A/n: You know, even if I don't get as many reviews as before, I'll be fine with it because just knowing you people like my story is enough for me! Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it.

Some Kind of Feeling.

Chapter four.

~o00o~ two days later ( a/n: you'll never know what happened after Harry left * laughs evilly * )

It had been two days since Draco last spoke to Harry. The smaller teen had practically avoided him, leaving really early in the morning and staying after to speak with Mr. Black until everyone was gone, including him. Hermione obviously didn't know what happened since she was still speaking to him. He could understand that Harry was angry. He just didn't understand why Harry had acted as if he had insulted his whole family, killed Hermione and beat him up all in one night. All he did was give him a little hickey, nothing big, it's not like Harry never had one before.

Oh.

Damn.

~o00o~

Jake noticed that his little brother had been sulky these past two days. He was all broody and frowning, looking as if he half regretted something and half feared something. Jake was tired of seeing Harry like this; it threw everything off balance for him. Everyday it would be the same routine for him. Get up, get washed, get dressed, mess with a drowsy Harry, go for morning run, eat breakfast, mess with Harry while he plays strange songs on his keyboard, surf the net, mess with Harry, eat lunch, annoy mom and dad while Harry watches in amusement, go read a book, annoy Harry, get annoyed by Harry, eat dinner, mess with Harry, and go to bed.

Full day huh?

Now it was pretty much, get up, get washed, get dressed, be surprised that Harry was up at 4:00, go for morning run, eat breakfast, watch as Harry plays melancholy songs on his keyboard, think a lot, attempt to mess with an irritable Harry, eat lunch, mess with mom and dad while Harry frowns, go think some more, leave Harry alone, watch Harry brood, eat dinner, get cussed out by an irritable Harry, and go to bed.

There was definitely something wrong with that, he decided. Harry was never this depressing. It was completely unnatural and he'll be damned if he let this go unsolved.

" Harry?" He walked into his brother's room, which only had a bedside and desk lamp on. He had always liked his brother's room, he remembered. It was so mature for a fourteen-year-olds taste. The boy was absolutely obsessed with the color blue and silver. His carpeting was blue as were his walls but his curtains were a silvery material. His bed sheets were silver while his comforter was blue. He also seemed to be obsessed with pillows for he had about 11 of them, varying from blue to silver. The boy had no posters on his walls, not like most teenagers. He did have a couple of photos of the family and Hermione and places they had traveled to like France, Ireland, and even Japan once. He didn't have a T.V in his room, only a book case on the left side of the window and a dresser in the corner, on the other side of the window.

" Did you want something?" Harry's voice cut through his musings and he looked at the teenager. Harry was sitting at his desk that was next to the dresser, obviously doing homework. He frowned, noticing his brother's tired state.

" I just wanted to talk." He said.

" Then talk." Harry shrugged, going back to his homework.

" It's kind of difficult to talk to someone when they're doing their homework." Jake said irritably. Harry didn't even glance at him when he replied.

" Then go away." Jake sighed and walked over to Harry. He pulled the protesting teen from the desk and guided him over to the bed and sat him down, standing in front of him.

" I am not going away until I figure out what's wrong with you." Jake said sternly. " Now you can tell me why you've been acting like a cranky old sod or I can sit here all night and stare at you until you do tell me."

Harry couldn't bring himself to glare at his brother. He knew he had been acting out of character for a while, being morose and waking up early after a long night. He was sure he had bags under his eyes but he couldn't help it! Draco was his friend, his second real friend he had ever had and he trusted him. Sure he was a flirt and all but what he did was a serious invasion of his personal space. He had never, never been touched like that and quite frankly, it scared the bloody hell out of him.

" Harry?" Jake said carefully. He noticed the pensive look his brother had and the familiar frown appearing on his brother's face. " Does this have to do with that girl you went out on date's with?" He asked suddenly. Harry paled considerably. " It does doesn't it? What did she do to you?" He demanded. How was he supposed to explain this? Harry sighed and lay back on his bed, his brother looking down at him intently.

