A/N: Hiii everyone sorry this chapter took so long to get out. There is going to be a delay with the next one as well seeing as I need to get everything together for this story and get it back on the track I want it on. I mean don't get me wrong I love this story but I kinda messed it up a little. But anyways I hope you enjoy.

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Denial

Harry trudged up the stairs from the great hall towards Moody's class room. He couldn't believe he had got two whole weeks of this torture to look forward to. Draco only had two days. Harry groaned and ran a hand through his already messy hair, which still to his displeasure was still green and white. He stood in front of the classroom door and just stared at it hating the fact that he would have to go inside in a matter of minutes. A voice from behind him shook him out of his revere and he spun around and came nose to nose with Malfoy.

"Are you just going to stand there Potter or are you going to go in sometime soon. Or if you choose not to go in could you at least move so I can go in?" Harry hadn't realized the blonde was behind him so when he found himself nose to nose with Draco, Harry instinctively took a step backwards. But to his dismay the blonde stepped with him, backing Harry up against the door. Harry's mouth went dry and he didn't know what to say so instead he chose to glare at the knot of Draco's tie which hung loosely around his neck.

"We should go in." Harry finally managed as he quickly spun for the second time but this time to face the door and pull it open.

"About time you two arrived." Snapped Moody from the front of the room. "What were you doing snogging in the hallways?" Moody smirked at Harry's obvious discomfort. He could feel the flush rise up the back of his neck and reach his face. "You two will be writing lines for me tonight. Two hours. Potter you will write 'Don't skip class' and Malfoy you will write 'Don't be late to class' for the entire two hours. Now I have to go meet Professor Dumbledore and the rest of the professors outside. Continue working, and if you should get out of line I will know." Moody pointed to his eye that was swiveling around and stalked out the door, his wood leg clanking along the stone tiles.

Harry sighed and choose a desk to right and began pulling out parchment, ink and a quill. He popped the lid off the ink and was about ready to get to work when he noticed that Draco hadn't moved and was staring at him.

"Need something?" Harry dared to look at the blonde and almost wished he hadn't. Draco was leaning up against one of the desks in the room, his arms folded across his chest, silver blue eyes staring daggers into Harry. Harry quickly looked away and back to his paper.

"When did she give it to you?" Draco suddenly asked as he made his way to the empty seat next to Harry.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry began to write his lines trying not to look at the Slytherin Prince who was now sitting on his right watching him intently.

"Honestly Potter have you no brains at all?" Draco sighed and reached across Harry to grab his left arm and pull it towards him.

"Apparently not." Harry mumbled as he now realized what Draco was talking about. He let Draco pull the sleeve of his robe up to reveal the locket which shone brightly in contrast to the dimly lit classroom.

"I never meant for you to get it. I never meant for you to ever find out. I figured if I gave it to Pansy my feelings about you would die out and I could go about loving her like I'm supposed to. But I guess she already knew. So again, when did she give it to you?" The rush of information had Harry's head spinning.

"Christmas, she had it wrapped up in a little box with a note saying to meet her in the owlery that night. So being the curious Gryffindor I am, I went." Harry said.

"You weren't afraid of getting hexed to pieces or something?" Draco asked eyeing Harry doubtfully.

"I figured if she was going to do something the locket would have been cursed or the box would have blown up, something. I wasn't expecting what she told me though. She told me about how you had given it to her but she knew you didn't really love her that you loved me. Then she told me I should wear it so you could see it.

"But I didn't. I hadn't even planned on ever wearing it. That made her furious. But one day I had it out, just to look at it, and then I got pulled from my dorm by Moody and didn't have time to put it away so I wrapped it around my wrist and that's where it stayed."

"I see." Draco still had a hold of Harry's wrist and was holding on to it like he would disappear or something. "So you didn't believe her?" Draco asked, Harry could feel the pain that rimmed his voice.

"No I didn't. I thought it was all some sick joke you Slytherin's had made up. But then it attached itself to me and Snape explained what it was."

"Wait Snape saw it?" Draco interrupted and groaned when Harry nodded his head. "I am dead. I am so dead. What did he say about it?"

"He just laughed at me and, he, he told me to take care of your heart." Draco gave a halfhearted laugh and stared down at his own blank parchment. They sat in silence for the next half hour before either of them said anything.

"I thought your hair was supposed to be back to normal by now." Draco said observing Harrys hair.

"It's not normal yet?" Harry nearly yelled running his hands through his already messy head of hair.

"Here stop." Draco grabbed one of Harry's hands in an effort to make him stop the assault on his hair and drew his wand with the other hand. Harry instantly flinched backward and made to reach for his wand when Draco spoke. "I'm just going to fix your hair Potter."

"Yeah well excuse me for being worried about you having your wand pointed at my face." Draco just rolled his eyes as he muttered a spell to dye Harry's hair back to its normal black color.

