It's time for chapter number eight. You'd think at one thirty in the morning that I would be too tired to write anything, but I'm alive and buzzing and even have the energy to remind you that this story contains homosexual and homophobic content, along with violence, blood, gore, and a sweet and tender romance between Harry and Draco. –Cough– Who am I kidding with that last one?!

Now as you know (or you may not) I came up with the idea of Harry Potter. J.K Rowling and me were best friends in school and one day I confessed to her I was thinking of starting a 7-book series.

"Oh really," she said interestedly, "What's it going to be about?" The sly woman then jotted everything down in her notepad, and bunked off school for the next five years. I thought that she was just sick or something, so imagine my surprise when I'm slaving over a computer, trying to make my story work, to finally take it to the publishers and then threatened with ten years in jail for plagiarism! That cow stole my stories! So I have to settle for writing fanfics now, which suits me just fine because I can include slash smut and everyone knows that slash smut is the best! Even if I'm not richer than the queen of England like my former best friend –cries–

(Oh, and you should know – I'm a compulsive liar. –Grins widely–)


Another important part of my life to share with you. For some reason, I feel like I'm betraying you. (And I'm not joking now, I'm being serious.) When I started this story, to be honest, I didn't really think I'd be getting into it this much. I read other stories on here, and they just seemed so good, that mine didn't really compare. But I found that when I started to write it, I got really fond, attatched, and committed to updating it.

This is why it sucks that I'm moving away from home in six days leaving me unable to write for a very, VERY long time. I never say never, and the very first chance I get at updating I definitely will, but I don't want to say I can definitely update, because that would be a lie. Gawd, I'm getting sad writing this lol, I really don't want to leave my story behind, lol. I don't want to rush it either, so I'll just be making the chapters loner, developing the story quicker, and frequently updating it more often, and see what point I'm at when it's time for me to finish. I just thought I should let you guys know anyway!


With that sad fact over –cries– lets get on with the lovely reviews!

First of all, may I say thank you to ciberloco who demands more kink lol. You twisted minded person you, lol. I have had Draco blackmail, backhand, orally rape and degrade Harry and you want more? What kind of sicko are you? ... You're the kind of sicko I like lol! I'll try my best to include more of the kinkiness you adore in upcoming chapters!

Next can I say thank you to Astheyrefalling. You're going to think of me as really strange, but when you left the review saying "Ello wickedness" I thought of a woman with a cockney accent drawling sexily. So –ahem – sorry if that's not you. Thanks for the review!!!

Thank you also to shorty-girly who assured me the last chapter wasn't my worst lol. Yep, I loved Mrs. Weasley having a go at them too, I was practically laughing my head off when I was typing it up, and they were all looking ashamed of themselves lol.

You know cmere1 I think you write such lengthy reviews on purpose, so my fingers ache by the time I'm finished replying to you alone. And now you've raised your game because not only did you leave a first, but you also made up an excuse about fanfiction not working so you could leave me another equally long, if not longer, second review. Lol, you know I love them really! I'm glad you felt sorry for heartless bastard Draco. I was trying to make him seem vulnerable and like a victim even though he was still a bully. I was kind of scared to how much I related to him and the position he was in. Scary...

And though I can't say too much about ff (because you know, they're hosting my story and all, kind, kind people!) I agree that they do suck, because they messed up my last chapter by not bolding some of my review comments. I mean, how dare their stupid site refuse to work for moi! It's appalling! I should write to them and complain! Or...I suppose I could just go up to my room and put on a Harry Potter DVD and fantasize about what Harry would do to me with his wand. That sounds more appealing! Lol, I'm not usually this much of a slut, you've brought out the worst in me! Lol, begone with you! Lol, thanks for the review hun!!! Oh, and without sounding all crazy/stalkerish, I went on your blog site, and you can definitely confirm that you did indeed make a boy cry with your PG-13 story!

Thank you to hokuspokus for saying that the chapter was awesome lol. I'll keep them coming as long as you keep reading them lol. Thanks for your comments!

Thank you to ura for their review! I'm really pleased that you said that you liked the last chapter because you and Svetlana Lvova have been the only two people to give me criticisms about the story, and I managed to convert your feelings, if not only for one chapter, so that was cool lol. Thank you for your review, much appreciated!

Thank you to forgivenliar for your comments. The Weasley children were stupid, and mean and nasty and I wanted to drag them around by their red hair but as Ron apologised at the end of the last chapter, I might think of forgiving them. Maybe.

