ANNOUNCEMENT: I have suspended this story for a while because I've been working on another H/D fic... (what would have happened if Draco wouldn't have been a you-know-what in the 6th year!). So while I've been working on that, this has been paused for the time being. I'm not going to submit my other story until I've completed it. Then I will be able to update weekly.

A/N: Wow... what to say about HBP - I wont spoil anything if you haven't finished... except I'll say that regardless of book 6 I'm still continuing my fic... so obviously anything that happened in HBP wont have anything to do with this fic... b/c... it would make my fic un-workable...

Also, I'm deeply regretting my last chapter. Certain things have been going on in my life as of late that have made me feel conflicting feelings about people... and it's almost like I understand the characters a little better... so... I'm sorry to say... but this chapter isn't all fluff.

There are some quotes from lyrics... which you'll all know I'm sure.

A Rocky Hogwarts

Chapter 6

Harry woke up with a weird feeling in his stomach. He adjusted his eyes to the morning light as he pulled back the curtain to his bed and saw Ron's were still shut. Smiling to himself, Harry changed out of his pajamas and ran down to the common room. There he saw Hermione siting at a table going over homework.

"Hi," he said cautiously, not forgetting how he left their conversation last night.

"Hi," Hermione returned coldly. She glared up at Harry and studied him carefully as he decided to pull a chair and sit across from her.

"So, uh, what are you working on there?" He finally asked.

"Mmm, Arithmancy." She replied, delving back into her homework. "You seem chipper this morning."

"Oh, do I?" Harry started to play with his thumbs nervously. He did not know whether or not to tell Hermione that last night he had befriended their classmate foe. He did not know if he even wanted to admit it to himself. So he decided to come to a half truth and tell her, "Hermione, about last night," He hesitated before blurting out, "Draco and I have decided to somewhat come to a compromise. We aren't going to fight with each other anymore. Well, maybe a little." He added looking nervously. "But it's just bothering me because I don't know how Ron's going to act." Of course he knew that if Ron and Hermione both knew the extent of their truce they would both act very strongly against the idea. If they knew that he and Malfoy had shared more than just words last night and a few kisses instead they would check him into St. Mungo's. He thought it may not be such a bad idea as his stomachache was increasingly getting worse.

Hermione had looked up at Harry as soon as he had said her name, "Well, why should he care?" She asked tentatively. "I think it's a good idea you two have a truce. Could make life here a little simpler." But before Harry had a chance to reply she quickly asked., "So now you're calling him 'Draco' as a part of this 'truce'?"

Harry had not intended on saying his first name and definitely did not want Hermione to catch his mistake. "What? No." He denied, "He's still 'Malfoy'. You know, good ole ferret boy." He smiled. Hermione just nodded politely, letting his little blunder go. "But, you know how touchy Ron is about the Malfoys. How do you think he'd take it if I told him we had a truce."

Hermione studied Harry closer again, finally putting away her homework to have a proper conversation with him. She knew he was not letting her in on something, whatever this 'kiss incident' was last night and now this; but it was not her place to butt in. "Look Harry," she said finally, "I think that this 'truce' you have is a good idea but be careful. You never know what Malfoy is capable of. And as for Ron, well I have no idea how he'd act. He probably wont be 'all for it' but if it'll keep Malfoy off of all our backs this year then I'm sure he'll understand. You'll just have to ask him." She said the last sentence a bit quieter as she saw Ron come yawing down the stairs and up to the table they were sitting at.

"Good morning, Ron," Harry said quickly.

Ron grunted out what Harry assumed was, "Good morning," as he sat down. Yawning again he asked, "How long til breakfast?"

"We have ten minutes before we should head down," Hermione replied packing up her Arithmancy book and nudging Harry.

Deciding this was the time to tell Ron, Harry coughed and said, "So uh, Ron, how are you feeling today?"

"Good I suppose. What kind of question is that?"

"Well," Harry blushed slightly. "Remember last night, the whole. 'What-is-going-on-between-me-and-Malfoy' issue?"

"Yeah. Finally ready to tell us?"

"Well, Ron. I was a little nervous because I don't want you to be bothered by it, but we've come to a truce for this play. So that means no name-calling and whatnot, at least until the play is over." Ron looked like this was no big deal and that Harry had lost it for making it one.

"Well that makes sense. Is that all?"

"Well, we might have to rehearse separately and on days we don't have rehearsal and stuff too." Harry added.

"Uh, my sympathy to you. As long as you can handle the torture I don't think it's anything to worry about. Unless," Ron's eyes beamed as he looked like he just solved a particularly hard move in chess, "Do you reckon he's trying to feel out your weaknesses for You-Know-Who? I mean his dad's a Death Eater, maybe he's trying to get in good with 'daddy's boss' and will try to get close to you to send him information."

