Hermione sat on the ground in the girls toilets, she was carefully reading the instructions for this complicated potion, sighing she continued to flick through the pages upon pages of ingredients, measurements, instructions and methods on how to brew this potion to perfection. This was going to take a lot longer than she had anticipated and she wasn't sure if she had the time to try and make this, she wasn't even sure she could, it was way beyond her skills and she was terrified of messing it up. It would take her at least three months and it would take her attention away from her school work which was still the most important thing in her life but Harry followed very closely. A dreamy smile took over her face as she thought about her friend, it was only last year that she realised how she truly felt about the dark haired boy and now she couldn't stop thinking about him, he meant everything to her and she only wished she could openly tell him how she felt, she knew if she had to courage to tell him she loved him that he would say he felt the same way and they would be together. She wanted nothing more than to be his girlfriend, to walk around the school holding hands, to share sweet intimate moments together, to kiss his oh so sweet lips, to share all their secrets together and to love each other unconditionally. To be honest she already did love him, loved him more than she had ever loved anyone and she knew that kind of love meant something and she was not going to give up, she would tell him how she felt and he would feel the same, she would make him hers.
The dreamy smile was replaced with an ugly scowl as she realised it was nothing but a dream, she would never be able to tell him how she felt, she could never handle the rejection because she loved him too much. That was why she had to make this potion, she didn't want to do it, she hated that she would be doing this to Harry but she needed to, it was for his own good. She only wished she knew exactly what was going on with him and Malfoy, or did she? If she ever saw anything happen she would die, she would never be able to forget it and she would never be able to forgive it. She had to remain optimistic and hope that it wasn't what she thought; she knew that Malfoy was queer but she also knew that Harry wasn't and she could only hope that Malfoy wasn't manipulating her Harry into doing stuff he didn't want. Then a horrible thought flashed through her mind, what if Malfoy was blackmailing Harry? What if the disgusting blonde haired boy had discovered something about Harry or done something to him and was now using that as blackmail to make Harry do things with him, she wouldn't put it past the Slytherin and her heart began to ache at the idea of Harry being forced into something. That was why she had to make this potion; she was going to save Harry.
Running her tongue over her slightly buck teeth she looked back down at the book in front of her, it was going to be three months of very hard work but she knew it was something she had to do. She could easily make Harry drink this potion but what about Malfoy? She would need to find some way to make the other boy take it, she could pour it into his morning pumpkin juice but how would she not be caught? She could put a spell on him and make him take it then, the choices were endless but she would need to find the perfect one that wouldn't trace any of this back to her, she also had to find someone she could use for Malfoy's potion. See this very complicated potion she was going to attempt to make was a memory potion; she was going to erase all of Harry's memories with Malfoy and turn them into memories of her and Harry together, although she couldn't be sure that Harry even had those kind of memories with Malfoy she could still make Harry believe that he and her are meant to be together and are already boyfriend and girlfriend. She was going to make both boys forget about the other and then she would take Harry for her own. She allowed a small smirk to play on her lips, it truly was an ingenious plan and she was even quite surprised at herself for coming up with it because she was sure it would work without a hitch and by the end of the year she will have everything she had ever wanted, Malfoy out of the picture and Harry as her boyfriend.
Yawning loudly as he fixed his tie Harry looked in the mirror as he made the final adjustments to his uniform, he hadn't slept well last night and it showed, his hair was a mess, his skin was pale and he had huge dark circles under his eyes. He did not look well and he was hoping one of his professors noticed how poorly he looked and would excuse him for the rest of day but he knew that would never happen, he would just get through today and then find Draco and explain to him how Ron found out and hopefully they would find a way to get past this minor setback, he wasn't sure he wanted to tell the older boy that Ron knew about them but he had to, he had promised himself that he would be honest with Draco about everything and he was sure the other boy would understand that it wasn't a big deal and that Ron could be trusted. He was still furious with his best friend, he couldn't believe the audacity of the ginger haired boy, how dare he tell him who he could and couldn't be with, how dare he lecture him on the way Draco treated him and how dare he tell him he should stay away from Draco. He didn't understand why Ron had such a low opinion of Draco, yeah the other boy was horrible at times and yeah he could be a dick when he wanted but there was a lot of stuff about Draco that no one knew. He was sweet, he was sensitive, he was troubled, he was smart, he was funny, he was gentle, he was kind and he cared deeply about Harry. Harry knew Draco was the perfect person for him and knew he loved him very much; they were meant for each other.