" On Saturday, when me and Hermione went clubbing, er, she was there and convinced me to dance with her. She got a little to close for comfort. I--I'm not use to that and It scared me a bit." He said, feeling really stupid.

" Hn. I figured that's where you got that hickey from." Harry blushed a little. He tried to be careful about hiding that thing. His father didn't notice it but his mom did. She had a knack for those kinds of things. He didn't think Jake would find out because he had always been a little dense. Like now. The man didn't even know he was gay yet. His mother knew and she accepted that she probably wouldn't have grandchildren of her own blood. " Now do you see why dad and me are so overprotective of you? You don't know how to handle yourself in situations like that." Harry came back from his thoughts, sat up and glared at him.

" If you keep claiming to protect me, I'll never learn anything because I'll never have any experiences in anything and when I finally get to college I won't know anything but my studies because of you and Dad!" Harry said angrily.

" That's not true." Jake started.

" Yes it is, why are you so blind? You don't even realize what you're doing!" Harry exclaimed rising to his feet in front of Jake.

" See? This is why we act the way we do! This girl you've been hiding from us has changed you, you've gone out to clubs and who knows where else doing only god knows what, what's happened to you!?" Jake yelled.

" I'm growing up, Jake! I'm bloody growing up and neither you or dad can accept it!" Harry snapped. Jake stood shocked by this, even after Harry stormed out of his own room. After a while Jake sat on the bed, slumped his shoulders, rested his elbows on his knees and covered his face with his hands.

~o00o~

The Halloween dance was Friday and it was already Thursday. Harry was still avoiding Draco and now he was avoiding Jake and his father as well. The only people he ever talked to anymore was his mother and sometimes Hermione who still didn't know what was going on. Not that she hadn't tried to figure out what was going on with her friends, she had, persistently, but every time she mentioned it, they'd clam up. Eventually she gave up on prying it out of them and instead, decided to wait for them to tell her.

" Harry?" He turned around at the sound of his name and frowned when he saw it was Draco. Despite being mad at the tall blonde, he couldn't help but feel a spurt of happiness and a flutter of emotion in his heart. The blonde looked troubled though and his eyes didn't shine as they usually do. They were almost a dull gray/blue.

' Did I cause this?' he asked himself.

" Harry le--" Just then the late bell ring.

" I have to go, I'm late for Piano Lab." He said hurriedly and half-walked, half-ran down the hall, leaving a very frustrated and irritated Draco Malfoy behind.

" Trouble in paradise?" Draco narrowed his eyes at the person leaning against the lockers across the hall. Ron Weasley was completely calm and relaxed and way too smug for Draco's liking.

" What ever are you talking about, Weasel?" Draco drawled. Ron smirked, ignoring the insult to his name.

" I saw you and lover boy at the club, Saturday." Draco's eye's flashed briefly and Ron's smirk widened. " I wonder what everyone will say when they find out that their favorite Malfoy is a bloody ponce." He said, grinning nastily. Ron let out a startled gasp as he was suddenly pushed violently up against the locker and lifted off his feet by the front of his shirt, his toes barely touching the ground. Draco Malfoy's furious icy blue eye's pierced into Ron's fearful and slightly angry blue ones.

" Say one word, Weasel. Just one fucking word and I will make you wish your mom had an abortion when she was pregnant with you." Draco hissed. He dropped the younger male on to his feet and stepped away from the redhead. " Watch yourself Weasley and you may just live a little longer." With that said, Draco calmly walked away, as if he hadn't just threatened someone. Ron watched the boy go, still smirking.

~o00o~

The day passed relatively quickly and soon it was eighth period, Biology for Harry, Draco and Hermione. It was the only class that all three of them had together. The teacher, Professor Snape, was quite possibly the only teacher Hermione and Harry actually hated. His shoulder length black hair was always greasy and looked unwashed. He always wore black, no matter what, making his skin seem ghastly pale. He was unfair to everyone and always sought to get someone in trouble for the littlest things if he thought you were suspicious.