Hermione nodded, "It's a possibility. What do you think, Harry?"

"I dunno," He replied apprehensively. "He seemed sincere enough. I think we both just want to get through this with, minor emotional trauma." The last part he added while thinking to himself that it was a little too late for that.

"Well, I suppose the best you can do is keep an eye out. Dumbledore wouldn't let you go off with him if he thought there was any danger."

"Yeah," Ron and Harry agreed.

Hermione looked at her watch and said, "Well, I suppose we should go down to breakfast."

"Oh, you guys," Harry said as they all three got up from their chairs, "Don't let it out that Malfoy and I are in a truce." Hermione and Ron both looked at Harry like he was crazy.

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I dunno." Harry replied truthfully. To him, however, if felt like much more than a truce to cover up. It was some twisted friendship they were starting. Maybe even something more, and he did not want the whole school in on it. "It's just for the play and after that things are most likely to go back to normal, right?"

"If you say so Harry," Ron patted him on the back as they headed out of the portrait and down to the Great Hall.

When they finally got there they sat at their usual spot at the Gryffindor table. Harry kept trying to grab food farther away so he could bob his head to see if Draco was at the Slytherin table. The bad feeling in his gut was definitely increasing. Both Crabbe and Goyle were at their spots but as far as he could tell Malfoy had not arrived yet.

Harry started to eat a piece of toast when he finally saw Draco enter. Harry noticed how Draco's spotless black robes billowed after him as he walked confidently across the Great Hall. Compared to his porcelain skin they created a beautiful contrast. Harry forgot that he was staring at Draco for quite a while until Draco finally reached the Slytherin table. As he sat down he glanced carefully up at Harry. Harry, not expecting him to look his way, quickly looked down at a piece of toast on his plate. He then looked around at the Gryffindor table to see if anyone had noticed him staring at Malfoy. He did not think anyone saw but it was quite clear that he missed the strange look Hermione was giving him.

Quickly, Harry finished eating what he could. When all of a sudden he felt like he needed to be alone. It was like a title wave of uncertainty was pulling him under. He didn't know what he was doing. Befriending Malfoy, of all people. Deep down he knew what they had agreed to was more than a friendship. This was some dark twisted relationship he was starting. And he has valuable friendships at stake. Friendships more important than this stupid thing with Malfoy.

Why do the emotions in the night always differ from the emotions in the day? Harry thought to himself after thinking back to the previous night. "Hey guys, I'm not feeling great. I'm gonna go get some fresh air." He quickly said to Ron and Hermione.

"Ok Harry," Ron mumbled through the food in his mouth.

"Are you ok, Harry? Do you want me to come with you?" Hermione gently offered.

"No, I'm fine. I just need some fresh air." He stood up, grabbed two pieces of toast and left the Great Hall, not noticing a blonde boy at the Slytherin table turning to watch him leave.

He slowly made his way out of the castle. His mind was racing over the events of last night. He was so happy at the time but now he knew he was being completely selfish. Stupid Malfoy. He thought to himself. Why did this have to happen to me? Harry was completely content before Draco came along. Wasn't he?

Harry found himself near the lake. In the distance he could see the giant squid splashing in the water. He sat down underneath a nearby tree. His mind still racing over the several kisses that he shared with Draco the night before. Glaring at his toast he took a bite, "What am I going to do?"

"If it were me, I would start with not talking to myself," drawled a voice from behind him.

Harry quickly turned and saw the last person he had wanted to see at this time, "What do you want?" His voice was dry and lacked any fight.

"I saw you leave." Draco replied as if that was all that needed to be said.

"I'm sure a lot of people saw me leave. You'll notice the whole student body didn't come to check up on me, however."

Draco sat down next to Harry and joined him at the vigorous toast staring contest he seemed to be involved in. "Well, I guess I wanted to make sure things are ok. You know, with things about last night."

"Heh," Harry struggled to laugh, "That's why I left. Suddenly found myself nauseated." He ripped one of the pieces of toast in his hand and threw it into the lake.

"You can't get pregnant from kissing, Potter." Draco said coldly.

"What?" Harry asked as he finally turned to face Draco.

"Sounds like morning sickness," Draco shrugged.

"Oh ha ha," Harry said sarcastically and tore his gaze from Draco. "More like 'mourning' sickness," he mumbled to himself.

"What's your problem anyway?" Draco asked.

"Excuse me if I'm finding it a bit difficult coming to the terms that we spent most of the night snogging," He tried to fight back his rage, "I'm not even gay, Draco. So whatever sick fantasies you were thinking you wanted me to fulfil, you can just forget it."

"You never have been good with controlling your emotions, have you?" Draco ignored his comment.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry stood up abruptly.

"You're a bit melodramatic, Harry."

