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[ Chapter 6 ]

My biggest secret? Luke thought.

"My biggest secret?" he scoffed, "I have no secrets." He fake yawned, moving to get off the bed. "I'm kind of tired. I'll see you in the morning okay?"

He tried not to notice Draco's surprised expression and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth before rushing off to his bed. Where had that question come from? He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep but his mind was plagued with what he was going to tell Draco when the question came up again. And he knew it would come up again. There was no way his little act was even almost convincing. He thought hard about possible lies he could tell but fell asleep before deciding on an even almost convincing story.

As Luke awoke the next morning he heard a scuffle at the end of his bed. Pulling back his bed hanging he saw Draco, standing over his trunk, the enchanted journal in his hand.

"Read it to me." He said. It didn't seem to be a question.

"What? Why would I read it to you?" Luke said, a bit groggily.

"DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME, LUKE!" Draco yelled. Luke woke up fully then, surprised and a little worried.

"Just - don't lie to me. I know you write in this almost everyday. There is no way that there should be nothing written in here. It's enchanted. Read it to me. What's your secret Luke?"

Luke sat up, trying to roll himself off his bed saying, "Can't I go to breakfast first? We'll talk later." But Draco pushed him back down. He sat across from him and stared.

"Tell me." Luke let out a tired sigh and fidgeted in his place.

"What about the other guys? Won't they hear me?" Luke asked, trying to find any reason to not talk.

Draco waved his arm in a dismissive manner and shook his head. "Silencing charm. Go."

After a long pause Luke finally spoke. "What do you want me to say Draco?" He asked. "

I want you to read me the last entry in this journal." Draco thrust the journal at him and watched as he opened it.

Luke took a deep breath. It was now or never. But what about later? Later is always good. He was about to voice that opinion when he caught sight of Draco's serious gaze. Lucas turned to the last written-on page and began to read.

"Everyday with Draco is a good one lately. If anyone had asked me 4 weeks ago what I thought about him I wouldn't have hesitated before saying that I hated him. He's different now. I really like it. I've been thinking a lot lately about what will happen when this is all over. I'll have to start again as -"

Luke stopped for a bit and looked up at Draco who nodded encouragingly. Luke took a deep breath and continued.

"As Harry. Easy as it might be to win Draco's heart being Harry, I don't want to lose the part of the relationship that he and Lucas have. I read his journal a bit ago. Draco liked me and I never even knew. A lot of things shock me lately. I'm shocked that people can actually like me without that scar on my forehead. And that is amazing. Anyway, I have to go. I'm off to play Quidditch with Draco now. More later."

Harry closed the book and looked up at Draco. Draco had silent tears on his cheeks and he seemed to be at a loss.

"You're...Harry?" Draco finally managed to choke out. Harry nodded. "How?" Draco asked. "Why? Why did you do this?" He let out a strangled sob. "Was it to get back at me for what I've done all these years? Because if it is, you've won. I'm sorry. And this is by far the cruelest thing I have ever seen."

"No! Draco! It has nothing to do with that. This was all an accident!" Harry yelled out, then mentally kicked himself when he saw the stricken look on his face.

"Not like that, Draco. I didn't mean to come here and to like you and to date you. I didn't mean for any of that to happen, but it did. And I'm sort of glad. I didn't know how I was going to tell you. This certainly never crossed my mind as one of the options though."

Draco wiped his face and coughed. "Tell me everything. I think I deserve to know." His face was set. He didn't seem to want to show any emotion anymore.

"Okay, well. I guess it all started when I was told that Dumbledore was going to be going away for 6 weeks..."

And Harry told him everything. He told him about the mirror and changing his appearance. He told him about the enchanted journal. He told him about his true feelings for him. And he told him about the stories he had had to make up.

"Right," Said Draco, moving to stand up. "So pretty much every story you've told me about your past is a lie. Lovely. Great. I don't even know you." Draco opened the bed hangings and slid off, about to leave the dorm.

"Draco! Wait! What's happening? Don't tell me we're done!" Harry cried, rushing up past him to block the door.

"I don't know." Draco said. "I don't know much of anything, do I? Just leave me alone Harry." And with that he attempted to push past Harry. Harry didn't budge.

"You can't tell anyone, Draco. Promise. Dumbledore's orders."

Draco sneered. "Of course, that must be why you couldn't tell me."

"Exactly! So you see Draco, there was nothing I could do!" Harry said eagerly. Finally, he though, Finally I'm getting through to him.

"Right, Potter. See you around." And he pushed, more firmly this time out the door. Slamming it shut on a stunned Harry.

Harry entered his first class a bit late, seeing as he was searching every hall between classes trying to find Draco. He slid into Potions and only receiving a nod from Professor Snape he took his seat. Draco was careful not to look at him.

"Draco, would you please just talk to me?" Harry said from the corner of his mouth. Draco did not reply but put his hand in the air.

"Sir, I'm not feeling well, would it be alright if I went to see Madame Pomfrey?" He didn't look the least bit sick. Snape just nodded and Draco gathered his things and left. Leaving Harry once more. The class was uneventful. He shared a few private looks with Blaise and he knew he'd have to tell her at least some part of the story in their next class. He just had to decide what that part would be.

In the next class Harry tried to immerse himself in his notes but couldn't ignore the piece of parchment pushing at his elbow so he reached down and grabbed it. Unfurling it he read :

What's going on with you and Draco? Are you to fighting already? Xoxo Blaise.

Harry dipped his pen into his ink and looked down. What to tell her.

