A/N: Okay, first of all, YES, Draco is gay. I haven't figured out how long he's gay…but he is. This story takes place at the beginning of sixth year. Any other things I need to mention?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters created by J.K. Rowling. End of story. Don't ask again! (Grrr)

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ANSWERS – Thanks for my very first review! It made me all happy! Okay, to answer your questions, Draco is very sexy! He's a bit less muscular than Harry, pale, and his blonde hair isn't slicked back, but falls into gorgeous tendrils. It drops just below his ears, so it's shorter than Harry's. He's got those fabulous gray eyes that make your knees shake just looking at him, and he has that veela charm. Very stunning. He isn't a virgin…hence the title "War of the Sex Gods"…and neither is Harry. Harry got some experience over the summer. More on that later. Draco is not a whore, but by no means is he a virgin. Once again, more on that later. wink Thanks again for the review!

CHAPTER 3: STRUCK DUMB

Draco stared at the plate in front of him. His stomach was growling, but he didn't pick up his fork. His mind was racing too much for him to think about food. Blaise looked at him.

"Hey. You okay?" Draco started, and then nodded his head.

"Of course. I'm fine." Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"You sure?"

"Yes!" Draco snapped, turning his head to glare at the boy.

"Alright, alright. You're fine, I get it." Blaise turned back to his food. Draco sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing between his eyes with finger and thumb.

"Oh, look." Mumbled Goyle, sitting on the left of Draco. "It's Potty!" Draco raised his head. There. Harry Potter had just walked into the Great Hall.

'Gods, he's gorgeous.' He thought. 'I think I would be attracted to that boy even if I was straight!'

Harry was wearing his school robes, but with a black shirt underneath, and black pants. Draco's eyes lowered to the ground, and saw that Harry was sporting black gothic boots. His midnight black hair seemed damp, as if the boy had taken a shower that morning. Draco got hard at the thought. He looked back up to the face of The-Boy-Who-Lived, only to be greeted with ivy-eyes and a smirk.

Draco glanced away quickly, blushing from being caught adoring Potter. The boy in question had now walked to the Gryffindor table and was seated next to Weasley. His back was to the Slytherin table, and Draco glared at his back. Harry turned his head, threw another smirk at Draco, and twisted back to the table. That was it. Draco stood up quickly, and angrily walked to the Gryffindor table. All eyes were on him, except those of Harry Potter, as the blonde drew toward him. He stopped right behind him, glaring down at the raven-haired boy, who it seemed was ignoring him.

"Potter!" he yelled. Harry slowly turned his head around and looked up. He smiled as one would to an old friend.

"Draco!" he said, his voice warm and friendly.

"Don't 'Draco' me!" the Slytherin snapped at him, then quickly glared around at all the eyes watching them.

"Fuck off!" he shouted, and all started conversing with each other as if nothing was happening. Draco turned his eyes back to Harry.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Potter?" he spat.

"Why, Draco," Harry said. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Like hell you don't!"

"Bug off, Malfoy!" Snapped Ron, who was sitting next to Harry. Draco turned on him.

"Fuck you! I'm not wasting my time with you."

"But you'll waste it on me, eh, Malfoy?" Questioned Harry, his voice calm. Draco looked down at him again. The Gryffindor stared up at him with soft eye the color of kelp. Draco felt as if his legs were going to give out under him. Harry seemed to know exactly how to break his defenses. Well, Draco refused to let him win.

"Not anymore." he smirked. "I'm sure you're far to busy crying over your Mudblood mother, Potter." Harry's eyes became cold in an instant.

"Don't talk about my mother, Malfoy."

"Why? I didn't think you minded. But then again, maybe hearing what a slut she was is too much for your fragile ears." Draco lowered his head until his mouth is next to Harry's ear. He whispered into it so that no one but Harry could hear him.

"The truth hurts, doesn't it, Harry?" He heard the boy take a quick intake of breath, before whispering back.

"Nothing you can do or say can hurt me anymore, Malfoy. Whatever you're planning, I can get the better of you."

"Oh, really?" Draco asked. "Prove it."

Draco could almost sense Harry smile at that before he retorted. "Fine, I will."

Draco stepped back so he could look at Harry's face. A smug, satisfactory look was on it. That was when the unthinkable happened. Harry's face suddenly changed to one of surprise and disgust.

"WHAT IN BLOODY HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT, MALFOY?" the Gryffindor shouted. Everyone in the Great Hall turned toward the voice. Draco's mouth dropped.

"SORRY, MALFOY, BUT UNLIKE YOU, I'M NOT A GAY FAG!" Whispers flew up all around them, and Draco glanced around before fixing his gray eyes on Harry.

"What are you doing?" he hissed at him.

"Proving it." Harry smirked at him. "I WILL NOT FUCK YOU, NOR WILL I LET YOU FUCK ME! GET OVER IT! THE ANSWER IS NO!"

And with that, Harry stood, picked up his bag, and walked out of the Great Hall, leaving Draco standing in the middle of it, looking very much like a snake struck dumb.

A/N: This scene isn't over yet! Just you wait! It's Draco's turn to strike, and strike he will! And if you review my story I will answer any of your questions, or if you don't ask a question, I'll just thank you for your review! So please review! PLEASE!