Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own the characters in Harry Potter, for if I did lots of slash fanatics would be happy.

Story Talk: This chapter ended up being longer then I intended. It's about 16 pages, and according to the little bar on the side it's about 1/3 of my story so far. My longest yet. They will finally establish their friendship and Draco argues with himself a few times. Nothing like an insane Draco, right? This chapter actually could have been cut into a bunch of smaller chapters, but I wanted to keep my promise of snogging by chapter seven, and I hate coming up with chapter titles.

Authoress Ramble: I am going to ramble about my hair. It is sooooo cool. I dyed it this week. It's all hot pink and blue, then of course my natural brown. It was actually supposed to be red and blue, but the red didn't really work. Neither did the blue at first either; I had one blue streak amongst a bunch of red ones. I redyed the blue today, thankfully I didn't have to wait to redo it, there's still a lot more pink. At least it doesn't look bad though. I hope my coach doesn't get mad. I'm on Color Guard (YaY) She told me that my hair would be fine as long as I didn't add any more blue. She likes it though. My dad doesn't; according to my mother he's really pissed, but that's okay because he usually is. So, on with the Fic.

Chapter 6

Dracos' Worst Memory

After Harry had returned from Hogmeade, he hadn't been in the most social mood. Luckily everyone assumed that it was because, Malfoy had been an ass. After his and Malfoys' conversation about the report they didn't talk, except to ask simple questions that only required one syllable answers. The rest of the time Harrys' thoughts revolved around the possibility of a relationship with the blonde. He couldn't believe he was actually having those kinds of feelings for the boy.

It's wrong. He thought. Malfoy is my enemy. He's been nothing but a git since we started school. Not to mention he won't give me the time of day, so I'm only setting myself up to get hurt

Harry's disbelief, in his feelings had nothing to do with the fact that it was a boy. He had known for a while that he was bi-sexual. He and Dean had experiment at the end of last year, and last week, and the week before last week. Harry was definitely sure that he liked guys. He just couldn't accept the fact that he liked Draco.

Harry lay on his bed for about twenty minutes when Rons' voice broke him from his thoughts. "Sorry, what did you say?" Harry asked, looking in the direction that the voice had come from. Dean was with him.

"He asked if you were going to go to dinner." Dean answered for him

"No, I'm not hungry, go on without me."

"K, mate." Ron answered. He looked like he wanted to ask a question, but he didn't. "Come on, Dean." He said turning to go.

"Actually, I'm not that hungry either. I think I'll stay here." Ron just nodded and left.

Once the door was closed and the two could no longer here Rons' foot steps, Harry rolled onto his stomach, and said, "I'm not really in the mood for snogging right now, so you might as well go."

"I can tell you're not in the mood, that wasn't why I stayed." Dean walked over to Harrys' bed. He sat down and started lightly rubbing his back with one hand, tracing little circles over and over. "You want to tell me what's bothering you?"

"I just spent the whole day with Malfoy, what do you think is bothering me?" He answered more sharply then he intended.

"I don't know, that's why I asked." Deans' voice held the same gentleness it had before.

"We just fought that's all. He pushed my buttons; just the same Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy fight."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not lying. We fought, it's that simple."

"I know you to well to believe that. You know that I liked you a long time before we got together. I watched you and saw your reactions. This is different. You get angry and frustrated when you and Malfoy fight, not sad and mopey."

"I'm not being mopey." Harry pouted. Dean laid down next to the raven-haired boy, who was laying on his side partly on top of him.

"So, what is it really?"

"You might get mad or upset, if I tell you."

"I doubt it, just try me."

"K." Harry took a deep breath and sat up. He felt it would be easier if he wasn't wrapped in the arms of his boyfriend. "I think . . . I think I like Malfoy. I'm sorry, I know we've been kind of together for a while and . . ." Dean quieted him, pressing a finger to his lips.

"It's okay, I knew this would happen."

"You knew I'd like Malfoy?" Harry said raising an eyebrow.

"No, the who is a shock, but I knew that you would fall for someone else soon." Harry gave him a quizzical look. "I've known for a while that we couldn't have a relationship, an actual one."

"That's not true. How do you figure?" Harry didn't know if he really believed it, but he didn't want Dean to be sad because of him.

"Harry, it is true. I realized it a few months ago, when you said you still wanted to keep our relationship a secret. If it was more than lust you wouldn't have a problem telling people."

"I'm sorry." Harry said. He looked down at his hands, pretending they were something of interest.

