The next morning Draco woke early as usually. He was getting into the habit of getting up and out before the other Sytherins woke. He was one of the first people at breakfast. Draco thought to the night before. How easy it was to talk to Harry, how he had cried. Draco Malfoy could never remember crying before in his life. At least not in front of another person. Sometimes when he was at home tears would fall as he fell asleep but never in front of anyone. To Draco it was if 16 years of anger, hurt and fear came out in those few tears. Draco watched as Harry and his friends walked into the hall. Harry looked over at him and gave him a side smile his friends missed. Draco smiled back but quickly looked down at his food as the rest of the Sytherins filed into the Great Hall.

Harry was busy avoided the questions his friends had started when he woke up this morning. As he sat down Ron and Hermione sat on either side of him instead of next to each other. He knew he would have to tell them something.

"So Harry," Ron said a smile played on his lips, "You weren't at the library last night"(it wasn't a question) "so who did you met?"

"Yes Harry come on, who's the secret guy?" Hermione did love a mystery.

"Guys really I was at the.." but it was no good. Harry sighed. "Alright I wasn't at the library and yes I did met up with someone. Happy now?"

"Not in the least. Who was it Harry?" As much as Hermione loved a mystery she also hated not knowing something.

"I can't tell you." Harry saw the hurt faces of his friends. "I mean not yet. He's not ready to admit that he's. you know attracted to me. I mean not in public." It was the truth Harry told himself.

"Oh hasn't come out yet." Ron leaned back in his seat and started to eat. "Well I guess we HAVE to except that."

"Yes, Ron's right." Hermione said stubbornly.

"Hermione please don't go snooping." Hermione was about to protest. "We all know you can't leave things unsolved."

For once Hermione couldn't argue.

At the Sytherins table things could not get worse.

They are treating me like I'm a mud blood, Draco thought. The boys who were once idolized him had "accidentally" spilled juice on his head while the girls who once pined over him giggled. Draco left the Hall to change his robes. He turned his head back to glance at Harry.

Draco was late to potions but Snape ignored it. At least that hasn't changed Draco thought. He sat down next to Millicent Bulstrode who moved away slightly. Draco paid attention to the lesson and stole looks at the Gryffindor group every now and then.

It was Harry's turn to drop a note at Draco's feet. Draco picked it up right away and left the classroom. He turned down a corridor and opened the note.

You left breakfast before hearing that a trip is planned for Hogsmeade this up

coming weekend. I'd like to meet you in Three Brooms if possible. We can

always leave for some place private.

Draco slightly blushed at the words some place private but quickly composed himself and stuffed the note in his pocket. Harry was right they might not be able to hang out together in a place publics like Three Brooms. Not yet. The Sytherins didn't know about Draco being gay and having feelings for Harry Potter would sign his death papers. The prospect of seeing Harry that weekend though gave something fro Draco to hold onto while the Sytherins found yet another why to make his life horrible.

Harry still didn't know what was going on with Draco. A relationship with him would be very dangerous. Sure his friends accepted his sexuality but falling for Draco Malfoy was unforgivable. Draco had really opened up to him the night before. Harry got the impression that a large part of the prat that was Draco Malfoy dies with his father but how was he to convince his friends of that. And kissing Draco, God that was heaven. Harry found himself reliving the moment many times throughout the day only to be snapped out of it by Ron or Hermione both of whom knew exactly what he was thinking about but would not be told who.

Draco's thoughts of the day revolved around Harry, Hogsmeade and trying to pay attention in classes. He tried not to think about death threats, the Dark Lord, and the fact that he no longer had a home. Those thoughts were reserved for just before he tried to fall asleep at night.

The weekend came quickly but not quickly enough for Draco. Draco had come to sleep in the hall or sometimes the empty classroom that was his and Harry's , sneak into his room early in the morning to shower and change and then hurry to breakfast. He avoided his room at all costs when other people were in the room. Draco was spending more and more time in the library and the halls of Hogwarts. By the time Saturday came around Draco was looking forward to be any where but the castle.

Harry to was looking forward to seeing Draco again. Not that he didn't see him every day but to talk to him and to well other stuff. He and Draco had more in common then he thought.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Dean all traveled to Hogsmeade dreaming of beerbutter and chocolate frogs. Harry was on constant look out for Draco. Ron and Hermione did not let the fact that Harry's eyes passed over the crowds searching escape their attention. Harry spotted Draco in Three Broomsticks drinking a beerbutter sitting by himself. He had a thin mustache of beer butter above his lip and Harry had a sudden urge to lick it off. Draco spotted him as well.

How was Harry going to get away from his friends?

"Um guys." Harry stuttered out

"Yah Harry?"

"I'm Umm going umm" God why couldn't he think of anything???

"Harry," Hermione lowered her voice. " Is this about a certain someone we aren't suppose to ask about?"

"Yes."

"Well go on then don't keep him waiting just know that someday you are going to have to tell us all about this, well not all about this."

"Thanks guys." Harry smiled again at the depth of understanding his friends had.

Harry wondered around the room a bit knowing his friends curios at they were, were watching him. He didn't even pause at Draco's table but whispered quickly "Shrieking shack." And walked out the door.

Draco waited what he felt was a good ten minutes but probable wasn't more then five finished his drink and left. Ron and Hermione were caught in a deep kiss themselves and didn't notice the blond boy at all.