A/N: You know what I love about all my reviewers? None of them are flamers! This makes me extremely happy, that you all just have good things to say about my story. I love you all! And, yes, there will be slash in this chapter. Yes, finally! Not that much, but perhaps enough to tide you people over. No sex, perverts, but a little guy on guy action. Oh, and some of the things Ron says in this chapter, well, they're just examples of how unaccepting some people are, and how we can't allow ourselves to be silenced by their stupidity and prejudice. Sorry if you don't like fics that portray Ron as the bad guy, but he will be for a little while in this one. Not forever, though. Ginny will smack him back into shape eventually. Now, on with the fic! Adios!

-CatJetRat

Chapter 6

Losing Friends, Anger, and Making Up

Harry's POV

Harry stared at Ron uncertainly, feeling quite nervous. He had been unsure about whether or not to tell Ron about his discovery about himself, but had decided that since they had been best friends for five, almost six years, that it was best to tell him.

"Oh," Ron said, and his voice cracked ever so slightly with the faintest sign of unease. At that point, Harry knew he shouldn't have told Ron.

"Ron—" he began, but Ron cut him off while slowly standing up and backing away.

"No, Harry," Ron said rather forcefully. "I don't care what you want to do with your life, but if you make this choice, I can't be your friend anymore."

"What?" Harry exclaimed in dismay, also standing.

Ron's resolve, for a moment, seemed to crumble a little, and he looked rather sad. "I'm sorry, Harry," he said. "But my family is one of those old Christen families that follow the bible rather strictly, and I've always been taught to never associate with…your kind," he said, looking Harry up and down in a slightly disgusted way.

"My kind?!" Harry shouted angrily. "Is this some kind of joke? Because if it is, it's not a very funny one! Do you really think that I have a choice as to whether or not I'm gay? It's not something one chooses, it's something one is born as."

Ron shook his head angrily. "You're lying," he said flatly. "Of course it's something you choose. You can make a choice about whether or not you shag guys or girls."

Harry stared at his former best friend in disbelief, before Ron shook his head one more time and left. Harry sank back down onto the couch, covering his face with his hands and groaning. Could this day get any worse? As it turns out, it could.

Draco's POV, first person

I stood outside the Gryffindor common room, staring distastefully up at the painting covering the entrance. It showed an extraordinarily fat lady with a pink dress on. At least Slytherins didn't have a portrait of a morbidly obese woman in an atrocious dress covering the entrance to our common room. However, I made my expression sweet and simpering.

"Excuse me, bonita," I said, using some Spanish I had learned from my gardener.

The Fat Lady blushed, and said, "Yes?"

"I'm trying to find Harry Potter," I said, making my voice as innocent as possible. "Would you mind letting me in so I can speak with him? I'm sure he would be so happy to see me."

The Fat Lady looked reluctant. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that," she said, frowning. Her face brightened. "But I could tell him you're here and then have him let you in."

"That works," I said, pleased that I would be getting what I wanted. "Thank you."

She nodded pleasantly, and was gone in a flash. I sighed, and wondered why the hell I was doing this. What was wrong with me? I doubted very much that Harry cared at all whether or not I became a death eater. All we had done was kiss. It wasn't like we had made any commitments or anything. For all I knew, he still hated me; after all, we had been enemies for about five years. But he let me kiss him when I wasn't intoxicated, I argued with myself. Maybe he really does like me. But why should he? I had always been a complete jerk to him and his friends. But we were civil to each other tonight, weren't we? And maybe, just maybe, we could be a little bit alike? We were both raised in abusive households, and…but that's just it. I don't know enough about him. And the funny thing is, I really want to. I don't know why, but I do. I wasn't given much more time to dwell on the subject, since the Fat Lady then squeezed herself back into her portrait, and gave me a loving smile, right before the painting was pushed open. Harry smiled at me, and all my doubts and fears about him not liking me were destroyed. I felt my knees go slightly weak, and my brain turned to mush, all with that one smile.