Harry cringed when Draco said his name, "You sound like Hermione." He left the spot where Draco was sitting and walked closer to the lake. He ripped some of his toast and threw it in. Draco stood up and joined Harry staring out at the lake. "You're gay right, Draco?" Harry finally said bitterly.

"No." Draco started to turn red with anger and turned to look at Harry. However, he didn't meet his eyes and continued to stare into the lake. The same bitterness Harry had in his voice was starting to wash over onto Draco, "We talked about that last night, if you'd recall."

"There are a lot of things I'm choosing to forget about last night." Harry finally turned at looked at Draco. He looked at him directly into his blue eye's before he leaned into Draco a little closer. Draco shuttered at their close proximity. "The reason I ask again is because," Harry paused and leaned closer yet. Their lips were mere centimeters apart before Harry abruptly grabbed Draco's shoulder's and pulled him closer to him until Harry's lips brushed against Draco's ear, "Somebody told me you had a boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend that I had in February of last year."

Harry pulled away from him abruptly and walked right past Draco, slamming his shoulder into Draco's as he went. He never knew hearing the stupid Muggle songs on the radio could come in so helpful at times like these. He always thought the lyrics were stupid and found it ironic that he found such a suitable time to remember them.

Draco stood with his eyes glazed over still in the same spot Harry had left him. He was not gay and had never had a boyfriend. He could tell the last line was too smooth for Potter to make up himself, so obviously it was something esoteric. That did not dismiss the fact that he had just insulted him, it enraged him more.

As Harry continued walking away he was fighting the urge to look back. He hadn't meant to sound as cruel as he did. He finally stopped walking away as he heard footsteps approaching. He wasn't surprised to feel the rough hand on his shoulder spin him around. Draco looked directly into his emerald eye before he brought back his fist and shot a punch directly at Harry. Before Harry had time to react his hand collided into Harry's eye where there was sure to be a bruise in mere moments. His glasses flew off him as he fell back instantly to the hand to face collision. He soon found himself on the ground staring up at Draco who was fuming with his hand still clenched in a fist at his side.

"Ouch," Harry said carefully as he brought his hand up to touch his face. The anger left him as soon as the punch hit him. "I probably deserved that." He fumbled until he found his surprisingly unbroken glasses and put them back on.

Draco unclenched his fist as he heard his comment, "Yeah, you did." And then he held his hand out for Harry to grab. Harry grabbed his hand and pulled himself off the ground. "Look," Draco finally said.

But before he could finish his thought Harry interrupted, "A little hard, I think it's swelling up."

Draco laughed, "Yeah, well I'm not gay remember. So you can stop trying to seduce me with your dirty talk, it's not going to work."

"Not that!" Harry panicked, "My eye."

"I know." Draco said softly smiling at Harry's innocent innuendo. "I was going to say we should get back to the castle. We're going to be late for class."

"Oh," Harry replied, "Yeah I suppose you're right. But first, about last night..."

"Yeah?" Draco asked as they began walking towards the castle.

"We're still in a truce then right? Save from the punch you just threw at me, I deserved it," Harry shrugged.

"Yes. If that's what you want." Draco said shyly as they continued walking.

"And about the-"

"The kiss?" Draco interrupted

"There were more than one."

"Not in my mind. Didn't you say, 'There are a lot of things I'm choosing to forget about last night,' remember?" Draco asked. "So... it's nothing then?" He asked cautiously with half pleading eyes looking up at Harry as they entered the castle.

Harry completely oblivious to the expectant looked just replied, "It was only a kiss." And he turned and walked away from Draco. Leaving him for a second time in the early day, standing alone.

Draco decided to head straight to class as well. The whole time all he could think about was the last words Harry had said, It was only a kiss.

It was only a kiss. He repeated to himself in his head. He was getting sick. The same nausea that had gotten a hold on Harry was nesting quite comfortably in his own stomach now. He kept thinking about the events of the previous night. He wasn't gay. He'd never like any boy before.

Just Harry. His eyes bugged out as he thought that. He hadn't meant that kind of a direct admission to himself. He knew it was true but to hear the words rolling around in his head made him sick. It was only a kiss. He repeated his mantra and continued to find his classroom not wanting to think about what the rehearsal that night would have in store for him.

Well that's it for chapter 6...

Remember I'm a comment whore sticks out leg with torn fishnets...

Well, yes... I've been listening to The Killers. I have nothing against them - I didn't mean anything negative with the "stupid Muggle song" thing... I just figure Harry wouldn't be much into that sort of stuff.

I'm only really know the 2 songs I've been stealing things from. So yes. I hope you enjoyed. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up. Maybe soon... maybe not... I really can't tell.

It all depends on how much I can't sleep (yes it's after 4:00 AM right now).

I would like to thank all of the following for reviewing on chapter 5...