Unexpeted help.
Sadly I do not own any right to the Harry Potter series, but I do own this story and plot.
AN/ This is a favor for a friend, and I am pretty sure this will just be a oneshot.
Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry the most wonderful place in the world; the only place Harry had ever felt at home, now felt completely foreign. Ever since his name had come out of the goblet of fire his best friend had been totally hostile to him. Ron not only refused to believe that harry has not entered his name himself, he would not speak to him. Harry had only this alone at the Dursley's.
He sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he glanced at lamp he had brought with him. The flame was considerably lower than when he had first come to the library. Harry was currently researching a foolproof way to keep a dragon at bay, with the first task looming ever closer, he had begun to panic that he would not find a suitable spell in time.
He was just beginning to lose hope when he heard a nose coming from somewhere in the depths of the large library. Now this could be seen as quite peculiar considering it was well after curfew and no one (including Harry) should be here. Harry slowly got up, careful to make no noise and slid his invisibility cloak over himself. He crept through the rows silently searching for the source of the noise. When he was satisfied that no one was there with him, walked back to his table,surprised to find someone already seated there.
" I should have known you would be here Potter" drawled the voice of none other than Draco Malfoy. Harry stood there, at a loss for words. How could Malfoy possibly know he was there? " Relax Potter, there's nothing wrong with that damned cloak of yours,I can see your shoe" the blonde retorted. Harry let out a noticeable sigh of relief at the answer to his silent question. " What do you want Malfoy?" he asked as he removed his cloak. Malfoy seemed to ponder this a moment before finally replying, " Nothing really, just thought maybe you could use some help." Harry glared at the Slytherin with a look of distrust on adorning his face. " That's a laugh, why would you ever help me?' Harry sneered 'Or for that matter, any one else?'"
Malfoy gave him a thoughtful look before stammering " Well with you and the Weasel not talking, I figured you may be lonely, and I always said that you and I should have been friends." Harry was taken aback by the unexpected offer of help. With one look in Malfoy's steely gray eyes, he realized that his offer was genuine, though Harry was still hesitant. He resolved to chance it, seeing as his endless seeming days searching with Hermione had proved to be fruitless, and took a seat. " Er, right then... how exactly are you supposed to help me?" A confused look spread across Malfoy's face as he tried to find an answer. " Well i hadn't exactly worked that part out yet, I assume though that the first task has something to do with dragons?" he replied. Obviously disappointed in the lack of help coming from the Slytherin, Harry nodded and begun reading through a somewhat promising book titled Dragon taming for the daft.
Malfoy felt a bit uneasy and began steadily reading over Harry's shoulder, letting his hair fall next to Harry's cheek. At this harry stiffened, he glanced at Malfoy discomfort coursing through him. However, Malfoy did not read it as that and promptly leaned in and gave scruffy haired brunette a peck on the lips.
Harry shot back out of his chair, clearly shocked. "What the hell Draco?" he exclaimed. Embarrassment and hurt riddled Draco's face as he stared up at Harry with pleading eyes. " Well... I just... I thought that you and the Weasel were... I mean..." he stammered. Harry blushed crimson as he realized what Draco was trying to say. " No you great git, we're just friends, that's all we have ever been." He was finally able to reply. " And you, your I mean... well your gay aren't you?" Draco nodded, hurt and disappointed before Harry could say anything else he ran from the library, angry with himself for what he had done.
After Malfoy's speedy departure Harry, still shaking, decided it was best that he return to the common room. As he walked through the portrait hole some time later, he saw Ron sleeping in the chairs by the fire. Normally he would have run straight to Ron to laugh about the incident in the library, but considering that they weren't talking he went straight up to bed.
As he lay in his bed, Harry couldn't help but remember the hurt look on Malfoy's couldn't help but pity the Slytherin boy, for his actions. He also couldn't help think that though the kiss had been unwanted at the time, it was not in fact all that terrible. Smiling to himself he rolled over and fell asleep, dreaming of Draco Malfoy.