"Come on in," he said, still grinning at me. I nodded and elegantly climbed in. Harry rolled his eyes at me. "Always have to be the pompous one, don't you, Malfy?"

"Of course I do, Potty," I shot back, smirking.

Harry rolled his eyes again. "Sit down," he said, pointing at the couch. I allowed my eyes to travel around the common room, and felt my nose wrinkle slightly with disgust as I stared at the flickering lamps, the over-hot fire, and the old, worn-out furniture that had stuffing leaking out at holes that looked like they had been made by mice.

"This room needs a serious makeover," I commented, still looking around.

Harry burst out laughing. "You are so gay, Malfoy," he said, and his eyes were light with amusement.

I grinned at him coyly. "Don't forget, Potter, that there are two gay boys in this room, and one of them happens to know the Dark Arts."

Harry frowned at me. "You know Dark Magic?" he questioned. "But…I got the impression from you that you don't really like the Dark Arts."

I mirrored his frown, gazing into his emerald green eyes. "Wherever did you get that impression? All I told you was that my father hit me. I never said I wasn't into the Dark Arts. This brings me to why I came up here." I paused, and sat down on the sofa. Harry sat down beside me, and his leg brushed mine. I felt my heart flutter at this, but ignored the feeling. "Harry, my dad wants me to become a death eater."

"Oh?" Harry said, his face darkening slightly. "And what did you say?"

I hesitated, and then told him, "I said yes."

"WHAT?" Harry exclaimed, standing up.

I winced, before saying, "Keep your voice down, do you want your whole house to hear? Actually…." I took out my wand and cast a silencing charm around the common room, the same one, in fact, I had used on my party in the woods.

"Are you serious?" Harry said in a low voice. "You've decided to become a death eater?"

"Harry, I have to join my father, you understand that, don't you? If I don't he'll kill me, or you, or anyone I care about!" I protested, to a very angry, and increasingly so, Harry.

Perhaps to hide the hurt he was feeling because of my decision, Harry sneered at me. "You're just afraid of him."

"Damn right I am!" I snapped.

Harry shook his head at me. "You're a coward. If you really cared about anyone but yourself you would stay on Dumbledore's side. My side. You're just a stupid cowa-"SLAP!

Harry's head jerked backwards as my hand connected with his cheek. He sank to the ground, tears in his eyes, while I stood above him, feeling livid. How dare he call me a coward when I was sacrificing myself to save his ruddy life! And then it dawned upon me what I had done. I had just hurt Harry, the one I cared about. The one I was trying to protect. What had I done?

"Harry…" I began gently, feeling horrible.

"No," Harry said flatly. "Go. Join the death eaters. I don't care anymore. You can go screw every one of them for all I care." He then stood up and stormed out of the room. I banished the silencing charm and ran after him, cursing myself for what I had done.

Harry's POV

Harry rushed out of the common room, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. How could Draco do something like that? It's Malfoy, Harry reminded himself. He reached the main doors and flung them open. Then, for some reason, he found himself running down to the lake. He sank down beside its inky black surface and lowered his head, starting to reflect upon the events of the night again, but then….

Harry's head snapped up as he heard approaching footsteps. It was Draco. Of course it was Draco.

"Harry!" Draco gasped, finally catching up to the brunet.

"What do you want?" Harry asked him coldly, before standing up a beginning to walk away.

"I just wanted to talk to you," Draco said hastily, hurrying to catch up to Harry. "And to say that I'm sorry," he added gently.

Harry stopped walking and turned to face Draco. Should I forgive him? He wondered briefly. He then opened up his mouth to reply, and said, "Why did you do it, Draco?" His face, as well as his voice, betrayed no emotion, although his heart was aching with sadness. He wasn't sure why. He shouldn't really expect anything else from Malfoy; after all, they had been enemies for over five years.

Malfoy lowered his head, looking, for the first time in his life, ashamed. "I…I guess I just lost my temper. I didn't even really realize what I was doing at the time. I'm really sorry. It will never happen again." Draco then gave Harry a winning smile. Harry rolled his eyes at this.