Dean gently lifted his chin and brushed his thumb over his cheek. "It's okay, I wanted your love, but lust was enough. Now, it's time to plan."

"Plan what?" Harry asked .

"How you're going to seduce Malfoy, of course."

"You're going to help me?"

"Of course, you bloody, prat! What are ex-lovers for? Not to mention we were friends first. You don't think I'm gonna let a little thing like you dumping me get in the way, now do you?" Dean answered with a smirk.

"I thought you'd be hurt and scornful."

"I am kinda hurt, but I would never be scornful. I still have feelings for you and I know you can't return them. It's not your fault." He said, before Harry could protest. "I want you to be happy and if Malfoy is what will make you happy then I will help you win his heart."

"How though?"

"As your ex-lover, I can tell you the pluses and minuses, and I know what makes you look really sexy. I noticed Malfoy and I have the same taste in some things and, before I realized I was gay, I noticed we liked the same girls. Although, I never liked Pansy."

"He's only with her because she's easy."

"Oh. That explains it. Anyway, I won't have time to do this tonight so we'll work on it tomorrow night and you can look amazing for your detention on Tuesday. Sound good?"

"Um . . . yea."

"Meet me by the room of requirement tomorrow, at eight. I'll have everything ready when you get there, all you need to bring is yourself."

"What are you doing now?"

"Well . . . now that we've broken up . . . Blaise asked me out a while back and I said no because I still thought I could make you love me. Now I see that's not possible and I need to move on. What better way then a hot rebound."

Harry smiled, "Have fun." With that Dean walked out the door, after checking himself in the mirror, and Harry went to sleep.

- -

"Drac, what's wrong?" Draco looked up from his homework to see Pansy standing in the doorway to his room.

"Nothing is wrong, I'm doing my homework." He answered, condescendingly.

"I didn't mean right now, I meant lately." She answered gently, moving to sit on his bed.

"Nothing has been wrong, Potter is just bloody annoying and it's making me cranky."

"Stop lying to me."

"I'm not lying to you. That's the truth."

"Now you're lying to yourself. Drac we've been together for nearly four years and we've known each other much longer than that; I know you. This isn't how you act when Potter is bothering you, it's something else."

"I don't want to talk about it, go away." Draco answered turning back to the parchment on his desk.

"So I'm right then."

"I never said that."

"You said you didn't want to talk about it. That means there is an 'it,' to talk about and you were lying when you said it was because Potter was annoying you."

"There is no 'it', that comment was just impulse. Now go away!"

"Fine Draco, don't tell me; don't talk to me at all. If you're going to be so gods damn moody, I don't want to be with you at all."

"Look, Pansy I'm sorry." He said, his eye twitched. "I'm not ready to talk about it." Pansy turned around hand still on the door.

"Do you mean that?" She asked, softly; still keeping her hand on the door knob.

Of course I don't. You're the only person in the bloody school, who I will actually sleep with. "Yes." He answered trying to fill his eyes with sincerity.

Pansy rushed over a flung her arms around his neck. "I love you." She said and then she kissed him, pulling away quickly. "I'll let you finish." She rushed out the door before Malfoy could even speak.

What the hell was that. I love you? Damn, she better not love me. I sure as hell don't love her.

No you love someone else.

Oh really, who do you think I love?

Harry Potter.

Harry Potter? Are you insane? I don't love Potter that's disgusting, and I'm not gay.

Or you just haven't found the right guy.

What the hell do you know?

A lot more than you do. I'm your subconscious I know things and you just have to realize them. Now you need to realize you love Harry Potter.

And when did this happen, because the last time I checked Potter was my enemy?

When we read his report. He can save you; he will be there for you if you need him. And for that you love him.

Draco heard a loud slam and woke with a start. It was a dream? He thought. He looked around at the clock and saw it was seven. Crabbe and Goyle were still in the room, but Blaise was missing.

"What was that slam?" The sleepy blonde asked.

"Blaise leaving. He's bloody pissed about last night." Crabbe answered.

"What about?"

"You telling Pansy that you love her, of course."

"I did what? That is not true. Is Pansy telling people that?"

"Yea mate." Draco got up and got ready in record time. Not even bothering to do anything, but run his fingers through his hair.

- -

Draco didn't see Pansy until, their first class, potions. Draco was already there when she walked in. He caught her eye and motioned her over, but she ignored him and sat by her self, on the other side of the room.

