WANINGS: Swearing, sexual content, mentions of suicide, and SLASH, lost of lovely SLASH!! You have been warned.

DISCLAIMER: Holy freaking neon yellow sea monkeys! I am not a blonde (EWWWWW!!! Shudders) I am not a mother (Thank the lord) and I can only pretend that I own Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. (Hey, a girl can wish!)

A/N: Hey, this is Cherry again! Raven and I have decided we will take turns writing chapters now. Remember, this chapter does not belong to just me and the next will not just belong to Raven, we each own it 50/50. We help each other. THANK YOU RAVEN! (welcome!)

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Chapter 6: Secrets out

Harry and Draco sat at the table doing their schoolwork, trying as hard as they could to ignore the sounds coming from the bedroom. Finally, as a, "Oh god, DRACO!" (A/N: Obviously J.T. wouldn't call Draco Xander while in private.) was screamed Draco stood up swiftly and stormed to the bedroom. Banging his hand on the door he yelled,

"Oh, bloody hell! Stop already, will you, you horny little buggers!" Draco stood in front of the door, waiting patiently for a response. What he didn't expect was for J.T. and Xander to walk out of the room, sweaty, hand in hand, and clad in only boxers.

Draco, to his annoyance, couldn't keep his eyes off of J.T. That boy had a body! Taking a deep breath Draco backed away and went back to the table, where he sat as far away from Harry as possible. To his horror, he felt his cheeks turning a light shade of pink, though, thank god, Harry didn't notice.

"You guys want some dinner?" Asked Harry, finally getting the guts to look up at J.T. and Xander. Xander stood behind J.T., arms wrapped around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. For some reason, this sent a pang of some emotion Harry did not yet understand through him.

"Yeah, sure, what should we have?" J.T. said.

"Oh, I can cook just about anything. I've been cooking almost all 3 meals for the Dursley's for the past 17 years," Harry blurted out before he could stop himself.

"What do you mean? They made you cook?" Xander ground out, anger flashing in his eyes. This may not be his Harry, but it was still Harry.

"Um, no, I just meant...uh...well, you see, the thing is...I, uh...like to cook, yes, that's it, I like to cook." Harry stammered, quickly heading the cupboards and looking at what they had. J.T. and Xander exchanged a look that clearly said 'he's lying' but didn't say anything.

Later that night Harry lay in bed, thinking about the day's events. Wow, could things have gone any worse? He thought, dreading going back to sleep. Night was the only time Harry was ever truly afraid, the only time where his mask fell, the mask that he worked so hard to get to perfection. Finally, hours later, Harry fell into a fitful slumber.

"Draco?" J.T. asked, laying his head on his lover's bare chest, tracing invisible patterns on his stomach with his finger.

"Yeah, love?"

"I just realized something."

"What would that be?"

"Harry always wears that thick leather bracelet on his left wrist."

"What about it?" Xander set his cheek against J.T.'s unruly hair.

"I think he might be hiding something." Xander felt his heart stop for a second at these words.

"But...you don't think..." Xander trailed off, not even wanting to think about what he could be hiding.

"Yeah, I do think that. We should che-"But he was cut off by a cry of pain coming from Harry's room. Immediately they both ran to his room, where they met Draco. J.T. nodded and they all swarmed in, to find Harry in the fetal position, rocking back and forth, gripping his hair.

"GO AWAY!" he yelled, obviously awake.

"Harry..." Xander went and sat on the bed, rubbing Harry's back, ignoring his flinch. Xander also noticed that Harry had the bracelet off. He nodded to J.T., who nodded back, and sat on the bed as well, while Draco stood uncertainly at the door, not quite sure what to do.

"Shh..." JT said calmly.

"WHAT PART OF GO THE FUCK AWAY DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" Harry yelled, trying to sound angry, but everyone noticed the desperation his voice. J.T. took a quick glance at his wrist, and saw what confirmed his beliefs: a thin white line across his wrist. Harry had tried to commit suicide.

J.T. put another hand on his shoulder but Harry jerked away, falling to the floor with a cry. Without another thought Draco swept down onto his knees and took the shorter teen in his arms. Draco had no idea where this came from, but when he saw Harry in pain like this he just didn't know what to do. It pained him, to be honest.

