Warning: Yaoi (homosexual themes), don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer:

Me: This is a "Fan fiction" so, everyone should assume I am simply a fan writing fiction…

Harry: Hmmm… Could you say that again please?

Me: No. Just because I don't own you, doesn't mean I can't play with you!

Draco: snickers

Me: Why are you laughing? You're on bottom.

Draco: … W-what?!

Me: Well what were you expecting?

Harry: Well that's one consolation… I guess.

Draco: groans Please shut up now… All of you.

This is a SPECIAL thanks to my dear friend Tandokude, who will now be referred to as Moose-chan… Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!! Moose-chan is my editor/beta/advisor/muse/whatever-the-hell-you-can-think-of… She is awesomely awesome, and makes these chapters more… Pretty! So, everyone, lets bow our heads for seven seconds to appreciate the lovely Moose-chan!

(AN: this is sixth year… Slughorn does not exist.)

--(Now, on with the show)--

Harry Potter and the One At Fault

-Who's Fault?-

"I think you've got it Harry." Hermione said with a kind smile. She had helped him with his essay the night before, and had taken the time at breakfast to go over it one last time. Harry thanked her and put the parchment into his bag, careful not to wrinkle the edges of his perfected essay.

Ron groaned as he reviewed his schedule. "Double Potions with Slytherin. Damn, now we've gotta deal with Malfoy. Today's gonna be hell." Hermione scolded him.

"You should have known that Ron, we've had this schedule for two weeks now!" Harry tuned out their playful banter and focused on a blond teen, three tables away.

Draco was holding a scone and was attempting to cover it with some sort of jam. The small teen was having difficulty evening out the red substance. Eventually he gave up and brought his smothered breakfast to his mouth, but when he took a bite, he smeared jam all over his cheek. Groaning, Draco stretched his tongue to the side until he was able to lick off the sweet substance.

Harry laughed at the boy and continued to watch him. Today was going to be a good day. After all, he had Double Potions with Draco.

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Harry entered Snape's classroom with a sigh. Looking around, he saw an empty seat next to Neville. His eyes searched for a certain blond, and found Draco sitting next to Zabini. 'Great', He thought, 'Now I can't even look at him… Zabini might notice and make a fuss.' Harry paused his thoughts. When had he become so fixated on the blond boy? Harry didn't know when it started, but he did know he wanted to talk to the younger teen more. He had the sudden urge to find out everything he could about Draco.

Harry sighed again and sat next to Neville. The pudgy boy was fidgeting with his robes and making a poor attempt at looking cool. Harry's thoughts drifted as the class was allowed to talk for a good twenty minutes. Snape seemed preoccupied and the students took advantage of the free time.

Finally, Snape cleared his throat, "Now. As you all know, you have two major essays to be written this year. Most teachers believe it wise to assign them at the end of the semester. However, I do not agree. Therefore, I am assigning one now." The entire class looked absolutely terrified. Even Hermione looked unnerved.

"After you turn in your assignments on moonstones, I will tell you your assigned partners." The class groaned. Table by table, the Gryffindors and Slytherins turned in their homework. When they were all seated once more, Snape cleared his throat again.

"Close your mouths and listen, I will only say this once. Mr. Weasley, you're with Granger. Patil, you are to work with Ms. Brown. Ms. Parkinson, with Mr. Blaise" The class was in a state of shock. Snape never let them work with friends. He listed off pair by pair, all of which were friends in the same house. Suddenly, Neville whimpered, startling his nearby friends.

"Guys… W-why is Professor Snape smiling?" Everyone turned to look at the greasy haired man. He was indeed smiling, but it was not the kind of smile that made you feel warm inside. It was the kind of smile that made you want to run very, very far away.

"Mr. Potter, you are partnered with Mr. Malfoy." The class was silent, waiting for an enraged outburst. It never came. Harry was playing with a piece of scratch parchment, and Draco had turned the slightest of pinks and was tracing the grains on his table. Harry's eyes darted to the blond, then back to the parchment he was defiling - a trace of a blush adorning his cheeks. Snape's "smile" widened.

"Now, I have some topics on the board, you and your partner are to choose one, research it, and write your essay. I want no less than five feet." There was a thud. Harry glanced around and saw Neville on the floor. The poor boy had fainted.