Throwing his robe on and pulling his bag over his shoulder he took a quick scan around the room to make sure he didn't leave anything important before leaving and heading for class, for the first time ever he couldn't wait to get to potions class it was his first class of the day and it was a double so he had a whole hour to sit with Draco and whisper sweet nothings to him. He let out a dreamy sigh as he walked with a spring in his step, he was very excited to see the older boy because he knew they were in a great place, they had sorted the big fight out and everything was looking up, he knew it was only going to be a short matter of time before they had sex and then everything really would be perfect, he couldn't wait to be that close with Draco and he knew it wouldn't just be sex it was going to be making love and it was going to be incredible. Turning the corner he walked down the corridor and to his surprise no one was waiting outside Snape's classroom, frowning slightly he looked at his watch and stared gob smacked, he was there thirty minutes early and he hadn't even realised it, throwing his bag on the ground he shook his head and smiled fondly he couldn't believe he had rushed to get ready just because he wanted to get down and see Draco as soon as possible, he really did have it bad for the blonde haired boy. Not that he cared, Draco knew exactly how he felt about him and he wasn't going to hide it because he wanted nothing more than to go to the top of the tallest tower and shout at the top of his voice that he loved Draco Malfoy.
Suddenly a rough hand grabbed Harry by the scruff his robe and threw him violently into the wall, his back hitting it with a sickening crack. Looking up with terrified eyes he couldn't believe he was staring at his lover. Draco looked possessed, he was shaking with rage, his normally cool grey eyes were wide with fury, and his breathing was so rapid and heavy that his nose was flaring wildly. The boy looked ready to kill. "You're a little bastard." He snarled as he held onto Harry's robe keeping him locked against the wall.
Harry was speechless. He stood staring, his eyes wide with fear and his mouth closed tight as he gazed into the enraged eyes of his boyfriend. He had thought this was some joke but no, the look in Draco's eyes made it clear this was serious, Draco was furious with him and looked like he was going to kill him. His heart pounded so hard in his chest it felt as if it would break through, his stomach churned so viciously he could feel himself heaving as he tried to not throw up, sweat began to form on his forehead and drip down his brow onto his cheeks and down his chin. He was terrified. He was shaking with fear as he thought Draco was seriously going to hurt him, in the four years he had known the Slytherin he had never seen him this angry and he had seen him pretty fucking angry before. The younger boy racked his brain as he tried desperately to think of what he did, the last time he saw Draco he had told him he loved him and everything was perfect between them, he had no idea what was going on.
Draco shook him so hard that his head and back snapped against the wall behind him causing him to wince. "Fucking say something you little prick." Spit flew from Draco's mouth and landed on Harry's face as the taller boy towered over him.
"What are you doing?" Harry's voice was hoarse as he tried to make sense of this situation.
Draco pursed his lips, his eyes relaxed slightly but his death grip was unrelenting as he glared down at Harry, his expression full of disgust. "You really are nothing more than a little bitch aren't you?" His voice was mocking, taunting.
Harry's scared green eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed as he examined Draco carefully. What the hell was all this about? He couldn't understand what was happening it was as if his brain still hadn't registered he was pinned up against a wall. "What are you talking about?" Harry pleaded.
"Aw did you think I wouldn't find out?" Draco continued to mock Harry as he mimicked the younger boy's terrified facial expression and voice. "Looks like that best friend of yours isn't as good at keeping secrets as you thought."
If it was possible Harry just turned paler, his eyes wide as realisation hit. Ron had told Draco he knew about them, he had gone to Draco and obviously told him to stay away from him. This was not happening, he knew that Ron wasn't the sharpest tool in the toolbox but he didn't think he was this fucking stupid, now he understood why Draco was so upset. "I was going to talk to you about that today."
A cruel smile took over Draco's face, his eyes full of distain. "Oh were you now? What were you going to tell me? That you are a fucking dickhead who can't keep a secret and told that idiot that we are faggots together?"
Harry was visible shaken from that remark, his head and eyes flinched back as he stared in shock at the older boy. Did Draco really call himself that? Closing his eyes he realised it all made sense now, he understood why Draco was so messed up, he hated the fact that he was gay. Harry opened his eyes and forced himself not to show any other emotion apart from anger. "How fucking dare you. How can you say that about me? About yourself!" Harry spat.
Draco looked away, pain flashed across his face as he licked the inside of his cheek. Shaking his head his face twisted back to rage. "Because it's true." He shrugged unapologetically before scanning the hallway quickly. "I can never trust you again."
"I didn't tell him." Harry whined as he tried to push Draco away but the older boy's grip was too tight and he was just pushed back against the wall.
"Then how did he find out? And why would he tell me you had told him everything?" Draco leaned forward, his blonde hair hanging in front Harry's eyes as they were practically nose to nose.
Harry shook his head sorrowfully, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Ron that bastard, he had no right. "He saw us kissing."
