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Draco jumped when he saw the time. He had been sitting at lunch doing a bit of extra work and he only had five minutes to pack up and get to arithmancy. He started thinking about when he touched Potter's hand yesterday, and why the other boy flushed. He thought it was cute, but then he shook his head to clear it. Cute? Really? That's what his mind came up with? He needed to stop hanging around Theo. He shot out of the Great Hall like a bullet and dove for the corner. When he rounded the corner, he ran into someone and sent them both sprawling to the floor with Draco on top.

He pushed himself up. "Ow! Watch where you're… Potter?"

He finally saw who it was that he crashed into. The position of their bodies, that they were pressed against each other, and how close Draco's face was to Harry's caused them both to heat up in embarrassment. Then they realized that they were both aroused.

Draco sprang up at once, Helping Harry up with an offered hand. They were both blushing furiously. "I, uh… sorry," Draco said before shooting off to class. 'What the FUCK was that?!' he thought. He stood outside the classroom for a minute to calm himself down, then braced himself for house points to be taken away due to his lateness.

Meanwhile, Harry was still in shock. He had just gotten hard and very hot over Malfoy. Draco Malfoy! A guy. Was he gay? No… he definitely had feelings for Cho and Ginny last year, even though the thing with Cho ended badly and what he felt for Ginny was fleeting. She was his best friend and sister, now. It seemed for a moment that Malfoy wanted to kiss him. He had been just as flustered as Harry was… and aroused, too.

This was bothering Harry something fierce. He had found Malfoy attractive. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't he go on with his life and kill Voldemort, marry Ginny, and have a couple of kids? That would have been so much easier. But life has never been easy on Harry. He was very glad that Rita Skeeter was forever banned from Hogwarts – if she wasn't, the entire wizarding world would know their 'chosen one' was a pouf before morning. She would have conveniently left out that he has had relationships with girls. … A girl. Ginny didn't count. He walked outside for his free period; he needed to clear his head.

"Harry, are you sure you're alright?"

"YES, Hermione!"

She huffed, but didn't look convinced.

"Leave the bloke alone, Mione," Ron said, shoveling dinner into his mouth.

Truthfully, Harry was not alright. Every time he snuck a glance at the blonde Slytherin, his thoughts would go back to the moment in the hallway and his face went hot, his body tingled, and his stomach lit on fire. What the hell was happening to him? Maybe he should talk to Hermione about it… she'd know what to do. Then again, he didn't want her to think he was a freak. In the end, he decided not to tell her.

In the meantime, Ginny was trying to set him up with girls. "How about Parvati? She's very pretty."

"No."

"Okay, um, Luna?" Harry gave her a strange look that made Ginny laugh. "Okay, no."

Hermione and Ron said their goodbyes as they went off to class, Hermione reminding Harry that he'd be late if he didn't leave with them. He told her to go on ahead; he'd be in DADA soon.

"What about Romilda Vane? She fancies you, you know."

"No, Ginny. I'm not interested in them."

Ginny huffed. "Well go out with Malfoy, then!" Harry's voice caught in his throat and his face flushed again, but thankfully, Ginny thought it was from rage. "Oh for goodness sakes, Harry, I was only joking. Anyway, time for class. See you at practice later! Ta-ta!"

Harry shook his head at the girl who was one of his best friends. He no longer felt anything for Ginny but friendship and loyalty. She was made his co-captain because she was organized, responsible, and very loyal to him. Their friendship was strong, which made for a good duo to run a quidditch team.

On his way to defense, Harry wasn't paying attention and nearly bumped into Malfoy again, who was walking towards him. They grabbed each other to steady themselves.

"Potter, we must stop meeting like this," Draco said, smirking. Harry smiled awkwardly, then let go of the blonde. "You have one minute, by the way."

"If we only have one minute, why are you going in the opposite direction?"

"Not that it's your business, but Snape sent me to get something for him." Draco walked swiftly past Harry and down the rest of the corridor.

"Alright, let's practice the formations Ginny and I showed you. Let's get out there."