Snape talked a while longer, then gave them a simple potion to concoct for the day, allowing them to work with whom they wished. Harry stepped carefully over Neville's sprawled form and walked towards his trio's usual cauldron.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I just… I don't know how I'm going to be able to get this done now. Snape paired everyone else up with a friend! What did I do to deserve this? Draco hates me!" Harry threw his hands up, exasperated. He dumped some ingredients into their potion half hazardously, and began stirring them in, taking his frustration out on the assignment at hand. Ron and Hermione exchanged glances.

"Yeah, it's gonna be tough, but maybe something good will come out of it. Like… I dunno, maybe you'll get blackmail or something." Ron offered. Harry sighed and stopped complaining. After all, hadn't he gotten what he'd wanted? A chance to talk to Draco? Yeah, life's a bitch. He focused on their task, not noticing the anxious looks he received from a certain blond.

Poor Neville was forgotten and woke up six minutes late for his next class.

--(Previously)--

Snape watched the vermin scuttle into his classroom. Yes, vermin. His frown deepened as they contaminated his sterile sanctuary with noise, pointless chatter, and utter cheerfulness. Students disgusted him. They prattled on about their miniscule problems when the world was in a state of disarray! They had absolutely no respect for fine, intelligent men such as himself, and they certainly had no respect for one another. The disgusting creatures trampled on one another, creating a man eats man world. Now, normally, Snape would have been happy to watch the 'things' devour each other, but today he had a severe head ache and needed an outlet badly.

The grumpy man scanned the room for his favorite pupil. Draco was sitting rather morosely in his chair. It seemed like his wounds were healing nicely, judging by the fact that he could sit comfortably in his seat, but it was apparent that they had not been treated yet.

Snape's eyes moved to follow Zabini as he made his way towards Draco. 'There', Thought Snape, 'Now he should be happy, he doesn't have to sit next to the Potter brat today.'

Snape was shocked to find himself rather mistaken. Draco glared at Zabini as he sat next to him. The blond's eyes shifted to the last empty chair, next to the Longbottom brat, and towards the door, just as Harry walked in, blushing and turning away immediately when he saw the older boy walk in. The teen mimicked Draco's actions in reverse, first finding the empty seat, then locating Draco. When the raven haired boy saw Zabini, he scowled causing Snape to fight down a smirk. He had found his outlet. If he were right about his newest hypothesis, he would have plenty to smile about later. He allowed the 'vermin' to chatter on a bit longer, as he opened his mind in search of his godchild. After all, while Harry was doing his best to lock him out, Draco had no defense against legilmency whatsoever.

He felt his conscious sync with Draco's and he began to pick up on the blond's thoughts and memories. It was as he suspected. Draco was thinking of the Potter brat. Snape saw images of Harry crying (which greatly amused him), and then a flash towards Harry cutting himself (which, was oddly not a surprise). Next he saw Draco dragging Harry towards the infirmary. Interesting. Obviously Draco didn't hate Harry or he wouldn't have helped him… Either that or he still felt indebted.

Images swirled again and he saw Draco watching as Harry removed his bloodstained shirt. Snape's eyes scrutinized the younger teen's actions, noting all the while how Draco's eyes roamed over Harry's body, not missing the blond's obvious blush. It must be his birthday! Draco Malfoy liked Harry Potter, and judging by the irritated look on Potter's face, Draco's feelings were reciprocated. The oblivious idiots! Snape scoffed. Well, wouldn't it be fun to 'play' with the two a bit? Snape felt the smirk tug at his lips again as he cleared his throat for class. This, was going to be simply wonderful.

--(presently)--

Harry stared. And stared. And stared. And -

"Harry! Will you quit staring?! You two are scaring me!" Hermione glanced at the blond boy three tables away, then back at Harry. They had been staring at each other for ten minutes straight, and both of them looked increasingly frightened. Harry sighed and broke the eye contact. He had been a nervous wreck since Potions, and even Professor Flitwick had noticed during Charms. He had allowed Harry to go the infirmary if he wished, but Harry declined the offer.

"Sorry, Mione, it's just… This is crazy! I mean, I'll have to be nice and everything… I have to do well on this, but I mean, come on, we've NEVER gotten along. We've always hated each other!"

Ron cleared his throat. "Actually, he did offer to be friends with you, remember? Back on the train in our first year." Harry paled and looked away. Hermione looked intrigued. "Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, well… He told me people like Ron were scum. I got mad and turned him down, rather harshly. I mean, I suppose he couldn't really help it, he was probably raised that way."

