, not a cauldron, kissing him and holing him close. Feeling his hand-

Just then Snape walked in all thoughts of sex disappeared from his mind. Now all he wanted was to have an early dismissal from this detention so he could finally go to Blaise. " Well, Draco," Snape said as he examined his cauldron, " Goodnight, however you Mr. Potter have a long way to go."

Draco silently thanked the gods and left. He walked until he got out the classroom door and bean to sprint to his commons room, desperately wanting the comfort his best friend had to offer. Draco ran and ran for a few seconds, past the paintings, past the doors, past the statues and past the bodies of armor. He ran until he was safe within the confines of the entrance of his favorite room. " Blaise!" Draco exclaimed, truly happy to see his friend of many years.

"Lovely to see you too, Draco," Blaise said while scotching over on the couch to make room for Draco. "How was your detention? Snape didn't make you chop up onions again did he?" Blaise carefully examined Draco's face, raising his hands up to cup Draco's chin. He turned Draco's to the right and then to the left. " I'm guessing he made you clean up cauldrons, you've go soot all over you."

This is why Blaise was Draco's best friend, he took care of him while at Hogwarts. He made sure Draco had everything he needed and made sure he was happy all the time. And if he wasn't, Blaise would do whatever it took to see him smile. Even if it meant kicking some ass. Blaise was an older protective brother, a brother like Draco had never had, being the only child he was. It also didn't hurt that that was who he had officially came out to. Everyone else implied what they thought but only Blaise knew for sure. Only Blaise could say a definite yay or nay. Everyone else could only say may, so Blaise and he were close. When Blaise had had his falling out with that wrenched Hannah Abbot, Draco hadn't said I told you so, he merely wiped the tears away from Blaise's eyes and when he was questioning his sexuality, Draco had been there and helped him sort it out. He wasn't. Draco cried when he heard that, he had long ago had a thing for his best friend and when he had found he didn't like boys like that, Draco cried. He had always felt for the boy. Draco guessed he'd always be that really close friend the boyfriend would be jealous of.

"So," Blaise said as he removed his hands, "who all was there?"

Here Draco blushed a bit and he saw Blaise's eyes widen. Only Blaise knew who Draco would die for a chance with and Harry Potter was the one. Despite all their previous encounters, Draco had grown to develop feelings for Harry in year five of Hogwarts. Hey had grown slowly over time and Draco hadn't even noticed they were there until quite recently.

"Oh really?" Blaise asked with a cocked eyebrow. " Well, do tell." Blaise happened to be the only person who would listen to Draco's stories of being in the same room with Harry Potter, although nothing happened.

" Well, I was sitting there and then I heard the door open. Then I stayed facing forward and then he slammed the door. I felt my heart quicken and then Snape showed up. Then we made out-"

"Really?!?!?!?!?" Blaise interrupted.

"No, I made that part up. Then I cleaned and then I came back. We didn't even speak but it was pretty much so amazing, kind of like me." Draco finished, feeling the blush creep off his face and he caught a look on Blaise's face. "What?" He couldn't believe it but he thought Blaise looked like he was hiding something.

"No, it's nothing. I'll tell you later."

Later as they lye in bed, in Draco's, Blaise cleared his thoart. " Drake? Can I ell you something and you not freak out on me?"

Draco raised his eyebrows skeptically, " Yea, sure. What is it?"

" I have a ….. boyfriend."

Draco felt his heart break. Blaise had told him no not even two weeks ago! Draco felt the tears welling up in his eyes but swallowed back the pain. " Who?" He tried to keep his voice light, leaving all the hurt behind.

"Please don't hate me…" was all Draco heard for awhile then he heard Blaise sigh. " It's Harry."