Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter *sobs into her Slytherin scarf*

Warning: If you don't like slash leave now and never come back!

Hope you like this, it's kinda an experiment with proper Drarry, not the gender-bent fluff of my main story. Hope you like it! (Yes the first paragraph is taken straight from the Half Blood Prince).

Harry looked around; there was Ginny running towards him; she had a hard, blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

After a few seconds Ginny pulled away. Harry was surprised. Shocked even. The look on her face only made him more confused. She looked disappointed, as though she'd opened a parcel to find something she already owned.

"Harry," she whispered looking concerned, "Why don't we step outside for a second".

Harry nodded dumbstruck and followed her out of the portrait hole. When the portrait hole swung shut behind them, Ginny dropped Harry's hand.

"Harry, I'm really sorry, but..." she hesitated, steeling herself visibly, "I thought I had feelings for you, but I guess I was wrong. I just... I didn't feel anything back there. I don't think I feel that way about you anymore." She looked pleadingly into his eyes which were starting to sting. "I'm really sorry," and with that she pushed back through the portrait hole.

The Fat Lady clucked in sympathy. "You poor dear; if she doesn't appreciate you, you deserve better".

Embarrassed, Harry started walking aimlessly in the opposite direction to the common room. Anything to get as far away from there and sort out his feelings.

He found himself heading towards the library, perhaps for the serene calm of the place, or perhaps because he hoped to run into a fellow sympathetic pupil, he didn't know why. He entered the book jungle, and wove his way past shelves and shelves, finally coming to rest on a comfy seat tucked away in a corner. He started to try and decide how he felt about this new development.

He'd had feelings for Ginny for a while now, being jealous of Dean Thomas when he caught him kissing her, and various times when he'd been around her he'd felt something deep inside him stirring. But now? Had he felt anything when they kissed? In the confusion of her rejection, he couldn't remember. This just deepened the dark pit of confusion he was falling into.

"Hey Potter. What are you doing here?" The unmistakeable voice of Draco Malfoy cut through his musings.

"Leaving," he stood up making eye contact with the blonde intruder.

Draco looked embarrassed. Ducking his head and breaking eye contact, he said "Jeez Potter, I didn't mean it like that".

"How did you mean it then?" Harry said, his anger diffusing a bit at the vulnerable looking boy standing in front of him. Flopping back down on the seat, he replied.

"I'm escaping".

"What from?"

"I think you mean who from. But what's it to you?" His anger was back sevenfold. He wouldn't give Draco the satisfaction of his weakness.

"Seriously Potter! No need to bite my head off! What have I ever done to you? In fact, don't answer that..."

"Why are you acting like you care all of a sudden?"

"Because I came here to hide away from everyone, and I found you here instead. You've never really struck me as someone who enjoys their own company, and quite frankly I'm curious. What you say here never leaves here, if you'll extend the same courtesy to me. You look like you need to talk."

"I guess... Since we're being all sharing and caring why don't you tell me why you were trying to get away?"

Draco looked embarrassed again. "I guess there's a lot of pressure on me to be something I don't want to and to do things I want to do even less. I feel like I can't be who I want, like I have to be the opposite of myself".

"Really?" Harry looked up, curious. This boy who usually hid behind smirks and taunts was bearing his soul to him. This boy whom he'd thought had always – and always would – hate him.

"Your turn," said Draco, scuffing his shoe on the carpeted floor.

"Well, after your little revelation, mine seems quite lame. Ginny rejected me".

Draco looked up, eyes blazing. "Well that little tart didn't deserve you anyway!" he raged.

Harry was shocked by this sudden anger. Draco realising his mistake, muttered "well that's what I think".

Harry responded with one eyebrow raised, "You really have no right calling her a tart you know. You hardly even know her".

Draco flushed furiously and said, "Well she was leading you on and all the while fucking around with a different guy each week practically; I don't know what you even see in her!"

Harry sighed. "To be perfectly honest neither do I. When you put it like that the facts are rather irrefutable". He shuftied aside on his seat and motioned for Draco to sit down. Tentatively, the blonde boy perched on the edge.

In that moment, in the grey of the deserted library, with the boy he previously would have dubbed 'sadistic', Harry felt more open than ever before. Maybe it was the earnest eyes of the boy sitting awkwardly on the edge of his seat, or maybe it was the comfort that he felt inexplicably with this boy, but any caution Harry might have had was thrown to the wind and blown into the stratosphere.

"I always thought that she had real feelings for me you know? When I was with her, I felt something in here-"Harry gestured towards his chest, "-and I thought that was like, love or something ridiculous like that. But I guess not. Just there, before I came here, she kissed me just to see if she had feelings for me still. Can you believe that? Doesn't even think of my feelings that might get all torn up by her little experiment. You're right. She's an absolute tart". Harry was ashamed to feel tears well up in his eyes.

Draco's eyes were lit up with indignant determination. He said, almost to himself, "She really truly never deserved you. You deserve someone who is prepared to go through hell and back for you. Someone who cares about you too much to put you through this. You are too good for her".

At his words, Harry's tears overflowed. Great wrenching sobs wracked his body. He felt vulnerable, but strangely comfortable with Draco. He knew he could never cry like this around Ron or Hermione. Hell, he didn't even know why he was crying a combination of confusion about Ginny and Draco's kind, determined words most likely, or maybe it was years of bottled up emotion let out in one.

"Shit, Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry!" Harry could sense Draco's awkwardness. After a few seconds hesitation, to Harry's surprise, he felt a warm pair of arms wrap around him.

They sat like that for a while, encompassed by Draco's arms, the comfort he felt helped him reduce his sobs to the occasional hiccup. Eventually, Draco pulled away. Harry felt the absence of him immediately, and he didn't like it.

"Here I am, acting like a drama queen, while you're the one with the real problems. I'm sorry. You must think I'm such a jerk".

Draco shrugged. "Truth be told, I don't think my problems matter right now. Not here".

Harry cocked his head and looked into the eyes of this enigma of a boy. He truly didn't seem to care about his own troubles.

Changing the subject, he inquired, "So if Ginny doesn't deserve me, then who does?"

Draco opened his mouth as if to say something, then hesitated. He looked away, then looked back up. His eyes flashed once again with that determined look, and suddenly, Harry felt Draco's hand on the back of his head, and Draco's lips on his.

So review please? If you like it that is :) I think there'll be at least one more chapter, but only if people like it, I wouldn't want to enforce a crappy story on the FanFiction community!