Ron raised an eyebrow. "Are you defending him?" Harry looked back. "I - no… No, it's just, you've seen Lucius, you know what he's like. Imagine having him for a father." Ron paused for a moment, then grinned. "Well, I mean, he probably treats Draco like gold." Harry blanched at the thought. He remembered the last time he saw how Lucius 'treated' Draco.

"Harry… You okay mate? Hey, you know I was just kidding right? It would be awful. You know, to have a Death Eater for a father, and -" Harry shook his head, "No, no… It's not that… Just shut up for a moment." Ron looked shocked but complied. He looked at Hermione and cleared his throat. "Right then, I'll be in the common room, we can talk about our topic later." Hermione nodded. "Alright, I'll be there in a while."

When Ron was out of earshot, Hermione turned to Harry. "Harry, what's wrong? You've been acting really weird lately." Harry looked up at her, her brown eyes were wide with concern. Harry sighed. It wasn't right of him to worry her.

"Well… You see… I helped Draco out the other night, and I mean REALLY helped him out. It was awkward. Then, yesterday, he… Well… He caught me during a… Weak moment." Hermione's brows furrowed.

"You don't mean… Harry! I thought you'd stopped that last year!" Hermione scolded.

"I did! I did…" Harry said, in an attempt to sooth his worried friend. "I just had a small relapse. Zabini really messed with me you know? I just… I didn't even know I was doing it. Anyway, Draco took me to the infirmary." Hermione looked puzzled. "He did?" She inquired.

"Yeah. I was about to thank him, but he kind of got sick, from looking at the blood or something. Anyway, he left before I could really say anything. Now… We've both helped each other, which means we don't hate each other. So, now, I don't know where we stand." Harry sighed rather dejectedly. "I don't know how to act around him anymore."

Hermione smiled. "That part's easy. You just act like yourself. Be polite, and wait to see how he reacts. He's still Draco Malfoy, so be careful, but cut him some slack. He didn't choose his parents." Harry snorted in agreement, then sighed. "I guess. Anyway, don't tell Ron about this… Or that I… slipped. I don't want him going all 'mother hen' on me again." Hermione giggled. "Alright, I'll see you at dinner then." Harry nodded and began to finish his lunch.

--

Six, five… Four, three two… One - no wait, wait for it… One. Harry inhaled sharply. The last student had officially cleared out. He and Draco were the only ones left in the Great Hall. The two made eye contact then quickly looked back at their respective tables. 'Great', Harry thought, 'How the fuck are we going to get anything done like this?' In the past they could have just sworn at each other, argued, and gotten their own part done. Now… It was much more complicated. Suddenly, someone cleared their throat and both boys' heads shot up simultaneously.

Dumbledore stood, in all his glory, directly between them, two tables away from each, his magenta colored robes sweeping the floor in a most majestic manor.

"My my, and here I thought I would find this room empty by now." The old man chuckled and made his way to a platter Harry could've sworn disappeared at least twenty minutes ago. The headmaster picked up the entire tray and began to make his way back. He paused, between them again, gesturing with the tarnished silver in his gnarled hands.

"Fancy a cream puff?" Both boys shook their heads, bewildered. "No? Alright then, Ta!" He made his way to the big doors and paused. He turned back to them, his eyes a bit more serious.

"Isn't there something you boys should be doing? Like… Working on an essay perhaps?" Draco looked shocked, while Harry was simply amused at Dumbledore's display of his vast knowledge. The headmaster gave Harry a wink, and with one last nod to both boys, he strode out of the room, his robes billowing about him in a fashion only he could produce.

After a moment Harry burst out laughing, startling the other boy. "Now that, Draco, is the perfected art of subtlety."

"What?" Draco asked.

"Never mind. Do you… Er, do you want to go to the library to work? I'll bet most people are working in common rooms because they're all in the same house. That way, we'll get the place all to ourselves." Harry asked as politely as he could.

Draco, with all his poised Slytherin mannerisms turned up his nose and said, "You don't call the shots here Potter. I do, and I say… Er…… Oh what the fuck, let's go the bloody library." Harry smiled and followed the flustered teen out of the Great Hall.