Harry's team cheered and held up their brooms, then followed him outside to the pitch. As this was right after dinner and they all had their brooms at the table in the Great Hall, Draco knew they were having quidditch practice so he decided to follow and watch. Pansy and Blaise joined him, for which he was grateful. It would look weird if he went alone.

He sat on the stands and leaned back against them in a cocky, arrogant pose to keep up appearances. He sneered when Weasley – Ron – gave him a glare.

"What's he doing here?"

"He's just watching, Ron. Keep your concentration on the quaffle." Harry found it odd that he didn't care as much as he should have about Malfoy sitting in the stands with his friends.

"Yeah…" the redhead grumbled. "Until he starts singing 'Weasley is our King.'"

"So sing the Gryffindor version in your head, then. You can't let him get to you. Besides, you should feel honored that the Slytherins pay enough attention to you to write a song about you." He smiled when Ron smirked, and turned to the rest of the team. "Alright, positions everyone! I'm letting out the bludgers and the snitch!" Not too long after, Harry took the quaffle and threw it to Ginny, who zoomed off to try and score on her brother.

Draco's heart raced along with Harry and found himself silently egging Harry on to catch the snitch. When he realized this, he scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. "This is ridiculous. It isn't fun when we're not belting 'Weasley is our King.' Let's go."

"Oh come on, Draco," said Blaise. "This is a great opportunity to watch and learn from them."

Draco grumbled.

"Sourpuss," Pansy muttered. Draco glared at her. "Well, you are! What's got your knickers in a bunch? You've been mighty grouchy, today."

"Probably finally found out he's gay," Blaise snorted, then laughed outright on the scandalous look on his best mate's face. "You should see your expression!"

"What the HELL do you mean, finally found out?! I'm as straight as they come!"

"Right, with the OCD and fussiness about your hair and clothes, you're surely the straightest there is," Pansy said, giggling. However, when she saw the look on her friend's face, her smile fell. She put a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Draco, we're only joking," she said gently. "I'm sorry if we offended you."

Draco was trembling with rage and embarrassment. He was so ashamed of the fact that his friends might actually be right.

"Yeah, man, sorry," Blaise added. "Are you… alright?"

"Fine."

"How about we go to the common room?" Pansy suggested shakily. She rarely saw her friend that angry and defensive. Defensive… could there possibly be something he was trying to hide? She glanced over at Draco, who shrugged.

"Sure."

She shared a concerned look with Blaise, who looked just as confused and worried as she was, but they let it go. They walked ahead of Draco, who lagged behind to catch one last look at Potter. When he felt his stomach flutter at the black tousled hair and the way he gripped his broom, Draco shut his eyes for a moment, turned back around, and followed Blaise and Pansy to the Slytherin common room.

He, however, couldn't think so he told them he'd go for a walk to clear his head. They nodded in understanding and asked him nothing. They were great friends, really. Knew when to not say anything.

'Fuck.'

Harry kept stealing glances at Draco, who was not hard to spot because of his platinum blonde head. Once in a while, he caught Draco staring at him and felt something bubble inside him. Was it happiness, or the need to show off? He couldn't tell. Then he felt disgusted at himself. He didn't care if other people were gay. Hell he even knew a few, guys and girls. Theodore Nott from Slytherin was very openly gay. But he didn't want to be. He knew he was attracted to girls, too, but this whole Malfoy thing was throwing him for a loop. If he was straight, he wouldn't have gotten hard when Malfoy fell on top of him and he wouldn't get hot and bothered every time Malfoy sent a glance his way. He shook his head and focused on practice. They still had two more hours of rigorous exercises.

After quidditch practice, he made his way up to his dorm and promptly fell asleep. During the next few days, he and Draco had been glancing at each other and only once or twice caught each other. Harry was forced to work with Draco once more when Ron was having another ADD moment and couldn't concentrate.

Draco and Harry barely looked at each other during that class and the one time they did, they looked right back down at their ingredients again, Harry's face red and both of their hearts racing. Both boys were wondering about this odd change, but Draco had more important matters to attend to – such as the vanishing cabinet.

I know it was still kind of short, but the next scene I want to add would have made this chapter too cluttered, and it would have made the story seem to go way too fast. Thank you for reading!