Chapter 4

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Warnings: Language, and suggestiveness but hardly anything worth getting excited over. Wait I didn't mean that, I hope this chapter is excite worthy! Enjoy!

"You mean the staring contest that I won? Yeah, it was fun." Harry couldn't resist rubbing it in a little. He flashed Draco a smirk that looked exactly like one of the blonde's.

Draco scowled.

"How did it feel Malfoy? How did it feel to be beaten by a Gryffindor?"

Draco smirked. Harry was being very Slytherin and he liked it. This snakey attitude suited Harry.

"Blaise was distracting me."

"What a lame excuse! Why can't you just accept that I won?"

"I have accepted that you won, I was just telling you why. Why don't you try having a staring contest with someone screaming in your ear! Speaking about Blaise…"

'This is it Draco, you have to tell him now, before it's too late. Just spit it out."

"Blaise is trying to get you into bed." Draco blurted it out before he could stop himself.

Harry's eyes widened in shock, his eyebrows raised and his mouth open slightly. Then he snorted.

"Why? I'm straight, he's straight. What's the point?" Harry tried to sound casual.

Draco thought it was cute that the raven-haired boy was trying to deny his sexuality. Heck Draco thought Harry was cute all the time. Right now, there was a pinkish tinge to his cheeks, he was nibbling his lips in a way that Draco found extremely appealing and his hair was all ruffled.

"Drop the act Potter, we both know you're about as straight as a roundabout."

'Fuck, he knows. Should I deny it? What's the point? Draco's gay too. But how did he find out?"

Draco answered his silent question.

"How do I know? Well, not too long ago, me and Blaise-"

"Blaise and I." Harry corrected smirking again.

"No it was me and Blaise; you were with Seamus." That wiped the smirk of Harry's face.

"Very witty, Malfoy." Harry said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I thought so. Anyway, we were walking along the 7th floor corridor-"

"What were you doing there? You guys weren't about to slip into a broom cupboard of your own were you?" Harry teased.

"Are you going to keep talking over me? Or are you going to let me tell the fucking story, Potter?"

"I'm not hearing you deny it Malfoy."

"For fuck sakes Potter, is that one of your sick fantasies? Do you like imagining me and Blaise having sex in a broom cupboard?" Draco smirked.

Harry blushed.

"It is?" Draco could have laughed out loud.

"No!" Harry said mortified.

Draco raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"It isn't! God you're such a prick." Harry said exasperated.

"That may be Potter, but so are you. Anyway we were doing our prefect rounds and we heard some strange noise coming from a broom cupboard. We decided to check it out. We opened the cupboard door and there you two were. He was giving you a hand-job. I cleared my throat to inform you of our presence but you were too… engrossed in what you were doing that you didn't hear us. Blaise motioned for us to leave you to it so I did, thinking it was probably the only action you could get."

Harry blushed again.

"Tell anyone and I swear to God Malfoy I will murder you." Harry said, trying (and failing) to sound aggressive. It came out as more of a plea than a threat.

"Don't worry, Potter, your secret's safe with me. Although, I don't understand why you have to keep your sexuality a secret. You shouldn't be ashamed of who you are."

"I don't need you to give me a life lesson, Malfoy. Just tell me what you wanted to tell about Blaise and go." Harry snapped, knowing full well that Draco was right.

"Oh, it appears that I have touched a nerve. It's 'cause you know I'm right isn't it, Potter?"

"I don't need your bullshit, Malfoy. Either tell me or get lost."

"OK, ok! Like I said, he's going to try and get you into bed. He has these sick little 'projects' where he sets his eyes on someone and decided to try and get them into bed before a certain date. He doesn't care how he does this; in previous situations he's bought them expensive gifts, taken them to special places, even told them he loved them when he clearly didn't. Then as soon as he's succeeded, he leaves them and breaks their heart. You are his next project."

Harry took a deep breath; this was a lot to take in.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I don't want you to get hurt" Draco mumbled.

"Sorry, I couldn't quite catch that."

"I said: I don't want to see you hurt ok?" Draco flushed."So, urm I'm going to go now. Bye Ha- Potter." He really was extremely embarrassed that he had admitted to Harry he didn't want him to get hurt. He also cursed himself for almost calling him Harry. He really needed to get out of there before he said anything else stupid.

Meanwhile Harry was on cloud nine. Draco had said he didn't want him to get hurt! That had to be a good sign right? At least Draco didn't hate him anymore.

The sun was setting now and dinner was soon. Draco stood up quickly and started to leave when he felt a hand grip his arm. He gasped at Harry's touch which sent a shiver down his spine.

"Don't go, Draco." Harry said, trying to keep the plea out of his voice.

"Why?" Draco said steely; though inside he was jumping for joy that Harry had called him 'Draco' and not Malfoy.

"I-I urm, thanks. For warning me about Blaise. And as much as it pains me to admit it, you're not half bad Malfoy." Oh so it was back to Malfoy.

"You know, I liked it when you called me Draco, Potter. You should keep that up."

"That hardly seems fair since you're still calling me Potter."

"OK, Harry then."

Harry grinned and went back to looking across the lake. Draco sat down next to him and looked to.

To anyone else looking, this would have been strange. Draco and Harry sitting next to each other calmly, with no swearing, shouting or hexing. But to the two boys sitting by the lake, it felt perfectly natural. They both felt safer than they had ever done. Harry was still being scrutinised by the Daily Prophet about claiming Voldemort was back. Hardly anyone seemed to believe Harry's account of what happened in that graveyard the previous year. Draco was under so much pressure from his parents, especially his father. Lucius Malfoy had been a crap dad, trying to force Draco into becoming a Deatheater. Draco had resisted so far but he didn't know for how long he could carry on. However, sitting with Harry, watching the sunset across the lake (as sappy as that sounds) made him forget all of his worries. The same went for Harry, Voldemort who? They continued to sit in silence stealing glances at one another and smiling wickedly. Harry broke the silence,

"This is strange."

