A/N: Putting this up early, partly because I just want this story to end, but mostly for all my readers out there, as an offering for forgiveness at my previous lack of dedication.

A/N 2: I have another story, one I'm starting to write, that it coming up with this chapter though not apart of this story at all… just to let you know so you can go and read it. XD Okay, well here you go.

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Harry had spent the most of the previous day/night hiding behind the closed hangings around his four-poster bed, not wanted anyone to see him and bother him with questions.

Instead, he just lay there, thinking. Did Draco like him, or hate him? I mean, he did show up by his side, in the middle of the night. But this was Draco we were talking about. The boy didn't feel anything for anyone, besides lust. Oh yes, Harry had heard the numerous rumours surrounding the legendary Sex-God Slytherin, Draco.

Yet Draco was gay, or at least bisexual. Most of the stories surrounding Draco's Sex-Godness were from girls, so Draco was either newly gay, or bisexual. Or the stories were just rumours.

Then there was that kiss. The best kiss Harry had ever had. Okay, so maybe it was only his second kiss, and his first was with a person who was crying at the time, but still. Harry yearned to kiss the blonde Slytherin again…

Harry shook his head. The last thing he needed right now was to get hard at around eight o'clock on a Sunday morning. As people didn't awake until around nine, he would surely be interrupted before he got to a good part…

His mind wandered a bit, and Harry found his hands absentmindedly begin to touch his growing erection. "Fuck it," Harry said to himself quietly, wrapping his hands around his hardening cock. He closed his eyes, imagining that he was inside Draco's warm body, thrusting hard as he looked deeply into his enchanting silver eyes.

This thought was so erotic that before Harry new it, he was coming hard into his hands. Panting, Harry muttered a quick cleaning spell. Still feeling a bit dirty, Harry got up, deciding to take a shower, and grabbed his clothes, silently creeping towards the showers.

Harry was ever thankful when he reached the boy's bathroom, that it was empty. Placing his glasses atop his neatly folded towel, Harry began to undress.

As he pulled off his shirt, Harry felt a burning sensation on his left wrist; he had completely forgot about his cuts. Carefully, he pulled his shirt completely off, and looked down at his now throbbing wrist. He was shocked to see that it had already healed completely, save for a whitepink scar.

This seemed a little odd to Harry. As far as he knew, healed scars weren't supposed to hurt, at least not that he was aware of anyways. Well, except for his lightning bolt shaped scar, but that was a definite exception.

Shrugging, Harry decided to drop it, heading for the farthest shower down. He pulled the taps on until the water was nice and hot, but not scalding. He stood there, letting the water soak into him.

After what seemed like an eternity, Harry reached for the shampoo and began to lather it into his hair. It was Harry's personal favourite, strawberry passion. Harry lifted his head under the showerhead, rinsing the sweet smelling shampoo from his hair. Harry finished up with his conditioner and coconut scented body wash, before turning the taps off.

Harry had just reached his towel when he heard footsteps and voices. Stupid though he knew he was acting, Harry wrapped the towel around his waist and went back to his shower stall.

"So what do you reckon happened to him, mate?" Harry heard Dean Thomas ask.

"Dunno. Hermione isn't talking about it, and refuse to spill. I heard she hasn't even told Ron" That had to be Seamus.

Then was a pause. "Well, I don't think it has anything to do with You-Know-Who or anything, because a) they would be a hell of a lot more worried if it was, and b) they would most likely be with him."

Seamus didn't say anything in response, and Harry had a feeling that he had nodded in agreement.

"Well, his bed looks like it was slept in last night, so he's probably back and all."

"Yeah, I reckon he his. Well, I'm going to have a shower, so I guess I'll see you in the common room then," Harry heard Seamus reply.

"See you then," he heard Dean say, before there was the sound of a closing door.

Harry waited until he was sure Seamus had shut the door to his stall before dashing out and getting changed. Just as he was at the door, it swung open.

"Harry!"

Seamus opened his shower door, looking around at Harry.

