I'm shocked, my dear readers. Do you really think that I would let Harry off so easily? You asked that he pay for what he did, and so the suffering shall commence. Isn't the promise and withdrawal of hope far worse than the absence of hope? Enjoy a little mini-story within a story where Ron, momentarily, isn't the main character at all.

Harry tells Draco what happened. What will his reaction be? Full story summary can be found in Chapter One : Revelations.

(Characters belong to JKR)

What Goes Around (A Mini-Story)

Draco and Harry lay tangled in their post-coital bliss getting to know sides of each other that had remained unseen before this moment. Draco couldn't believe his good fortune. He had never really known if what stood between them had been true hatred or some sick sort of foreplay. Now he had no doubts.

"So Harry, what is going on with your friends? I never see you without them and vice versa," Draco asked, not wanting to be left out of any part of Harry's life.

He noticed that Harry shifted, uncomfortable with where the conversation was taking them. He didn't answer right away, but drew a deep breath just as Draco was about to repeat the question. Harry told Draco the entire story, though he still couldn't believe he was telling Draco anything. He started with the kiss so long ago that had started him wondering.

He didn't stop talking until he had told him everything. The first time, that mistake of a second time, the drama with Hermione. Once he had brought his story full circle to when Draco found him in that classroom, he smiled and turned to meet Draco's eyes. The look of horror on Draco's face was enough to make his smile melt away in mere seconds.

"What is it, Draco?"

He stared, disbelievingly, at Harry. He felt dirty. He felt like an accomplice.

"You raped your best friend?"

Harry sighed. He should have known that he would just be one other person who didn't understand. He was one other person who just didn't get him.

"If you would have listened, Malfoy, you would realize that is not what was intended."

"Oh, so it's 'Malfoy' again?" Draco asked as he stood, searching out his clothes and pulling them on quickly. "I realize what was intended, Potter, but it doesn't change what you did!"

"Draco, look, I'm sorry. I was just upset. Besides, what do you care? You don't even like Ron," Harry stuttered out, realizing that Draco was his only ally at that moment and he was currently looking at him with disgust.

Draco stalked to the door, sparing one last glance for the naked boy propped up on his elbows, his skin still slicked with sweat from their recent lovemaking.

"It has nothing to do him, and everything to do with you. If you could betray your best mate like that, what is to stop you from doing that, or worse, to me? Nothing. So that is what I am going to give you, Harry Potter. Absolutely bloody nothing."

And with that, Draco left, leaving Harry crying again.

That's the way that George Weasley found him; naked and crying on the floor. He pushed away all sense of pity as he stalked across the room. Harry's head snapped up when he realized that he wasn't alone, fear flooding his eyes when he saw who it was. Harry whimpered and backed towards the wall until his back was flat against it. He could retreat no further, and George was still advancing. Fresh tears began to fall from his eyes.

"G-G-George? What are you going to do to me?"

Has George found a way around that anti-violence spell? Find out soon! This was going to make it into the story a few chapters down, but everyone seemed so upset with the thought of Harry finding any happiness, that I was loathe to leave it that long. Enjoy!

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