A few minutes later Dean and Harry walked in. There were only two seats left, the one by Malfoy and one by Hermione. Dean sat down next to Hermione and winked at Harry, who was visibly pouting the whole way to his seat. He turned around a few times to give Dean a pleading look, but Dean only smiled and nodded.

"Potter." The blonde greeted as Harry sat down.

"Draco." Operation one, Deans voice sounded in Harrys' head, as he recalled that mornings' conversation. Use his first name. You can't have a relationship is there isn't even a friendship.

Draco gave him a confused look before saying, "My first name Potter, did I say you could call me by my first name?"

"I wasn't aware I needed your permission, Draco." Harry said coldly, only to, again, hear Deans' voice. Be civil, you won't win him over by being evil to him. "I mean, I just thought it appropriate, because . . er, we're supposed to be keeping each others secrets." Harry mentally banged his head against the desk. That was lame.

To Harrys' surprise, Draco looked as though he was considering what he said then nodded. "That makes sense. I guess I should call you Harry then."

Draco had plans of his own. He needed to be Harrys' friend if they weren't friends Harry wouldn't help him. And, though he would never admit it to anyone else, he needed the boys' help. He didn't want to be a death eater, he didn't want to go back to his father, and only Harry could get him out of it.

Then rest of the class went fairly well. Harry and Draco had civil conversation and they got full marks on the potion that they worked on together. When it was time to leave, they walked out together. "We should work together more often; it's the only way I'll pass that class." Harry said as the walked to DADA.

"And what would I get out of it?" Draco answered.

"My company of course, what more do you need." He said sarcastically.

"Actually, I'm not doing that well in DADA. If you help me in that class then I will work with you in Potions. Deal?"

Harry nodded. "Deal."

"We'll talk about specifics during today's detention. And if anyone asks we're doing this as part of our punishment." Harry nodded and again they sat together.

The reason this deal worked so well was because of the new defense against the dark arts teacher. She, like Snape, had them do a lot of partner work. And now with the war going on the lessons were mostly like those of Lupins'. Except now they were learning a lot more defensive spells.

As they got out their wands and prepared to do the new defense spell, they had just learned a thought crossed Harrys' mind. "How is it you are doing so badly in this class, it's really easy as long as you pay attention."

"That's the problem I never paid attention. I always thought that I would be the one being attacked by these spells not using them. But now with my father away, I might not have to become a death eater."

"You mean you don't want to? I always thought you did."

"Well I did at one point in time." Draco said as Harry did the spell. "But for awhile I've thought the whole thing was rather stupid. I don't feel like worshiping some old fool who can't get over himself. Not to mention killing muggles and mudbloods all sounds like a waste of time if you ask me."

"Of course, your reason is totally selfish." Harry laughed.

"It's not selfish. Well maybe a little."

When DADA ended the two went their separate ways with their different friends.

"What the bloody hell was that about?" Ron asked once Harry caught up to him and Hermione.

"What was what ab . . . oh Malfoy. It's part of our punishment. We're supposed to spend class time together. He has to help me in Potions and I am supposed to help him in Defense."

"Sucks to be you, mate."

"Yea." He answered half-heartily.

They made their way to the Great Hall and sat down next to Dean, Seamus, Neville, and Ginny. Dean ate hurriedly, and as soon as he was finished he shot up and dragged Harry out into the entrance hall.

"So what happened?" Dean asked as soon as they had stopped.

"Well I used his first name and he said 'did I say you could call me by my first name?'. Then I came up with some lame excuse having to do with the reports. He actually agreed with me and it went on from there. From now on we'll be working together in Potions and Defense, and I'll be helping him catch up on everything that he missed in Defense this year."

"Wow! What did I tell you? Now that you have established a friendship you can start to work on more. Let's skip Transfigurations and start working on your new look. Your detention is early today right?"

"Yes."

"K, well we'd better get started then."

- -

"Drac?" Pansy said cautiously, as she cracked open the door. A few nights ago she had left her favorite hair tie in his room. Even though they were fighting, she would still get it. She just hoped not to run into him in the process.

When nobody answered her, she opened the door completely. Magically she lit the candle right next to the door and nearly jumped when she turned around and saw, "Draco!" He was sitting on his bed leaning backward on one hand; legs crossed over the edge of the bed. She looked up to his other hand, in which something was spinning around his finger.

"Looking for this." He asked coolly. All Pansy could do was nod. She knew he'd be mad once he found out, but she wanted to be the one that melted the ice that was his heart. "I thought so" and with that. He threw the hair tie into the very small fire.