"Uhm, thankns I suppose." Harry ran another hand through his hair as if he could feel what color it was by touching it. Draco didn't answer but kept on writing his lines. The two hours were almost over before Harry spoke again.

"What are we going to do?" Harry asked seriously.

"About?" Draco never even stopped his writing.

"The locket. How do we get it off of me?" Harry explained with an exasperated sigh.

"We don't." Draco stated coolly and Harry just stared at him unbelieving what his ears were telling him.

"What do you mean we don't?" Harry asked gathering his things as the two hours were up and he briefly wondered where Moody was.

"I mean just that Potter. I won't stop loving you anytime soon so get used to the bloody thing." Draco said haughtily standing up and facing the door to leave.

"Why not? What did I ever do to get your attention? Like you said before why can't you just love Pansy and not me?" Something in Draco snapped because he dropped his bag and turned to face Harry head on.

"I cannot love her Potter she is not my type and I will not stop loving you ever so get used to it. The second I saw you in that blasted robe shop I wanted you. For this bloody long potter I have wanted you and you weren't even within reach. Yet I loved you. You think I'm going to give up now? When now I actually have your attention? No. Not now not ever." For the second time that night Harry found himself backed up to a solid surface by Draco Malfoy. Harry glared at Draco and meant to grab for his wand but was cut off by Draco grabbing both of his wrists and pinning them above his head.

"Let me go Malfoy!" Harry struggled against the taller boys hold but couldn't break free.

"No Potter. Not until you understand." Harry had just enough time to realize what was happening before Draco's mouth was on his. Harry didn't expect this from the blonde, if he expected anything. But even more so is he didn't expect the reaction from himself. Draco pulled back almost instantly and Harry made a noise protesting. Harry quickly tried to cover the sound with a cough but Draco had heard and was smirking down at him.

"Enjoy that Potter?" Harry didn't have time to answer, because in a second flat Draco's mouth was back and Harry was kissing him back this time. He didn't understand why but all he knew was this was right and nothing anyone said could prove it wrong. Draco let go of Harry's wrists only to place his hands on his waist in order to keep Harry pinned to the wall. Harry let his arms fall around the shoulders of the boy in front of him without ever breaking the kiss. When the finally came up for air both boys were panting hard and neither knew where to go from there.

"We should go before Moody catches us like this." Harry finally said pushing against Draco with his hands. Draco grabbed them and held them there.

"Let him." He murmured trailing kisses down the side of Harry's face. Harry couldn't find words, just the smell of the blonde was intoxicating him and he couldn't find the will to push him away.

Finally Draco seemed to understand the consequences if they were caught so he took a step back and released Harry's hands. Both boys turned and headed out the door. Harry stopped and turned towards Draco who was headed towards the staircase.

"You love me." Harry stated it, it wasn't a question to him anymore.

"Yes." Draco said matter of factly without turning to face the Gryffindor.

"Why?" Harry asked taking a step closer to the blonde.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. If I remember correctly we both still have detention? Am I right?" With this the blonde turned and gave Harry a genuine smile and then proceeded to make his way down the staircase. Harry stood watching him for a moment before heading up the many flights of stairs to Gryffindor tower.

As he made his way into the common room he scanned it for Hermione. She and Ron were sitting in front of the fire with rolls of parchment and books lying in front of them. Harry sat down on the floor opposite the side Ron was on and started pulling his homework from his bag.

"How was detention?" Hermione asked without looking up from the book she was scanning.

"Fine just had to do lines about how I'm not going to ditch class anymore." Ron laughed and Harry couldn't help but join in. Hermione gave them both stern looks and snapped her book shut.

"You most certainly will not be skipping anymore classes. Harry exams are coming up you need to be ready for them."

"I will be Hermione don't worry." Harry looked down at the essay he was trying to write. But Hermione didn't seem to want to give up the subject.

"Harry with everything that's going on you have to focus. I mean the locket, the tournament and exams. It's nothing to take lightly Harry." Ron looked up from his parchment that he was doodling on to stare at Harry.

"What's she on about Harry?" Ron asked looking at them both in turn.

"Cedric asked me to be his partner in the final task and- Hang on! Hermione how did you know about that?" Harry asked looking at her intently.

"I- Uh- Well I found out about it from Krum." A red flush was rising in the brunettes face and she quickly looked down at her notes.

"I see… But yeah anyway no big deal about that really and then this locket-" Harry paused and held up his wrist for Ron to see. "Is a declaration of love that I am unable to get rid of." Harry wasn't quite sure he wanted to tell Ron that the locket was from Draco.

