Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

I'd first like to start off by saying that although I am an avid Draco/ Harry reader, this is my first try at actually writing a slash fic.

Important: In this fic, Harry defeated Voldemort during his sixth year. Dumbledore is still alive, and basically Harry Potter and the Half-blood prince is irrelevant. Harry is now in his seventh year.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Universe belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am not making any profit off of this story.

Startling Revelations

Chapter One

Harry Potter was miserable. One would think that defeating the Dark Lord for the third -and hopefully final- time would be enough to make any normal person happy. But then again, Harry Potter had never been normal.

Harry was lost and confused. He'd hoped that defeating the Dark Lord would lift a huge weight off of his shoulders, but that was not the case. Instead he'd found himself with a large hole in his life. He'd devoted the past six years to killing the bastard and now that he had finally succeeded, where did he go from here? He'd lost Sirius the year before, Bill, Charlie and George had died in the final battle, along with many others. Harry had no idea how to move on, or in what direction his life was heading.

After the Dark Lord had been defeated the remaining death eaters had been sent to Azkaban. The Ministry was fearful of death eaters trying to reform, so any families of convicted death eaters had their Gringotts accounts frozen. Their manors were raided by aurors for Dark material, and they were under the constant eye of the Ministry. So far the only family that avoided this fate were, surprisingly, the Malfoy's. Before the war ended both Draco and Narcissa testified under Veritaserum, claiming that they held no allegiance with Voldemort and wanted to be supporters of the light. Narcissa was even initiated into the Order of the Phoenix. The knowledge she had gained being Lucius Malfoy's wife proved to be extremely valuable. With Lucius still in Azkaban, all of the properties and riches that came with the Malfoy Estate went to Draco.

Malfoy's sudden switching sides did nothing to curb his hatred for Harry and his friends, however. In fact, it seemed that he had recently doubled his efforts to make Harry's life miserable. Getting him in trouble in Potions, tormenting him in the hallways, spreading rumors about him. For the most part Harry ignored his childish antics, which only succeeded in infuriating Draco even more. The same could not be said for Ron, who had been in five minor fist fights with Malfoy, and they had only been back at Hogwarts for two weeks!

Harry sighed and rolled over in his bed. He knew that he would have to get up soon or he would miss breakfast, and Hermione hated it when he skipped meals. Sighing again, he dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom. After showering quickly, he went returned to his dormitory and saw the rest of his roommates moving about, getting ready to head down to breakfast. Harry looked over at Ron, who was sitting on his bed with a scowl on his face. He sent Ron a half hearted smile, which he didn't even bother to return.

Ron was, understandably, not doing well with the loss of three brothers. His mood swings were even more volatile than Harry's. The first years were terrified of the pair of them. Hermione liked to call them the Terrible Two, and they seemed to fit the description pretty well.

Breakfast was a quiet affair. Hermione had her nose in a book and did not seem too keen on being interrupted. Ron was hardly touching the food on his plate, which if this had been a year ago, would have been an extremely rare event but recently his appetite had declined. It was starting to become evident in his physical appearance as well. Ron had always had a lanky build but now his cheekbones jutted out prominently, and his skin was sallow, all evidence of malnourishment.

Hermione, to her credit, had taken great efforts to help Ron through his depression. She was constantly trying to get him to eat, whilst keeping in mind not to nag him too much, this usually lead to nasty temper tantrums. She made sure that he got his homework done, tried to keep their usual bickering to a minimal amount, and was always offering to lend an ear should Ron ever want to talk. Harry suspected that she had read numerous books on dealing with depressed youths.

Ron, however was having none of it. He had pulled away from all of his friends and family. His mum owled him constantly and he didn't even bother to open the letters. Usually, when Harry attempted to talk to him, the most he would receive were one word answers, if not just a glare. For the most part, Harry tried to give Ron his space, figuring that he would come to him when he was ready to talk.

Walking to Transfiguration with Ron and Hermione, Harry saw Malfoy and some of the other Slytherins walking towards them. Malfoy looked as haughty as ever with a smirk on his face and an arm casually slung around Pansy Parkinson. As they got closer, Harry could see that he had a mischievous gleam in his eye, and knew that whatever he was planning couldn't be good.

"Look here Potter, we've got something to show you!" Draco said.

The trio attempted to walk around him but the rest of the Slytherins blocked their path, leaving them no choice but to watch Malfoy's antics. He watched as Malfoy transfigured a handkerchief into a billowing veil. Pansy fell through it while Malfoy pretended to make a grab for her in mock horror.

