Title: I Will Be Good At Making Bad
Author: Agent M (loveofhavok@colourovers.net)
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairings: None yet. Slash to come.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything that isn't mine.
Archive: Tainted Wings (www.colourovers.net/wings) and The Underground (http://members.aol.com//michirublade//index.html) anyone else, just ask.
Notes: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. It means a lot to me that you like my crap. Thanks to VinylNoMiko, my muse and beta reader, for everything.

And I owe 10 points to Cho of Ravenclaw for picking up the Titus refrences... don't worry if you didn't get them. they aren't important really and the relationship of all of them in this has yet ot be explained. *grin*

Harry started blankly at the Divination book in front of him. For the billionth time, he wished that he had dropped the class with Hermione back in 4th year. If nothing else, the material got more out there as the years passed. And now, in 7th year Divination he had a term paper due on Retrograde Plants and how they affect your future. He looked back at the book:

T Neptune conjunct N Sun on the positive side tends to increase your sensitivity and compassion for others. You may be much more inclined to set aside your own ego and lend a helping hand to those in need of your assistance. Neptune causes the ego drive of the Sun to diminish. It is from this aspect of the contact that the negative influence of the conjunction emerges.

Harry shook his head. He had no clue what he just read and part of him wished he could still pass the class by making fake horoscopes with Ron predicting his own death. He looked at the clock and longed for Ron and Hermione to quite talking about him so that he could get Ron's help on this. But, it seemed that Ron was much more interested in Hermione's encounter with Harry in Myrtle's bathroom that morning than Harry himself.

Indeed, at that moment, Ron was sitting in the corner of the Gryffindor common room listening to Hermione recount the conversation she had with Harry.

"I highly doubt he wanted us to find him like that - with his nail polish in such bad shape," Hermione said, concluding her story.

"So, why didn't he tell us?" Ron asked a bit angry. "Why did he leave Malfoy to discover it?"

"He was scared, Ron, and I don't blame him. You know that he didn't have any friends before coming here. Why would he want to risk it?"

"You have a point."

"Besides," Hermione continued, "now that I think about it, it shouldn't have been such a surprise."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, with all the people throwing themselves at Harry don't you think it's odd he's never had a girlfriend? I mean the boy is seventeen."

"He liked Cho," Ron pointed out.

"For a short period of time when he was fourteen. Maybe he didn't know then. She was also the only girl who didn't throw herself at Harry. She was 'safe' to like."

"He does like to polish his broom handle a lot," Ron admitted.

"And you know about his obsession with exfoliating," Hermione added.

"But I still didn't see it coming. He's a Quidditch player, he's rough, he's--"

"So were Fred and George, Ron," Hermione interrupted, rolling her eyes

"Why does everyone know more about them than I do?!"

Hermione laughed and kissed her boyfriend.

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Across the school, Draco Malfoy was just settling himself into the tub in the Prefects' bathroom, his green Slytherin bathroom hanging neatly over a chair. His mind was pouring over the event that took place in Potions that morning, wondering, as he had been all day, if Harry was in fact gay. Of course, this was the best place to go if one wanted to be alone with their thought. It was surprising how few of the prefects used that bathroom at all. Draco, grateful of his Prefect status, used it all the time. Especially when it came to doing things like jerking-off while thinking about Harry. In fact, that's just what he was doing when Moaning Myrtle came out of one of the many spouts. Startled, Draco squeaked and moved the bubbles around so they covered him.

Myrtle seemed obvious to Draco's presence and sat at the edge of the tub sobbing.

"Was there something you wanted, Myrtle, or can I get back to relaxing here?" Draco drawled trying to play off his squeak.

"It's some of the worst news since I died!" she wailed.

"You realized you actually are dead?" Draco asked feigning innocence and Myrtle burst into another round tears.

"My crush. My love is…" Sobs echoed through her body and Draco rolled his eyes.

"You're dead, remember, what does it matter?"

Myrtle sniffed, "Harry was the only person ever nice to me. The only person to care enough to ask how I died."

