A/N: Chapter 11. I kinda don't like my story anymore. I messed up the characters, so I'm going to try to get back on that track.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy…but Alex is tied up in my basement.

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feltonxmalfoy

Sorry I missed your review for chapter 9. It came up after I posted chapter 10. LOL. Thanks for reviewing.

Rei Magami

I do have the last lines of my story already written, so I'm really just filling in…LOL. I'm not going to tell you what note they let off on…and I'm not sure how many chapters I will have before this is through. Enjoy the update!

Padfootlover719

I'll see if I'll get another public love thingy. If I don't…please don't hurt me!

potterluvva

Bit by bit you will all learn what happened between Alex and Harry.

Lady Slone

I know! I made Harry a bitch last chapter!

From The Dark I will Rise

…0.o…sure. Umm…the reason Harry is acting like that is because he thought about how much Draco looked like Alex.

Mark Train

Who loves kitty? LOL! And my name is spelled T-O-R-I! I love you anyway!

Young Wind

Did he go down or not? It seems to me that in this chapter…it's Draco who goes down! LOL! Enjoy the update!

Gryffindor16

You really get this story, don't you! But I'm sure by now that everyone has realized it already. LOL. Enjoy this chapter!

Answers

Harry is a bit confused right now. He doesn't know what he feels, and he's scared that he only likes Draco because of Alex.

iluvdanrad

I know…I'm brilliant!

CHAPTER 11: SAY SOMETHING

Harry rolled his eyes and pushed past Draco. It had been almost an entire week since the occurrences between the two in the Gryffindor Common Room. Neither had talked other than snide remarks to each other. No one else thought too much about it because to them, the boys were acting normally towards the other.

Looks of disdain were the only thing Draco got from Harry that held any emotion what so ever. Every time he saw The-Boy-Who-Lived-But-Needed-To-Die, he was filled with anger and a hurt that he had never felt before. For once in his life, he had trusted someone. He had believed that maybe he could escape his dark fate.

The most recent run in he had had with Potter had left him cursing the boy behind his back, only to have Flitwick catch him and give him a detention for the following night. Draco nodded his head, turned in the opposite direction that Harry had walked in, and disappeared around the corner.

Draco leaned against the wall, the cold stones seemingly seeping past his robes to cool his heated skin. He was about to leave, when Harry turned the corner farther down the hall. Their eyes locked, but the Gryffindor looked away and walked down the hall. Just as he crossed in front of Draco, the Slytherin pushed him into the wall.

Harry winced. "Get off me, Malfoy."

"No!" Draco yelled, though his voice was a whisper. "Not until I get an answer."

Harry looked away from him, cheek pressed against the stones behind him. Draco scanned his face, searching for some telltale sign of what the Golden Boy was feeling.

"You've been cruel, Potter." Draco began. "I…I trusted you. And you just threw me to the side! I actually thought that you…that I…I cared about you."

Harry just blinked in response, still averting his eyes from Draco's gray view.

"Harry!" Draco pleaded. When Harry ignored him still, Draco leaned forward and softened his lips against his peer. It was a desperate kiss. Pure emotion. Draco's hands clung to Harry's robes. After a few seconds, he backed away. Harry still stood like a sentiment-less creature, leaning back against the wall.

"Harry." Draco whispered again. No response. Draco began to get angry. Here he was, telling the truth to the person who had hurt him the most, still trying to reconstruct what Potter had shattered, and he wasn't even looking at him.

Draco's right hand clenched into a fist.

"Say something!" he pleaded. "For the love of gods, say something!"

Draco began to shake with rage. Harry just closed his eyes and took a breath. The blonde snapped. His arm swung up and clenched hand landed on Harry's left eye. The contact jolted Harry's head back, which smashed against the stones behind him. His head throbbed, and he slid to the floor, legs open and bent up at the knees. He groaned.

Draco kneeled down next to him.

"Harry!" he said. "Are you alright?"

"You just socked me, Malfoy. What the fuck do you think?"

Draco felt regretful. He shouldn't have punched the boy. He was just so livid. And yet even now, he refused to look at Malfoy.

"Tell me."

"Tell you what?" Harry asked, once again closing his eyes. He felt the back of his head for blood. Finding nothing, he settled on leaning back against the threatening mineral. However, they flew back open at the feeling of his pants being undone. He glared at Malfoy, whose hands had just unbuttoned Harry's trousers.

"What are you doing?" he hissed.

"At least you're looking at me know." Draco said.

Harry started, and then looked away, a scowl on his features.

"That face doesn't suit you, Harry." The Slytherin noted. The face did not change, however, so he continued with his work on Harry's pants. He unzipped the fly, and then pulled down the blue-plaid boxers. Harry sucked in a breath as his cock, momentarily limp, was bitten by the cool air. Draco rounded his hand on it and began to pump it. He leaned forward so that their chests were touching and his head rested on Harry's shoulder. He could hear the gasping breathes that the raven-haired teen took as his manhood was jacked off.

Draco kissed and nibbled on the soft neck in front of him. This action filled harry with a burning sensation. He moaned deeply and leaned his head toward the blonde. Draco smiled evilly. He had him.

The Slytherin paced his movements faster. He continued at this until he felt the dick in his hands tremble slightly, and then his hand was slick with cum. Harry was breathing deeply, hands holding tight to his loose robes. Draco kissed his cheek, his eyes, his lips.

"Harry." Draco cooed softly. "Say something."

"Get off me."

Draco felt that pain again. How could this be happening? It was obvious that Harry felt something for him, so why was the boy denying it?

"No." he threatened. "Not until you admit that you have feelings for me."

Harry fixed his pants, pulling them back up and fastening them. Draco didn't move off of him, though.

"What do you want me to say?" Harry questioned. "Do you want me to admit my undying love for you?"

"No! This isn't a joke, Harry."

"And this isn't about love, Malfoy. It's about war…and I will not lose."

"So this is just some kind of sick competition to you?"

Harry glanced at Draco. "That's all it is."

Draco stood up. He was fuming again. After all that had happened…after he had…after…how could he?

"Then why did you even start this?"

Harry looked as though he was thinking. A small smile lingered on his lips, and his eyes looked as though they were watching something far away. Something nice.

"You reminded me of someone I lost to."

"So you're using me?"

"Yes."

"Well, whoever hurt you, I'm not her."

Harry flinched visibly. "I know you aren't."

"Then why the fuck are you doing this?"

Harry inclined his head back, staring at Draco. His brow was furrowed in thought. "I don't know. I just thought that if I was better than you, in a way, I would be better than him, and then I would be able to forget the pain."

Draco sat down next to the Gryffindor. "The pain?"

"Draco, I know what it's like to trust someone. I know what it's like to be betrayed. I understand exactly what I'm doing to you, but in every war there's a winner and a loser, and the loser always feels pain. So, I'm sorry."

"I won't be in pain."

"You might."

"No, I won't." He stood back up, glaring down at Potter. His hands were on his hips, his stance and face defiant and straight. "I won't because I will not lose to you. I will not lose to Harry Potter."

The green eyes that stared up at him filled Draco's mind, but his thoughts were sure. "If anyone loses it will be you."

With that, the Slytherin left Harry sitting on the floor. Through his mind flashed different thoughts. Blonde hair…light eyes…soft touches…moans through the silence…

'Will this war never end?' he thought.

A/N: Hehehe. That's all. I'm really hating this fanfic now. Do you all think that I should just give up and start over again?