At the moment they were taking a 50-point quiz on something they hadn't even learned yet. Of course Hermione would do well because she was always ahead of the teachers. Everyone else, however, would most likely fail. Harry could already see some of the students giving up on the impossible quiz, probably only getting in one or two answers to something they might have learned in previous years.

Harry checked his watch. There was only ten minutes left in the class, thank god. Harry jumped a little as a folded piece of paper was thrown onto his desk. He didn't turn around, he knew It was from Draco who sat behind him. He checked to see if Professor Snape was watching and the man wasn't. He was busy researching something on his computer (a/n: every teacher has a computer in there room because I'm halfway basing Harry's school off of mine.) Harry slowly and quietly opened the note.

I'm sorry.

-D

Did Draco think he could change things by just saying sorry? Harry sighed slightly and wrote a short not back below his message.

Sorry doesn't always work.

-H

The note came back with another short message, one that made Harry feel terribly guilty and ashamed for being such a weak fool.

I never meant to hurt you. I made a mistake and I beg your forgiveness. Will you please talk with me?

-D

" Well, well, Cheating Mr. Potter?" Professor Snape sneered, standing in front of his desk.

" No." Harry said softly.

The note was snatched from him and the Professors dark eye's read over the note. He glanced between Harry and Draco with his thin eyebrow raised. " I will be taking 5 points from your quiz grade, next time I suggest you leave your quarrels outside of my classroom door." He said, throwing the note away and making his rounds to check on progress and to generally scare the teens by hovering over them. Three minutes later the bell rang and students hurriedly placed their tests on his desk before scurrying from the room.

Harry had just shut his locker and slung his book bag over his shoulder when he saw Draco walking towards him. Harry made to walk towards him but a hand landed on his shoulder stopping him. He turned around and was surprised to see Jake.

" What do you want?" He asked. " Why are you here?"

" I came to pick you up. You forgot your key this morning. Mom and dad won't be home until late and I have to go meet with Carmen." He said, frowning a little. " I didn't want you stuck at Hermione's house all night." Jake explained.

" Fine. Let's go." As they exited to the school, Harry sent Draco an apologetic look before following his brother out the door. Draco, who had stayed to hear what Jake was saying to his brother, smiled a little. This was definite progress. He turned and happily walked back to the classroom the Debate team was using to wait for Hermione.

~o00o~

Damn, how am I supposed to speak to my love with him there?

~o00o~

Harry didn't get a chance to speak with Draco that Friday. There was a fall art exhibit opening up in the Gym that day and he had to spend the whole day down there while people looked around at all the art, some of them even buying but that was only from Dean's exhibit. He was one of three people who painted like the professionals with few mistakes (he is only a freshmen). The other two were Harry himself and a senior that he didn't know.

When a chance to speak with Draco presented itself, his brother once again disrupted it. He came to pick Harry up again, since his parents would be out late again and he would be with them, leaving Harry by himself. The black-haired boy must have been really pre-occupied lately because he forgot his key again, either that or lost it. Draco was starting to get annoyed by Harry's brother. The boy seemed to know he was thwarting his plans to make amends with Harry. But that wouldn't anger Draco. There was still the dance that night. Yes, he could clear things up at the dance.

~o00o~

Harry's house was quiet; they're being no one in it. He hated how it always got this way, how the silence was deafening sometimes. Other times the silence spoke words, startling him, making him think someone else was there. This is why he always made sure, that when he was alone, that he at least put some music on. It helped greatly. Right now, he was listening to Linkin Park, Somewhere I Belong. Despite still not being able to talk with Draco, he was still going to the dance. Not necessarily to dance but to maybe just hang around, something he hadn't done before.

" There sure is a lot I haven't done." He muttered to himself, struggling into the Halloween costume one of the workers at the store picked out for him. He had originally wanted to go as a knight maybe, or a wizard but the squealing blonde lady had practically forced him to buy this costume and now he was stuck with it. " Oh well." He sighed, putting the finishing parts to his costume on. He walked over to his mirror and looked at himself.