"Whatever," he said. He then frowned. "But really Draco, you can't become a death eater."

"And why not?" Draco asked haughtily.

Harry inwardly smiled at Draco's arrogance and immaturity. "Because, darling," he said, smirking. "I'm going to defeat that seventy year old and his crazy middle-age comrades eventually. It'll be easy. You forget, I've already beaten him twice."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Perhaps you're right. However, I'll need protection."

Harry's grin widened, and he conjured up a condom. "Here's your protection, doll," he said, holding out the condom.

Draco took it from him with narrowed eyes. "You're a real scream," he said sarcastically. He smirked and said, "Oh, and by the way…" before jumping on Harry and knocking him to the ground. "If you ever call me 'darling' or 'doll' again, I'll make sure that you are never able to use one of these again," Draco said, waving the condom in front of Harry's nose.

"Well, then you'll just have to use it, I guess," Harry shot back. He was now becoming slightly aroused by Draco's warm weight on him. Not that Draco was heavy. No, quite the opposite. But it still turned Harry on to have Draco pinning him to the ground, his legs on opposite sides of Harry's stomach. It didn't help matters when Draco leaned closer in, his hair spilling forward. He smirked again.

"I rather like you in this position, Potty," Draco said in a husky voice.

Harry nodded. He doubted very much that he could speak if he wanted to. His limbs seemed to be frozen, and all he could do was stare straight into Draco's silvery eyes. They were so much like his father's eyes, eyes that had been laughing, staring at him mercilessly as Voldemort tortured him. But Draco's eyes…they were different. Not very, but ever so slightly. Behind the mask that Draco had put up, Harry saw the mark of something terrible inside of Draco. A mark that only one person could have made. The people that Draco trusted the entire world with had hurt him, and the only people who could have had that kind of trust from Draco were his parents.

Draco's POV, first person

I do not like that look he is giving me, no not at all. The last person who had given me that look had betrayed me, and I was not about to let anyone look at me like that again.

"Don't give me that look, Potter," I said in a warning voice. "Don't forget, I've still got the upper hand."

Harry, for what seemed to be the millionth time that night, smirked at me again. "Oh really?" he said, before he turned the tables on me by rolling us over. Now he was the one on top, and I was beneath him. "What was that you were saying before?" he asked casually, examining his fingernails.

My eyes narrowed. "You've been doing a lot of smirking lately, I've noticed," I commented, mimicking his action and also examining my fingernails.

"Yeah, it's something I learned from you. Guess what? I also learned how to sneer like an arrogant bastard," he said, and gave a perfect imitation of my sneer. He stopped, and said, "I learned it from watching you strut around the school every day, looking down upon people."

"Oh?" I shot back. "And why were you watching me every day?"

Harry blushed, and said, "Well, you were rather fun to look at," he said nervously, twisting his hands.

"Was I?" I asked in a silky voice. "Well, you were rather amusing to watch. I think I knew you were gay long before you did."

This seemed to interest him greatly. "Really?" he said with raised eyebrows. "How?"

"Oh, it might have been the fact that you showed very little interest in girls, and asked few of them out, and when you did finally ask one of them out to the Yule Ball, you completely ignored her, and seemed to be a bit more interested in the dancers than actually dancing with her. Or, perhaps when you finally kissed a girl, you didn't seem to enjoy it very much, and—"

"WHAT? How do you know about that?! I only told Ron and Hermione, and they didn't tell anyone, did they?" Harry exclaimed, looking utterly perplexed.

"My dear Harry," I said in an amused tone. "Don't forget, you're Harry Potter. Did you really think that Chang wouldn't have told the whole school about kissing you?"

Harry's hands balled into fists. "That bitch," he hissed under his breath. "I should have known she was only going out with me because I'm famous."

