-Round as Potter's Glasses-
Chap. 1
The 7th year Slytherin rested on the grass next to the lake, hands behind his head and thoughts in another time, a different day. The day he came out of the closet.
It was the most nerve-wracking thing he'd ever done in his life, coming out to his parents. He'd planned it quite well, though- the day before he'd left for Hogwarts. He wouldn't have to bear his father's disgusted looks or snide comments for more than a few hours, even though they rang out in his head constantly.
"You will date only girls, marry a girl and I don't care if it kills you! There are no fags in the Malfoy family!" he yelled as his mother sobbed almost hysterically.
For two days Draco had kept it all in, pretending to be his usual self-- the sneers, the smirks, the I'm-better-than-you-and-you-know-it attitude, but this time he wanted to get away from it all so he could let go.
Right now, the moon was his companion, cold and distant though it may be. But it did remind him of something comforting...
"Round as Potter's glasses..." he said quietly to himself, recalling with ease the black frames that encased two emerald green eyes. They usually regarded him with contempt or anger or indifference, but that didn't keep Draco from worshiping them.
They were his color, after all.
"Slytherins are pure, Slytherins are better! You disgrace both that house and ours!"
Draco sat up, furious at the voice that wouldn't give him peace. "Sod you, Lucius!" he growled into the night air, ripping out a clump of grass and throwing it hard into the lake. "Sod you, I can love whoever I want without your sodding approval so just go to hell!" he yelled, ripping out clump after clump. "I'm gay and you can just shove it up your arse if you don't like it!"
His words seemed to echo around him, but it felt so good to yell that he never thought of keeping his voice down. He bowed his head, breathing hard with tears in his eyes and dirt all over his hands and robe.
For a moment he just sat there, trying to regain some semblance of sanity, when he heard a sound to his right. It sounded kind of like his breathing was echoing- it wasn't that loud, was it?
Abruptly, he held his breath and the other breathing continued, but just for a moment until there was a soft gasp and it stopped.
Draco's face paled and he felt his insides freeze. No one was there, he saw out of the corner of his eye, at least no one he could see.
With the lightning fast reflexes of a snake, he whipped out his wand and silently cursed where he thought the breathing had come from with a trip jinx. There was a sound of someone hitting the ground and the grass flattened in the shape of a body.
Starting to panic, Draco reached out until he felt cloth and pulled, ripping off an Invisibility Cloak to reveal a disheveled and rather surprised Harry Potter.
Draco jumped up, trying to keep his composure as Harry stood, brushing himself off.
"How long have you been there, Potter?" he demanded fiercely, holding his wand at Harry's chest, right over his heart. His heart was pounding in his ears– what if Potter knew? What if he told?
"Long enough," he answered, his voice quiet. Even in his panic, Draco couldn't mistake the gentleness in the other boy's eyes for triumph or mockery.
"Say anything to anyone and I will kill you," Draco snapped, hiding his confusion and fright behind fury.
"I won't," he said simply, moving closer. Draco, thoroughly paranoid by now, thought he might whip out his wand at the last second– but no, both of Potter's hands were cupping Draco's face now.
Wait, what?
Before Draco realized what was happening, Harry kissed him hard on the mouth. The wand slipped out of Draco's hand, falling into the grass unnoticed as he felt his whole body go pleasantly limp. Whatever was happening – Draco couldn't quite comprehend the idea yet– he wanted more of it.
But after only a moment, Harry pulled away slowly, teeth raking Draco's bottom lip ever so slightly to leave the other boy gasping and trembling. "You aren't alone," he said, looking into his eyes solemnly. Draco twitched in what looked like a nod, so, satisfied, Harry turned away and picked up his Invisibility Cloak. Draco almost called him back, but the words "Harry, wait" got lost on their way from his brain to his tingling lips and the other boy walked away without looking back.
After Draco was sure he was gone, he closed his eyes and touched his lips as though to imprint the feeling on them forever. And for once, the scolding voice of his father was silent.
He walked back to his dorm, making sure to take his time. He was too emotionally drained to hold a conversation with anyone still up, and didn't want to, either way. He didn't want to stop thinking about that kiss. Luckily, everyone in the dorm was fast asleep and he curled into his bed unnoticed, letting out a soft sigh.
For the first time in a long time, he fell asleep smiling.
A/N: So... d'you like it so far? I rewrote this chapter because this story was initially supposed to be a oneshot, and trying to turn a oneshot into a story just doesn't work. To the people who read the first chapter before I changed it... do you like this one better? I hope so.
Either way, continue on, dear reader, and I hope you enjoy the journey.