**Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to update.~~Shakes her fist at her boyfriend~~ Here's chapter five. PLEASE review!!!**
Harry turned sharply away from Draco, trying deperately to avoid his gaze. He didn't know what to say, but he couldn't lie. He didn't love Draco ; two days ago, he hated him. Everything was moving too fast. Harry asked himself what he would want to hear if he were in Draco's position, and came to the conclusion he would want the truth.
"I like you a lot, Draco," he said, not looking at the tall Slytherin. He could feel Draco's gaze burning into the side of his face, but didn't dare turn and look at him. Though Harry wasn't looking at him, he knew Draco was about to cry.
"It's all right, Harry," Draco replied softly. "I know you don't love me, I don't expect you to just yet. I've been hiding my feelings for you for a very long time, though. I've tried so hard to keep myself from loving you."
Harry turned now and looked into his eyes.He was confused to see that Draco had a slight grin on his face.
"Just as long as you don't push me away," Draco laughed.
"Never." Harry said as he moved back to where he had been before - in Draco's arms - and then kissing him.
"Dance with me, Draco Malfoy," Harry said playfully, grabbing Draco's hands and pulling their bodies closer together. Draco laughed as their noses touched and Harry began grinding against him slowly.
"This isn't dancing, love," he said with a big grin, "this is vertical grinding."
"And?" Harry asked as he grinded harder.
Draco groaned to himself, and laughed when Harry flicked his tongue against his cheek.
"Harry?" he asked after a few moments. "When we go back to school, are you going to hide from me?"
"What?"
"Well," Draco said timidly, "people might say things about us. You know as well as I do we'd never be accepted in the wizarding world."
The truth was, Harry had never thought about the prospect of gays in the wizarding world. He had known a few gay people before he came to Hogwarts, though, and they had all been great people. Harry found himself wondering what certain people in his life would say if they knew he were here, holding Draco Malfoy, and looking at him as best he could through his eye that had been hit.
Uncle Vernon's voice came into his mind: " Figures, boy! You always were the disgusting kind of child who is too stupid to figure out that this is wrong!"
Ron's came next: "Harry, what are you thinking?! Malfoy? It's a trick, he's just waiting to get your back turned and then BANG, he'll curse you. Malfoy can't be trusted, Harry, you know that!"
Hermione's upset whisper: "Harry, what's wrong with you? It's Malfoy. You have too many things you should be worrying about without sleeping in the Malfoy Manor."
His cousin Dudley's amused giggle came next: "Of course you're gay, what girl would touch YOU?"
"Harry?" Draco's voice called Harry back into the present.
"Draco," he said, "I don't care what they say, I'd never be ashamed of you."
Draco kissed him softly on the lips, and they headed back toward the Manor, hand in hand.
**MEANWHILE, NEAR LITTLE HANGLETON**
Dear Ron,
How has your summer been going? Mine's been fine. I'm writing you because I don't know who else to write, if I'm to be honest. Yesterday, my cousin and I were in Diagon Alley, and as we were walking by that turn off into Knockturn Alley, we saw something that's been bothering me. Draco Malfoy was carrying Harry into some store, and it looked like Harry was unconscious or something. I don't know where Malfoy took him, but I'm sure something's up. Make sure Harry's okay, will you?
Write back, Pervati Patil.
Ron Weasley dropped the letter to the floor in shock. "Ron? What is it?" his sister asked. "Ron?"
Harry turned sharply away from Draco, trying deperately to avoid his gaze. He didn't know what to say, but he couldn't lie. He didn't love Draco ; two days ago, he hated him. Everything was moving too fast. Harry asked himself what he would want to hear if he were in Draco's position, and came to the conclusion he would want the truth.
"I like you a lot, Draco," he said, not looking at the tall Slytherin. He could feel Draco's gaze burning into the side of his face, but didn't dare turn and look at him. Though Harry wasn't looking at him, he knew Draco was about to cry.
"It's all right, Harry," Draco replied softly. "I know you don't love me, I don't expect you to just yet. I've been hiding my feelings for you for a very long time, though. I've tried so hard to keep myself from loving you."
Harry turned now and looked into his eyes.He was confused to see that Draco had a slight grin on his face.
"Just as long as you don't push me away," Draco laughed.
"Never." Harry said as he moved back to where he had been before - in Draco's arms - and then kissing him.
"Dance with me, Draco Malfoy," Harry said playfully, grabbing Draco's hands and pulling their bodies closer together. Draco laughed as their noses touched and Harry began grinding against him slowly.
"This isn't dancing, love," he said with a big grin, "this is vertical grinding."
"And?" Harry asked as he grinded harder.
Draco groaned to himself, and laughed when Harry flicked his tongue against his cheek.
"Harry?" he asked after a few moments. "When we go back to school, are you going to hide from me?"
"What?"
"Well," Draco said timidly, "people might say things about us. You know as well as I do we'd never be accepted in the wizarding world."
The truth was, Harry had never thought about the prospect of gays in the wizarding world. He had known a few gay people before he came to Hogwarts, though, and they had all been great people. Harry found himself wondering what certain people in his life would say if they knew he were here, holding Draco Malfoy, and looking at him as best he could through his eye that had been hit.
Uncle Vernon's voice came into his mind: " Figures, boy! You always were the disgusting kind of child who is too stupid to figure out that this is wrong!"
Ron's came next: "Harry, what are you thinking?! Malfoy? It's a trick, he's just waiting to get your back turned and then BANG, he'll curse you. Malfoy can't be trusted, Harry, you know that!"
Hermione's upset whisper: "Harry, what's wrong with you? It's Malfoy. You have too many things you should be worrying about without sleeping in the Malfoy Manor."
His cousin Dudley's amused giggle came next: "Of course you're gay, what girl would touch YOU?"
"Harry?" Draco's voice called Harry back into the present.
"Draco," he said, "I don't care what they say, I'd never be ashamed of you."
Draco kissed him softly on the lips, and they headed back toward the Manor, hand in hand.
**MEANWHILE, NEAR LITTLE HANGLETON**
Dear Ron,
How has your summer been going? Mine's been fine. I'm writing you because I don't know who else to write, if I'm to be honest. Yesterday, my cousin and I were in Diagon Alley, and as we were walking by that turn off into Knockturn Alley, we saw something that's been bothering me. Draco Malfoy was carrying Harry into some store, and it looked like Harry was unconscious or something. I don't know where Malfoy took him, but I'm sure something's up. Make sure Harry's okay, will you?
Write back, Pervati Patil.
Ron Weasley dropped the letter to the floor in shock. "Ron? What is it?" his sister asked. "Ron?"
