Geez, I really left it hanging. I'm awful! I'm so sorry to everyone who has been waiting for an update, I'm going to try and get this chapter done in one go so that I can post it right away and get back into it.

P.S. Sorry for making Harry such a klutz, but it fits him and I think it's funny, sorry.

So, on with the story.

Harry could feel Draco suddenly tense beside him, but then slowly, he started to relax into Harry's kiss, and he was kissing back! Harry didn't want to rush this, he didn't want to push Draco or make him feel uncomfortable, so when Draco didn't use his tongue, Harry didn't pursue it. But even so, Harry felt like he was in heaven, Draco tasted perfect, he was perfect. Draco broke the kiss and buried his face into Harry's unruly hair, his entire face a very obvious shade of pink.

Seamus coughed. Harry froze and Draco quickly followed suit, but before Harry could say anything, Seamus had jumped up, run out of Harry's room and disappeared out the front door. Harry instinctively got up and ran after him.

"Seamus! Stop, let me explain at least!" the last thing Harry wanted was to lose one of his best friends over this. "Please?" Seamus had stopped and turned to face Harry, but he wouldn't look him in the eye. Harry noticed that there were tears in his eyes, though he wasn't letting them flow freely.

"Explain what, Harry! There's nothing to explain, you lied to me, you lied to all of us. And what about Ron? What about..." Seamus stopped and wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt. "Harry, you told us there was nothing going on, you said it, to our faces!"

"I know, I'm sorry, I didn't think it was going to go this far, honestly, I didn't. But it has, and I'm sorry for whomever I might hurt in doing this, but I'm going to do it. It'd just be easier if my friends were willing to accept that." At the time Harry had no inclination of just how selfish that sounded, or how selfish he in fact was being. He looked at Seamus, pleading until Seamus finally sat down on the concrete. "And why are you crying? Surely it's not that bad"

"I didn't see anything." Seamus hadn't answered Harry's question, but Harry let him go on uninterrupted. "But I heard, and, it's not that, but I just don't feel very well all of a sudden, I think I ate too much at the cinema." He still didn't look at Harry and Harry felt his stomach leave him at the realisation that this made his friends sick. He made his friends sick. Without knowing what else to say, he nodded and went back inside to tell Dray what had happened. Seamus went home shortly afterward.

Feeling awful and totally let down, Harry barely slept that night, and he defiantly didn't want to go to school the next day. But he did get up at 6 am the next morning, dragged himself out of bed and wandered over to the bathroom. He'd had terrible dreams that night, about everybody finding out and hating him, about Draco leaving him. He couldn't stand it; he'd barely slept, and instead had stayed up most of the night listening to his Discman.

Once he arrived at school, and having listened to his discman most of the way there, Harry walked down the hall to the lockers humming loudly. The first person he saw was Seamus. Harry didn't say anything; he just nodded and smiled slightly. Seamus smiled back and walked over to him, Harry felt the extremely tight grip on his chest loosen.

"Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday mate. If it means anything, I haven't told anyone and I support you 100%. Just be careful, you know how Draco can be, well, manipulative and temperamental." For a moment Harry was ready to hit Seamus for insulting Draco, he realized just in time that Seamus was only looking out for Harry, and was still willing to be his best friend. Harry let out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Seamus. That means a lot. And thanks for not telling the others, I'm not ready to tell anyone else yet, I don't think. I'm not even sure where this is really going anyways." Seamus nodded, he hadn't been in many relationships, but he gave amazingly good advice when it was needed.

"No problem, just remember, if you have any problems or just wanna talk about it, you know where to find me." Before Harry could thank him again, Seamus waved and ran off toward the stairs to the library. Harry had barely turned a full 180 degrees before he came face to face with Draco.

"Morning Sunshine." Draco smiled, flipping his hair out of his face. Harry didn't say anything at first, had Draco, the boy with the glowing blonde hair just called him 'sunshine'?? Now that didn't make sense.

"Uhh.. oh, yea, morning." Draco's smile vanished.

"What? What happened? What did I do wrong?" It was Harry's turn to smile; he patted Dray on the shoulder then turned back to his locker, shoving his books inside.

"Nothing, you just called me 'sunshine.'" Both boys cracked up laughing and then headed off to English.

Over the next few days, people started questioning Harry. At first it was harmless rumors, but eventually Draco's name started popping up and it was then that Harry started getting angry.

On one particular afternoon, one of the boys whom Harry didn't particularly get along with decided to stick his nose into Harry's business. Blaise, who got his kicks out of beating up anyone smaller than he was, waltzed up to Harry in Geography. Lavender scooted down two chairs to completely avoid the confrontation. Harry didn't flinch, he stared straight back at Blaise. "Can I help you?" The sarcasm wasn't enough for Blaise to pick up, as he was rather thick, but lavender giggled and he even heard a snicker that sounded like Ron. Wishful thinking, Harry muttered to himself.

"No, you can't. But you could come over here and fight me." He grinned stupidly, his too-small-to-be-a-real-bully frame making the grin look more cunningly evil than cruel.