Pansy's eyes grew wide. "What the hell did you do that for?" She yelled, suddenly not so worried about how angry her boyfriend was. "That was my favorite!"

"I know." The blonde answered with a tone of indifference. "I don't care." With that he turned around, to lay on his stomach and started doing his homework.

"I'm sorry, is that what you wanted to hear."

" No, because 'I'm sorry' won't take back what you said! Why the hell did you tell people I said that!" He was now standing.

"I didn't tell them that they assumed."

"And you didn't correct them obviously. You had to lead them to believe that, so what did you say?"

"I said that I told you . . . well what I told you, and then we kissed. And then Millicent yelled 'Oh my gods Pansy, Draco loves you.' The whole common room heard and you know how they are with gossip; there was no stopping it. Are you still mad?"

"Yes, but not as mad as before."

"Are we still together?"

"Only if you correct every person that thinks that I have fallen in love." Malfoy rolled his eyes as he said this. As if I would fall in love.

"Well, since we have worked everything out and you don't appear to be busy, care to have a shag."

"Wish I could, we haven't in a while, but I have a detention with Potter."

"You don't have to go do you. I mean what is McGonagall going to do?"

"Probably give me detention with Potter for another two weeks. Only this time I'll be the one being punished, not him. I'll probably have to clean his room or shine his shoes or something as degrading."

"Well how about when you get back? Your detention is starting early so it should end early, right?"

"The detention ends at seven, but I have to study with Potter afterwards. Not to mention, spend every Potions and Defense class with him. Bloody prat. I have to go; I'm going to be late." With that Malfoy walked out of the room, not even bothering to say good-bye.

When he got to McGonagalls' office, he found that Harry was not yet there. And to his surprise neither was the professor. He sat down in his usual seat and waited.

If they do not get here within the next two minutes, I'm leaving. It's bad enough that I have to spend all my time with Potter now he's going to make me wait . He is . . . Before the Slytherin could finish his thought Harry walked through the door and all possibilities of a thought not involving Harry was gone. All Draco could do was stare. A wide eyed, open mouthed, drooling, type of stare.

Harry stood in the doorway, smirking. Not only was he hot, but he knew it. He stayed in the door. Dean had decided that the hottest looking position he could get, at the time, was there.

The raven-haired boy was leaning against the frame of the door. He had on a green shirt with the sleeves ripped off, exposing all the muscles in his arms, which were crossed to emphasis the afore-mentioned muscle. The shirt was so tight, that it also gave Draco a good idea of how muscular his stomach was as well.

Draco's eyes finally made it past Harrys', spectacular, upper body. He saw that the Gyffindor was wearing, a pair of gold tinted jeans that fit perfectly. Malfoy found himself feeling disappointed that the pants weren't as tight as the shirt.

Finally Harry moved away from the wall, ruffling his hair as he did so. He walked right past the blonde and bent down to pick up his bag, which he had placed there earlier, giving Draco the perfect view of his arse.

"You can close your mouth now." Harry said with a smile. The smile was condescending, and, according to Dean, extraordinarily sexy. Apparently Malfoy thought so too, because instead of closing his mouth it only became wider. Harry maintained his smile and said, "I know I'm hot, but seriously you're catching flies."

This brought Draco back to his senses. "Whoever said you were hot?"

"The whole Gryffindor common room, not to mention every person I came across on the way here. Which would include Pansy, who offered to snog after my detention. And as much as you may deny it, you think so too."

"And what would give you that idea, Potter?"

"I stood in that doorway for exactly two minutes and you were staring the whole time. Also I noticed you didn't look away when I got my bag. I don't think you even heard me when I told you to close your mouth the first time."

"You told me twice? I mean . . . Damn you, Potter." Draco said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So you admit it then, you think I'm hot."

"You don't need me to admit it, you already know. In fact your being down right cocky about it."

Harry sat down in his seat, beside Draco and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Do I not have reason to be?" The blonde tense when he felt the other boys breath against his ear. When he looked like that, this was too close. Or just close enough, but it was too close when he couldn't touch.

Harry pulled away and settled into his seat. Just then McGonagall walked in. "Boys, I am going to have to cancel the detention today; there has been a problem with certain ghost. Tomorrow will still be your last detention since you did not fight while I was away. I will see you both tomorrow at seven, bring nothing."