Thank you lampshadesrgreat for your comments. Lol, I guess you hate cliffhangers then, huh? Lol. I hate suspense myself, and I know the frustration when you want to find out what's going on. Hmmm, that's an interesting idea; that they were putting on an act for Mrs. Weasley. Fred, George and Ginny haven't officially apologised yet, but Ron did, and because he was alone with Harry when he said it, he wouldn't have done it if he didn't really mean it, so it's safe to say that he and Harry are friends again :)

And last but definitely not least to kinky krooks for your review, and I have to thank you doubly for providing me with ideas for my other story, lol. Depending on which you read first, I just want you to know that I did use your idea and hope I did it justice lol. And I definitely hope Lucius gets what he deserves in this story...even though I haven't thought that far ahead yet lol.

Thank you to all the reviewers! I appreciate all your comments so, so much! And now, onto the story! Enjoy:


For the first time in days, Harry had dared to breathe again. Metaphorically, of course. Although he didn't let his guard down once, he was oddly confused, yet thankful that no news had yet reached the burrow about the Order. Dumbledore had visited once in the holidays, not talking to Harry once, something that both angered and worried him, but he had eavesdropped him telling Mrs. Weasley that the Order was fine.

So what did this mean? Malfoy had definitely told. That was obvious, wasn't it? So they were planning a big surprise attack, or playing a sick game that wasn't quite ready to begin yet. Both options had Harry feeling a queasy feeling in his stomach, and he was just about ready to physically push Hermione out of his way for all the worrying and anxiousness she annoyingly displayed.

As he was eating his final breakfast at the burrow as he, Hermione and the Weasley children were heading back to Hogwarts that morning, an owl screeched its arrival and flew neatly through the window. Harry felt the familiar sickening sensation in the pit of his stomach, and braced himself for a cry of anguish from Mrs. Weasley. But none came as she read the note the owl carried and informed them that the train for Hogwarts was going to be due on time.

When they reached the platform a couple of hours later, Harry caught a flash of blonde hair. He stiffened, before his shoulders relaxed, as he saw the owner of the blonde locks dressed in the blue-attired robes of the Ravenclaw house. He had to stop worrying like this; he scolded himself, before he almost let a nervous peal of laughter escape. Stop worrying? He may have unearthed deadly secrets to a boy whose family was connected with the most powerful dark wizard in history!

He barely registered Mrs. Weasley saying goodbye to him, peering round anxiously for a sight of Draco, but he was nowhere to be seen. He made his way to an empty carriage with Ron, Hermione and Ginny, and found one with Luna and Neville sitting down.

"Alright Harry," said Neville, nodding at him, before shooting the slightest of quizzical looks at Ron, who looked back, half angry and half embarrassed.

"Yeah, me and Harry are friends, I've stopped being stupid now, alright?" he said gruffly. Hermione gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and he smiled back gratefully before leaning in for a kiss. Neville shrugged indifferently but then stole a quick glance at Harry and gave him a pleasant smile.

"Ah, Harry," said Luna dazedly. "Still gay?"

Hermione stifled a giggle, and even Ron had a vague smile playing upon his lips. "Yeah Luna," said Harry friendly, "I am."

"Me too, me too," said Luna vaguely. "I told my parents a couple of days ago. They were shocked for some reason. I said I was as free as a kite, and then they said I was still their daughter and they were proud of me whatever life path I chose."

The carriage, save Luna, was in tears of laughter by now as they imagined a clueless Luna informing her parents of her non-existent attraction towards females.

"Potter."

The informative tone froze Harry's insides in an instant and he turned his head towards the carriage door so fast, he almost cricked his neck. There, dressed in the toxic green robes of the Slytherin house, flanked by the heavy builds of Crabbe and Goyle was...

Pansy.

"Draco told me to give you this," she said, holding out a piece of folded parchment. "It's secret though, so don't let any of these lot read it," she said, looking around the carriage in distaste. Harry took it from her with shaking hands.

"Suppose you've read it thought, haven't you, nosy cow..." said Hermione nastily.

"Be quiet mudblood, you forget your place sometimes," said Pansy airily, leaving Hermione to fume silently in her seat. "Besides, he's bewitched it, so if any prying eyes do read it, they'll have a hideous facial deformity cast upon them."

