All Ron's Fault- Chapter 6. The Truth about Harry

Notes: Yea I know long time no update. But real life is a wench.

Warnings: SLASH! Yes my slash loving friends I will have some more slash. Also this is the Angst chapter. Yes this story takes place in 6th year AFTER Order of the Phoenix which means Siri is dead. Sorry.

Pairing: Draco/Harry

/Owl posts/

--Thoughts-

Harry sat out by the lake thinking. The past week had be interesting to say the least. He gets dumped by Seamus, Hermione has the audacity to say that Ron may like him shutter, Seamus starts going out with Blaise, Draco kisses him, he calls Snape a bat out of hell, gets detention, makes out with draco on Snape's desk, comes to terms with the fact he's not calling Draco by his given name, and he and draco got a weeks work of detention when Snape came too.

Harry sighed. His life was NEVER easy.

Harry watched in detached amusement as the Giant Squid tries to attack some first year that wandered to close to the shore. He wished Sirius could be here. He'd know what to do. But no, Sirius was dead. No thanks to him. Draco was wrong. Harry shouldn't stay away from Draco, Draco should stay away from Harry. That is if Draco wanted to live to see the age of 17. Harry was a black cat and he knew it. He was surprised that Ron and Hermione stayed with him after Sirius died.

--It's not fair.-- Harry thought laying in the grass, --why can't I be happy?--

Harry sat up suddenly.

Could he be happy with Draco?

No that didn't matter. So Harry set forth a plan. He'd ignore draco in hopes that any little speck of hope he had for a functional relationship with his enemy would be squashed like a bug.

((2 weeks later))

Draco Malfoy, Heir to the Malfoy fortune, Son of the most notorious death eater, Slytherin Prince, Ice Prince, and all around sex god was in a funk. He has been trying for the past two weeks to get Harry alone and it was like the blasted boy with lived was IGNORING HIM! No one ignores Draco Vladimir Xavier Malfoy, NO ONE! But the weird thing was he wasn't mad that Harry was ignoring him he was... depressed. Harry ignored him completely. He didn't talk, insult, didn't even blink in Draco's general direction. And draco was acting like a freaking girl because of it. Blaise thought he was bonkers, Theo laughed every time he saw Draco, and Crabbe and Goyle... well they didn't do much of anything to begin with so didn't change anything.

All around life... SUCKED! Draco had to do something. Something big to catch Harry's attention. At that exact moment he spotted Hermione Granger heading to the library.

--When the object of one's affection is being stubborn, one must corner said object's best friend and seek his/her consul on getting the object in question's affection. Never mind the fact that I've already done this before and when I did that, I insulted her.-- with an evil grin Draco set forth on his new plan.

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"Gra- Hermione! Wait up!" Draco called as he ran down the hall. Hermione stopped dead in her tracks The last time she herd that voice it was calling her a chipmunk with meet balls in her mouth... it could be him. "HERMIONE!" She looked out the window to make sure no pigs were flying, cause that would be the other only occasion (short of the grimsmen of the apocalypse coming down to borrow her copy of Cosmo) when the muggle born hating Slytherin known as Draco Malfoy would talk to her... and by first name!

Seeing no pigs she turns and looked at the blond Slytherin.

"Yes. What do you want?" Hermione asked. Unlike her two best friends she paid attention the hat's warning last year about unity and was trying her best to mend the wounds between Slytherin and Gryffindor. (She had already made great breakthroughs by making friends with Millicent and Pansy).

"Can I talk to you somewhere... private?" Draco asked. Something about the way Draco looked at her made her nod and lead him to the room of requirement.

"Alright you have my attention... what do you want?" Hermione asked sitting on one of the chairs the room provided her. Draco took the one across from her.

"It's about Harry. I'm sure you've noticed that we've been acting differently to each other." Hermione snorted.