Harry was the first to get up. Draco decided to stay seated; he didn't want Harry to see exactly how hot he thought Harry was. "See ya, Drac." Harry said with a wink. He didn't need to look back to know that the blonde was watching him walk away. More specifically looking at the lower region.

- -

That night Malfoy could not sleep; he was too busy trying to sort out his thoughts. At least he was trying, but every time he tried to think about what him thinking Potter was hot meant, he'd picture him standing in the doorway with his extremely hot outfit. Worse than that the raven-haired boy would usually end up without that the afore mention outfit.

I am not gay. Draco thought to himself. Anyone would react if they saw Potter like that. It's natural, an overall hotness; it doesn't matter what sex; hot is hot . . . right? Okay lets just pretend I am actually gay; it's not like I would date Potter. And he wouldn't want to either.

He winked at you. He wants you. The voice in his head said.

He was teasing, and it's not like Potter's gay. He the bloody Boy-Who-Lived; he's not allowed to be gay.

Which would be why he's keeping it a secret.

He still doesn't want me.

If he doesn't want you, then why did he go to your detention like that. He knew you'd be there. He wanted you to see.

No he di. . . Wait why does it matter; I'm not a bloody pouf.

Yes you are.

No, I'm not.

Yes you are.

No . . . Hell, I am not arguing with myself. I'll find out that truth charm that McGonagall put on the parchment for our reports. Except I'll be able to read my own. Then I will know.

With that thought he closed his eyes and went to sleep, only to dream of Harry.

- -

The next morning Harry and Dean walked to breakfast together. They told their friends they had to talk to Snape so they could be alone, to talk about what happened the pervious night.

"I told you, you were hot." Dean said, after Harry had finished explaining Draco's reaction. "You ended up keeping your glasses on didn't you?" Harry nodded. Last night they had a small row about Harry glasses. Harry thought for sure he should take them off, but Dean said that they set off his face just, and he wouldn't look as good without them.

"I just hope he has the same reaction this morning." Harry said, as the walked down the stairs.

Dean had dressed up Harry again this morning. They had to somewhat stick to the uniform, but Dean was a miracle worker. Harry had on a white dress shirt, the sleeves were long, but they had been rolled up, to his elbow. It showed off his forearms' muscles. The shirt was actually Deans, considering he was smaller than Harry, the shirt was rather tight, it was so white it was nearly see through, which was good because he wanted Draco to see just how built he was. The top three buttons of his shirt were not buttoned, and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck. The shirt wasn't tucked into his pair of black slacks, which fit just right. They, according to Dean, 'complimented' his arse. His hair was as messy as ever and, of course, his glasses were on.

As they approached the Great Hall, Dean handed Harry his school cloak, which Harry threw over his left shoulder, holding it with his left hand. Harry hung back and let Dean go in first, they came to the conclusion that if they walked in together, it could be assumed that they had just snogged. It wouldn't be good.

Dean walked trough the door, then a group of quiet Hufflepuff first years, and then a couple of Ravenclaws. Harry decided it was probably safe. He made sure his cloak was just right and then his shirt. Once he was fully satisfied, he walked to the door. He made sure someone would go in before him to open the door, so he could put his right hand in his pocket.

When he walked into the Great Hall he immediately looked at Draco. He was looking down, munching on a piece of toast. The blonde looked as though he was going to look up, so Harry gave his smirk, just in time. Harry met Dracos' wide eyes and his smirk grew. Draco appeared to be choking on pumpkin juice he just drank, which satisfied Harry. He turned around and started walking toward the Gryffindor table, not taking his eyes off of Draco, who appeared to disagreed with something Pansy had just said. When he got to his table he sat down next to Dean.

Dean looked as though he was trying not to laugh. "So was I great or was I great."

"What are you talking about? I was great, all you did was wear the outfit. Which was great, did you see him choke on his pumpkin juice. If he reacts this way every time, we should do this every day."

"Sure." Harry said. He hadn't really listened to Dean. He was to busy watching Malfoy watch him.

- -

Draco was glad to finally be in his last lesson, Transfigurations. He couldn't wait to get away from Blaise and Pansy. The two had been arguing all day. Pansy caught Blaise trying to seduce Draco, and Blaise was tired of hiding it. Blaise had been making passes at Draco all day. The blonde was too busy with his thoughts to tell yell at Blaise, causing Blaise to believe that his come ons were wanted. Pansy argued that he was just worried because of their fight and since Malfoy didn't argue with that she thought she was right. Thus causing her to be more loving then ever, which annoyed the blonde greatly.