"Better learn not to be so nosy then next time Parkinson," said Ginny, before slamming the carriage door shut in her spluttering face. The carriage snickered.

"Well, aren't you going to open it?" asked Ron. "What crap is Draco sprouting off now? Though I've got to say, I kind of missed him not coming to the carriage himself like he normally does. He probably thinks he's too important for that now."

Harry grinned weakly, and stuffed the parchment in his robe pocket.

"Aren't you opening it?" asked Hermione, backing up Ron's question.

"I er...no, well...I don't want you guys to get facial deformities," he joked. "You'll end up looking like Parkinson."

"Oh that girl gets on my nerves" seethed Hermione, and Harry relaxed slightly, glad that the name-dropping of Pansy threw Hermione off course. Inside, he was still shaking with terror. What had Draco written to him? He couldn't wait to get off the carriage and have a moment's peace to read it in private.

When they finally reached the school and huddled inside to keep warm after the rain, they were meant to go into the great hall for a half term feast.

"You go ahead," Harry called to Hermione and Ron, "I'll be there in a second." Leaving their questioning cries of protest behind, he made his way to the boys bathroom on the ground floor.

He pushed open the door and made his way over to the cubicles. There were only two in there, and the left one was occupied. He pushed open the door next to it, and settled down on the seat, delving into his robes to find the parchment.

A stifled sob sounded off next to him, and Harry forgot what he was doing. A series of loud sniffs followed suit, before audible gulps could be heard, before dissolving into fresh sobs that plucked at Harry's heartstrings. The tears sounded like they'd been caused by real pain. Harry knew because this familiar sound was the one that he'd fallen asleep to many nights in his life. He debated whether to call out and ask if they were all right, but he knew that he hated anyone to see him crying, and figured most people would feel the same.

Still, he couldn't just let this person cry their heart out without doing anything. A sudden thought struck him. What if they were hurt, and needed help? He would just be sitting there, doing nothing. He had to do something. Hesitatingly, he stood on the toilet seat, and slowly looked over into the other cubicle.

"D-DRACO?"

He said it with such force that he lost his footing and his leg almost fell down the toilet. He dropped onto the cubicle floor, and heard the sound of a lock being opened from the cubicle next to his. His own door was suddenly kicked open and Draco, complete with tear-stained red eyes, barged in and locked the door behind him. He pushed Harry roughly against a wall.

"You can't fucking read?" he asked sharply, his voice still containing hints of sadness, though it was well concealed by anger. "I said on the note fifteen minutes AFTER Dumbledore's speech to meet me, why the fuck have you done it now?"

"Draco, I –"

He was cut off by a stinging backhander from Draco. Harry barely registered the pain.

"Draco, are you okay?"

Draco's angered features slightly softened as Harry asked him how he was doing.

"W-what?" he said caught off guard.

"Are you okay?" Harry repeated, genuinely concerned for Draco's well-being. He noticed an ugly bruise formed underneath Draco's eye and gave a sharp intake of breath. Slowly, his hand drifted closer towards his cheek, before he caressed it gently.

"What happened?" Harry whispered, so soft that Draco could ignore it if he wanted to. Draco did nothing, seemingly soothed by Harry's soft touch, before he knocked his hand away.

"Get your queer hands off me Potter," he spat spitefully, his anger flooding back to him. "Don't think you've got one over on me, seeing me like this. It's nothing all right, just forget what you saw. I've still got loads I can tell my father, so you better do what the fuck I say all right?" he snarled.

Harry nodded sadly, still staring at Draco's cheek with great concern. Draco looked slightly confused, his grey eyes flickering at Harry, trying to read his expression and feelings. His eyes stayed focused on his slaves emerald coloured ones, and he turned away quickly, unlocking the door on the cubicle.

"Meet me in my room tonight at ten, got it?" he said thickly, still facing the door, not looking at Harry. Harry nodded.

Draco opened the door and chanced a quick glance at Harry. He was still staring at him, sadness etched into every part of his face. Draco felt a wave of weakness washing over him, and he cursed himself inwardly for his vulnerability.

"Potter, I just want to say thanks," he blurted out quickly, before bolting out of the bathroom leaving Harry alone.


So I don't know if I managed to convey that well or not; the vulnerability of Draco showing through. Ah well, this is another chapter that I like. Maybe I'll like them more as I post each one. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter, and whether you did or not, or you have any advice or questions or anything, please, please, leave comments! Thank you so much, luv Jordan xxxx