A/N: Apparently I am told to go on with this story. I can't promise anything, but I will be sure to try and update more. I really like reviews, and they actually make me want to continue updating…so catch my drift? Goodies. Now, I have a whole plot and crap in mind, then we get to the Harry and Draco goodness. Yum. Enjoy, my friends.

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Nothing But the Truth

Parchment Two: Animosity, Fortunes Being Told, and A New Beginning

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So love me gently with a chainsaw (chainsaw)
I'll leave you like your father did.
I'll bite your lip so fucking, so hard.
And watch the innocence just drip

Down your chest,
And into my mouth.

Tell me your fantasies,
I'll make you believe,
That I really care.
I'll look into your eyes,
I'll tell you all my lies.
As I take you slow.

So take your tears and go away.
So take your tears and go away.
A bitter ending from a slow decay.
So take your tears and go away.
And I'll sit here with a smile and a match

"Tie Her Down" by Senses Fail

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Harry's eyes skimmed the many heads of the Great Hall, early the next morning, looking for a particular blond. They had made an agreement to become better friends and get to know each other more before sharing their new desire for it. Harry didn't very much like lying to his friends, but he really did have some ambition to get to know the Slytherin better. Who knows? Maybe some good things will come from it.

With these better thoughts in mind he continued his masked search of the Hall. Hermione and Ron were used to him staring off into random places now. It was kind of like something of a habit to go off into the land thought now. He tired much harder on his studies than before, which pleased Hermione very much. But, also tried just as hard on his Quidditch practice, which pleased Ron.

School was going better than he thought it would, even though he felt miserable, he didn't have to let others know. It was much easier masking these things than letting them show. And, it wasn't as though he wasn't getting help with his emotional turmoil. Dumbledor was helping very much in that field, by seeing him each Saturday and giving him special lessons in which he showed things from his father's and Sirius' past. He treasured this time very much.

Now, with Draco as his new found friend, he could open up more to others. That was the third step to getting better, as says Dumbledore. He also believed this because in the encounter he had with Draco (as he now called him) he felt very free to share his feelings with the Slytherin boy. It was odd, after so many years of animosity and complete dislike they were so easily becoming friends. Maybe, this was a very big change.

Was he really ready for this? Yes, he decided firmly. It's bound to happen, and very much unavoidable. Why run from what is meant to be? That's like running from yourself. It just doesn't work. Those were his thoughts as he watched Draco walk in. Draco's fellow Slytherins seemed to have taken a certain love hate relationship with him. They loved that he was Lucius' son, but hated that he was related to the Malfoy who got sent to Azkaban.

They really were just so untrusting of everyone. Compared to the Gryffindors' lively joyous laughter the Slytherins' was just sitting in silence. It was quite odd what evil makes you do and feel. It also didn't make much sense. Either way, it was how they were. Now, Draco sat alone, no longer with Crabbe and Goyle by his side. Harry personally would be very glad for this change. The two weren't the greatest of company really.

"Harry, wake up," he heard Ron's voice from beside him. "It's time we left to go to Divination."

"I really don't see why you keep taking that class," Hermione's impatient annoyed tone came next as he returned his gaze to the people around him. "It's nothing more than a bunch of gibberish!"

"Yes, Hermione, it is. But, that does not change the fact it is a very easy grade," Ron said as if he were explaining to a child which earned him a smack over the head.

The three rose and walked to the door soon departing as Harry and Ron headed to Divination and Hermione hurried off to whatever odd class she was taking. Harry truly could not remember for the life of him. Soon after saying their goodbyes, Ron and him made their way up the tower, through her trapdoor and sat promptly in the back.

They were, surprisingly, early. The room's other pink dressed desks were empty. They were the only ones aside the off tune humming Trelawney. Ron and Harry looked at each other rolled their eyes and pulled out their Tarot cards sitting them on the table.

Soon, all the other students piled in the room, took their seats, and filled the room with the new and slightly calming buzz of chatter. Trelawney clapped her hands for silence (which she quickly got) and cleared her throat.

"Today, we will be doing predictions on a new set of cards," she said her hair wackier than usual, if possible, and large studded earrings in her ears. "Arthur, if you would please?" she said waving her hands over a neat stack of brightly colored cards with rubber bands around them. "These, are Talisman cards! They are similar to Tarot cards, except with fewer cards, and have very different meanings. Each card has a certain character on it, with a certain meaning.