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Draco fumed as he led Harry to the library. This was messed up. Ha! That was the understatement of the year. No, this was SO fucking messed up, Draco wouldn't have been surprised if Severus put on bright pink robes and pranced around him merrily singing Christmas carols, because at this point, nothing would have made Draco's life more complicated. He should be threatening Harry, and be making fun of that dumpy Weasley woman. But he couldn't. In fact, he wanted to be nice to him. Draco shuddered. That was so wrong. So very wrong. He couldn't even imagine how bad he'd get it if his father knew.

His father had been the one who urged him to befriend Harry in their first year. But that had been different, and it hadn't gone very well. He could still remember his father's words.

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'Son. This is the year you will be entering Hogwarts. You know what is expected of you. You are to uphold your name, and to excel. You should know that this is also the year that Harry Potter begins his schooling.' Draco briefly imagined what the other boy would be like. His father continued, his voice sounding cold, like ice. 'It would be wise of you to gain his favor. The Dark Lord would be pleased if we reigned him in a bit. Put him in a… Closer position to Him. Do you understand?" Draco had merely nodded and followed his father to the train, watching as other young wizards and witches stumbled through the entrance looking frazzled, yet excited.

He smiled to his mother, and mirrored his father's curt nod, leaving them for the first time as he boarded the train. When he walked between the small compartments, he heard laughing and loud voices. Curios, he looked in the compartment from which the sound was emitting. He gasped as he saw the emerald-eyed boy from earlier that week. He had seen him while getting his robes done! His eyes drifted upwards and he caught a glimpse of a lightening bolt on the boy's forehead. That was Harry Potter!? Draco fidgeted nervously and looked around the compartment. He saw a beautiful snowy owl, mounds of candy, a dead looking rat, and a red-haired boy. Draco snorted. A Weasley. His father had told him about them. Lowlifes, his father had called them. 'They cheat, lie, and take what's ours.' His father had said. Draco couldn't see anything wrong with this boy, in fact, he seemed rather nice. But his father was always right. Even when he was, well, wrong. His father's word was law. Draco sighed and his eyes wandered back to the laughing raven haired boy. He might as well do what his father asked. His hands trembled as he pulled back the sliding door…

--

Draco peeked over his shoulder. The stupid raven haired idiot was grinning and staring into space. Draco sighed. All he knew was that for some reason, he wanted to be Harry's friend. Ugh, that sounded so stupid! But maybe, maybe if they had met under different circumstances, and Harry hadn't been… Well, Harry Potter, then maybe they could've been friends.

Draco thought about that. He'd really only ever had Pansy. All his other 'friends' were merely for the sake of his father, and his fellow Death Eaters. He wondered what it would be like to have a friend that had nothing to do with the Dark Lord's inner circle. It would be nice, but… This was Harry-fucking-Potter! That was an absolute no! Why was life so damn complicated? Draco squared his shoulders. He'd let the 'boy who lived' make the moves. If Harry was willing to make nice, then he could make the effort, and maybe this time around things would work. Maybe if Harry did the talking this time, things would turn out differently. Draco took a breath and pushed open the giant doors, stepping into the library.

--

The two sat in an almost-but-not-quite comfortable silence, flipping through books. Their topic, much to Harry's delight, was human transformation. Harry was covering the polyjuice potion (with regards to his second year), the Metamorphmagi (in regards to Tonks), the Animagi (with regards to his father), and the common werewolf (in regards to his old professor Lupin). Draco was covering transformations from the darker points of views, all of which (Harry was sure) were quite illegal. They sat there for twenty minutes before Harry became tired of the silence.

"So, Draco, are you finding everything all right?" Draco shot him a glare and returned to his reading. Harry tried again. "Erm… So, how do you think Dumbledore knew about…" Harry trailed off and sighed. He just couldn't find any common ground. They were in for a bumpy ride.

--

Harry skimmed his book as he thought of things to say to Draco. He just couldn't find a way they could connect. They were opposites in almost every single way. They didn't even like the same quidditch teams. Wait. Quidditch! They had quidditch!

Harry cleared his throat nervously. "So… Erm, Draco, does Slytherin need any new players for the quidditch team this year?" Draco looked up, obviously shocked at the sudden change of topic.

"Er, yeah, we need a new chaser. We're holding tryouts next Friday." Harry let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, and allowed himself a small smile. They were making small talk. He and Draco were talking. It had nothing to do with Voldemort, and there was no shouting. They were talking. Harry shivered.

