A/N Well apparently you guys actually like my story. Thank-you to all of my reviewers. I'm trying to make this chapter longer. Well now you shall get to see Pansy's reaction. I hope you all like this chapter. Enjoy! Oh and if you like Pansy, I'm sorry if I offend any of you but, I just don't like her.
Warnings: Slash, (eventually) course language, this is guy on guy if you don't like it or are offended then don't read. Harry/Draco forever!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story.
Part 2
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Pansy just stood there for a little while opening and closing her month as if trying to form words.
Draco was very overwhelmed by her silence until he spoke "Pansy," "Say something, anything." That did the trick and he snapped her brain back to life. "Draco, are you feeling okay," "because something must be wrong, how can you, the hottest guy in Hogwarts be gay and like a Gryffindor no less?" Draco smirked slightly and then pulled his perfect face back to normal, and almost whispered the next words. "Listen Pansy, I can't help the fact that I like guys, Okay," "It's just who I am and I want you to accept that."
"But why does it have to be a stupid Gryffindor, huh?" Draco opened his mouth to say something but Pansy cut him off. "Also, not a single one of those goody-goodies is even worth being in the same room as you." That comment hit a nerve for Draco. "You know what Pansy there not all bad, and I can name at least one Gryffindor who is able to hold his own in a crowd full of people!" Pansy scoffed with a patented Slytherin smirk plastered on her face. "Oh yeah, so who is he, this guy your talking about is he the one you like?"
Draco sighed again, he was really getting fed up with his friend for being so stupid. "Yes, Pansy I am talking about the Gryffindor that I think I like." "Who is he?" Pansy practically yelled, as two first years ran past her looking scared to death at her actions. "Um, well, it's um," "Oh just spit it out." There was an almost urgency in her voice now, like she had to know the latest gossip. "It's the golden boy." Sadly Pansy still looked slightly confused because she couldn't believe the madness that her longtime friend was spewing. Draco sighed, "Well I guess I have to spell it out for you, I. Like. Harry. Potter." "Is that clear enough for you?"
Pansy almost fainted but instead she just lost her footing and fell down on the floor, stunned. "Are you okay?" Draco asked worriedly.
Maybe she wasn't ready to know my secret.
"I'm sorry, I must be going crazy," said Pansy. A/N: Finally she realizes. "I thought you just said that the Gryffindor that you like was Potter." Draco, again, sighed "Pansy you are crazy, but you heard right, I Draco Malfoy like Harry Potter, my "arch nemesis." Pansy now on her feet again, a light bulb suddenly turned on in her head. "Wait, you like Potter more than you like me?" "No, Pansy I don't like you at all, like that," He angrily drew in a breath. "I like boys." At that statement, Pansy felt the tears well up in her eyes and she turned and ran out of the common room.
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Harry is walking down towards the Great Hall for supper, still slightly mad at Malfoy for calling him childish. Then, Harry was smacked on the side of the head by Ron who was apparently talking to him. "Ouch, what was that for?" Harry was holding his head with his left hand a tying to hit Ron in the arm with the other. "Watch out, or you might actually hit me mate." Ron dodged another blow as Harry spoke. "I was trying to, now stop moving." "Oh, just calm down Harry, and stop trying to hit Ron." A voice which seemed to be coming out of nowhere had spoken as if there the whole time. It was Hermione. Harry sighed in defeat and cockily replied, "Yes mother." Hermione just rolled her eyes as they all continued to walk to the Great Hall.
Upon entering the Great Hall, Harry made a quick glance over at the Slytherin table to see Draco, playing with his food, but not actually eating it. Harry must have stopped for a moment because it occurred to the Slytherin that he was being watched. He looked up to see who had the audacity to stare at him without his permission, and he saw Harry Potter standing still and staring at him, it wasn't even a glare, it was just a stare. Then there eyes locked and Harry couldn't help the strange feeling that he had gotten in his stomach upon looking into the Slytherins eyes.
Ron was starting to talk as if to Harry and then he realized that he was still at the entrance of the Great Hall and was staring at Malfoy. Ron, red faced, then broke the spell, as he called Harry's name so loud that it could wake the dead. Harry then blinked and walked over to his respective table and sat facing away from Malfoy.
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Dinner had gone by so fast, and because it was such a nice day, Draco decided to go outside for a little walk. His thoughts slowly drifted back to the start of dinner and his little "staring contest" with Harry.
Why was he staring at me? Was he trying to plan something against me? Why do I have to be gay, and like Harry Potter? I can just imagine telling father about this, I mean normally if I would have told him I was gay and liked another Slytherin he would be mad about the loss of the blood line but he would be happy for me, eventually, but the fact that I like a Gryffindor let alone Harry Potter would be totally out of the question.
Then out loud he says "Merlin, why does this have to be so hard for me to deal with?" "Stupid Potter!" He shouldn't have said it that loud because, Harry and his friends had just walked outside.
Oh no, did they hear me? Thankfully they just continued to walk near him. As they passed him, Draco let out the breath that he had been holding and continued on his walk for a little bit and then went inside and up to his dorms.
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That night from a single thought Harry's mind was whirling all about his "staring contest" with Malfoy, and the weird feeling he got in the pit of his stomach.
Why did I keep staring at him when I could have just sat down at my table and had my dinner without any problems? Why did he stare at me? Does he want to apologize to me for calling me childish? A/N: Let it go already. I don't know why but for that single moment I didn't hate Malfoy, I think I must be coming down with something.
"Hey Harry, Do you want to play a game of wizard chess with me?" Ron asked lazily, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. "Umm actually I was thinking about going to bed early, umm maybe we can play some other time but I'm really tired right now." Harry tried to sound as reassuring as possible. "Okay I will see you tomorrow then?" "Yeah of course, see you later, good night Ron." "NI GH T" Ron said trough a yawn. "Ha, it looks like you could go for an early night too." Harry uttered as he sauntered up the stairs to the boys dormitories.
Harry then changed into his pajama pants but as usual he couldn't find his top. It always went missing but he usually found it the next day. Harry then placed his glasses on the bedside table and slowly drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Lets look at what Harry is dreaming about shall we.
Harry was walking down through the castle dungeons when he heard a voice come from out of the shadows and say. "I want you, every last inch of you is going to be mine."
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A/N: I wonder who Harry is dreaming about. Do you want to find out? If you do then review me and I will try and post the next part up as fast as I can. I hope you liked it.