A/N An update yayness! (not a word but I'm so happy I got sick and had time to update for once) I feel so devious with the story -grins evilly- I think It's gonna end in another chapter or two for sure, maybe three...and I'll try to write much longer chapters then I usually do, I'll try! I can't promise anything, sadly!

Pantara Yesh evil bad things! I'm going to hug you now because you commented on something I was startingto fear wasn't apparent so..-bone crushing hug-

Princesspepper Harry hog? Lmfao, Oh I'm sure Draco wouldnt mind in the least bit..neither would I! hehe yeah I've seen worse to but my grammar isn't what I wish it was -sighs- Oh I got sa plot for a sequel..very weird plot thats decided to form in my mind hehe.

Squirrelswillrule and Mistress Vamp I have two endings for this in my mind..the good one and the not so good one..We'll see which one I choose because the good one means no sequel :)

xxphatxbaybeexx Once I get rid of Boot he's gonna be gone and I'll end this plot right away, and I might set up a new one for another story I don't know, I'm still undescisive(sp?).

Thankies and hugs to all others who reviewed, I'd answer them all but I don't have time!

Harry smiled into the running water, sighing as his muscles relaxed under the warmth of the pouring water from the showerhead. He hadn't had such a good practice in a long time, to a point where his body ached and he felt bent all over.

"Harry?" Ron asked and Harry looked at the shower curtain, but it was still closed. Ron sounded uncertain and like he was restraining himself.

"Yeah Ron?" Harry responded, washing the shampoo out of his hair methodically. He could have sworn Ron gulped; maybe Ron had strained himself too much when he took that dive?

Ron had been somewhat hesitant to go near Harry when they were finishing up practice. It was as if Ron was afraid to go near Harry in fear of something, but Harry hadn't changed since yesterday. 'Maybe the fact that Draco and I are getting closer is starting to freak him out.' Harry thought to himself.

Ron really had improved from the last time Harry had seen him, but there was something about the way he moved that was different. Maybe he had gotten tips from someone? Well most likely his brothers…

But still, something nagged at the back of Harry's mind every time Ron spoke to him. "I'm going back to the common room." Ron said and Harry panicked, if Ron left Harry would be alone in the showers, which meant Boot could walk in and no one would be the wiser.

"Ron, uh, please don't do that! You know, you can wait for me to finish up! I mean I'm sure we have …something to talk about." Harry replied shakily, trying to contain his desperation to keep Ron there.

He heard Ron's fading steps stop, and the clack of shoe against tile come closer to his shower stall again. "Fine, what do you want to talk about? As long as it's not Draco.." Ron growled out.

"I'm not that stupid. Sorry Ron, but you're not exactly relationship counselor of the year." Harry responded with a light sound of humor in his voice. Harry basked in the water one more time, letting the water flow through his hair and down his skin one last time before shutting off the tap.

"No I'm not," Ron said bluntly, and Harry sighed. 'What's gotten into him? Would it kill him to laugh about this?' Harry thought angrily, reaching out through the crack between the shower curtain and the wall and feeling for the towel that lay on the towel rack beside the shower.

Harry felt the soft material of the towel and picked it up, bring it to his waist and wrapping it around himself tightly. Harry opened the shower to see Ron staring at him oddly, standing rigid.

"What's the matter with you today? Are you feeling sick?" Harry asked, looking at Ron with worry.

"Just a little sick, woke up with a sore throat." Ron responded, and Harry hoped his friend would be all right.

"Well go on let me change," Harry said, tilting his head sideways to indicate he wanted his privacy to change. Ron stared at Harry dumbly for a second then shaking his head, seemed to come to himself.

"Oh.. yeah.. right…" Ron said his voice trailing off as he turned around and opened the other curtain that led to the locker room before stepping out and closing it again.

Harry started to pull on his underwear he left on the stool under the towel rack. 'His mind is totally somewhere else, maybe Hermione gave him hell or Ginny's not okay? I'll ask them about it later.' Harry thought as he pulled up his pants as well, finding his foot getting stuck at the hem of his pants.

Draco sat in the Slytherin common room, something he had not done in a while, and glared at Pansy. "What do you want?" he said, glaring at her. She had just sauntered up to him, sat down in his lap looking rather pleased with herself.

"I know something you might want to kno—oh-ow!" Pansy started to taunt but Draco hit her over the head with his palm.

"Tell me or shut up Pansy." Draco growled out at the girl. She pouted at him trying to simper but failed miserably at it and Draco grinned at her oh so good drama.

"I hear you and the boy who lived have been shagging each other." Pansy said, grinning at Draco's glum face. She stared at him, expecting anything from anger to bragging but this reaction wasn't what she had expected at all.

"Not even." Draco said glumly, scowling at the leather couch they were sitting on. "He will let me touch him until things bloody well heat up, and you know what he does?" Draco asked, not really expecting Pansy to answer but she did anyways.

