AN: THIS STORY IS SLASH! DRACO MALFOY HARRY POTTER PAIRING! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN JUST DON'T READ! eh, yeah, forgot to put that in the last chapter

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

The phrase, Malfoys do not cry, Malfoys do not cry, echoed through Draco's head with every step he took. He had changed his mind about going to the common room and was now walking around the castle moodily. He shook his head and bit his trembling lip defiantly and ran into someone. Staring up at the ceiling of the corridor he eventually pushed himself up and stared at the hand extended to him.

"Sorry," came Harry's distracted reply and Draco glared and got up himself.

"You'd better be," he snapped and instantly regretted it as Harry's eyes flashed with anger.

"Well sorry, I thought you may have changed a bit what with Hermione going on and on about you! Are you just void of every human emotion?" he snapped right back the glasses on his face slightly askew from when he ran into Draco.

Draco had never had so many emotions crash over him at one time. He felt happy for speaking to Harry, love struck at how cute he looked, sad for what he had done, and mad for what Harry was saying. The dam that held all these emotions cracked and an unexplainable rage took over Draco's body as he saw red.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," Draco said murderously his eyes sparking. "I have changed Potter, you and your bastard of a friend are just to dense to see it."

"Really?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow. "Goddamn Malfoy, you have no feelings for others do you? You only care for yourself and your boyfriends!"

"What?" Draco shrieked more surprised at that comment than mad.

"So you are a queer!" Harry smirked triumphantly.

Draco did a goldfish imitation for a minute before he closed his eyes and took ten calming breaths. He then opened his eyes and stared intently at Harry's green ones.

"What?" Harry was uncomfortable, good.

Draco folded his arms over his chest and just stared deeper into his eyes.

Harry's voice was then echoing in his head as he smirked triumphantly.

'What the hell is Malfoy doing? Damn it, I had to meet Dumbledore about something as well… why can't I just insult him and move on like usual!'

Draco shook his head as he felt the headache coming on. It had been a pain to get past Potter's shields as Snape had showed him, and he didn't really learn anything about the boy.

"You have no right to insult me like that Potter," he said smoothly his eyes boring into Harry's again but this time with no secret magic.

"Of course I do," Harry sneered. "All you and your bloody lackeys have done are pick fights with us ever since first year! What the hell made you so mad at us?"

"One!" Draco waved a finger in Harry's face causing the boy to take a step back. "You are so bloody famous because you're 'The-Boy-Who-Lived!'"

"What does that have to do with you?"

"Two!" Draco ignored Harry's question and as his anger increased so did his heartbeat causing him to start to pant. "You bloody put my father in that prison!"

"Yeah, well," Harry was a bit scared seeing the pure rage, hate, and was that hurt, in Draco's cold gray eyes.

"Three," Draco panted. "Every one loves you just because you're the goddamn Griffindor who killed Voldemort, saved his friends and his hide, and saved the school from all the lunatics that want to destroy it!"

"Draco?" Harry asked seeing the taller, and slightly older, boy's shoulders start to shake.

"All people have to do is look at your bloody scar and they adore you," he said quietly his eyes still not leaving Harry's. "Even with the goddamn Daily Prophet printing up all these things about you, no one cares. All because you were supposed to die and lived! You… DAMN IT!"

"Draco?" Harry asked quietly.

"What?" at the moment the blonde was thankful everyone else was outside, eating, or doing homework. That he and Harry were the only ones there.

Then he saw the confusion, the worry, in the boy's eyes. That completely caught him off guard. Why would Harry, be worried about him? He had just exploded on him and did he not even care?"

"Draco?" Harry said again a little stronger.

Then he felt it, the water on his cheeks and his hands flew to his face and he felt the stream of tears running from his eyes.

"DAMN IT!" he yelled again and turned on heel before walking off rubbing furiously at his eyes.

Malfoys didn't cry!

Then what was he doing? He had just exploded and said all the things he had bottled up inside of him, he had voiced the ONE thing he hated about the boy. All the others were a lie…

But still he wondered, with all the papers saying that he was a lunatic, how could he still be adored?

Maybe he was pitied… but still, he should still be at least suspected.

Ever since Potter had sent his father to Azkaban his name had been mocked, dragged in the dirt, and once the other Slytherins had noticed his hesitation about the initiation they had started to talk. He only had three who he completely trusted, and on he wasn't sure about. He had four bloody friends, and Potter? He had Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw. The whole goddamn world!