"No, Sirius!" He shouted, trying to sound anguished but failing as laughter bubbled up in his throat.

Harry felt his blood boiling with rage, and almost before anyone could blink he had slammed Malfoy viciously against the stone wall behind him. His hands were clenched tightly around Malfoy's shoulders and he was shaking him. If Harry hadn't been so enraged, he would have been slightly surprised to see the fear mixed with an almost perverse satisfaction in Malfoy's grey eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, Malfoy! I'm not going to tolerate much more of your bullshit this year!" Harry yelled, while letting go of one of Malfoy's shoulders and raising a fist, ready to drive it into his face-

"Potter! Malfoy! You're in the your seventh year, and still fighting? This has gotten completely our of hand! Ten points from each of you're houses, and be glad that I am not giving you both a detention!" Said the angry voice of Professor Mcgonagall. Harry reluctantly let go of Malfoy and stalked into the classroom.

"Good one, pushing Malfoy around like that, mate," Ron was saying. "If Mcgonagall hadn't showed up you could have broken the ferrets nose!" Apparently, Harry's abuse of Malfoy had put Ron in a slightly good mood. Hermione scowled.

"It's Professor Mcgonagall, Ron! And You shouldn't be encouraging him! Harry should know better than to give Malfoy the satisfaction of seeing him lose control like that." Hermione scolded although it was obvious bye the light in her eyes that she pleased that Ron was in a good mood, no matter what the cost.

The three of them were sitting together at dinner. Ron was shoveling massive amounts of food into his mouth at a rapid rate. Hermione's expression was both pleased and disgusted. Harry glanced across the room at the Slytherin table and was surprised to see that Malfoy was watching him. Still angry from earlier, Harry flipped him off and turned his attention to his food.

Later that night, the Trio was working on the Potions essay that was due the next day. Or more accurately, Harry and Ron were working on their essays. Hermione, having finished it a whole week before, sat there badgering them about the fact they had procrastinated this whole week.

"Oh, lay off Hermione! Just be glad that we're getting it done!" Ron huffed, but there was no real anger behind his statement.

Hermione pursed her lips, and stuck her nose in the nearest book, while Harry rolled his eyes and continued righting. He was almost three quarters of the way done and didn't want to lose his concentration now.

"Finished!" He said triumphantly, about ten minutes later. Ron scowled, he still had at least another ten inches left to go.

"Let me copy off of yours, Harry?" Ron asked while reaching for his essay. Harry didn't even get to respond before Hermione interrupted.

"Ron! That's cheating!" Hermione said in a scandalized tone. Harry decided that he did not want to be on her bad side, so he snatched back.

"Sorry mate, it's against the rules." He said, trying to sound apologetic. Ron glared at him, but went back to his essay.

Harry relaxed on the couch and looked around the common room. In one corner, Ginny and Seamus were having an argument over a game of exploding snap. At the opposite end Lavender and Parvati were chattering on, and Harry was immensely grateful that he did not have to hear what they were saying. He heard a distinct flash of a camera, and looked ahead to see an excited Colin Creevey standing in front of him.

"Hiya, Harry! I hope you don't mind, but I'm taking a bunch of candid photos, and the opportunity was too good to pass up!" Harry rolled his eyes, but decided to be nice to the boy.

"It's okay Colin, just as long as you don't do it all the time." Colin beamed at him, before running off to take more pictures of everything.

"That was really nice of you, Harry." Hermione said while smiling at him. Harry shrugged.

"Hi, Harry." Harry looked up to see Parvati Patil smiling at him. Her shiny, black hair was long, reaching to her lower back. Her dark brown eyes looked warm and inviting. Harry couldn't help but smile back.

"Um, hello." He replied, unsure as to why she was approaching him.

"Did you know that this friday's a Hogsmeade weekend?"

"Er, yes." Great. Could he possibly sound any more awkward? Though if Parvati noticed, she didn't show it.

"Well, I was wondering if you would want to go with me? I was thinking that maybe we could go to Madam Puddifoot's.." She was looking hopefully at him. Harry looked out of the corner of his eye and saw Ron sniggering before Hermione swatted him on the arm. He inwardly winced at the thought of revisiting that place, he remembered all too well the experience he'd had with Cho when he was there. Though he had to admit that he should really try dating again. Just because things didn't work out with Cho didn't mean that they wouldn't with someone else, right?

"Um, sure."

"Really? That's great!" She said while sending him a dazzling smile. Bending down suddenly, she gave him a peck on the cheek before running back over to Lavender. The two immediately looked over at him and started giggling. Harry could tell that his face was turning almost as red as Ron's hair. He looked over at Ron who looked highly amused.