"You like Potter?" Draco questioned holding back a laugh.

"Yes," She wailed. "And he's gay!"

"Really?!" Draco exclaimed. "I mean, uh, how do you know?" He tried sounding uninterested.

"He was talking to the girl who was a cat once in my bathroom."

"Perfect!" Draco jumped out of the tub in his excitement.

"You know, you're kind of cute yourself," Myrtle said through tears eyeing Draco's backside.

Draco looked down and realized he wasn't wearing anything, let out yet another girly squeak, and grabbed a towel as he made a mad dash towards the door.

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Draco wasn't one to formulate plans before hand. He just did things as they came to him leaving the means to justify the end. He was a Malfoy, after all. And Malfoy's always got what they wanted in the end. And right now, Draco new that he had to talk to Harry - alone. So, it was between Charms and Transfiguration the next day that Draco cornered Harry without Ron or Hermione.

"So, Potter, I hear you play for the other team."

"What's it to you, Malfoy?" Harry choked out while wondering how Draco could possibly know his secret.

"I just wanted to welcome you to the team, that's all." He shrugged nonchalantly. "No crime in that is there?"

Harry dropped his book bag and stared wide-eyed at Draco. Did Draco just come out to him?

"Yeah, I get that reaction a lot," Draco sounded bored.

Harry shook his head, "No, it isn't…. I mean I just wasn't expecting that from you. I figured you would exploit my secret or something."

"That would be a bit hypocritical, now wouldn't it?"

"Hasn't ever stopped you before."

Draco paused for a moment considering this."Point taken, but this is different."

"How so?"

Draco let his eyes roam over Harry's body and slowly locked them with Harry's green eyes and held the gaze for a moment before answering in barely a whisper; "This time it's personal."

Draco turned and began to walk away leaving Harry to wonder about his last statement.

"By the way, Potter," Draco called over his shoulder, "I wouldn't discuss personal matters in Myrtle's bathroom if I were you."

"Damn it," Harry cursed and swore vengeance on Myrtle.

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Despite Draco's assurance that he would not torment Harry on the subject of his sexuality, Harry spent most of the next week avoiding Draco as much as he could. He wasn't so much worried about Draco blowing his secret, but about his own feelings for the Slytherin. Draco was sexy as hell, Harry could not deny that even if he tried, but he was also obnoxious, spoiled, mean, and, well, sexy as hell was still on the list. He was also gay which in Harry's book was a major plus. But that aside he was still a Malfoy and the same guy who had made Harry's life at Hogwarts less than perfect for the past six years.

Draco on the other hand was getting frustrated. Harry was supposed to have gotten the hint. He couldn't possibly be that dense, could he? It was obvious in Draco's mind that Harry liked him, though he wasn't sure where or when he had drawn that conclusion. And now Harry had the audacity to avoid him like the plague? Malfoy's didn't take things lying down - well most things anyway - and Draco was beginning to get upset.

Needless to say Draco was more than a little infuriated when he shoved Ron against the wall on his way to Arithmancy.

"Where's Harry?" Draco snarled.

"What's it to you, Malfoy?"

"I want to see him."

"What the hell for?" Ron immediately took up a defense mode.

"I didn't think your memory was that bad, Weasley."

Ron pushed away Draco, turning the tables and holding Draco against the wall as he leaned into his face trying to be intimidating.

"Why. Do. You. Want. To. See. Harry?" Ron asked through clenched teeth.

A shrug. "I like him."

"Dude, you're gay!" Ron yelled and backed away like he had been burned.

"I thought we established this already." A smirk. "I hope you don't treat Harry that way."

"He doesn't go around pinning me against walls." Ron gave Draco a suspicious look. "You don't, um, like me or anything, do you?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Weasley. I wouldn't give your brothers the time of day and at least they were good-looking. Besides, didn't I just say that I liked Harry?"

"Oh, thank god," Ron sighed seemingly missing the rest. Then, "Wait what?"

But Draco had given up trying to get anything out of Ron and began to walk away laughing to himself, ignoring Ron's shouts for an explanation.