"I'd have to be blind. Deaf, and dumb not to notice. You go from enemies to making out to Harry ignoring you in less then one month. What does this have to do with me?"

"I can't live with out him. I don't know what it means but the two weeks he's been ignoring me has been hell. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even think with out remember him. It's so flipping bizarre. I shouldn't be thinking these things considering out history. But I do and I'd rather have him hating me then him not noticing I exist." Finished with his speech he looked at the floor.

"Why him Draco. You could have anyone you want... why Harry?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Because he's exactly opposite of what I should be attracted to. He's bright where I'm dark, he's warm where I'm cold, he laughs when I sneer, his smile brightens up a room where mine mostly makes people cry." Draco said.

"Have you told him this?" Hermione asked.

"No. Every time I try to get him alone he says "You don't need me messing things up" and walks away."

"Just as I suspected. He tried to do this with me and Ron when Sirius Died. He doesn't want anyone he loves to get hurt." At Draco's shocked look Hermione quickly added "I'm sure he just has strong feelings for you... maybe not love just strong feelings" Draco noticeably relaxed.

"why are you helping me when before you sent me to my knees when you saw me making out with the golden boy?"

"Because then I didn't actually believe you're safe for him. But after seeing the way he reacted after cutting you out of his life, I want him to be happy more then anything in the world." She finished smiling. Draco returned the smile.

"So how can I get him to talk to me?" Draco asked. Hermione thought for a moment then smiled. She leaned forward and started whispering to Draco, who (as Hermione talked) got a bigger and bigger grin on his face.

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Then next morning dawned bright and warm. The sun was out, the birds were singing, and Hagrid was watering his plants outside his house. Yup it was a great day. Unless you were Harry Potter. Then all you saw was black.

He was having a bad morning. First his alarm went off late and if it hadn't been for Pig he would have over slept. Then there was no more hot water, he got shampoo in his eye, stubbed his toe on the way to get his books, his ink bottle exploded in his backpack, he couldn't find he potion's book, and he was missing his left shoe. All this before he left the dorm room.

Once he obtained the lost shoe he headed down for Breakfast.

The day looked up from there. They were having his favorite breakfast today: pancakes with maple syrup, sausage patties and links, every form of egg you can imagine and orange juice. Sitting down at the table he dug into his plate.

Soon everyone's ears were invaded by the sound of flapping wings. Harry didn't bother to look up. So when a regal looking eagle owl stood in front of him, he was shocked. It was Holding a letter, and it was addressed to him. Harry untied the letter and gave the Owl some sausage. The owl then took flight.

"Who's it from mate?" Ron asked. Harry gave him a "I'm still pissed at you so don't talk to me" look and opened the letter.

/Dear Harry (look I didn't call you potter... wait I just did.. DAMN IT!),

By now you're wondering why you're day went from suddenly bad to very good. I had some help and I found out what your favorite breakfast was. Then, with a little persuasion and threatening them with clothes, I got the house elves to change the breakfast menu.

I know you don't want me to get close, but don't you realize knowing you want me and I want you but I'm not able to get you makes me want you even more.

Confused, well I am.

Here's a poem to describe how I feel since I can't really put it in words of my own.

I hate your unruly hair,
I hate it when you stare,

I hate it when you don't talk to me,
I hate your big coke-bottle glasses,
and the way you read my mind,
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it when your always right,
I hate it when you lie,
I hate it when you make me laugh,
and even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when your not around,
and the fact that you didn't write,
But most of all I hate the way how I don't hate you,
not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all.

Yea... I guess that sums it up.

If this changes anything, anything at all, please meet me in the room of requirement during third period break.

Sincerely,

Draco V.X. Malfoy/

Harry stared at the paper for a good five minutes after he finished it. He looked across the Great Hall to see Draco staring at him, questions written all over his face.

--Well he's extremely stubborn... I guess I'll have to tell him the truth about me so he'll finally leave me alone. Harry folded the letter, put it in his DADA book and left the great hall.