"I can't believe you're actually going out with her. She giggles more than someone's who's just been caught by a Cheering Charm." Hermione glared at him.

"Just because Harry has a date and you don't doesn't mean you have to be jealous, you know!" Ron gave her a dirty look but didn't reply. It was 10:30, and Harry was starting to feel tired.

"I'm going to head on up to bed, see you guys tomorrow."

Harry woke up early in the morning, after a bad night's sleep. He'd had nightmares about Voldemort, Cedric dying, and Sirius falling through The Veil. Needles to say, he was in a foul mood.

At breakfast he stabbed at his sausages moodily, blatantly ignoring whatever Hermione was going on about. Ron, was back to his bad mood and wasn't even attempting to eat anything. It almost seemed as if he felt that making himself as miserable as possible would bring his brothers back. The Trio had Potions with the Slytherins this morning, and Harry wasn't too keen on getting harassed by Snape today. As much as he wanted to skive off, he knew Hermione would never allow it.

When the Trio arrived in front of the Potions classroom, they were surprised to find that the door was still closed, and the room empty. Their classmates were standing around looking just as confused, not including the Slytherins who were looking smug, as usual.

Looking into the crowd, Harry locked eyes with Malfoy, who smirked at him before pushing his way to the front.

"So, Potter, how did you like my little display yesterday?"

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry warned him through clenched teeth. He was in a bad mood to begin with, and he didn't need to be provoked by Malfoy just now. Malfoy sneered back at him.

"And what will you do if I don't, Potter? You never do anything right. If it hadn't taken you so fucking long to defeat the Dark Lord your mutt of a godfather would still be alive, as would Cedric Diggory, and The Weasel wouldn't have lost three of his brothers. You really.." Whatever else Malfoy was about to say was cut off as Harry tackled him to the ground, sinking his fist into Malfoy's stomach.

The Gryffindors around him were cheering him on, save Hermione who was frantically begging for him to stop. The Slytherin's were doing the same for Draco. Harry heard none of this, however, too caught up in what he was doing. The next thing he knew the two of them were rolling around on the floor, fighting for dominance. In the end Harry landed on top, grabbing fistfuls of Malfoy's blonde hair, using it as leverage to slam Malfoy's head against the floor, taking pleasure at the sound of each thud. Harry would probably never be able to adequately explain what happened next, but soon him and Malfoy were rolling around again, repeating the struggle for dominance. This time Malfoy was on top. He grabbed Harry's head in his two hands, and quite unexpectedly his lips captured Harry's in a brutal, breathtaking kiss.

At first Harry sat there in shock, but then surprised himself by responding as Malfoy's lips moved persistently over his, completely forgetting his surroundings. He opened his mouth and let out a moan when he felt Malfoy's tongue slide against his own. Their kiss was hot and passionate, so much different than Harry's first kiss with Cho, which had been wet with her tears. This kiss was needy and demanding, and Harry wasn't sure he ever wanted it to end. Malfoy shifted his hips slightly and Harry was surprised to feel his hardness pressing against his thigh. Finally, though, the need for air became too great, and both of their heads pulled back simultaneously, chests heaving while staring into each other's eyes.

"That was by far, the most disgusting thing I've seen in my life." Said Snape, his sharp tone cutting through the haze. Malfoy jumped off of Harry as if he'd ben burned, suddenly realizing his surroundings as Harry jumped to his feet. Looking around he saw that he'd been surrounded by his classmates, Mcgonagall, Snape and Dumbledore. Dumbledore was standing there, eyes twinkling, as if he suspected something like this would happen eventually. Mcgonagall's face had paled severely and she looked ready to faint. Snape looked as though he was about to heave at any moment. Most of his classmates' expressions were filled with disgust, except for Hermione who looked simply shocked, and Ron who looked absolutely furious.

"Malfoy, what the fuck do you think you're doing, putting a spell on Harry?" Malfoy looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face, so Ron continued.

"It's obvious you've put some kind of spell on him. Harry would never kiss you willingly! Right, mate?" Malfoy opened his mouth to deny this when all eyes swung towards Harry waiting to see his response. Harry was having trouble thinking coherently at the moment. All he knew was that he had to get away from there, fast. Without saying a word, he turned and ran for Gryffindor Tower, paying no attention to the shouts of his classmates and professors trying to call him back.

TBC

Please review! I would really appreciate your thoughts on how I am doing so far.