… Hell had officially frozen over.

--

Harry and Draco sat, lounged in large armchairs, their books long forgotten on the table a few feet away.

"I'm telling you that didn't count! He drove the bludger straight at him! Completely unfair." Draco smirked at Harry's morals.

"Potter, you play much to much by the rules! You've got to have a little… Wiggle room. You know, leave room for interpretation." Harry frowned. "Besides, you're a little unorthodox yourself Potter. Who was it that caught the snitch in his mouth in our first match?"

Harry laughed. "You remember that?"

Draco smiled slightly. "Well, it's not everyday you see someone attempt to eat the winning points." Harry snorted. "It was disgusting, it fluttered around in my mouth. I felt like I was going to puke." Draco sneered, "Yeah well, you looked like you were going to puke."

Harry frowned. "Well, you know, you and that rouge bludger were chasing me, I didn't have much of a choice." Harry complained. "Rouge bludger?" Draco questioned.

"Yeah, Quirrel was trying to kill me." Draco's eyes widened. "Quirrel? Oh… Yeah, that was when he… On his head…" Harry's eyebrows rose.

"You knew about that?" Draco snorted. "My father is Lucius Malfoy. Of course I knew." Harry glared. "Then you must have known what he wanted." Draco frowned. "Well, there was that stone… And, also…" He trailed off looking uncomfortable. Harry swallowed. "He almost killed me Malfoy."

Harry did his best to block the memories rushing back. He could see Quirrel, unwrapping his turban. He tried to picture what should have been the back of his old professor's head, but images of a horribly frightening face pushed through his conscience. He remembered the ropes tying him down, burning his wrists. He remembered the fire, everywhere. Harry could almost feel the searing heat of the flames as they licked the nearby stairs. He remembered the weight of a certain stone in his pocket. He didn't want it! He couldn't protect it! He remembered Quirrel, coming closer. That horrible face still talking, screaming. The raven haired boy remembered reaching out, and grabbing his professors face. He could still remember the way the man had burned and crumbled at the touch of his fingers. Harry pushed the images back again. Farther back this time. He wanted to be done with those now.

Harry looked down, but he could still feel Draco's eyes on him; studying him. They were testing the waters, and they were getting too deep.

Harry forced a smile. "Well anyways, maybe if you hadn't tried to show off on that stupid broom of yours, I wouldn't have been forced to use extreme measures." Harry wiggled his eyebrows. Draco scowled. "If you recall Potter, I fell on my arse "showing off", and it was in front of my father and everything!" Harry winced. "Yeah well, maybe if you had a little more coordination on a broom, you wouldn't have fallen off!"

Draco glared. "Fuck you! I fly better than you can Potter!" Harry laughed, "Please Malfoy, I can out-fly you any day, in any weather, under any circumstance." Draco growled, "I'd like to see you try chicken shit!"

Suddenly a harsh voice interrupted them. "Shush this instant. The both of you!" Shouted Madam Pince. "And I will not tolerate that type of language Mr. Malfoy! Now out. Out!" The elderly woman proceeded in chasing them with their books out into the hall.

The two ran as fast as they could out of the room. Gasping for breath Harry frowned. Then muttered, "That, was your fault Malfoy!" Draco looked up through a layer of bangs and growled.

"What the hell are you talking about, you insulted me first!"

"Yes, but I wasn't the one who flipped out, and started yelling and swearing."

"You yelled too!" Draco growled.

"Admit it! You got us kicked out! It's your fault!"

"Hell no! It's your fault!" Draco countered.

"No, it's your fault, you pansy!"

"It's your fault, scar face!" Draco shouted.

Harry hissed. "It's your fault!"

"It's your fault!"

"It's-" Suddenly, two books flew out of the library, and smacked them both on the head. Draco winced and clutched his already wounded skull. Rubbing the slowly forming bump ferociously, Draco growled. "Now that was your fault." Harry looked down the few scant inches to the younger boy, scrutinizing him. Seeing his determined, flushed face, he burst out laughing.

"This is stupid. I don't even know why the fuck we're arguing anymore." Draco himself was bewildered as he watched the older teen put his books into his bag, and straighten up. Still chuckling, he turned to face Draco.

"Well, whatever it was that we were arguing about, I still say it's your fault." He said, winking.

