Chapter 4: A.Fight?????
Two days later, Harry and Draco had gotten together and talked about their feelings. Draco had said that he'd felt this way about Harry since the beginning of their fifth year. Harry had said he thought Draco hid his true feelings very well; he thought Draco loathed him almost as much as Snape did. They'd had a good laugh over that one.
"When are you going to tell Ron and Hermione?" Dean asked as they stood in the Entrance Hall waiting for their friends to walk in.
"When the time's right," Harry replied simply, shrugging. At that moment, the doors burst open and in rushed a swarm of students, their faces red from the cold.
"Harry!" Harry heard one of his two closest friends call out his name. He turned and saw Hermione and Ron racing towards him. When they reached him, Harry swooped Hermione into a hug first, then Ron.
"Oh, Harry! I was just telling Ron on the train that I had the worst dream last night," Hermione told him breathlessly. "I dreamt that you were dating Malfoy! I'm so glad it was just a dream. Can you imagine what it would be like if you actually were dating him? I'm mean, on one hand you'd be gay and I'm pretty sure you would have told us about that. And on another, it's Malfoy. Yechhh," she finished hugging Harry tightly again.
Harry hugged back, motioned to Seamus, who had been watching this whole ordeal and was staring at Harry apprehensively, and mouthed, "I'm going to wait a really, really long time." Seamus nodded vigorously. They turned to head back upstairs. They had gotten about halfway across the Entrance Hall when Draco bumped into them, sticking a tiny note into Harry's hand. Harry subtly pushed it into his pocket before retaliating.
"What the hell was that for, Malfoy?"
"I was bored," Draco retorted, smirking, before disappearing into the throng of students behind and around him.
"Ooh, he makes me so mad!" Hermione burst out.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Harry said, turning back to his friends. He had been watching his gorgeous boyfriend (A/N: We all know that's true!) walk away. Hermione and Ron stared at him.
"Harry. Are you all right, mate?" Ron asked, his forehead creasing in worry.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry replied. "In fact, I'm more than fine because my two best friends are back at school," he added, grinning. He threw his arms around Ron and Hermione and the Gryffindor trio started walking and laughing back up to the tower.
Harry learned to lie very well in the coming weeks. He had to unless he wanted to tell Ron and Hermione where he was really going when he was meeting Draco. In fact, that was where he was headed right now. To a cozy little room Harry had found last year. He went there a lot just to think. When he stepped inside, closed the door, and slipped off his Invisibility Cloak, he turned and saw Draco sitting on the couch, staring intently into the fire. He appeared to be deep in thought and didn't hear Harry enter. Harry just stood there for a few moments, gazing at his boyfriend, then began to move. As Draco's back was to him, Harry crept slowly up behind him, wrapped his arms around the Slytherin, and kissed the side of his neck. Startled, Draco turned and saw Harry.
"Hey," he whispered, kissing Harry back. "When did you get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago," Harry replied, walking around to the front of the couch to sit next to Draco. Draco looked at him as he settled into Harry's arms. "And what have you been doing until now?" he asked slyly.
"Admiring you from afar, " Harry told him, grinning.
"You know you don't have to do that anymore," Draco remarked teasingly.
"Yeah, I know, but it's fun and you're gorgeous," Harry answered.
"Well, can't argue with the truth," Draco said. Harry laughed, then flipped Draco around so he was half-sitting/half-lying-down and kissed him deeply. They stayed in this position for a couple minutes until they needed to breathe.
"Have you told Wea-I mean, Ron and Gra-damn, Hermione yet?" Draco asked. Harry squirmed uncomfortably.
"Um, no, not exactly," he replied. Draco's eyes narrowed.
"How exact is 'not exactly'?" the Slytherin asked.
"Um, like, not at all?" Harry responded meekly.
"Harry! We agreed that you would tell them yesterday!" Draco cried. "You need to tell them. They're your best friends!"
"I love you, Draco," Harry said, holding out his arms for a hug. Draco shoved him playfully. "And I told Dean and Seamus. I figured they would understand, them being gay and all. And they did."
"Then why wouldn't Ron and Hermione understand?" Draco persisted. Harry turned away from him and stared at the crackling fire. "Harry?"
"Because they hate you, they think you're repulsive, they detest you, despise you, resent you, that's why they wouldn't understand!" Harry exploded, getting up and staring unblinking at the nearest wall. Draco sat, stunned, on the couch.
"They really hate me that much?" he whispered softly. Harry ran his hands through his hair and sighed exasperatedly.
"I have to go," he said shortly, grabbing his cloak and throwing it over him. Draco turned around sharply and jumped over the back of the couch.
"No, Harry, wait!" he called. But he was too late. Harry had already swung the thick wooden door shut. Draco sighed also.
"What just happened?" they both breathed, Draco not knowing Harry was leaning up against the door outside and Harry not knowing Draco was leaning against the door inside.
A/N: What will happen to Hogwarts two hottest hunks? Chapter five, coming up soon.