His outfit consisted of a tight black body suit with a high collar and long sleeves. The suit was black enough that most of Harry's bodily features were unable to be seen. At the back of the suit, right above his bum, extended a long cat's tail. The body suit had cat paws attached to it. He wore black gloves, made to look like cat paws as well. Perched on his head was a cat ear's headband. Around his neck was a black collar with a little bell ball on it that rung every time he moved. He was able to put on his own make up making cat whiskers. He also wore over the body suit a short charcoal gray sleeveless jean jacket, left open, and a pair of black jeans with a hole cut in the back for his tail. He felt extremely exposed in the outfit and refused to go anywhere without pants. All in all, he looked like an adorable cat-boy. He was wearing his contacts so his emerald eyes seemed impossibly large, like that of a child's.

" This is so going to be embarrassing." He mumbled. His doorbell rang, signaling the coming of his Godfather who agreed to pick him up since the rest of his family was off somewhere. When he opened the door he grinned, seeing Sirius in a Robin Hood outfit.

" Aw, look at the wittle kitten!" Sirius cooed, patting Harry on the head. Harry glared lightly at the man and smiled.

" Come on, Siri. We still have to go pick up Hermione." Harry said.

" Ok, ok. Just don't dirty up my car you nasty feline." Sirius joked. Harry stuck his tongue out childishly and hopped into Sirius' Red Volkswagen GTI. " You didn't bring your coat." Sirius pointed out after they drove towards Hermione's house.

" Oh well. I'll just have to use yours then." Harry said.

" Ha. What makes you think I'm going to let you use my coat?" Sirius asked.

" I'm your godson and you love me and if you don't I'll cry." Harry grinned.

" Good point." Sirius said, stopping at Hermione's house.

" I'll go get her." Harry hopped back out of the car and practically bounced up to her door, his tail swinging behind him and his bell jingling. He had a feeling his chipper mood at the moment was due to the cinnamon pop tarts he insisted on eating before dressing. He rang the doorbell and was surprised to see a red-headed girl open the door, dressed as little red riding hood, her big brown eye's warm with friendliness.

" Hey Harry." She greeted.

" Hi Ginny, what are you doing here?" He asked. He didn't know Ginny Weasley that well but he had talked to her a couple of times when he went to her mother's bakery. She was always helping around the store and would sometimes talk to him and they had gained a decent friendship because of it though because she went to another school, they weren't able to talk much.

" Oh, Hermione asked me to come over and help her with her make-up and hair." She said. While Harry didn't know her well, Hermione had begun to get to know the youngest Weasley child. Harry could remember a few times when Hermione said she was doing this with Ginny or doing that with Ginny. He didn't mind though. Hermione needed another friend, preferably a girl, who could talk about girl stuff with her so it was all well and good with him.

" Is she ready?" He asked.

" Yes, I am." Harry gaped at the girl who now stood in front of him. Hermione had decided to go as an angel. She had on a glittery white tunic like dress that bunched up on the side, showing off a long, tanned leg. She had on golden sandals that tied halfway up her calf. On her back were two small white wings and she carried a small golden harp in her hand. Her hair was straightened out and curled inwards at the end. She wore glittery lip-gloss and her skin was sprinkled with glitter, giving off the effect that she was shining.

" Wow, 'Mione. You look . . .good." He said. If he had been straight, he'd definitely would have asked her out. She grinned and blushed a little.

" Why thank you, Harry. You don't look bad yourself." She complimented.

" Yeah, sweet little kitten." Ginny giggled, patting him on the head. He blushed and sighed in annoyance.

" Are people going to be doing that all night? Cause if they are, I'm going back home." He pouted. The girls laughed before exiting the house, Hermione's mother waving to them as they climbed into Sirius' car.

" Good Evening Mr. Black." Hermione greeted politely.

" Good evening Miss. Granger." He said, driving towards the school. " Who's your friend?" He asked.

" I'm Ginny Weasley." She said.

" Ah, Ron's sister?" She nodded.