"Harry," she said looking straight at him with her magnified eyes. "Would you please pass out these guide books?" she asked pointing to a pile of similarly colored books to the cards. "Thank you, my dear."

Everyone soon had everything, and Harry and Arthur were both seated. "Now. Please. Open your books to page five and you will find the layout of which you should place your cards. It is known as a Rectum Salice, it is mainly based on predicting the near future."

Now with your partner, you may choose whom you wish as long as you are quiet!" she said the ending quite loudly. "You are to do one for each of you and right down your findings. Is that understood?" she asked, looking about. She had apparently gotten some crude advice from Snape about proper teaching, and become much, much stricter. That was the rumor going around, and Harry believed it to be very true.

Everyone nodded now and mumbled 'yes' before beginning. "I'll go first," Ron said picking up his deck and following the order to place them out. It was basically a rectangle, three cards in three rows. Starting by flipping the first card, at the right corner then going across down the left corner to the bottom row then back up before you reached the center, reading each meaning for the symbol on the front of the cards. The outcome of the whole reading could be changed by the center card. Harry stared at the colorful backs of the cards as Ron laid them out before them, he watched carefully as he flipped the first card. It was a clover.

Ron began after he'd flipped each card. It went as so: First a clover, then a garden, then a kid on a swing, a man riding a horse, then a stuffed bear, then an owl, a book, a basket of flowers, and finally a crucifix. "It says pretty much," Ron said after scribbling it down, he really obviously wasn't into it very much as he didn't read the card as he flipped it over. "That you have met a new person and that either great friendship and/or great love will come of it. The middle card didn't change it, says you're gonna be watched over by God. Oh! You'll be nervous around and about this person too, the one that's a new friend and stuff."

Harry nodded. He did Ron, his basically said that a new friend will be shown in a different light to him and that he would see them in a romantic way. Then the middle card said it, sadly, would be plagued by animosity over another friends new interests.

"Hm, this was bull," Ron said as the period was over and they began to back.

Harry, though, did not believe it was bull. It was weird, their fortunes were similar. Harry would meet somebody new (whom he believed to be Draco) and become good friends with them (he hoped they wouldn't fall in love…sort of) and then Ron's said he'd see a friend in a romantic way (Hermione, obviously) and would be angry though about a friend's (Harry, again, obviously) new interest (Draco, duh).

It all worked out really. Maybe this wasn't so much nonsense anymore.

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Draco never did get why everything had to go wrong just when you thought everything was just right. It always seemed to happen to everyone, and that was just how life was. It had always been that way and always will be. He, even if it took him four months and a day to realize it, believed that his father's arrest was actually quite good for him.

Why you may be thinking as you read this jibber I tell you? Well, why indeed? He did not know himself. And, no, no little voice was telling him so. No omen was showing him so. And most certainly, he was not more insane than you thought. Well, maybe he is, I cannot say, for I have truly never met an insane person.

But, he was thinking these thoughts, not for himself, but for Harry. How queer, indeed? Yes, Draco Malfoy was not thinking thoughts for himself once in his very pampered life, but for another. Another he hardly knew and spent his whole life hating and despising every chance he got. Odd, very odd indeed.

This was one, of his many, thoughts of Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. He could not keep his mind off of the messy-black-haired-green-eyed-glasses-wearing-Gryffindor. He didn't hate it. Oh no, in fact he liked thinking about the boy.

For, he was not certainly as lanky, tall, and absolutely positively unbearable boy he used to be. But, was actually quite handsome, tall (taller than Draco which he did not like so much), and actually very well in shape. He was finally becoming what one would call a man. His bright green eyes still seemed brighter even after his many shed tears; his face handsome and so very nice now; skin just lightly tanned; dark ebony hair mussed to the point where it seemed quite decent.

Draco, was quite pleased with the new grown-up Harry. This was his final thought as he entered the old dusty classroom where he had his first friendly encounter with the boy (or young man) that crowded his thoughts so that day. The same Gryffindor had already arrived, and Draco was fashionably late. He liked making people wait for him.

Harry looked up and smiled slightly, uncertain if he should show the smile he'd been holding in all day to give to Draco. Draco didn't smile just closed the door and looked at Harry with a curious and slightly surprised gaze. This made Harry's small smile falter just so.

"What is it?"

"Well," Draco began after a pause. "I didn't expect to actually see you here at all."

Harry looked at him, surprised as well now. "Why the hell not?"

"Such language!" Draco said acting as if he were appalled. "Why the hell not is because I just didn't. No reason at all."

