ACT VI

"I'm such an idiot!" Harry cried out to himself. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! 'I want to go home?' What were you thinking!" It was the day after the party, Harry did not leave his room all day, he has spent most of it crying and yelling to himself. His phone kept chirping with text messages, so he threw it into his desk drawer. "Why didn't you kiss him Potter? Argh!" He kicked his bed angrily and swore when his foot started to hurt. "You stupid boy," he muttered to himself. "Should've kissed him…" Harry looked up at the ceiling and sighed. I have to make this right, he thought to himself. I have to make Draco know that I'm in love with him, not Blaise. … … I know!

A plan started to form in Harry's mind. His tears slowly stopped as he thought out how he was going to tell Draco he loved him. A smile started to play his lips as he stood up from his bed, suddenly excited for Monday.

The first thing he done on Monday was finding Draco. He was sitting at the Slytherin table, eating breakfast. Harry walked up to Draco and took a deep breath. "Blaise and I are not dating, he just asked me to dance, and I couldn't find a way out of it," he said.

Draco turned to Harry. "Alright, that's kind of nice to know," he said.

"And… and I want you to spend the night with me on Saturday," Harry said. "My parents are gone for that wedding, and I think it would be fun if we hang out."

"Sure, sounds like fun," Draco said. "Any plans on what we're doing?"

"Just leave that to me," Harry smiled.

"Alright, I'll leave it a surprise," Draco smirked. Harry nodded and waved to Draco, going back to his table.

"So… you and Potter alone in his house," Blaise smirked as he sat down. "So you finally going to have sex?"

"Fuck off Zabini, it's not like that, we're best friends, nothing more," Draco said.

"Blaise laughed and shook his head. "Man your 'best friends' shit is getting old. It's even getting in the way of my wants. If you hadn't come, I would have had a threesome with Harry and Theo by now."

"If you ever touch Harry again, I'll make sure that you never touch anything again," Draco said calmly, not even looking at Blaise. Blaise Zabini just chuckled and shook his head.

Harry's attitude has been sky high as Saturday slowly came closer and closer. He hummed in the hallways to himself, smiled at everyone he passed, and put all of his determination and concentration at everything he tried. His professors and teammates noticed the sudden attitude change and commented on it, praising Harry for his sudden concentration. His parents left early Saturday morning and Harry spent the entire day preparing. Feeling risky, he locked the door and dressed in only a jockstrap Draco brought for him as he cleaned the entire house, vacuuming the floors, cleaning the dishes, and dusting every square inch. He loved the feeling of just running around doing his chores in the strap, and decided that he'll do it whenever he could.

Draco really helped me with a lot of things, Harry thought to himself. I would have never done anything like this if it wasn't for him.

He had everything planned out. Draco would come in and Harry would immediately declare his love, kissing the boy while wearing nothing but the jockstrap. Then, after they have both declared their love, the rest of the night will be nothing but sexual romance as Harry cooks them a romantic dinner and they spend the night touching each other as they watch a movie. It was going to be perfect! He spent the week researching how to make Draco's favorite meal (a fancy French dish he grew to love in New York), and picking out the perfect jockstrap that matches Harry's shyness.

Harry told Draco to arrive at the house at four. That would leave Harry and him with ample time to kiss and finally embrace in each other's' arms before Harry had to start cooking. At five to four, Harry started pacing nervously, occasionally fiddling with his jockstrap as thoughts started to get in his head. This is a bad idea. He won't show. You're going to scare him. He's going to laugh. He'll hate you forever—

Ding-dong.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Harry jumped and rushed towards it. He stooped and, shaking violently, he leaned forwards to look in the small peephole. It was Draco, who was busy looking down, texting on his phone. Harry took a deep breath and opened the door. "Come in," he said.

Still looking down at his phone, Draco walked in. Only looking up when Harry closed the door. He stared at Harry's body in utter confusion. "Harry… why are you—"

"I love you Draco Malfoy! I loved you for a long time!" Harry blurted out. He leapt on Draco's body and kissed him fully, closing his eyes expecting Draco to wrap his arms around him.

But instead Draco stiffened. Harry continued the kiss, figuring that the stiffness was only because Draco was surprised, but then he felt two hands shoving him roughly to the ground. "What the fuck Potter?" Draco snarled. "Why did you kiss me?"

"I—I—I," Harry suddenly lost all nerve and courage he spent the week building up. His heart was pounding furiously, distressed about what happened. "I love—"

"Jesus Harry, I'm fucking straight!" Draco said. "I like girls not boys! I like tits, cunts, pussy, boobs—not cock! Why the fuck—where did you get such a stupid idea?"

"The—the clothes and—"

Draco's eyes widen in pure anger. His pale face flushed a furious red. "Are you kidding me? You're going to think like that? What the hell? I thought you were smarter than to rely on those stupid stereotypes!"

"You—you're not—"

"No Harry, I am not gay. In fact, I'm offended that you even think that I am," Draco yelled.

"The clothes…" Harry said. Tears were pooling in his eyes and flowing down his cheeks.

"I want to be a clothing designer Potter, I want to design clothes, and I like buying and wearing them," Draco yelled out, as if he was speaking to a five-year-old. "Nowhere, abso-fucking-lutely nowhere in that involves or even hints at me being gay! I thought you were better than that and understood!"

"The touches—"

"I was focused on the clothes! And I am so comfortable in my sexuality and masculinity that I don't give a shit about society's stupid fragile sense of masculinity! I know who I am, and I am ok with that," Draco yelled. "What I'm not okay with is idiots falling into that fragile masculinity and thinking I'm gay!"

Draco huffed and stepped over Harry's body, slamming the door behind him.

Harry stayed on the ground, crying as he curled inward. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid," Harry cried. "You're so stupid Harry!"

He didn't know how long he laid on the ground crying. The sun has long since set, and his nose was face was severely red and puffed, tears staining his cheeks. His heart was effectively shattered into pieces, broken without any hope of fixing it.

It was his phone that shocked him out of his state. Someone was calling him. Harry crawled to the coffee table in his living room where his phone was, not having enough energy to stand up fully. He reached for the phone and answered the call without looking at who was calling. "Draco?" he sniffled.

"No baby, it's Blaise, Blaise Zabini," Blaise's honeyed voice said. "I wanted to see if you were doing anything tonight? What happened?"

"Draco's straight," Harry cried. "I feel broken…"

"No baby, don't start crying… I'll make you feel better, much better," Blaise said. "Don't think about Draco, alright, focus on something else, what are you wearing? Just tell me about your clothes."

"N-Naked… except for a jockstrap…" Harry said. "I should change—"

"No, no don't keep the jockstrap on baby, Daddy Blaise will be there soon to make you feel better. You'll forget all about that Malfoy brat, okay?" Blaise purred.

"O-Okay…"

"Call me 'Daddy,'" Zabini said.

Harry sniffled, his mind and heart disconnected and not working at all. Harry's mind was cloudy as he couldn't think straight, the fragmented pieces of his heart and mind screaming at him in vain, their voices becoming smaller and smaller until complete silence. He nodded. "Okay Daddy… please make me feel better."

"I will baby, I will."