True Friends
By Craw/Brad

Disclaimer: I have like five bucks in my bank account. If I did in fact own Harry Potter, I hope that I would have a little more cash than that.

Author's note: I was writing and have gotten up to chapter five written (Not typed, that will take awhile, because, like I have said before, I hate typing.) and it is getting a little bit dark. Ron is coming off as a total homophobe and I would like to inform readers that in the upcoming chapters there will be a lot of Ron bashing because, to put it simply, I don't like him. I thought that I would let you know in case you were one of those people that love him. When I started this was suppose to be light and fluffy, I don't think that is going to be the case anymore.

Chapter Three

So, it was the next day at breakfast right? I had survived the night! I honestly had thought that my house mates would try to kill me while I slept, but nothing had happened. I started to swell a little with pride, I had trained my house well. (Brings a tear to your eye doesn't it?) Anyway, everyone was at breakfast and eagerly awaiting Dumbledore's announcement.

After spending about ten minutes playing with my toast, the old me finally stood up. The post had already come and he had no reason not to elaborate on the statements he had made the night before. "Good morning students." He said with twinkling eyes. "I promised that I would let you all in on my little plans this morning, so I guess I will." He looked like he should be frothing at the mouth. No one can possibly smile that much and still be sane.

"There will be four teams. Each team will be made up of a fourth of each year and a head of house. The teams will be staying in the house dorms under the head they are assigned. As well as eating, sleeping, and having classes with the other members of your team, there will also be team building activities." At this point, a wave of whispers washed over the assemblage. Did the crazy old man really expect us to play games? "These will include Quitchet, capture the flag, and some trust games." That would seem to be a yes. "Your team leader will tell you which of these games, if any, are optional to you. The first thing you will do once you are placed into your teams tonight will be to come up with a team name. The list of teams will be posted before dinner and, until that time, students have the day off. Enjoy your free day."

A the end of the speech the student body was divided. Half were overjoyed at the free day and the others were still shocked at the 'teams' and 'trust games'. I was in the minute percentage that was overjoyed at the thought of leaving my house mates, if only for a month, thought slightly saddened by the lack of class.

At this point I feared that I might be reduced to hiding from the very people that use to watch my back. I new that Pansy was fiercely loyal to the Dark Lord. I wasn't sure about Vince and Greg, but I was almost positive that they would follow the path laid out for them. Come to think of it I hadn't seen either of them at the feast last night. Wonder what they're up to?

Oh well, I thought as I got up and made my way to the Entrance Hall. That's when I saw the star of most of my dreams walking towards me. "Draco!" He called with a small smile as he saw me waiting for him at the doors halfway between our tables.

"Yes?" I asked as if I hadn't noticed him before while he came closer. I kept my self from adding 'gorgeous', barley.

"Um... Do you want to go... for a walk or something?" He asked. It may have just been the light, you know how it is in a castle, but I believe I detected a slight blush darken his copper cheeks.

"Sure." I said with a small smirk that could have possibly been mistaken for a smile, but it was a smirk! I risked a glance at the head table, and that old man was smiling at me! Grr.

We walked out of the hall with the mummers of a few students following and the eyes of the whole school on us. I was hardly out of the castle before I doubled over in a fit of laughter. I don't know why, but I didn't feel the need to hide from Harry anymore. I wanted him to know the real me, and I was already positive this wasn't just because I wanted to get into his pants. As I fought to regain my breath, I took time to note that Harry was in a similar situation.

"You know, I use to hate it when people gossiped about me, but that was kinda fun." Harry said about the same time my breathing returned to normal.

"I would be forced to agree. Did you see the look on Dumbledore's face though? It was down right creepy!" I said in a voice devoid of the usual smirk.

"Yeah. He looked like he knew something that we didn't, but that we should. I really hate that amused look. It always makes we feel as if I'm missing something." Harry said, about the same time we arrived at the lake.

The two of us sat under the big tree for a few minutes in silence. The only sound was the waves of the lake upon the shore. I was looking at the clouds when I heard Harry murmer something, and, being the teenager that I am, I turned to see him pointing his wand at the lake. I barely had time to register what he had done before I got hit in the face with something cold and wet.

I just sat there a moment, while Harry laughed his arse off. He finally managed to gather enough breath to gasp out, "You look like a drowned dog!" between giggles.

"Oh really?" I asked, with my ever-so-dashing trademark smirk falling into place. My murmer of the words of magic was slightly different than Harry's had been. I watched as a large bubble of water lifted itself from the lake and started moving, only to come to a stop above the head of The Boy Who Lived. He looked up in a comic type of way mear seconds before the ball dropped, as it were.

I managed to hold back the thoughts of 'Omigod! That was so easy.' in favor of saying, "Harry, I hadn't expected you to just sit there! Was it totally beyond your thought process that I might be inclined to retaliate?"

"Obviously!" He snapped as he removed a few strands his of unruly raven locks from his face. With a sudden mood swing he started to pout. "I thought we were friends."

I really can't be held responsible for the fact that a few moments later I found myself holding the green eyed Gryphendor in my arms and making soothing sounds as tears silently fell from his eyes. "What's wrong Harry?" I asked as I begun to rub small circles down his back.

"I... I'm..." he stumbled over the words trying to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry," he managed after a few minutes. His trembling had stilled and the tears were no longer free flowing from his bright eyes. "We are friends, right?" he asked as if scared I would say no.

Now that he had regained his control, I felt it would be appropriate to pull back, but I didn't have any desire to. In fact, I had every desire to pull him closer and never let him go. To give my feeble attempt at keeping him safe from all that was wrong with the world. I settled for backing off slightly and putting some distance between us, but still not letting go. "Of course." I said locking eyes with him. "Harry, I know we haven't been friends for long, and there is no reason for you to trust me, but if something is wrong, you can tell me. I am here for you. "I could only hope that he heard the truth in my words.

"I know," He said. He then did something I would never have expected of him, something I had never previously dreamed of, or rather I had dreamed of him doing it, but never thought it would be more than a far off desire. Harry Potter, The Boy That Lived, the star of more than half the wet dreams I had ever had, leaned in and kissed me.

~TBC~

Author's note: Much love and thanks to my beta Frito the Great. Read her fics, they're good. Also if you review, I'll give you a cookie. Don't you want a cookie?