Harry caught on quickly. Draco was not ready yet to let out his every little thought to the other boy. Harry did not know why he so wished that Draco would. Mentally shaking his head he watched Draco sit elegantly in the chair of the desk beside his.

Hm, Harry thought, it seems everything Draco did was elegant. Harry took the silence to study Draco fully for the first time, probably in a long time. Or maybe he had never at all, because he certainly did not remember doing so. Anyway, to Draco's appearance. He too was becoming more of a man, for lack of a better word. He had the same feathery very pale blond hair that fell about his face and a very pretty way. His eyes were the same stormy gray, but something in them changed to make them seem as if they were glowing, as if they were diamonds just waiting to be shined. His body was visibly in shape, but not in the bulky way Harry felt he was, Draco was thin and just merely…perfect. His face seemed to have lost it's sneering pointy-ness; his skin a lovely creamy white that looked so soft; his lips were a soft nice pink, and were quite full, but not at all in a girlish way. Harry also noticed he were slightly taller, but not taller than Harry. He was quite proud about that.

Draco took notice of his staring and raised a single slim pale eyebrow. Harry flushed and averted his eyes finding his fingernails very, very interesting.

"Something the matter?" Draco drawled. He was drawling as always, but there was no hidden meanings, or a smoldering hate dripping off his words. They were just simply curious and made Harry flush a little bit more.

Harry looked at him again, hiding his slight shock with a shake of the head. "No, it is nothing," he said face still flushed.

Draco's eyebrow stayed raised. "We're supposed to be here to be learning about each other, and talking, and….bonding, and all that jazz," Draco said rolling his eyes. "Or, would you rather sit in silence and stare at me all night?"

Harry flushed more of from anger though really. Draco still knew how to bush his buttons. "No," Harry said holding back his anger. "I wouldn't. But, I didn't know I was required to start the conversation."

"I never said you were," Draco paused as Harry let out a puff of air. "I was merely saying," he concluded. "If I should start, then I will. How about the basics then? Hm?"

"Fine."

"Goody. What is…uhm, your favorite color?"

Harry looked at him, expecting something much different. His favorite color?! "Uh, black I guess."

"Black?" Draco repeated, eyebrows both rising.

"Yes, black. Why?"

"No reason. How about your birthday?"

Harry looked at him slightly, this seemed better to him than the first. "It's July 31st."

"Mine is December 8th," Draco said nodding and putting that in his memory under 'Useful Information'.

Harry nodded back and smiled. "Now, I'll ask. You never said your favorite color," Harry said looking at him curiously.

"Red," Draco said with a casual roll of the eyes.

Red? Harry expected green or silver or something. But, this obviously taught him to expect the unexpected from Draco. "Lemme guess, Potions is your favorite subject?"

"No, actually, Harry, it's not. My favorite is Transfiguration," another roll of the eyes. "Of course it is."

Harry grinned. "Mine is D—"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts. Yes, yes, I know."

Harry glared at him defiantly before continue. "Yes. That's right."

There was a silence. It was quite awkward but they found each other's presence quite appealing. Harry slowly found himself, though, growing very nervous in the silence. Was it a disapproving silence? Did Draco have some hidden meaning behind this odd silence that fell over them. He was starting to find great discomfort in this unwelcome quietness. Then it hit him, the reading Ron had done for him earlier!

"Hey Draco, I wanted to show you something."

Draco looked over at him, trying to hide his curiosity.

He pulled out the copy of what Ron wrote about his reading, just a little more better and with more detail. "I found it odd that I had a reading in Divination—"

"Divination? You actually take that class?"

"Yes, only 'cause it's so damned easy. But, this reading was actually true," here he handed the parchment to Draco who looked it over slowly.

"What horrible hand writing you have," Harry flushed angrily. Draco noticed this. "I was just jesting, Harry."

Harry flushed embarrassed now by his misunderstanding in Draco. Draco was looking it over and Harry felt that nervousness fall on him again, was Draco…disliking him already? Argh! Harry thought, mentally beating himself up. The stupid thing said you'd be nervous! Only nervous! Not paranoid!!

Draco looked up at him now. "Very weird," he said rolling it up and handing it back to Harry. "It does seem to be true. I'm sure your going to fall head over heels at my charm."

Harry blushed again, both embarrassed that he stupidly left that bit information there and angry at Draco's playful words. "Bah. Like that'll ever happen," Harry said, but almost slapped himself as he started considered being with Draco.