Now, whenever he walked down Diagon Alley and people saw his white blonde hair they would start whispering, shaking their heads, and jeering at him. Of course whenever it was someone alone and he was with Zabini, Blaise would just go and beat him up. But the insults that they drove at him. He would just slip into depression. Perhaps that was what set his cousin off.

And then, damn it what would Harry think? He had just said those things to him and started crying. DAMN IT!

Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair the tears finally stopping as his eyes lost their redness. He would have to talk to Hermione about that.

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Harry ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the wall.

If Draco loosing his temper in front of him didn't shock him, his crying halfway through his little 'speech' completely caught him off guard. And Malfoy hadn't even noticed.

He heard a cough from right next to him and turned to face Hermione.

"What?" he asked flatly.

"What?" she echoed raising an eyebrow. "What was all that about? I came to find you and I find Draco waving his finger at you before he started crying! What did you do to him?"

Harry shrugged and started off towards the library.

"HARRY!" Hermione groaned and started after him. "Do you like Ginny?"

"That was a complete change of topic," Harry raised his own eyebrow at Hermione.

"Well obviously you were just as confused as I was sooo… I decided to drop it," she shrugged. "Now, do you like Ginny?"

"I… don't know," Harry admitted. Sure, he liked her like a sister, but when he had agreed to go out with her, it got him excited just a bit, before it died down and disappeared all together. "I really don't know."

"Harry," Hermione said apologetically. "You'll know soon though…"

Harry looked up to see an annoyed Draco striding towards him a blonde haired girl following him.

His cold gray eyes drifted from Harry to Hermione and he halted.

"Hermione," he hissed his eyes blazing. "Can you get her away?"

"Sara," Hermione nodded to the girl and Harry noted that she was wearing Slytherin robes and had the same eyes as Draco. "Why don't you leave Drakie alone?"

Draco growled and Hermione smiled at him innocently.

"But…" Sara said and looked into Hermione's stern face. "Fine…"

She shuffled off and Hermione's stern eyes went to Draco. He rolled his eyes and turned.

"I'll play some quiditch with you later… just finish your homework!" he ignored her jubilant scream and faced Hermione again.

Harry watched in amusement as the two seemed to have a silent argument.

"Sorry," Draco finally said his eyes meeting Harry's for a second before turning away.

"It wasn't your fault," Harry said noticing that Hermione was grinning at both of them. "I pushed you a little to hard."

Draco shrugged and Hermione grabbed both of their hands.

"Come on, I have to meet Ron in the library," she glared at Draco. "Its high time we all become friends."

"Granger!" Draco said trying to dig his heels into the ground but was pulled along by Hermione none the less. Ten feet in front of the library he stopped fighting and just followed the two of them in.

"There you are!" Came Ron's voice from the table and Draco hunched down a little.

Harry watched as Ron and Draco met eyes and Ron's cheery manner disappeared.

"What is he doing here?" he asked hotly.

"Studying Ron, it is a library!" Hermione rolled her eyes and then turned to Draco and Harry with an evil gleam in her eyes. Harry didn't like it at all and by the audible gulping of the blonde next to him, Draco didn't either.

"Why don't you give that manuscript back to the person who wrote it?" Hermione asked innocently and Harry raised an eyebrow. He then noticed Draco's obviously panicked look and put two and two together.

"You wrote that?" he asked amazed and as Draco flinched he confirmed it. "Hermione," he glared at her. "Told me a girl wrote it."

"Drakie doesn't like it when he gets praised, so I made up a story."

"Don't call me that!"

"Yeah, don't call him that!" Ron glared at Draco who returned the glare with an icy one of his own.

"Its good," Harry said and fished it out of his bag, fortunately it wasn't wrinkled or bent anywhere. "Seriously, it is."

"Yeah," Draco said and Harry could just tell that he was uncomfortable. "Listen Hermione, I really don't have that much homework… so I'll just leave."

Without waiting for a response he left and Hermione sighed and Harry watched him go deep in thought.

"Harry?" Ron asked after a minute. "What's wrong?"

"I think, that boy in the story was me…"

And that would make the girl… him…

Harry shook his head and started on his homework deciding to forget about it until he could sort out his feelings for the youngest Weasley.