Another argument had started, but Draco didn't hear a word they were saying he was thinking, again.

I am not gay. I am not gay. I am not gay. Well maybe a little, but only because Potter looked really hot. NO! Damn it, Potter did not look hot; I was thinking of Pansy in those clothes. Damn it, I think Potter's hot. That's not supposed to happen. And what's with that bloody smirk. And those pants, with that ass . . . I am not gay

Much

Shut up. I am not going to argue with myself now.

You already are.

Damn it, why the hell do I have to be such a bloody smart arse.

Makes up for the fact that you're not smart.

I am too smart.

No. See if you were smart, you'd be with Harry right now. If you were smart, you'd just accept the fact that you're gay and go tell him you like him.

I am not gay, I'm not. I must prove that I'm not, lets see, Blaise. I never notice before but his arms are really muscular and his eyes are beautiful. No, no, Pansy, yes look at Pansy . . . damn, I'm gay.

And . . .

I like Potter.

Draco was pulled out of his thoughts by Pansy and Blaise telling him it was time to go.

"Go away Pansy; I will walk him out he doesn't want you."

"Like he wants you. If you haven't noticed he's straight and with me, so you can get your bloody paws off." Pansy yanked Draco out of his seat and pulled him into her arms. Draco didn't like this, but he didn't feel like being jumped by Blaise. "You're not allowed to talk to him."

"I can if I want and you can't tell him what to do."

"You can't talk to him and he's mine so he will do whatever I say." Draco remembered hearing that before. The memory flooded over him.

MEMORY

"He is mine, so he will do whatever I say." Lucius was yelling at Narcissa. "Did you hear that boy, you belong to me and you will do whatever I say, and you will not ask questions? Now lay down on the floor."

"Why?" A five year-old Draco asked. His fathers' hand smack him across the face, with such force that it sent him crashing into the stone wall.

"Because I said so. You do what I tell you, when I tell you. Is that understood?" Lucius was yelling at the top of his lungs. The sobbing Draco nodded in reply.

"Say, 'yes sir' you ignorant prat."

"Yes sir" Draco squeaked.

"Stand up." Draco did, swaying a little. "Stop crying, what do you think you are, a girl? You are a bloody Malfoy, we don't cry. You're a bloody disgrace, get over here."Draco walked over timidly, unable to stop crying. Again Lucius hit him; this time, in the stomach. "I said, stop." This only caused the boy to cry harder, and resulted in another punch in the stomach.

"Lucius, please stop." This from his mother.

"You do not tell me what to do. Crucio!" Narcissas' body twisted and turned in impossible ways, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Mother." Draco gasped. He was no longer crying, the shock of what he had just seen made him forget his pain. His father stopped and turned on him.

"Do not help her." He ordered.

"But . . ." The blonde started, he was stopped when a fist caught him in the face.

" I said, don't." And with that he walked out of the room

When Draco no longer heard his foot steps, he ran over to his mother. As soon as he reached her, the door opened again. His father didn't even bother to walk through the door. He said crucio and held it long enough to make the young boy scream, then said "Supper will be ready in ten minutes, you are to both be showered and you better be there on time."

BACK TO THE PRESENT.

Dracos' eyes were wide and his breathing faster then normal. For the first time since that day he was going to cry; he needed to get out. "I don't belong to you, I don't belong to anyone. We're through Parkinson and don't even consider it Zabini, you don't stand a chance." With that he darted out the door. He still hadn't cried and he didn't want to, but if he did it wouldn't be in front of anyone.

He found a dark corridor that nobody went into. He had started a rumor that it was haunted, so, nobody would go through there. He ran at full speed do the corridor, his vision blurred with unshed tears. I can't cry. Draco buried his face in his hands, still running, when he hit someone. Sending them both backwards, crashing to the floor.

The blonde looked up and met green eyes. Draco knew they belong to Harry, he was the only one who had with eyes that were such a vivid green and always full of joy. But now they weren't full of joy, they held sorrow, fright, and worry. Draco kept staring into his eyes, he didn't even realize Harry was talking to him, and didn't notice that he was moving closer. All he saw was the look; it said Harry was worried about him, afraid for him; Harry cared about him. The blonde flung his arms around the kneeling boys' neck, he felt arms wrap around him, rubbing up and down his back in a calming gesture. He heard a faint whisper saying, 'It's okay, I'm here.'. A tear rolled down his cheek.

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