Draco's face colored and he tried to find a retort. "It - It's not! It's…" He trailed off, watching as Harry began to walk away. He already felt a sort of melancholy setting in as the other teen's absence was noted. Suddenly, Harry waved back to him.

"Catch you later Draco."

The pink in Draco's cheeks developed into a healthy shade of red. 'Damn!' He thought, 'All he does is say my name, and he's got me blushing. What the fuck is wrong with me?' He didn't know why he was reacting like that, but he did know that he had enjoyed spending time with Harry. He also knew that he was looking forward to whenever Harry's "later" was… Fuck… He had to talk to Pansy.

--

"And then, he said, 'Catch you later Draco.' He said my name! He definitely doesn't hate me."

Pansy smiled at her friend. "Did you feel any of those snakes in you stomach?" Draco frowned slightly. "Only when he looked right at me. Or, this one time, he touched my hand when he passed me a book. Oh! And when he said my name… That's all." Pansy's smile widened.

"Well you don't hate him, so what do you think that means?" Draco cocked his head. "I don't know. I guess it doesn't really matter." Pansy sighed. "Draco, do you remember what you said to me when you saw Harry for the first time, before you knew it was him? Back in Madam Malkin's shop when you were getting your robes done?" Draco fidgeted. "You told me he had the prettiest green eyes."

Draco snorted. "I was ten! I can't be held accountable for the stupid things I said." Pansy sighed again. He just wasn't following her. Suddenly, she had an idea.

"Well then, do you want to hear about my day so far?" Draco shrugged and said, "Sure."

"Well, it took a while, but I had finally ditched Zabini during lunch, and was walking back to the common room when I saw this boy. He was a seventh year from Ravenclaw. Absolutely gorgeous. Blond hair, dark brown eyes… Just yummy!" Draco raised an eyebrow. "Anyway, he looked me in the eyes, and it gave me butterflies - you know, that nervous fluttery feeling?" Draco frowned. "Then he nodded his head at me and said, 'Afternoon Ms. Parkinson', and I nearly shivered at the sound of his voice. I don't even know how he knew my name! But his voice… His voice just made me melt." Draco's eyebrows furrowed.

"Then, he brushed past me, his shoulder touching mine for just a second, and I couldn't breathe." Pansy finished with a devilish grin." Draco grit his teeth.

"I see what you're getting at Pansy, but that is NOT funny." Pansy sighed and tried to reason with her stubborn friend, "Why are you being so difficult? Why can't you just accept that your story and mine are the same?"

Draco growled. "I do not get butterflies in my stomach when I'm near Potter." Pansy giggled, "Fine, you get very manly snakes and frogs of attraction." Draco blushed. "I am not attracted to Potter!"

"What makes you so sure?" Draco threw up his hands in exasperation. "Well for one thing, we've NEVER gotten along before now, and for another, he's a guy for Merlin's sake!" Pansy paused for a moment. "…So?"

"So?! Are you kidding me?" Pansy shrugged. "Honestly Draco, it's not that big a deal. Dean and that Seamus kid have been together for, like, a year. Parvati and Lavender are 'friends-with-benefits' whenever they're both single, and Millicent swung both ways. I know for a fact that pretty Weasley girl, Ginny, practiced kissing with Luna Lovegood. She was worried that she wouldn't be very good when Dean asked her out, even though everyone knew he was only doing it for appearances sake. And besides, Luna is a hardcore lesbian, she just doesn't broadcast it. It's very common now a days."

Draco flushed. "But this is Harry-Fucking-Potter… I don't like him!" Pansy frowned. "Why not? What's not to like. I mean, I was rude to him and all, but that's only because I thought you hated him… He's pretty good looking. I bet he's got great abs." Draco blushed as he remembered just how great Harry's abs had looked, then realized what he was doing. "Merlin! Do you even know what you sound like? Can you hear yourself?! I can't like him! I'm not even gay! And for the last time, he's HARRY-FUCKING-POTTER!"

Pansy cocked her head. "How do you know you're not gay?" Draco spluttered and tried to form coherent sentences, "I-I don't like guys! I've never liked guys!" Pansy stared at him, penetrating him with her gaze. Her next words were painfully blunt. "Have you ever liked a girl?" Draco's cheeks tinted pink, and he stuttered again. "W-well, t-that's different… I… I've never really had the time." Pansy smiled. "Then how do you know? Don't knock it 'till you try it."