"Fortunately, the whole school kind of took your side and thought that she was a bit of a slut, and kind of rude for telling everyone about kissing you. You can thank your Gryffindor pals Weasley and Granger for that. Once they got wind that Chang was telling everyone about it, they went and started calling her all sorts of things, and defending you."

I could tell that Harry was more than a little surprised by this news. "Really?" he said in disbelief.

"Yes, they were very adamant about making sure you retained your honor," I told him, enjoying watching the different emotions playing across his face. First came confusion, then denial, and finally, slight shame. He began to get off of me.

"Whoa, where are you going?" I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back down on top of me.

"I have to go apologize to Hermione," he mumbled distantly.

"The mudblood? Why?" I asked, feeling irritated.

"Don't call her a mudblood, and it's because I insulted her greatly before I saw you this evening, and now I feel bad about it, because I know that she is really a very good friend," Harry said.

"Ah, hell no," I said.

He frowned at me. "What?"

"You are not going anywhere," I told him firmly.

"And why not?" he asked, looking bewildered.

"Because it's getting fairly cold out here, and you are rather warm. I do not want my warm comforter to go away," I said.

Harry snorted. "You really are a spoiled brat, aren't you Malfoy? But here, perhaps this will shut you up," he said, and leaned down and kissed me. Just like that! Right out of the blue.

It was incredible. His lips were soft and warm on mine, and he ran one of his hands through my blond hair. He opened his mouth slightly, his tongue requesting entrance. I eagerly allowed it in, and we went into a full-on French kiss. He didn't put his whole tongue in my mouth, like most guys seemed to think was a good idea. No, he was a bit more subtle than that. His tongue gently explored my mouth, mingling with my tongue. One of his hands slipped up my shirt, and I felt him run his hands over the muscles on my chest. He pulled his other hand out of my hair, and gently stroked my cheek. He then pulled away. I let out a whimper of protest, and tried to engage him in another kiss, but he was having none of it.

"No, Draco, he said in a gentle but firm voice.

"Fine," I said huffily, crossing my arms and looking away from him.

Harry laughed. "Don't be like that," he said, uncrossing my arms and pulling me towards him. "If you're good, there'll be more kissing later," he said, wrapping his arms around me.

I returned the hug. "Fine," I repeated in a slightly grumpy, but less annoyed tone. "Go apologize to her, if you must, but then I want you in my bed, in my private chambers, tonight."

"Dream on," Harry said rolling his eyes. His brow furrowed. "You have private chambers?"

"Yeah," I said. "My dad paid Dumbledore a bundle to have private chambers installed for me."

Harry's eyebrows shot up. "Dumbledore was bribed?" he said in disbelief.

"I suppose you could call it that," I said, shrugging. "Why are you so surprised? Dumbledore is human, just like everybody else. And he saw no harm in accepting money to install private chambers for me."

Harry sighed. "I guess I kind of thought that Dumbledore would never treat any of the students differently, no matter how much more money one student had than another student."

"Oh, but its okay when he gives you special treatment when it comes to punishment," I said in a slightly angry voice.

Harry frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean," I said, pulling away from him. "The flying car, the Whomping Willow, Sirius Black, don't think that the rest of us haven't noticed."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Sorry," he said, looking guilty. "I never really thought about it that way."

"It's okay, you foolish boy," I said shaking my head.

"I have to go now," he said, and kissed me quickly on the lips before standing up. "Bye Draco, see you later."

"Bye," I said, and watched him head up to the castle. I shivered slightly, and wrapped my coat around my body. I had been right. He really had kept me warm.

A/N: That seemed like a good ending. Hey, look, guys, I'm sorry about the delay. Some stuff has been going on, and I haven't had much time to update. But here's your teaser. I hope you like it.

Teaser:

"Are you serious, Harry?" Ginny said in a low voice. "Ron told you that we're Christian?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, and he told me that your family followed the bible rather strictly."

"That bastard," she hissed, and, standing up, she whirled around to face where Ron was sitting with Seamus and Dean.

"RONALD WEASLEY!"

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