" As embarrassing as it is." She said, laughing a little. " I hope he's not too bad at school." She said.

" In my opinion, I think he just needs to grow up." Hermione said. " He gets angry over the littlest things!"

" Well, that's Ron for ya." Harry said as they parked at the school. " So Sirius, are you chaperoning the dance?" He asked.

" Yup. I figure it would be fun." The dance took place in the gym area since it was bigger than the cafeteria. The whole place was transformed, with several round tables scattered around on the far wall from the entrance. The refreshment stand was on the left of the doors. There were black and orange streamers hanging from the ceiling with strings of pumpkin lanterns going around the walls of the gym. There were even some skeletons hanging from the walls and the music blared from the speakers set up around the gym. The gym floor was hidden from view because of the fake fog that covered it.

" Wow, this place looks great." Hermione said. " I wonder who set this all up." She said. Sirius smiled to himself.

" Well, you kids have fun, I'm gonna go find Snape." He said, grinning wickedly. " I wonder if he dressed as a bat? Hehe, or maybe he, gasp, wore white!" They laughed at Sirius as he bounced off, entirely to active for someone in their late thirties.

" Come on, I wanna dance." Ginny said excitedly.

" You two go ahead. I don't want to dance at the moment." Harry said, feeling very unsure of himself. Dancing at a club with people you didn't know was one thing. Dancing at school with people who you'd see until graduation is another thing.

" Suit yourself Harry but I'm dragging you on the dance floor later. " Ginny dragged Hermione out to the floor where they quickly found people to dance with, Ginny dancing with a boy dressed as the scarecrow of the Wizard of Oz, Hermione dancing with someone whose face was hidden by a clown-like mask, dressed as a jester. Half his outfit was gold and the other half was black.

Harry went and sat at one of the tables after getting a soda to drink. He noticed many eyes following him as he walked to his table and cursed the saleslady for forcing this costume on him. His eyes wandered over all the students and teachers after sitting at his table, searching for one person who didn't seem to be there at the moment. He sighed and prayed that Draco would be here. He really did want to talk to him, to apologize. His eyes suddenly flickered over to the door where a tall dark figure stood. He had on a loose white button up shirt with most of the top buttons undone to show his finely toned, golden chest and black leather pants with knee high boots. He had a black cloak over his broad shoulders, held by a golden dragon clasp. His white/blonde hair fell into his cool blue/gray eyes as a grin crept onto the person's face. A pair of pointy fangs poked out from his lips.

' That has to be Draco.' Harry thought. Harry left the table and made his way over to Draco, who was moving away from the door, most eyes following his every movement. He couldn't blame them; he looked delectable and untouchable the way he moved, with grace and ease. How did he always manage to look important, Even at a silly little Halloween dance?

" Harry?" He suddenly found his path blocked by a tall dark haired man dressed as King Arthur. It didn't take him long to figure out who it was as soon as he saw the violet eyes. Only one person had eyes that color.

" Er . . Tom?" He said hesitantly. Tom smiled and nodded.

" I didn't know you went to this school." Tom said brightly. Harry gave him a strange look. Little Hangleton was a pretty small town and there was only the pre-school, the middle school and this High school. It was strange that Tom wouldn't know he went here. He didn't look that young did he?

" . . .Right. What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

" Oh, no reason really. Just doing a favor for a friend." He said. Harry shifted nervously, as Tom looked him up and down, the little bell jingling. " You look . . .good." He said. Harry blushed.

" Um, thanks."

" Do you want to dance?" Tom asked suddenly. Harry began to shake his head no but Tom had already started to drag him on to the floor. Harry tried pulling his wrist out of Tom's grip but the man was strong.

" Harry, there you are!" Harry sighed in relief as Draco blocked Tom's path. Draco, with a forced smile, greeted Tom. " Hello Tom." Tom clenched his jaw shut and nodded in acknowledgement. Harry pulled his wrist out of Tom's hold and moved over to Draco. " I'm sorry if you wanted to dance but I need to talk with him. I've been trying to talk to him since Saturday but his overprotective brother just wouldn't give me the chance." Draco said with false cheerfulness.

