What happens when the dark forces are gone and the only battles Harry is fighting is with himself? And what about the Malfoy revelation: is he really gay? HPDM

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Ch 1:Malfoy's Revelation

Harry sat looking out the Gryffindor common room window. The built sixth year was a very impressive person. He already beat Voldermort at the tender age of 16. Without the presence of any death eaters of evil villains, Harry's life has lost it's meaning. The only struggles Harry would fight would be with himself.

Earlier that day at breakfast a new revelation swept the school. The news was already circulating the castle; everyone who was anyone knew that Draco Malfloy was gay. So why was it bothering Harry so much? He skipped class so he could finally get his head straight, and not have to worry with the interrogation from Hermione and Ron.

Harry quickly jumped up and decided to clear his mind. He ran from the common room and headed for the prefect bathroom. He wasn't a prefect but always knew the password from when Cedric told him. The fluffy bubbles and soothing suds in a huge bath sounded good to Harry right about now. He got to the recognizable portrait and whispered the password. The painting swung forward and opened to a scene Harry never hoped to see again.

Draco was sitting in the bath, suds around his face, and bubbles overflowing the tub. With the squeak of the portrait swing, Draco was now facing Harry straight on.

"Oh, Potter, never fancied I'd see you in the bathroom with me. Ha" He snorted at Harry. Harry always hated that arrogant demeanor about Malfoy. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, before rumors could spread.

"Oh, um, sorry Malfoy. I didn't know anyone was in here, I mean, classes have started. I'll just being going now." Harry turned but the squeak of his shoes on the wet tile triggered another response from Malfoy.

"Don't Potter. I wanted to ask you a few questions. Plus, there's so many bubbles in the tub you can't see anything. Pull up a chair." With the flick of his wand, Malfoy conjured a fluffy chair beside the tub. Harry had no choice but to sit. What did Malfoy want to ask him about anyways? Would it be anything with him coming out of the closet, that is Malfoy, not Harry?

"Umm, ok. But I shouldn't be in here too long. I wanted to go to second period, I was only skipping first." Harry awkwardly looked around the room. He loved the soothing paintings of the mermaids and other sea life. It calmed him in times of crisis.

"So, Potter, what did you think of my news this morning? Surprised?" Malfoy's icy eyes pierced through Harry's thoughts.

"Umm, sure. I didn't know you were… well… umm…" Harry was interrupted by Malfoy's strong voice.

"Gay? Well, I didn't know I was gay until this year. It's quite an interesting story actually. And I believe you should hear it." Harry's eyes shot from the mermaid painting on the wall so Malfoy's frosty, blue eyes.

"What does you're being gay have to do with me?" Harry didn't look back at the painting. He wanted answers.

"Well, because of your doings my father is in Azkaban, and I couldn't be happier. He was always oppressive; I was his puppet in Hogwarts. I'm finally free to think on my own and do as I wish. It's great." Malfoy paused for a moment, carefully thinking how to word this.

"Anyways, this year I started to examine myself, and what I really wanted. Now, it comes to you. I found myself in the Quidditch games watching you instead of the snitch. You have to admit, you're pretty cute for being, well, never mind." Harry sat mouth opened and staring at Malfoy. He didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do. What did this all mean?

"I found myself staring in potions class, following you to car of magical creatures, and even bumping into you on purpose. You're definitely not like when you first arrived. Your muscles, that messy but hot hair, and now without your glasses, you're straight up Abercrombie and Finch model. What I'm trying to tell you is, because of my crush, and maybe more, on you I found out I was gay."

Then Malfoy pushed himself up from the tub basin and grabbed a towel. He wrapped it around his waist, not caring if Harry looked. Harry sat speechless, oblivious to Malfoy's actions. Malfoy turned gay because of me? I thought he hated me? Come to think of it, he wasn't as mean as last year. But why me? Harry's thoughts were interrupted by Malfoy's appearance in front of him. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as Malfoy stepped closer and closer to Harry.

Malfoy was now standing right in front of Harry, staring into his emerald eyes. Harry sat motionless, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak. Malfoy leaned in a place his lips on Harry's. Harry was shocked, his heart was beating a thousand times a second. He had no control anymore. Harry closed his eyes and began to kiss Malfoy back.