"Who's it from?" Ron asked

"Idunno." Harry quickly lied and looked to Hermione in order to tell her not to tell on him. She sighed and shook her head but didn't say anything more on the subject. "But I promise you Hermione I am focusing and I will be ready for exams." Harry reassured his friend. She looked at him doubtfully but answered him anyway.

"Alright Harry I believe you, just promise me you'll be careful?

"I promise." With that Harry stood up repacking his half-finished essay into his bag. "I'm going to head to bed now. That detention tired me out." Harry didn't exactly lie to his friends but he was tired and really just wanted to sleep and think about what had happened with Draco.

"I'll go with you." Ron added hopefully in a desperate haste to get away from Hermione's study session.

"Oh no you will not Ronald Weasley. At least Harry wrote half his essay, you barley have two words." Harry gave his ginger friend and apologetic look and headed for the stairs towards the boys dorm. He laughed at his fiends arguing about whether two words were sufficient work or not.

With an exasperated sigh Harry flopped down on his bed not bothering to pull the covers down or get undressed. Within about five minutes the Dark haired Gryffindor was fast asleep. And this time his dream was entirely different.

The blonde figure stared at him from his perch in the tree which was slowly gaining leaves. It was no longer covered in snow and ice and Harry quickly noted that the boy in the tree wasn't shivering or wrapped in a cloak. But his face still had tear stains running down them. As Harry processed this he began to climb the tree to reach the boy.

As he slid next to him Harry didn't know what to say. It was different this time he was sure of it. He turned his head to look at the blonde sitting near him. In return the boy gave him a small but sad smile. But he wasn't looking at Harry's face his mercury gaze was focused on the locket wrapped to Harry's wrist. Harry followed the gaze and offered his hand to Draco. As Draco took Harry's hand a burning sensation ran through his entire body and quickly jerked his hand back.

"You can't love me. I am no good for you Harry." Draco's voice was soft and thick laden with tears. He cupped Harry's face with his hand and the same burning sensation filled Harry as the hand was taken back and Draco shoved himself backward from the tree.

"NO!" Harry screamed in protest but he was too late and couldn't grab the blonde.

As Harry was about to jump from the tree the dream changed and Harry realized he was deep under the surface of the black lake. Harry swam aimlessly he couldn't figure out which way was up, everything was so dark. He had just opened his mouth to scream when a familiar head of hair flashed through the seaweeds in front of him. Harry made his way quickly, pushing through the dark green strips of leaves until he came out facing a huge underwater castle and Draco, tied to a wooden post just fifty yards off. Harry realized then that he must be in the Tri-Wizard tournament. One thought was filling his mind. He had to get Draco to the surface. He swam as quickly as he possibly could. As he neared the blonde it was obvious he had been underwater for quite some time. Harry tugged at the ropes that bound Draco and had them quickly undone. He grabbed ahold of the blonde boys' waist and started tugging him towards the surface. As they broke the surface Draco flung his eyes open and was gasping for breath. He turned his gaze towards Harry and sliver met green and the dream changed again.

They were standing in what appeared to be an empty class room. Harry turned toward the blonde on his left and his breath quickly left him. He didn't think any human could possibly be so beautiful, especially not Malfoy. But that wasn't what caught Harry's eye. The boy in front of him was cracking. Long slender blue lines were contorting his features, making him look as though he were made of stone and had just fallen from a terrible height. Harry didn't know what to do. He frantically put his hand to Draco's face in attempts to possibly stop the cracks from spreading. But Draco just gave him a sad smile.

"Help me Harry." Harry meant to say that he would but it came out as a muffled sob, he hadn't realized tears were coming down his face. With that Draco shattered into dust in Harry's hand. Harry screamed in denial, wanting the boy back together again, but he couldn't move. The scene blurred and Harry kept sobbing Draco's name over and over not even aware of his house mates watching him with weary eyes, or the fact that Ron was shaking him into consciousness. But Harry finally did come around and with a startled gasp looked up to his best friends worried face.

"Harry, we thought you were having a fit or something mate. Are you okay? We should be getting ready soon classes start in 45 minutes." Ron eyed Harry with a look of deep concern. The othe occupants of the room were gone now. Either to the showers or down to breakfast, Harry didn't really care but was glad for the privacy after such a horrible dream.

"I'm fine Ron thank you." Harry nodded to his best friend and slowly stood stretching out his limbs, and wiping away the remaining tears from his eyes.

"Want to talk about it?" Ron asked from across the room while pulling his robes across his broad shoulders.

"No, it wasn't anything important." Harry knelt down in front of his trunk idly digging through it looking for a clean shit to wear.

"So crying and screaming 'Draco, Draco' isn't important mate?" Ron had finished dressing and had gathered his things and was sitting on the foot of his bed facing Harry waiting for an explanation.

"I actually said his name? Harry asked bewildered. He had never sleep talked before and he couldn't understand why he would start now. He pulled his night shirt over his head and pulled on his last clean T-shirt.