" Really? That's very unfortunate." Tom said. Draco started pulling Harry away from the violet-eyed male. " Well, I'm sure I'll catch a dance with you some other time, Harry." Tom said after them. Draco gritted his teeth at this, while pulling the boy towards an exit that would lead them into the school.

" You wish." He said through his teeth. Harry remained silent throughout all of this and until he and Draco made it to a quiet hallway, far away enough from the gym that they could barely hear the music. They stopped at a wall of lockers where Draco sighed. " Finally, we can talk about this." Draco said.

" I'm listening." Harry said. He waited patiently, with his back to the lockers and Draco standing in front of him, for Draco to speak. " Harry, I am so sorry. I mean, I never meant to scare you or hurt you. I probably ruined our friendship because of my stupidity and inability to control my bloody teenage hormones--"

" Draco, I admit that it scared me." Harry cut in. " For some reason physical contact like that has always frightened me. I--I don't understand it, I guess but I made such a big deal about it. It's not like you tried to, er, rape me or anything." He said blushing a little. " I'm a bloody coward, that's all. I get beat up by Ron, picked on for most of my life and it never scared me. Then you give me a hickey and I have a mental breakdown." He scowled at himself and looked away from the blonde. " I'm sorry I'm such an idiot and can't --" Draco grabbed his chin and forced him to look up at him.

" Harry, you are far from an idiot." Draco told him gently. " You are brilliant. You're just . . .people shy." He said, letting go of Harry. " I have a feeling it's because of your brother and father though. They'd lock you up in a tower and swallow the key it they could." Harry laughed a little.

" That's true but I am still sorry. I shouldn't have overreacted like I did. " Harry said softly.

" I shouldn't have done it in the first place." Draco admitted. " And I'm still sorry. I don't ever want to loose you as my friend."

" And you won't." In a sudden spout of courage, Harry walked closer and placed a chaste kiss on Draco's mouth before blushing madly and moving away, muttering an apology. He had no Idea what drove him to do that. Draco stood frozen, absolutely shocked. Harry had kissed him, him first. Would that mean that the smaller teen had some kind of feeling for him? God he hoped so because he didn't think he could let him go now without giving a kiss in return.

Draco shushed Harry's apologizing and pulled Harry to him, his strong arms wrapped around the skinny boy, the bell jingling slightly. Harry was still blushing, extremely embarrassed by the kiss he gave Draco and yet extremely happy that Draco didn't hate him. Of course he wouldn't hate him though, he did give him a hickey.

" Um . . ." Was all Harry could manage to say at the moment. He gripped lightly onto Draco's shirt. Draco smirked lightly.

" You've stolen a kiss from me, Harry." He said, leaning his face closer to Harry's, tilting it a little. " So . . ." His breath ghosted against Harry's lips, that's how close they were. Harry was sure Draco could hear and feel his heart pounding against his ribcage. Harry's bright, innocent emerald eye's gazed up at Draco's cool, passion filled gray/blue ones. " It's only fair that I steal it back." He whispered. He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips gently against the other boy's. Harry, having never had a real kiss before stood there, unsure of what to do. Draco gently ran his tongue over Harry's bottom lip causing him to gasp. Draco took this opportunity to explore Harry's mouth with his tongue. He moaned lightly when he felt Harry hesitantly kiss him back.

Harry shivered in delight. He loved the feeling kissing Draco gave him. He loved the way he smelt, of vanilla and tasted of chocolate. He moved his hands up and wrapped them around Draco's neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, melting in Draco's arms. Draco smiled into the kiss and a minute later they gently broke apart to catch some air but stayed in each other's embrace. Draco thought Harry looked adorably flushed with that ridiculous cat headband on his head and that insanely tight outfit he was wearing. Of course, he wasn't complaining. He absolutely adored the little collar that rang every time Harry moved.

" Wow." Harry breathed. Draco chuckled.