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Harry jumped as the door to the men's room slammed shut behind him. He was knew who was there before he even turned around. Sure enough, there stood Draco leaning against the door with a smirk across his face. Harry sighed.

"I have been looking everywhere for you. I was beginning to think that you were trying to avoid me." He kept his eyes trained on Harry's as he kept slowly moving towards him.

"Oh?" Harry took a step backwards.

"Look, Harry," Draco started, deciding to take a different approach. "Don't be ashamed of who you are. Hell, even I came out to my parents and they took it fine. Well, at least my mother did. I think Father's still in shock…. But the point is that people won't care. Your friends love you for who you are."

"You don't understand, do you? It's me. I'm fucking Harry Potter. The Boy-Who-Lived. I can't be gay!"

"I'd like to be 'fucking Harry Potter,'" Draco mumbled.

"What?"

"Harry, people who admire you admire the scar. Who cares what you look like in their eyes. They don't matter."

Harry stared at Draco blankly for a moment.

"Where did you get all that bullshit?"

"My father's addicted to self-help books," Draco explained.

Harry nodded in understanding. Then softly, "I'm gonna get so much shit for this."

"Who cares?"

Harry gave Draco a suspicious look. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I think that there could be something between us, why not give it a chance?"

"It would never work. The names Malfoy and Potter just don't go together."

"Fuck, Harry. You're the Boy-Who-Lived. If anyone can go against the odds it's you. Why should this be any different?"

Harry turned away from Draco, "Just leave me alone, Malfoy."

"Harry…."

"Malfoy, you don't know me. You don't know what I want," Harry yelled, spinning around.

"What about what I want?" Draco slowly moved forward and lightly kissed Harry on the lips.

Harry pulled back. "No. This," he gestured between himself and Draco, "could never work."

And with that he turned and headed out of the bathroom. Draco stood rooted to the spot staring at the closing door for a moment before hurrying after Harry. When he finally found him he was sitting on the lawn in the courtyard with Ron, Hermione, Dean and Seamus. The group of Gryffindors, however, didn't stop Draco from marching straight up to Harry.

"I like you, you like me. What's the problem?"

Harry looked at is friends then back at Draco trying to plead him with his eyes to continue the conversation later.

"Well?" Draco asked impatiently.

"Besides the obvious assumption on your part that I actually like you? Your father's a Death Eater for one," Harry stated as if it were common knowledge.

"So?"

"So, you are going to be one also, right?"

"Your point is what? Death Eaters aren't all they are cracked up to be. Not all drunken orgies, you know."

"Death Eaters have drunken orgies?" Seamus asked, his interest suddenly perked, resulting in an elbow in the ribs from both Dean and Hermione.

"No, mostly just Dough-knuts and Charades."

"What?" Ron asked taken aback.

"Pathetic, I know."

"That doesn't change anything. They are still the same people who wreaked all that havoc sixteen years ago and have been running a muck these past few. How many times have I almost died?"

"No, no, no. That's Voldemort's deal. Not that he is any good at it or anything."

"Draco!" Harry screeched.

"That's not what I mean sure the guy has the whole evil overlord thing going on. And he has mastered the 'evil eye,' but he really has no planning skills."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Well, it would be helpful if he knew what direction he wanted to go with for his torture chambers…."

"What?"

"As the official Death Eater Interior Decorator, it is difficult to work with such little direction," Draco said proudly.

"You're the Death Eater Interior Decorator?" Hermione asked stifling laughter.

"It has its perks," Draco explained.

Harry let out a cross between a scream and a frustrated noise, threw his hands up in the air and stalked off towards the castle.

"I think he likes me," Draco said winking at the group and following after Harry.

As soon as he was out of ear shot Hermione broke down laughing.

"Is interior design as gay in the wizarding world as in the muggle world?"

The boys just nodded and Hermione collapsed in laughter.

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End Notes:
Poor Ron. He's clueless...
The slash is comming! I swear!!

This is Agent M signing off.