"It is?"

"Well no, I feel quite comfortable. But… we're enemies, Draco."

"We don't have to be." Draco said; his voice barley a whisper.

Harry laughed. "That's good, because I'm tired of pretending to hate you."

Draco laughed too. "You don't hate me?"

"No, I'm just a very talented actor. I admire you actually. You've always known what you want and will just do anything to achieve that. It isn't really a bad thing. It's just ambition, conviction. I always wonder what it would have been like if I had accepted your offer of friendship that day. I would have probably been put into Slytherin and we would have been roomies!"

"Then I would have been the person that got no attention because their mate is 'Harry Potter- the Boy Who lived'. I don't know if I'd have liked that, though at the moment, I'd like nothing more than to disappear, and have no one look at me or talk about me ever again. Sometime I just want to go to sleep and never wake up, just so I don't have to worry about all the shit in my life." Draco fell quiet.

"No offence, Malfoy. But what could possibly be wrong with your life?"

Draco was so angry. How dare he? How dare he think his life was perfect? He had no fucking idea. With as much venom as he could muster, he spat out,

"You don't know me, Potter. You think you have the hardest life, everyone wanting you to defat you-know-who. Everyone wanting you to fight for the light, all your parenting figures there to help and support you. Wow, such a hard life. No one's could be harder right? Wrong. Just imagine how it feels to be me. You know my father is a Deatheater, has it ever crossed your mind that he's trying to make me into one too? No, because you don't give a damn about anyone else's life. Just as long as it doesn't affect you, you don't care."

To say that Harry was shocked was an understatement. Lucius Malfoy was trying to force Draco into becoming a Deatheater? He managed to stammer out,

"B-but you're only 15."

"Oh thanks for telling me that, Potter. I hadn't noticed."

"Listen, I'm sorry ok? I'm sorry for just assuming that your life is perfect. I know it's not. You're not thinking of-" He paused, wondering if he should voice his doubts.

"What? Becoming a Deatheater? I have no intention of becoming a Deatheater, Potter."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please call me Harry."

"Ok." Draco said coldly. He was still irritated at Harry.

"And, don't do anything stupid."

"Ok. Anything else? Would you like a foot massage while I'm at it?" Draco snapped.

"Yes… there is one more thing." Harry said slowly.

Draco raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Be my friend."

"Your what?" Draco asked in complete disbelief.

"My friend, you know someone that you talk to and have a fun time with and-"

"I KNOW WHAT A FRIEND HARRY!"

"So….?"

"Er… sure." Then with a sly grin he said, "Though, if you wanted to be my friends you should have accepted my offer in first year."

"You were an arrogant git in first year, that's why."

"I was no such thing."

"Urm yes you were, saying how you thought you were better than all the other wizars just 'cause you're pure-blood."

Draco sighed in resignation, sensing there was no point in arguing with Harry.

"Now about this Blaise thing," Harry said.

"What about it?"

"Blaise should know being straight or gay isn't a light switch that you can switch on or off. Your either gay or you aren't."

Draco looked at Harry in admiration.

"Those are very wise words, Harry. Though I think people who are bisexual might disagree with you on that point."

Harry sniggered, he hadn't thought of that! But the way Blaise had just decided it was tie to bed a male sickened him.

"It's dinner soon, Draco. Let's go."

They boys stood up, Harry pausing to wave goodbye to the Giant Squid and made the walk back up to the castle. Draco pushed the front door and they stepped into the Entrance Hall. Harry took a deep breath, preparing himself for the reaction he would get when he walked into the Great Hall with Draco. It appeared Draco was also doing this, as his eyes were shut tight and his fists clenched. After they had both visibly relaxed, they entered the Great Hall and as they had both predicted, silence fell at once. All eyes were on them as they made their way to their prospective house tables. After the stunned silence was over, a loud whispering hum began and more obvious looks at Draco and Harry occurred. Harry looked up to the staff table. McGonagall's lips were pursed but she looked smug. Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling. Hagrid looked slightly uncertain and Snape looked disgusted.

Eve as the food appeared on the tables, the students were barley paying attention to their plates and goblets. No all their attention was on Draco and Harry. Harry flushed under the stared and started to push his food around on his plate without actually eating it. Finally Draco could stand it no longer and stood up onto the bench he was sitting on, causing all the students to gasp.

"I really don't see what the big deal is to be honest. Yes so I entered the Great Hall with Harry, so what?" There was another gasp. Draco had called Harry, Harry! As if he sensed what was running through the other student's minds he said,

"Yes, I called him Harry. It's because we're friends now." The loudest gasp of all. Professor Trelawney actually fell out of her seat. "Oh get a grip." Draco snapped. Then he proceeded to sit back down again.

Harry turned to Ron and Hermione, who both had quizzical looks on their faces and muttered,

"I'll explain later."

They accepted that and started eating. Gradually everyone else followed their lead and the hall was filled with the steady hum of normal conversation. That is until Blaise stood up onto the bench too and said,

"And I fancy Harry Potter!"

*gasp!* I wonder what will happen next? I seriously do, I haven't written chapter 5 yet! Please review, t motivates me to write more! Hope you enjoyed it! I think I use exclamation marks too much! Oh well!

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