Ok, so they're all out of character, so sue me.

I guess I should really be saying, "This story is based on real events – names have been changed for the privacy of those involved and their families." Lol, but no, I really thought this would work with these guys. I mean, even the fact that Draco's father hates Harry fits in perfectly. Anyways.. No more babbling.

Thank you to Marie, Anna and Caz Malfoy for their reviews, greatly appreciated :D

The first few weeks of school went by almost eventlessly, apart from the occasional death stares from Ron, the attempts at lectures from Hermione and the constant nagging rumors that were starting to spring up about himself and Draco.

On February the 15th, the day after a very depressing and non-eventful valentines day, Harry and Draco were invited to one of the twin's friend's party's. This party was to take place on February the 26th, and Harry really didn't want to make an appearance.

"Oh come on, Harry!" Draco half-pleaded, half-commanded sounding very much like Ron. "It'll be fun, I promise."

"I really don't think it will be, Dray. I don't even know half the people who are going."

"I'm going." Draco's last defense seemed to win Harry over, unbeknownst to Harry that is.

"Fine, but I'm not turning up there alone, can you pick me up?" He still thought it was generally a bad idea.

"I have a better idea, I'll come to your house and we can go together, how does that sound?" He smiled mischeviously and got up as the bell sounded loudly from the PA system, echoing through the school.

On the Friday before the party, just before lunch, Harry found a very strange note in his locker. He decided it would be best to read this particular note away from everyone else. Not for any particular reason, simply that he felt he had to.

Upon opening the note, Harry noticed Draco's neat handwriting. He read it quietly to himself.

'Dear Harry,

I know how you felt when you wanted to tell Ron it was over but couldn't because you felt like it'd kill you. Well, I can't tell someone...... something or they'll kill me, but if I don't, I'll drive myself insane. Not the same kind of thing, but I'll just die if I don't tell someone. It's just the only person I CAN tell will kill me if I do!! What do I do Harry?! Help me...'

Dray'

Harry stared down at the note for what seemed like a very long time, then he shoved the note in his pocket and ran off to find Draco. Not finding him in the library or the art rooms, Harry tried the quadrangle, but Fred and George hadn't seen Draco either.

"Sorry, Harry, we haven't seen much of anyone today." Fred said, holding up a plan for some new practical joke they'd been working on out so Harry could see it.

The bell sounded for the end of lunch and Harry sulked back up to the 10th grade corridor to get his books for his next lessons. Japanese and Geography. 'Crap,' he thought to himself, 'now how the hell am I going to find out what's bugging Draco?' He sighed loudly and crammed his math books into the small locking, forcing the door shut on an impending avalanche.

Japanese passed, leaving Harry even more confused and stressing over an up coming listening and speaking exam. Even Hermione couldn't help him on this one, not that she would. He walked to Geography alone, and sat at the back of the room, next to a window. Harry often sat alone in Geography, as the only people he really spoke to in the class were Ron and Lavender, and he really wasn't in any mood to have lavender in his ear for an hour.

Harry took out Draco's note and placed it, still folded, on the desk in front of him. He stared at it. He really wasn't sure whether to be more worried or curious. As Ron entered the room he gave Harry a raised eyebrow as he sat staring at his folded piece of paper, then sat in the second from the front row, his back facing Harry.

Harry didn't see Draco after Geography, or during homeroom, or on his way up to the bus stop. He didn't see him while he was sitting on the bus either.

At 7 O'clock, Harry was sitting on his computer, miserable as usual and thinking about the note from Draco. He jumped when he heard the phone ring.

"Hello?" Harry rarely got phone calls now that Ron wasn't speaking to him. And Draco wasn't allowed to make phone calls on school nights. Then again, it was Friday.

"Harry? It's Dray... How are you?" Harry was so shocked, he almost forgot to speak.

"Hi, I'm alright, you?" How awkward, Harry thought to himself.

"Good, my parents are out. I just wanted to organize what time you wanted me to come over tomorrow." Draco sounded as though this wasn't really why he had called. Maybe he liked Harry and that was the thing he couldn't tell... Don't be so stupid, Harry told himself sternly.

"Whenever you want, we have to be at Lee's house at 11:30, so before 10:30 would be good."

"Oh, my parent's are leaving at 8 to take my brother to football, can I come then?" He sounded as if he really didn't have to be there that early, more like he wanted to be.

"Oh, sure, that should be fine." Harry really wasn't sure what was going on.

The two boys talked for a while about trivial things – homework and the like, until Harry had had enough and brought up the topic that Draco had obviously been avoiding.

"Dray – What was it that was driving you insane today, you wrote in the note that-"

"Nothing, Harry, forget the note." Draco cut him off rather harshly.

"But – ok, what if I guess it, then will you tell me?" Draco must have been surprised by Harry's question, as he didn't quite answer quickly enough. "I'll take that as a yes then. Ok, is someone trying to kill you?"

"What? No......"

"Is someone trying to kidnap you?"

"Huh? Harry......"

"is someone trying to...." The two boys went on like this for over an hour, Harry coming up with weird guess after weird guess and Draco continually saying no. Finally there was a short silence, in which Harry couldn't come up with anything else Draco could possibly be hiding which didn't involve himself. He looked at the clock, it was 5 to 12.

"what're you doing?" Draco asked dazedly, Harry could tell he was getting tired.

"I'm lying on my dining table, looking at the ceiling." Harry mumbled.

"What? What feeling?" Draco stammered, waking up a little.

"Huh? I said ceiling, Draco......." Harry propped himself up on his elbows. At this Harry was almost sure that he was right in thinking Draco liked him. But he didn't say anything, instead he waited for Draco to say something. "Oh..."

"Dray, what feeling?" Harry persisted.

"Harry, I gotta go, my Parents are home." Harry felt his heart drop.

"Ok, I'll see you in the morning then."

"Yea," Harry heard a hint of eagerness in Draco's voice, "See you tomorrow." Harry smiled to himself as he hung up the phone and walked as quietly as he could to his room.

A/N Sorry about the chapters being so short, I'll try and start making them longer, or ta least keep doing one a night.

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