To the shock of everyone Harry let out a whimper and clung to Draco like a lifeline. This shocked Harry most out of everyone. Once Draco's arms were around him he felt a sense of protection that he just couldn't explain or even fathom to begin to understand. After what seemed like forever, Draco pulled back and looked Harry over.

"You alright now, Potter?" It came out harsh for some reason, sounding very annoyed. Harry pulled back sharply, hitting his head on the night table. Suddenly, his eyes got big as saucers and he began to hyperventilate.

"Oh, shit, not again!" J.T. yelled, panicked, and ran out of the room, only to race back in a moment later, paper bag in hand. Crouching low, he thrust it into Harry's hands and guided it to his mouth. Breathing in and out of the bag he began calming down after a few moments.

"Than-" Harry began but rose quickly, racing to the bathroom, where he threw up in the toilet. Xander was going to follow Harry to the bathroom, but decided against it when J.T. touched his arm lightly. So Xander decided to turn his thoughts to Draco, and they soon turned to anger. Quickly he walked over to Draco and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"What the hell was that?" He yelled as he slammed Draco roughly into the wall. "You got him to calm down when we couldn't. You probably could have gotten him to talk about what was wrong, but no, you had to act like a bloody prat!"

Draco looked at his counter self in fear. He had strength that didn't show in his body, Draco knew that. He was about to say something when Xander shoved him again and continued ranting.

"No, don't say anything. You just shut up and let me speak. You bloody well know that what you did was a cheap shot. You fucking prick!" Xander shoved Draco again, this time his head hitting the wall. Draco yelped slightly in pain, but kept listening.

"You know what?" Xander asked, roughly letting go of Draco, "The fact that makes me sick," And with that he walked away. J.T. followed closely at his feet, knowing that Harry would want to be left alone.

Harry sat in front of the toilet for 10 minutes before he stopped throwing up. His stomach was churning uncomfortably and his throat burned with bile. Slowly, willing his headache away, he made his way to the sink. Looking around he found a toothbrush, which he heaped with toothpaste. Slowly he brushed his teeth, turning the lights down for they hurt his already throbbing head.

Draco stood unmoved from where Xander left him. Why was he acting that way? Why had he been so rude to Harry? Xander had been correct when he called Draco a prat. All these years he had been so rude to Harry, and for what? Because his father told him to? People believed it to be because Harry had rejected his friendship in first year, but that actually wasn't the reason. He was to blame for that because he had made fun of his first friend. So why was he so rude?

But the bigger question was: why did he care? All of a sudden he cared, and it confused him to no end. He had never, in all of the 7 years he had known Harry, cared about his feelings, and now that J.T. and Xander were here, he suddenly did.

Harry had clung to him as though he were his lifeline, like he cared for him, and he threw it in his face. What kind of person was he? Was he really a disgrace? How had it come to this? His thoughts then turned to J.T. and Xander. When Draco saw them together he felt something akin to jealousy and that confused him even more. With that his resolve broke and he slumped to the ground, knees drawn to his chest, gripping his hair, and fighting the loosing battle of trying to hold back his tears. And on came the heart wrenching sobs. And this is how Harry walked in, hoping to find peace, but only finding a broken Draco.

Swiftly Harry walked to Draco and fell to his knees, forgetting his throbbing head and sick stomach. He took Draco in his arms and pressed his head to his chest, comforting him the best he could. Rubbing his back he rocked him back and forth, whispering little words to comfort Draco in his ears.

"Ho-how can you be so nice to me...after everything I've done?" Draco asked.

"Because..." Harry paused for a moment before he took a chance and continued, "I like you...I...I like you a lot."

A/N: Mwahahahaha! I am evil, I know! (Raven: Meanie. ooh, but I get to type the next chappie!) Ok, I will update Wrong Turn soon. My floppy that I had it on is totally filled with viruses and won't work, so I have to re-write it all! I will try to get it out as fast as possible. Thank you all who review my stories, I love them! YOU HAVE TO READ RAVEN'S NEW STORY!!!! IT'S SO COOL!!! Her name is Blackraven13. Well, that's all. Please review, I love them, and Raven is a review whore. (Lol, jkjk...well...not really...)

-Cherry

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