Two days later, Harry and Draco had gotten together and talked about their feelings. Draco had said that he'd felt this way about Harry since the beginning of their fifth year. Harry had said he thought Draco hid his true feelings very well; he thought Draco loathed him almost as much as Snape did. They'd had a good laugh over that one.
"When are you going to tell Ron and Hermione?" Dean asked as they stood in the Entrance Hall waiting for their friends to walk in.
"When the time's right," Harry replied simply, shrugging. At that moment, the doors burst open and in rushed a swarm of students, their faces red from the cold.
"Harry!" Harry heard one of his two closest friends call out his name. He turned and saw Hermione and Ron racing towards him. When they reached him, Harry swooped Hermione into a hug first, then Ron.
"Oh, Harry! I was just telling Ron on the train that I had the worst dream last night," Hermione told him breathlessly. "I dreamt that you were dating Malfoy! I'm so glad it was just a dream. Can you imagine what it would be like if you actually were dating him? I'm mean, on one hand you'd be gay and I'm pretty sure you would have told us about that. And on another, it's Malfoy. Yechhh," she finished hugging Harry tightly again.
Harry hugged back, motioned to Seamus, who had been watching this whole ordeal and was staring at Harry apprehensively, and mouthed, "I'm going to wait a really, really long time." Seamus nodded vigorously. They turned to head back upstairs. They had gotten about halfway across the Entrance Hall when Draco bumped into them, sticking a tiny note into Harry's hand. Harry subtly pushed it into his pocket before retaliating.
"What the hell was that for, Malfoy?"
"I was bored," Draco retorted, smirking, before disappearing into the throng of students behind and around him.
"Ooh, he makes me so mad!" Hermione burst out.
"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Harry said, turning back to his friends. He had been watching his gorgeous boyfriend (A/N: We all know that's true!) walk away. Hermione and Ron stared at him.
"Harry. Are you all right, mate?" Ron asked, his forehead creasing in worry.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry replied. "In fact, I'm more than fine because my two best friends are back at school," he added, grinning. He threw his arms around Ron and Hermione and the Gryffindor trio started walking and laughing back up to the tower.
Harry learned to lie very well in the coming weeks. He had to unless he wanted to tell Ron and Hermione where he was really going when he was meeting Draco. In fact, that was where he was headed right now. To a cozy little room Harry had found last year. He went there a lot just to think. When he stepped inside, closed the door, and slipped off his Invisibility Cloak, he turned and saw Draco sitting on the couch, staring intently into the fire. He appeared to be deep in thought and didn't hear Harry enter. Harry just stood there for a few moments, gazing at his boyfriend, then began to move. As Draco's back was to him, Harry crept slowly up behind him, wrapped his arms around the Slytherin, and kissed the side of his neck. Startled, Draco turned and saw Harry.
"Hey," he whispered, kissing Harry back. "When did you get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago," Harry replied, walking around to the front of the couch to sit next to Draco. Draco looked at him as he settled into Harry's arms. "And what have you been doing until now?" he asked slyly.
"Admiring you from afar, " Harry told him, grinning.
"You know you don't have to do that anymore," Draco remarked teasingly.
"Yeah, I know, but it's fun and you're gorgeous," Harry answered.
"Well, can't argue with the truth," Draco said. Harry laughed, then flipped Draco around so he was half-sitting/half-lying-down and kissed him deeply. They stayed in this position for a couple minutes until they needed to breathe.
"Have you told Wea-I mean, Ron and Gra-damn, Hermione yet?" Draco asked. Harry squirmed uncomfortably.
"Um, no, not exactly," he replied. Draco's eyes narrowed.
"How exact is 'not exactly'?" the Slytherin asked.
"Um, like, not at all?" Harry responded meekly.
"Harry! We agreed that you would tell them yesterday!" Draco cried. "You need to tell them. They're your best friends!"
"I love you, Draco," Harry said, holding out his arms for a hug. Draco shoved him playfully. "And I told Dean and Seamus. I figured they would understand, them being gay and all. And they did."
"Then why wouldn't Ron and Hermione understand?" Draco persisted. Harry turned away from him and stared at the crackling fire. "Harry?"
"Because they hate you, they think you're repulsive, they detest you, despise you, resent you, that's why they wouldn't understand!" Harry exploded, getting up and staring unblinking at the nearest wall. Draco sat, stunned, on the couch.
"They really hate me that much?" he whispered softly. Harry ran his hands through his hair and sighed exasperatedly.
"I have to go," he said shortly, grabbing his cloak and throwing it over him. Draco turned around sharply and jumped over the back of the couch.
"No, Harry, wait!" he called. But he was too late. Harry had already swung the thick wooden door shut. Draco sighed also.
"What just happened?" they both breathed, Draco not knowing Harry was leaning up against the door outside and Harry not knowing Draco was leaning against the door inside.
A/N: What will happen to Hogwarts two hottest hunks? Chapter five, coming up soon.