"Yeah, the locket, it's from him isn't it? Hermione won't tell me but I had my suspicions." Ron was now turning a lovely shade of red. The sight almost made Harry laugh out loud but instead he turned away from Ron and pulled on a pair of pants and a white button up shirt. "I never would have thought Malfoy to ever be bent. The way he's always all over Parkinson and whatnot." Harry half laughed at this thought as he remembered the potions lesson.

"Yeah extremely shocking." Harry said as he gathered all of his things.

"You know we could have a hell of a time bashing him for this. I mean after all the bloody jokes he's made to you and me he kind of deserves it." Harry couldn't tell what exactly Ron was thinking but he could see a plan forming in his eyes. For whatever reason Harry felt compelled to stop whatever thoughts Ron was having.

"Ron leave him alone please." Harry had meant to say nonchalantly but it came out sounding more like a plea. Ron looked over at his best friend in disbelief.

"Oh come on Harry, just a small little joke? You know he deserves it." Ron had intended to go father with his statement but the glare he was receiving from Harry stopped him short. "Harry you cant tell me you're in love with him too?" Harry shook his head frantically, appalled that Ron could even come to that conclusion.

"Gods no, Ron. I just don't want to start any trouble with him until I get this bloody thing sorted out." Harry held up his arm as evidence.

"Those things aren't a joke Harry, I would know. Fred gave one to George for his sixteenth birthday. But the thing is they didn't really know what they were doing and George is still stuck wearing it. Mum and Dad did extensive research on how to take them off but they still haven't found anything." Harry groaned loudly as they made their way into the common room. It was mostly empty seeing as classes started in 20 minutes.

"You two better hurry up or you won't have time to eat." Hermione called to them from the portrait hole. With that thought in his mind Ron quickly ran to catch up to Hermione, the issue of Malfoy and the locket dropped.

One word kept circulating in Harry's mind though and he could find the will to go and eat breakfast.

"You two go ahead, I'll meet you in potions I left my book in my trunk." Harry called after them. They both turned to look at him but he waved them on and they soon disappeared down the staircase.

Harry had indeed not forgotten his book at all but simply wanted time alone to think. 'bent' Ron had said. At any other moment Harry would have laughed with Ron and said a man would have to be crazy to not want women. But then he thought back to what had happened the night before. Harry sighed and headed down toward the dungeons. Could Harry be bent as Ron had said? No. Harry slammed the thought firmly down in the back of his brain and was even angry at himself for thinking such stupid thoughts. He should be worried about school and the stupid maze Cedric had wanted him to help out with. 'I am not gay. I do not like Draco Malfoy. I will put a stop to this once and for all.' Harry approved of this new revelation of his and decided he would not think of Malfoy anymore. And that night in detention he would make his feelings loud and clear. He wasn't even sure why he had let Malfoy do what he did anyways.

With that final thought still ringing in his head he made his way down the last flight of stairs to the dungeon classroom that he had come to hate so much. He had thought to himself on more than one occasion that he would probably be and alright potion student if he didn't have to worry about Snape breathing down his neck every ten seconds and criticizing every move he made. But there was nothing he could do that would change that so he pushed open the door and quickly scanned the room for Ron or Hermione. He found Hermione only a few desks away from where he stood and made his way to her. But not before he spotted the blonde in the very front row on the far side of the room. Harry told himself not to look again but the first image of Draco was already printed in his mind. He looked as though he hadn't slept in weeks and spent every day crying. Harry also noticed that deep purple bruises lined his wrists where his robes didn't quite cover.

"Hi Hermione." Harry said to the brown haired girl. He sat down next to her and stated to pull things from his bag.

"Harry, why did you tell Ron?" Hermione looked at Harry now with a sad worried expression plastered to her face.

"What do you mean? I didn't. He figured it out. I guess I sort of talked in my sleep last night." Harry looked around the classroom hoping to spot Ron somewhere. "Why Hermione what did he do?"

The girl just shook her head and nodded to where Malfoy sat all alone. "Ron, Dean and Shemus made a joke of him in front of everyone at breakfast. Of course he denied it, but even his own house turned against him. Blaise, Pansy all of them. He ended up storming out. Some people say his father met him on the grounds after hearing the news. But no one knows for sure what exactly happened."

"Well he sort of deserved it." Harry quoted Ron form earlier this morning. "I mean after all he's done to us Hermione, he deserves a taste of his own medicine."

"Harry! How can you say that! I thought you, I thought you loved him too." Hermione avoided looking at Harry directly as she said this. Harry was astounded.

"Hermione, no. Absolutely not! How could I ever love him? Not only is he on the wrong side but he's male Hermione! Male. I don't go that way. I never have and I never will." Hermione just shook her head sadly and turned away from him.