I read his journal and he's angry with me. We had a bit of a row this morning about it, but I'm hoping it will blow over by the end of the day. Xoxo - Lucas.

He watched Blaise read the note and prayed that she believed him. She rose her eyebrow a bit and then wrote a reply.

Oh, is that all? Of course he'll get over it. Trust him to be melodramatic about it and leave to go to the nurse. It'll be fine. Xoxo Blaise.

Harry wished that that was all. He wished that he was only arguing with Draco about the journal because that, he knew would blow over with some sweet words and an apology. But this, he wasn't so sure. He had completely betrayed Draco's trust then. He cared deeply for Draco now, after these past weeks, but what would make Draco believe him now that he knew that most everything else was a lie?

He was on his way to Transfiguration wondering if Draco would turn up, or if he would at least spare him a glance. But after a while he knew he had no such chance. He slid into his seat next to Hermione and took out his things. He couldn't even muster up the energy to say hello to her. She seemed to notice.

"Luke? Is there something wrong?" She asked.

Harry looked up at her and saw the concern in her eyes and it broke his heart that he could not tell her what was wrong as usual. It had been fun being Lucas but now he wanted nothing more but to go back to his old life, his old friends and to know that he had someone to turn to.

"Nothing Hermione. I'll be fine. How are you?" He asked her, trying to change the subject.

"If you say so. I'm much better. I received a letter from Harry the other day!" She gushed.

Harry tried his best to look surprised. "Oh really?"

"Yes! He said he'll be back in two weeks and that all is well with him. He seemed really happy. I think he might have gotten something of a real love life over there now that he's rid himself of that Cho business. I'm excited to see him. You'll get to meet him to you know. I think you two would get on really well." Harry snorted and looked up at Professor McGonagall who looked about ready to start class. They both took notes and Harry tried very hard not to let his mind wander to Draco. He would have to sort things out for him later. Worrying wasn't doing anyone any good.

When class was over Harry headed with Hermione and a disgruntled Ron down to the Great Hall for lunch. Ron still hadn't warmed up to Lucas so Harry usually kept his distance. When they reached the entrance Harry bid them goodbye and headed over to the Slytherin table. He took his seat in between Blaise and Pansy, Draco sitting across from him. Harry said hi to everyone including Draco but draco just remained silent and glared down at his food.

"Where do you suppose Dumbledore has been all this time?" Pansy asked.

"I'm not sure. Does anyone know when he'll be back?" Blaise returned.

"Two weeks." Harry said without thinking. Draco gave him a sharp look and then returned to looking at his food.

"How do you know?" Blaise asked.

"I heard a teacher talking about it. Not that I really like the man or anything. The school just seems different without him." Blaise and Pansy nodded their agreement and Draco looked up at him, fuming. He snorted and then left the table. Obviously Harry's lie had thrown him over the edge.

Draco ignored Harry for two days straight. He didn't say a word when Harry laid on his bed waiting for him. He didn't so much as blink as he ripped up the note Harry had left him on his bed. Harry was at a loss for ideas.

Finally, three days after Draco learned the truth about Lucas, Draco spoke up.

They were alone in the dormitory after dinner Thursday night and they were both sitting on their respective beds. Harry stared across the room at Draco and Draco, pretending not to notice continued writing in his journal.

Eventually the quill stopped and without looking up he said. "So you'll be turning back to Harry Potter soon, right?" It wasn't much, but at least he was talking.

"Yeah, a week and 2 days."

"Good." Draco said. He continued writing.

"Draco, listen to me. Why don't you believe that I care for you?" Harry asked, he slowly moved towards Draco's bed. Not wanting to surprise him.

"Why should I believe anything you say to me?" Draco said. He dropped his journal and quill, letting the ink splatter on his sheets. "Do you know how happy I was?" Draco asked. "No, I bet you don't because you're so consumed in your little Harry Potter world to notice that other people actually have feelings. What's wrong with you? You took all that away from me!" He was seething now, and off the bed, closer to Harry.

"What are you talking about?" Harry yelled. "I'm the same person! Nothing has changed!" Luke said. "The history I told you about myself, so what if it isn't true. My personality is true. My past makes no difference."

"Yes it does! It makes all the difference. You and Lucas James are not the same! I'm in love with someone I don't even know!"

"You're - " Harry had been about to say "you're crazy." But then the thought dawned on him that maybe Draco was crazy.

"You don't love me! There's no way. You're crazy. You can't possibly be in love with me." Harry nearly laughed. Leave it to Draco to be completely irrational and over dramatic.

Love him. Hah.

"You're right. I don't love you. I love Lucas. I love a part of your brain. I don't love you, I love your fucking imagination!" Draco screamed. "I can't even TALK about this anymore." He sat down on the edge of his bed and brought his head to his knees. This was all too much.

"It's not like you didn't like me to begin with! You liked me even before I was Lucas, what changed? You know the man behind the scar now. What? You don't like me anymore Draco? Is that it? Did I not meet your expectations?"

He was taunting Draco now, and while he hadn't meant to do it, it was oddly satisfying. Draco did not answer him.

Harry inched closer and placed a hand on his back and then bent over to say he was sorry. "I'm sorry, Draco. Really, I am. I -" He was going to explain himself some more when Draco pushed back and shot up off the bed.

"Don't touch me, Potter. Just don't." Luke watched Draco storm out of a room away from him for the third time in that week and sat down onto Draco's bed and sighed to himself.

Nine more days.