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Draco sat in the room of requirement looking at the wall. Harry hadn't given him any indication that the letter ment something to him, but Hermione assured Draco that she caught Harry reading it again in DADA with a smile on his face.

"He'll be there." The bushy haired witch assured him. Draco sighed and pulled out a book to read while he waited.

Not even ten minutes later Harry walked into the room. He looked at Draco and then looked at his feet. Draco stood quickly and smiled at Harry.

"you came." Draco said. Harry nodded. "you wanna sit?" Harry nodded again. "are you gonna talk?" Draco asked smirking. Harry sat down.

"I'm only here to tell you what you don't know about me. I'm not all happy and cheerful as I appear to be. There's another side to me. One that no one knows." Harry said looking at his hands. He felt the couch shift as Draco sat next to him. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. And you will... everyone I love gets hurt because of me."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked.

Harry sighed and started in on telling Draco everything. From being raised as a common servant by the Dursley's to losing his Godfather. Several times Harry had pause to compose himself before he cried. But the fact that this would drive Draco away and that things would get back to normal kept him from breaking down.

Draco was shocked, appalled, and disgusted. But not by Harry. He was all these emotions because he had no idea. His father, may he rot in Azkaban, and Severus has always told him that Harry Potter was no more then a spoiled brat that got what he wanted when he wanted it and had an ego the size of Gringots because the Muggles he was raised by treated him like a prince.

He had no idea that the real Harry was treated more like a house-elf. He had the emotional scars and physical ones to prove that. He also didn't know how much Voldemort had effected him. Every year he faces certain death. HE was beginning to hate Harry's Muggle relatives, Voldemort, and his father even more.

But the one man he hated with a passion after Harry's story was Dumbledore. The blind, twinkling eyed, old coot had let Harry go into certain death every year, left him with those god awful relatives for the summer, and kept valuable information from the poor boy when he needed to know it. If Draco had his way, Dumbledore would be gone before the end of his sixth year. No child disserves to be abused the way Harry was, and Draco told Harry just that.

"You don't disserve the way you were treated. Have you told the Muggle authorities?" Draco asked.

"No. My teacher called home once because I came to school with a limp. My Aunt told her that it was just friendly cousin fights that got outta hand. Nothing to worry over. Then I'd get locked in my cupboard under the stairs for about a month." Harry said simply as if it was no big deal. The silence that followed that statement was deafening.

--There, I did it. He'll stay away from the freakish black cat.-- Harry thought. He expected Draco to sneer and say don't ever touch me again, he'd even put money on it that draco would hex him and then hex himself to make him forget. But what he didn't expect was Draco to grab his chin and kiss him. Oh and what a kiss. It made Harry's knees turn to jelly, his mind turn to goo, and made every nerve in his body stand on end.

When they broke the kiss for much needed oxygen Harry looked at draco shocked.

"you're not running away... or hexing me... or beating me up. What gives?" Harry asked looking up at Draco.

"Because. You need someone to talk to. Obviously We- Ron and Hermione don't know about this, and I don't think you want them to. You don't want a therapist cause you already know what's wrong with you, and all those problems made you the person I want to be with." Draco finished softly.

"But what about everyone? Your image, your father." Harry asked.

"To hell with everyone. I'm happier when I'm with you and nothing or no one can change that." Draco said. Harry's eyes watered and he Crushed his lips to Draco's.

The both were absent from the rest of their classes that day.

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Meanwhile in a dark room of Azkaban prison one Lucius Malfoy was being released. He walked down the hallway out into the bright lights of the outside world. He apparated to the outskirts of the Malfoy manor and walked inside quickly.

--I knew enough money would get me out. Now I have to find that ungrateful little worm of a son that left me to rot there when I left specific instructions to get me out with the money left in the vault. That and I have to kill Harry Potter-- Lucius smiled to himself as he entered his study and sat down to write a letter.

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