Draco hissed. "Oh really, have you kissed a girl?" Pansy sighed. "I made out with Padma a couple times… You know, Parvati's sister - very good looking. Anyways, I decided it wasn't for me" Draco was astounded.

"You… You actually… With Padma." Pansy laughed. "Yep." Draco glared at her. "Why didn't I know about this? I thought you told me everything!" Pansy smiled at his frustration. "I don't kiss and tell Draco, besides, at the time, it was her secret too, I couldn't betray her like that, and she really was a nice girl." Draco simply stared at his friend, as if she had suddenly grown bat wings and a third eye.

Pansy cleared her throat. "Now, I want you to do something for me." Draco looked at her suspiciously. "What?" Pansy smiled. "Tell me, who's the prettiest girl you can think of?" Draco paused. "Er, I guess that Fleur Delacour girl." Pansy shook her head. "Of course, all guys go for the veela. Now, close your eyes and picture yourself kissing her." Draco frowned at her, but did as he was told. Pansy watched as his frown deepened and he scrunched his nose. The blond opened his eyes. "That… S-she's a bad kisser. She's like a dead fish!"

Pansy laughed. "Kay, now, picture yourself kissing Harry." Draco's eye's widened. "Pansy! No, there's no way I'd -" Pansy smacked him lightly on his wrist. "Shut up and do it… If you're so sure, the just prove me wrong."

Draco grumbled and closed his eyes. He began to blush. "Pansy, I'm not sure how I should… I don't know what to…" Pansy placed a hand on his shoulder. "Pretend I'm not here. Pretend Harry's here, next to you on your bed. Harry's shirt is… Unbuttoned." Pansy smirked as Draco swallowed. "Imagine him brushing your hair back. Now he's leaning towards you. Kiss him."

Draco blushed hard. He couldn't stop the images! He could see himself kissing Harry. His hands were tangled in the other boy's unruly locks, pulling him closer. Their lips moved in sync, while their tongues danced, the kiss becoming more and more heated. Draco could feel the lust radiating off the Harry, lust that was equally matched. He longed for - no, needed more. The older boy's hands seemed to hear his silent plea for contact as they traveled down his chest, going lower and lower until they reached his belt. Harry's hands reached for the buckle - Panicking, Draco's eye's shot wide open. That was not supposed to happen! Pansy was examining her fingernails.

"I take it he kisses better than Fleur?" Draco blushed crimson.

"Fuck." He whispered. "Fuck! Pansy! Why? Why couldn't you let me be blissfully unaware?" Pansy sighed and patted him on the shoulder. "Because I want you to be happy, and I think Harry could make you happy."

"Fuck Pansy! I don't even know if Harry's gay, or bisexual! And even if he was, why in the world would he want me?" Pansy stroked her friend's cheek. "Draco, everyone feels that way. You just have to try." Draco looked down.

"Yeah, but not everyone has to see if the person they like is gay. They also haven't been enemies since they were ten! He's 'the boy who lived'! And I'm… I'm just the son of a Death Eater." Pansy frowned.

"That's your problem Draco! Your pompous ass is too caught up with titles. Why don't you try forgetting that for once! You aren't a Malfoy, and he isn't a Potter. You're just two boys that go to the same school."

Draco's lip trembled. "But Pansy, I can't forget… My father… Do you know what he would do to me?" He whispered. He couldn't even think of his father's response. He'd thought he'd seen the full extent of his father's wrath the night he'd… Well, hurt him. But this was far worse. He could only imagine what his father would do to him. Draco swallowed, feeling rather sick. "Pansy, if he ever found out… He might kill me!"

Pansy hugged him. "He won't find out. I'm not asking you to go tell Harry you want him to fuck you senseless." Draco blushed again. "I'm just asking you to make nice, and shoot for something… More." Draco sighed.

"Okay… I need to go think… Wait! Pansy! What do you mean 'fuck me senseless'! What makes you think I'd be on bottom?!" Pansy snorted. "Oh please!" Draco huffed undignified. "Ugh, I'm leaving you, you wretched woman!" Pansy laughed. She got up and walked to the door before him. "Draco, just… Think about what I said, kay?" Draco nodded. "Oh, and Draco? I never kissed Padma." She smiled evilly. Draco's face contorted with anger and he jumped up. "You little… You fucking tricked me!" Pansy laughed then ran out of the room. Draco ran after her. He was going to kill her.