"Er, hi Ron," Harry managed, before he was nearly knocked down by the taller redhead infront of him.

Ron let go, his ears reddening slightly. "Where the bloody hell have you been? Hermione won't tell me about it, says that it'll only upset me and that I wouldn't understand."

Harry looked at Ron. He didn't know what to say. "Listen, do you think we can talk later? I'm kind of hungry, and I think that perhaps 'Mione should be around."

Eyeing Harry for a moment, he agreed, and the two set off to the Gryffindor common room to find Hermione.

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"Uuuuurrrrrgghhhh," Draco groaned as he tried desperately to pry open his eyes, mean while his head was throbbing horribly. "Fuck." Ah, the downside of getting totally wasted.

Then he started to remember the previous night. Sprinting, Draco just barely made it to his bathroom, before he retched in the toilet. Well, at least it was Sunday (Draco was trying to be a little optimistic).

Wiping his mouth, Draco could not believe what he had done last night; who he had done it with. He must have been really horny.

Slowly, Draco pulled himself up off the cold and clammy floor. He needed to shower, but not before he brushed his teeth about twenty times…

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Approximately an hour later, Draco emerged from his dorm room. He wasn't particularly all that hungry, but he needed coffee.

When he reached the Great Hall fifteen minutes later, Draco hurried over to the Slytherin table. He noticed, greatfully, that Blaise was absent. He poured himself some coffee, before scanning the room for Harry.

But he was not there. Damn, he must still be in the hospital wing, Draco thought, nibbling absently on a sandwich. He was just pouring his second cup of coffee when he heard it.

"Oooooh Drakie-poo!" exclaimed Pansy shrilly. "You're looking so pale, honey. Are you quite all right? Not sick, are you?"

Draco wanted to reach out and rip out her voice box. Instead, he answered, "Keep it down, Pansy. You're going to make my head explode."

"But Draaaaaakie," she whinged, "where were you last night? When I came by your room you weren't there."

"I was busy. I, unlike you, have a life, Parkinson," Draco growled. His mood was growing steadily worse, already down because of last night, the hang over, and especially because Harry was once again absent.

Pansy looked a little hurt. "What's the matter, Drakie? You don't have to be so mean."

"Yeah, well if you must know my head feels like it's going to fucking explode at every sound you make. Damn hangover. Now just leave me alone."

She opened her mouth to say something when Draco glared at her; Pansy didn't say anything else for the rest of lunch.

Deciding he was unbelievably bored, Draco got up to leave. When he opened the door, he came face to face with none other than the Golden Trio; Ron with his arm snaked around Hermione's waist, and Harry standing a little bit apart from them.

Harry, catching sight of the Slytherin, opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Draco hurried off past them, avoiding his eyes.

The three of them stood there, before Hermione turned to Harry. "What are you waiting for? Go after him. I'll tell Ron about the whole, don't worry," she whispered to him.

"Thanks," Harry whispered back, before hurrying off in the direction he saw Draco go in.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Ron asked, seeming to be a little angry.

"Nothing, it was nothing."

"What it going on between you two? You're not seeing him secretly, are you," Ron pulled his arm away from around Hermione's waist.

Hermione just looked at him. "Don't be daft, Ronald. Of course not. C'mon, I'll explain over lunch," she told him, grabbing his hand and waling through the doors and into the noisy Great Hall.

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A/N: Well, there you have it. Not that great, I know. I told you before that my heart was not completely in this. I hope it's alright though. Next chapter will be up soon, I assure you, and I think it'll be better than this. Not much happened here. There may be a bit of H/D in the next chappy, I'm not quite sure yet. But it will happen soon, I promise.

A/N 2: Okay, well I really hope you liked that. I know that this is up early, but I'm going away this weekend no computer, AHH! and so I thought I'd put it up while I had the chance. And I still feel really bad for abandoning this before. x.x;

Please, PLEASE review! I love it so much. Seriously, sad though you might call it, I get all warm inside when I see that people have reviewed my story. It makes me feel like my story isn't just 'there.' That people actually read it.

Right, well cheerio! 