"No what does he do?" she asked, feigning fascination. She didn't much care for Draco's sex life after she left it two years ago because the idiot liked to sleep with a bunch of other Slytherin girls, which oddly enough stopped once he turned his attention towards Potter.

"He stops me! I want to keep my distance but there's only so much I can take!" Draco said, and Pansy looked at him as if this didn't matter at all.

"And this matters to me how…?" Pansy asked, and Draco glared at her pushing her off of his lap and toppling her to the floor. "Ouch!" she cried as she hit the floor softly, pretending to be hurt.

"Shut up, you'd be frustrated to if you hadn't had sex for about a month." Draco snapped back and Pansy started howling with laughter.

"Oh, poor Drakie-poodles. Whatever will he do without sex from Harry Potter?" Pansy said in a baby voice, as if crooning over Draco but she was mocking him. Draco glared at her coldly but she caught the hint of red plastered on his cheek.

"Shut up!" Draco said in retaliation, but Pansy knew he had lost this play fight with words. Pansy sighed and got to why she wanted to talk to him.

"Draco, as the best person to know your mysterious ways," Draco snorted when she said that, "I must ask you. Do you even know how two men have sex?" Pansy asked, quirking a smile as Draco blushed. "Thought not." she stated simply, but it got a loud protest from Draco.

Draco glared at her with his gray eyes and as the light from the fireplace flickered over them she saw how they really did look like silver sometimes. "I do.. I just don't know where to find… something… I need" Draco said, blushing again.

Pansy was gleeful to find that she had something to annoy him about, maybe embarrass him in front of the other Slytherins with. "Oh and what do you need?" She asked, smiling brightly at finding out this information.

Draco glared at her even harder, if that was possible, and retorted, "None of your business now is it?" Pansy grinned.

"Okay, I won't tell anyone about it… if I can help you find it!" Pansy stated, smiling cruelly.

"I need lubricant and somewhere to make sure Harry is swept off his feet so he's so caught up in the beautiful moment that he'll make love to me." Draco said simply, smiling at her cruelly.

'Damnit, I know where to get both of those.' Pansy thought. It was Pansy's turn to glare harshly at Draco, as he grinned cheekily. "So can you help me? After all you're the one who opened your big mouth." he said cockily.

"Yeah." Pansy said, still hurt from her loss at being able to tease him about this. Wait a minute, he said make love to? Does that mean… Pansy stared at Draco as he got up off the couch with wide eyes.

Draco looked down at her and offered her his hand. "Not going to sit there all night are you?" he asked, blonde hair catching a green glow from the lamps in the room. Pansy sighed.

"I think I might." she responded, staring at him again with suspicious eyes. He shrugged and put his hand down walking away.

"Suit yourself." he said quietly, and Pansy stared after him as he left the common room. Pansy sighed and sat up so she was able to wrap her hands around her legs and her thighs pressed up to her chest tightly.

"Does he even realize what he's found and what he could lose?" Pansy asked herself, staring into the fire as it glowed orange and flickered red ashes.

Pansy wasn't worried about Draco, he could pull through almost anything, but there were some things he would probably never be able to pull through without a shoulder to complain on, and Pansy didn't want to be that forever, she had a life to live as well.

"Who could lose what Pansy?" Millicent asked from behind her, and Pansy shook her head looking at the girl.

"No one, Millicent."

Harry woke up that day feeling cheery, and light headed. After five minutes in potions he felt a big headache brewing up with the concoction Draco was stirring at the moment. Harry looked into the big mass of green goo that was turning a vibrant violet with distaste.

Harry looked over to Ron and Hermione and noticed they were sitting together with a tension around them like static. Ron had told Hermione that she wasn't as smart as other witches and she really should get a hair conditioner. He had never told her anything like that before.

Hermione had made it apparent she did not care for those comments by smacking Ron over the face; he still had the smarting red mark over his cheek. Harry didn't know what was wrong with Ron because Ginny was fine and Hermione's only problem right now was Ron.

Harry stared at Draco who was staring at their potions book. "Draco, I have to patch things up with Ron so you think you can wait for me at lunch?" Harry asked.

Draco looked up at him and looked over at the red head glaring at Ron.

"What did he do this time?" Draco asked, as if he had no interest but Harry felt he did.

"Just said something rude and I need to check with him and see if he's having delusions." Harry replied, frowning into the cauldron with a vibrant blue violet now.

Draco snorted and muttered something like "You're both delusional," but Harry ignored it in favor of cutting up his leeches.

"Ron, can we talk?" Harry asked, as they filed out of the potions room. Ron stared at Harry with his blue eyes and smiled a smile that never reached his eyes because they stayed cold blue.

"Yeah sure." Ron replied.

"Come on" Harry said, walking away from the room with Draco watching the two leave down the hall, narrowing his eyes at Ron's red hair.

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