Day Five:

"I came to check out this support group but things have kind of been majorly sucking lately and you were there and i didn't even know anything was wrong but we've known each other for months, what gives?"

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"Oh hell…" a voice said when Harry walked into the room. Looking up from his shoes, his eyes widened when he saw Draco Malfoy staring at him, a look of pure shock on his face. Harry was sure his own expression mirrored the blond's.

"Um… Draco, hi."

"Hey," he said quietly, suddenly not making eye contact. "Everyone welcome Harry into the circle."

"Hi, Harry." They spoke in unison, all staring at him. A couple people scoot over and Draco dragged a chair into the vacant space.

"Now, Seamus," Draco continued as Harry sat down. "What is it you were saying about fire?"

"Everything I touch seems to explode or burn. Everyone I care about seems to be torn out of life for some reason or other. I can't get close to anyone."

"Why do you think you feel this way?" Draco asked. Harry didn't need to look it up to know he was in charge of the meeting. But he also knew that the leaders also have their own problems.

"I don't know! I tried getting at my dad's rum when I was eleven and the bottle exploded! I tried to tickle some friends with a feather and somehow it caught fire and burned. I tried telling my best friend that I like him but ended up accidentally lighting his shirt on fire with the candle behind him. I can't get close to anyone!"

"Take a deep breath, Seamus, and we'll come back to you." He nodded reluctantly and scrunched his eyes closed.

Slowly, they made their way around the circle, each person saying what was on their mind. Finally, they reached Harry.

"So, Harry, what is it that brings you here today?" Draco asked, a neutral look on his face.

"My parents died, as you know." He stated, trying not to think about it too much. He couldn't let it get to him.

"I'm sorry," Draco said. "How did they die? Talking about it might make it easier to face."

He already knew how, of course he did. He'd been the one to recommend going to a support group to Harry because of what was happening.

"In a car crash." He looked directly into Draco's grey eyes. "They died in a car crash."

Draco looked into Harry's green eyes and cleared his throat awkwardly, but Harry beat him to the punch.

"Why are you here? Other than leading the meeting, I mean."

Draco looked everywhere but Harry for a moment. "I came out to my parents, and my father was less than pleased."

Harry gaped. Draco was gay? Just like him?

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered, seeing as they were sitting right next to each other.

"Because I didn't want you to reject me either."

"I would never." Harry was relieved they'd moved on from his parents, but he could tell Draco would bring it up after the meeting. "It'd be entirely hypocritical."

"You're —"

"Yep."

"Oh."

Harry grinned at the man in front of him. They were both barely eighteen and already had been through so much. "Do like anyone specific or…?"

"No!" Draco cried, at the same time everyone else in the circle said, "yes."

Harry smirked, "and I don't get to know who?"

It was odd. There he was, teasing Draco about his crush in the middle of a support group meeting. But everyone had a small smile on their face, so Harry wasn't concerned with how appropriate his behavior was.

"Well, no because… Fine!" Draco sat up straight but didn't dare look Harry in the eyes. "Ilikeyou."

"What?"

"I LIKE YOU!" Draco exclaimed. "There, I said it! So go ahead and laugh!"

Harry didn't.

Instead, he pulled him in for a kiss.

Perhaps support groups weren't so bad after all.