Disclaimer: Not J.K.R...thanks for noticing
Warning: SLASH...yummy
Dedication: This one's for Cole
A/N: Thanks so much to my beta, truthfulchaos, you rock, love ya doll.
The 'Not so Golden Boy': The Other Boy
"I don't get it!" Ron threw down his Defense Against the Dark Arts book in frustration as Harry walked into the common room.
"Neither do I." Hermione sighed, leaning back on the couch.
Ron's eyes went wide and he blinked various times. "Did you hear that, Harry? Hermione Granger doesn't understand an assignment."
"Well, after six years of knowing everything she's bound to be a little rusty," Harry said, smiling slightly.
"Besides, Professor Andrews has no idea what he's teaching," Hermione defended herself.
"Hey." Colin popped his head over the back of the couch. "I hear Dumbledore's firing Andrews."
"It's about time." Hermione sulked.
"Who's going to be the new teacher?" Ron asked.
"Dunno." Colin took a seat with Hermione and Ron.
"Snape," Harry said. Everyone looked at him. "Dumbledore is going to give Snape his dream position as DADA teacher and hire a new Potion's professor."
"How do you know that?" Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged. "Snape's the only person who can teach us to defend ourselves in the war with the Dark Lord."
The room got quiet, all eyes were on Harry. He sighed and headed up to the dorm.
"Mister Potter, you should be resting," McGonagall said Tuesday in Transfiguration. "As I understand it you missed Potions yesterday due to illness."
"I'm fine now, Professor." His face was still extremely pale and his voice was shaky.
McGonagall wasn't convinced, but continued her lesson anyway.
A wad of paper hit Draco in the head halfway through class. He looked around but everyone seemed to be taking notes, so he picked up the paper and un-balled it.
Meet me in the Astronomy tower at midnight.
-Dark Servant
Draco shook his head and looked over at Harry, who was pretending to take notes. He tossed a paper back to the raven-haired teen.
Code Names, huh? Make it 11 and you have a deal.
-Silver Dragon
Harry looked over at Draco and nodded.
Draco slinked to the Astronomy tower that night at 11. "Guess Potter forgot we changed the times," he said to himself, crossing the empty room and sitting on a windowsill. He stared out at the empty grounds.
Snow began falling; it was only a couple more weeks before Christmas Holiday. Draco wondered if Harry was still coming to the manor.
"What are you thinking about?" a voice whispered in Draco's ear.
The blonde whipped his head around expecting Harry, but no one was there. He furrowed his brow and turned back to the window.
A minute or two later a hand reached up to caress Draco's cheek. The blonde blindly clutched the air, just barely grabbing Harry's invisibility cloak.
A smirking Harry was revealed, hand still gently resting on Draco's cheek.
"I thought I was losing my mind," Draco said.
"You never answered my question." Draco let the cloak fall to the ground, pooling at Harry's feet and making them invisible for just a second before Harry jumped up next to Draco on the sill.
"Draco?"
"Why did you want to meet?" Draco asked.
Harry's lips curled into a sexy half-smile. "I thought it about time I told you something."
"Yes?"
"I'm attracted to you, Malfoy."
Draco's breath caught in his throat. 'Harry fucking Potter.' All his memories of the last six years came back to him, starting with that crucial day in the robe shop.
For a brief second he was no longer Draco Malfoy, Lucius's son bound for terrible, but great things. In that instant that Harry admitted his true feelings, the blonde turned into 'Dragon sweetie' Narcissa's sweet, kind, caring, shy Dragon.
The glitter wore away in that instant, blonde hair fell into unnaturally silver eyes as Draco looked down at his knees.
"Say something Draco," Harry pleaded, wondering if he shouldn't have said what he had said.
"I'm Voldemort's Heir." Harry froze; scared silver orbs met confused green ones.
"What!?" Harry cried, jumping off of the sill.
Draco fought back tears; he pressed his palms to his eyelids. 'This is what happens when you open up to people,' he told himself. 'You scare them away.'
"No," Harry protested, "Because if you were V-the Dark Lord's heir then you would be a Death Eater, or at least attend meetings."
Draco shook his head, eyes still closed. "Lucius and Voldemort are giving me time to think things through. Figure out where my loyalties lie. They believe I'll make the 'right' decision." He hugged his knees and looked over at Harry with watering eyes.
Harry stepped closer. "But... why didn't you tell me before, like when you found out I was a Death Eater?"
Draco shrugged. "I didn't know how you would react."
Harry sat next to the blonde again, for a while neither of them said anything, just looked out at the grounds. "Well, we're a pair aren't we?" Harry said, smiling. "The 'Savior of the Wizarding world' turned Death Eater and the Heir of the Dark Lord turned indifferent."
Draco smiled as well. "At least we're starting our relationship off honest."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Relationship?"
"That is why we're here, isn't it? To confess our feelings for each other and snog the night away."
Harry smirked. "Now that doesn't sound like such a bad idea."
He leaned over and caught Draco's lips in a kiss.
"Funny how things work out," Harry whispered, breaking the kiss and disappearing under his invisibility cloak.
Draco sighed and leaned back against the windowpane, smiling.
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