" First kiss?" Draco asked. Harry nodded. " Won't be your last though." Draco said.

" Do you mean . . .?"

" Will you be my boyfriend?" Harry smiled brightly and Draco marveled at how one question could light up the whole boy's face.

" Of course." Harry said, leaning in for another kiss. Draco couldn't deny the boy what he wanted. They stood there for a while, holding each other, tasting each other. They were so wrapped up in each other; they didn't even hear the voice coming down the hall. It wasn't until Draco was forcefully torn from Harry did they notice.

" What the hell do you think you're doing Malfoy!?" He heard his brother bellow. Jake was dressed in a black pinstripe suit with a fake cigar that use to be in his mouth (he spit it out when he saw Draco kissing Harry.) and his hair slicked back, looking awfully like a red-headed Lucius Malfoy. He had Draco by the throat, nearly lifting him off the ground. " You bloody prick--"

" Jake, stop!" Harry tried prying Jake's hands away but it was a useless attempt. " Let him go!" Jake looked back and forth between his brother and the teen gasping for breath under his iron grip.

" You-- you weren't dating a girl were you?" Jake growled softly. " It was him. This . . .this Malfoy. This boy." He suddenly remembered the talk he and Harry had a few days ago and his expression darkened. " He tried to rape you!" He accused. Harry's eyes widened. He couldn't believe Jake was blowing this out of proportion.

" What are you talking about! He didn't do anything like that, Jake let him go, he can't breath!" Harry pulled at his brother's arm. Draco sneered and kneed Jake in the gut. The older man let go of Draco and stumbled backwards. Draco rubbed at his throat, taking in deep breaths. Jake regained his breath quickly and came at Draco again; he rammed into him knocking him onto the floor where he slid into the lockers, banging his head off of it.

" Draco!" Harry made to run towards the still blonde but Jake grabbed his arm and yanked him back. Harry winced in pain. Sometimes when his brother was angry, he didn't know how to hold back his strength. He was sure his arm would be bruised tomorrow. " Let me go." Harry demanded. Jake placed his hands on Harry's shoulders, gripping tightly.

" What the hell were you thinking!? Dating that bastard, are you some kind of Masochist?" He said, shaking Harry roughly. " . . .And what the hell are you wearing?" Jake demanded, for the first time noticing the clothing that left little to the imagination. " You--you look like a bloody prostitute." Harry felt like he had just been stabbed in the heart. Suddenly a fist came out of nowhere and slammed into the side of Jake's head, knocking him away from Harry. Draco stood, looking seriously murderous.

" I don't care that you're his brother. You've no right to say that about him. It's only a costume. " Draco sneered.

" Shut up and leave Malfoy before I kill you." Jake warned.

" Tch. Like that's going to make me leave my boyfriend with a psycho like you. Who knows what you might do to him." Draco knew he was provoking Jake but the man pissed him off and he didn't care. " You act as if I'm the one harming him. You go around trying to hide him from the world. I'm surprised you haven't locked him in a cupboard already, just to keep him from having a life." With out warning Jake ran at Draco. Harry's heart nearly stopped. Jake had gone into professional boxer mode. He didn't see Draco as a sixteen-year-old boy any more, he was an opponent. He swung at Draco who ducked and landed a punch in Jake's stomach. Jake swung again, catching Draco in the shoulder then he punched him again in the stomach. Draco punched him in the face and he stumbled backwards but came back again, ready to strike back.

The next few seconds went by slowly. " Stop!" Jake's fist was aimed at Draco then suddenly Draco wasn't there anymore. Instead Harry was and Jake couldn't stop the course he set his fist on. His fist slammed into the side of Harry's head and suddenly everything became normal. Draco was sprawled out on the floor where Harry had pushed him, Jake was standing with wide eye's, fearful eye's, looking down at a dazed Harry, slumped on the floor, swaying slightly. Everything was ringing in his head. He vaguely wondered how Jake could have his head pounded on every match before succumbing to sweet darkness.

A/n: Only a few changes and some words added. That's all. I hope you enjoyed it. Review!