Draco seemed to notice, which only made things worse. "Oh, Harry does want to be with me! I'm flattered!" he exclaimed dramatically before smirking mischievously at Harry. "You'd hurt my feelings before. Acting as if you didn't want to be with me."

Harry didn't like that look one bit. "Wh-what?"

"Oh, Harry," Draco said standing and sitting on the table top of Harry's desk and looking down at him, that smirk still dancing on his features. Harry would have been terrified if Draco wasn't so pretty. Wait!?! Draco…PRETTY?!

Harry was at a loss for words.

Draco's face came steadily down, their foreheads soon meeting. "Do you have a fever?" Draco whispered, still smirking. Harry flushed deeper; liking Draco being so closed. He wasn't ashamed of feeling though, even if he thought he should be.

Draco, on the other hand, was enjoying this greatly. He wanted to see what it was like to be so close to Harry all the while they'd been there. It was odd, it felt Harry all nervous and flustered beside him earlier and wanted to go over to him, take him in his arms and tell him that he wasn't judging him. Harry, obviously, was very paranoid and nervous. The reading was very true.

Draco pulled back and immediately both of them were very cold at the sudden movement, feeling that they wanted to be the same way again. Quickly and always so. Harry and Draco looked at one another and for the first time ever Harry witnessed a pink tinge on Draco's cheeks. Not because he'd been embarrassed cruelly because of Harry, or angry with him. But, because he wanted the same contact Harry did. And how Harry knew this he, you, or I may never know.

He just simply did.

"Harry…" Draco said finally, after a very long silent pause. "Don't you hate me?"

"No," Harry replied after another pause. "Don't you hate me?"

"No. No. No I don't," Draco said clenching his fists. "Shouldn't I?"

"Shouldn't I?" Harry repeated.

"I don't know anymore. Everything is changing…so fast now."

"I don't either…and it always does…I mean it must be for the better right?"

"Yes, that's what they say…everything changes for the better…but it could be for the worse…"

"I don't think so."

Draco looked at him startled by his sudden rebellious boldness. "I don't either. It is for the better."

"I'm sure of it."

"Are you?"

"I'm positive" Harry confirmed his determined green eyes meeting the unpolished gems of Draco's. He suddenly, wanted to see those gems glow with delight, joy, happiness, and…desire, lust…I mean he could go on and on.

"I am as well. Harry, what will the others think?"

Harry hadn't considered that. "Ah bother the others. Does it truly matter what they all think? I mean, they don't have to know do—"

Harry was never able to finish that sentence as Draco's very, very soft firm pink lips fell over his, cutting him short and making his eyes grow wide. He sat there unresponsive, making Draco worry a bit, before kissing back eagerly.

They pulled a part looked at one another and flushed. This was really what they wanted. It seemed as though they had just met and already were falling for one another? It seemed absurd, and rash. As if they had known each other since the day they were both brought to this harsh world. They didn't care, such were boys. But, they weren't boys anymore, they were men. And, men can make rash decisions if they wish, right?

Did it matter though, as they sat in the now comfortable silence after their first kiss. They

Were happy to just be together. They did not care that they happened to be both male, they were not the only ones like this, anyway.

"A new beginning?" Draco said looking at Harry with the most beautiful smile Harry felt he had ever been graced with.

"A new beginning."

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To Be Continued…?

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Thank you Faded Glitter for telling me Harry's b-day!

December 8th I also did not know his birthday. I have read some other H/D fiction that said it was sometime in December so I decided to give him my Grandmother's birthday. If you know his b-day's date as well, please, kindly, tell me. Thankies much-ness.

A/N: Well, I got straight to it, huh? Don't worry all plot lovers out there! 'Cause there is one! And all my other buddies, yes you smut freak(s) you, that is soon to come. I am developing it for both of you. I mean, I'm already making them kiss, it's kind of rushing(?). I most certainly hope you do not think so. I wanted it to be this way, and you'll see in a while. Something to look forward to. You hopefully read the birthdays. Please tell me if they are right or wrong. I NEED to know people. Thanks. I may continue. You know, I could actually just leave it here. It works out really. That'd be cruel though. Give me reviews or I might just do that. Seems pretty good, I won't have to type anything more. We'll see. I mean I only have hardly any reviews and I still am going on? Soon I'm going to give up because it is a worthless cause if no one is reading this. What's the point really?

Tell me.

Think I'm mean? Then what about you people who don't even review my story to tell me you're there? Hm?