"If I were to do that, get up and fight you, that is, wouldn't I then be helping you?" Blaise looked dumbfounded. It was Harry's turn to grin now, he leaned back in the chair, put his feet on the desk, crossed his arms over his chest and promptly fell out of his chair.

The entire room erupted with laughter, except for Ron; who, for a moment, looked about ready to run over and help Harry back up, before he scowled, turned around and pretended he didn't see. Harry sighed, dragged himself up of the floor, stuck his tongue out at Blaise and sighed deeply. Was that it? Was his life just going to be one joke after another now? He shrugged to himself, not really caring, and pulled out a piece of paper to write a letter to Draco.

He met up with Dray at the lockers at lunch, where they swapped notes. Draco laughed when he read about what had happened with Blaise, but Harry's expression was one of anxiety. "What's wrong?" Draco asked, looking kind of worried himself.

"Did you tell her anything? Did you!? Please tell me you didn't, because if you did she's going to go and tell the entire school!!!" Harry's face had gone very red, and he looked about ready to punch something. Draco hastily stepped aside as Harry threw the now scrunched up piece of paper.

"No. But she won't drop it. She certain that there's something going on between-"

"Of course she is! Because she knows that if she acts like she knows you'll tell her! Don't tell her anything, god she's such a nosey little bitch!" With that Harry slammed his locker shut and stormed off down the corridor toward the stairs. Draco jogged to catch up with him.

Down on the quadrangle, Harry meandered his way through the other students milling around, Draco could see that he was looking for someone, but was too afraid to ask why, besides, he already knew the answer. As soon as Draco spotted Hermione, he started to hang back; he tried to brush his bangs down over his face, as if that way she wouldn't see him, even though he had the blondest hair of all the boys on the quad.

"You little bitch! Get your fucking nose out of my business, better yet, if you're so childish that you have to take sides and sneak around behind my back to try and find out about what's happening in my life, then just get the hell out of that too, because I don't want anything to do with a person like YOU!" He didn't dignify her with a chance for a response; instead he stormed back across the courtyard and disappeared into the library, with Draco quick on his heels.

"What did you do that for? Now she'll know we're up to something, or else you wouldn't have gotten so angry. Harry... you're scary when you're angry."

"So I bloody well should be, who does she think she is, going around trying to find things out about me, if she wants to know, she should have the guts to ask me. ME! Not you, not Seamus, not Neville. Me. And if she wants to go and take sides then she can just go jump." He tried to hide the fact that he was crying, dragging his sleeve across his face. He collapsed against the wall and slide down until he was crouched at the bottom, his head on his knees, tears falling freely to the floor.

"Harry, you obviously miss her. Why do you make it so difficult, why don't you try and talk to her, I'm sure she just doesn't want to be in between, can't you see? She doesn't want to choose, but you're making her, you wont let her be friends with him, but she's not about to leave him on his own. You need to sit down and talk over this with her or you need to just leave her be. You're only stressing yourself out more." He knelt down beside him. "Harry, I care about you and I hate seeing you get all choked up about this. You need to sort it out. With Hermione, with Ron..." He pulled Harry's face up level with his own.

Harry just sat there, sobbing heavily, trying to pull in enough breath, letting Draco hold has face. And then he leaned forward and grabbed Draco's shoulders and pressed his face into the other boy's jumper.

After a trip to the bathroom and cleaning himself up, Harry tried to eat what remaining food he hadn't thrown in his fit of rage and sat with Dray in a secluded corner of the school grounds, down by the basketball courts, in the shade. Harry was looking up at the school, watching miscellaneous students wandering around, going about their own business, not caring about much in particular. It was at this point that it dawned on Harry that this wasn't a normal thing; this wasn't just what every guy did. They all had girlfriends, and they all thought this was whack.

"Dray, we're freaks." He let his eyes stray from the school to the road by the school and just stared at the tarred road. He heard Dray sigh beside him and looked up at him. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"What's the point, you'll just be ripping me off." He smiled down at Harry, who was lying on his back leaning against the same tree that Draco was sitting up against. Harry propped himself up on his shoulders and looked at Draco quizzically. Draco laughed lightly, "You offer a penny for my thoughts and I always end up putting my two cents in." Finally understanding, Harry smiled too, and rested his head back against the tree.

"Dray, do you think we're gonna get through this with all our friends by our side?" He wasn't sure if he wanted an honest answer from Draco or if he just wanted him to hold him and tell him everything was going to clichéd, and they'd live happily ever after.

"No." He answered simply, looking at Harry sideways. Harry propped himself up again expectantly. "Well, not unless you sort things out with Ron and Hermione."

END of CHAPTER.

Okay, so that's chapter six, I'm back into this now, and have some fillers so I think I can get the story flowing. I'm sorry it's still shortish, but that just seemed like a good ending for the chapter. The next one will likely be longer and hopefully they'll just progressively get longer until the end or whatever. And I'm really gonna try and keep updating regularly!!

Thanks for Reading, R&R if you care ;)