Summary: Draco Malfoy: 17-year old rich boy. Harry Potter: 17-year old orphan who gets adopted by the Malfoys. The catch? Harry and Draco are both just a little bit gay. The problem? They're practically related.

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I laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of my head with my hand and grinned. "Umm, I'm sorry for .. for laughing at you?" I tried. Hopefully, that was what he wanted to hear from me.His expression didn't change at all. He merely raised an eyebrow and began tapping his foot again.

"Er... And... And also.."

I racked my brain for something to say until aha! A simple-yet-brilliant idea crossed my mind. I opened my mouth, gave Draco the 'I'm-so-adorable-so-you-can't-stay-mad-forever-even-if-you-try' look and hoped for the best.

"And I love you?"

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Harry POV

In all of my 17 years of living (which, really, isn't all that long), I haven't ever said anything as stupid as I love you as a way to apologize to someone. Why? Because:

1) I've never really ever said I love you to anybody who was important or significant to me in any way - except for Draco, but he doesnt really count -, nor have I ever had a reason to say it . Except for this time at at the orphanage when I was seven. I said 'I love you' to a girl my age in front of what could have been the h whole orphanage. Because she was real cute.

2) If I were to apologize to someone, I'd normally do it the intelligent way by saying 'I'm sorry, please forgive me', and if that didn't work, then I'd go straight to the bowing on my knees and the begging for forgiveness, however stupid and embarrassing that is. And

3), Because I love you doesn't make for good apologies.

So why the bloody hell did I say that? I don't really know. Maybe it's because my brain doesn't function normally after being kicked too hard in the bollocks. Or maybe it's because Draco seems like the type to forgive someone after saying I love you to him. OK, maybe not. I just don't know why I used I LOVE YOU as a bloody excuse.

I guess it's just that when Draco Malfoy stares at you with those eyes of his (and not the 'kiss me, Harry!' kind of stare. Nor the 'I want a hug', kind of stare. It was t he 'give me something good or I'll beat your ass', kind of stare), you just get an immediate brain fart and lose all sense of intelligence. Yeah, that's it. I have a brain fart.

Speaking of Draco Malfoy's 'give me something good or I'll beat your ass' stare, right now he's sort of giving me a 'I'm sorry - what?' kind of stare. And it wasn't the good 'I'm sorry - what?' stare. It was the bad stare. Which is just as scary as his 'Give me something good...' stare.

So here I am, giving Draco the I'm-so-adorable-so-you-can't-stay-mad-forever-even-if-you-try' look and hoping against hope that he'll forgive me for whatever I did - which is very unlikely, judging from all of those different stares he gave me - while he's standing in front of me, arms crossed against his chest and looking at me with those pale, gray eyes of his.

And then he opened his mouth.

"Stop doing that face - it makes you look like an imbecile."

And then he hugged me.

He /hugged/ me. Even after I laughed at him. Twice - or was it three times? So basically, all I could do was stand, stare and look like an imbecile while Draco wrapped his arms around my neck. Which felt really, really good, to be completely honest with you.

"I'm sorry, what?" I said, raising a confused eyebrow. Draco pulled away from me and then crossed his arms again.

"Harry, if you're going to apologize, you could at least have the decency to look like you actually want me to forgive you - not look like some pre-pubescent kid giving the person they like the 'I'm so adorable, to date me!' kind of look," Draco explained. "And besides, you look better when you're not all cutesy and large-eyed. Only I can pull off that look, you know that."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"God, you're impossible!

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PREVIEW Chapter 11 part 1 (because it'll be divided in two parts - ha):

draco POV

"Wait, School?"

I rolled my eyes, bringing up one of my hands to rub my temples. "Yes, Harry. School," I said. "You know, the nice, big building where parents send us children to go and learn new things?"

"And by new things, you mean?"

"Well," I paused, thinking of a few examples I could give him. "there's Sex Ed - and basically all they teach us there is sex, and stuff."

"Oh, that's going to be my favorite class," Harry said, raising his eyebrows and giving me 'the look'.

"Oh, yes, I'm sure," I said dryly. "And no, I don't want to have sex right now, Harry."

"Darn."