That took Draco by surprise. He slowly moved his head back, one eyebrow raised suspiciously as he eyed Harry for a moment and he could easily tell the younger boy was not lying to him. His hands relaxed a little but they still held Harry against the wall. "Yesterday at the rock?"
"Yeah I thought I heard something rustle behind me but I figured it was just the wind, turns out it was him." Harry finally found himself relaxing and he allowed his face to soften as he looked longingly at Draco. "I would never tell anyone about us."
"He said you cry yourself to sleep because of me. Is that true?" Draco whispered in a desperate voice.
Harry didn't answer. He turned his head away and looked down at the ground, his eyes narrow. He couldn't answer that question, it was true but he couldn't tell Draco that, he didn't know why he would cry most nights but he did, it wasn't that Draco had ever done anything bad to him or done anything personally to make him cry but he cries at nights when he's been out with Draco and to be honest he didn't know why.
An angry scowl took over Draco's face as he pushed his hands forward so Harry's back and head smacked off the wall behind him hard causing him to howl in pain. "So it is fucking true. Why didn't you tell me?" Draco snarled as he was once again furious.
Harry once again didn't have an answer, he continued to stare down at the ground, his back and head throbbing as he blinked the pain away. What was he meant to say? Oh I hate the fact that I am gay with you of all people, we are meant to be enemies, we shouldn't be together, I've hated you for three years and this is just too weird. Yeah that would go down well. Suddenly he became enraged, his face twisted in rage as his angry green eyes shot up and locked onto Draco's icy grey ones.
"Who the fuck do you think you are coming here and throwing me against a wall like this? Why can't you just come and ask me something without having to get violent? You are the most fucked up bastard I have ever met!" Harry managed to lift his hands long enough to shove Draco away from him. "Is it any wonder I cry!"
That horrified Draco and it was clear to see, he went paler, his mouth fell open and his eyes went wide and glistened as if he was about to burst into tears. "Violence is all I've ever known."
"So you're saying every time we have a fight you are going to hit me or be violent?" Harry placed his hands on his hips and eyed Draco up and down in disgust.
Draco slowly shook his head and stared at Harry with sad grey eyes. "I don't want to hurt you. We shouldn't be together."
"Oh this is fucking brilliant. You're really going to finish this because of one fucking fight?"
"You don't understand…"
"Oh I fucking understand alright. You are the most pathetic person I have ever met, one little bump in the road and you run a mile. Fucking man up and deal with it." Harry roared as he pushed Draco hard in the chest.
That pushed the blonde haired boy over the edge; he grabbed Harry by his wrists and threw him against the wall once again, letting his wrists go he grabbed his throat with one hand, choking Harry as he held him in place. "You better watch what you say to me you little bitch." Draco growled through gritted teeth.
"Fight!"
Before Harry could respond Crab had walked around the corner and seen Draco throw Harry against the wall. Within a second the entire class were racing down the corridor and quickly circled the two boys, Hermione and Ron both stood back out of the crowd but watched everything that was going on. The class began to chant "fight fight fight" and clap their hands in a rhythm waiting to see these two go at it.
Draco let go of Harry's throat, he was now in his element. This was going to be the perfect opportunity to get his reputation back and get all the idiotic Slytherins to follow him again; smirking down at Harry he took a step back. "What you going to do Potter? Start crying." He sneered.
What happened next nobody saw coming. Harry out of nowhere lifted his fist and punched Draco square in the mouth causing him to fall sideways and collapse on the floor. The crowd went silent and Harry's heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard. The smaller boy had finally lost it and he acted without thinking.
Draco wiped his mouth and to his dismay saw blood, licking his lips he grimaced as he tasted the awful metallic taste. Standing up he pushed Harry against the wall once again about to hit him but he stopped himself, the second he looked into those green eyes he felt his heart sink and his stomach summersault, he couldn't do it. He couldn't hurt this boy; he cared too much for him. Looking around at the crowd he saw all the Slytherin egging him on to hit Harry, to kill Harry. Sighing he shook his head and turned on his heels to walk away.
"See I told you! I told you all he was a faggot." Pansy screeched at the top of her voice. The rest of crowd and that included everyone not just to Slytherins began to boo Draco as he stood with his back to Harry, throwing stuff at him and shouting homophobic slurs at him.
Looking behind he allowed Harry to see a single tear fall from his eye before he got control of himself. Pushing his way through the crowd he stalked down the corridor, practically running to get away from the cruel insults being hurdled at him.
"Mr Malfoy where do you think you are going?" Snape shouted down the hall as he appeared from his classroom, he had obviously heard everything. The crowd went silent once again.
Draco didn't answer him he simple turned around the corner and once out of view allowed his tears to fall freely as he went back to his dormitory full of shame and self-loathing.