Okay, well I have to apologise for this chapter taking so long, I was busy with work during Xmas, they I had to get over Xmas, now I have another job. But here it is, finally. Better late than never.

Chapter Eight

That night at dinner Hermione sat in between Ron and Harry, trying to create polite conversation with both of them. She soon stopped when she realised that she wasn't going to get a real answer out of either of them. Neither of the boys would acknowledged the others presence, let alone talk to them.

In the dorm that night Harry noticed the other boys whispering as they took side long glances at Ron and Harry. They could tell there was something wrong. Harry and Ron didn't have their usual discussion before bed about the days events and what homework they hadn't done. They also went to bed with out their usual 'good night', which was very peculiar.

The next morning Harry made sure that he was up early even thought it was Sunday and he didn't really feel like getting up. He didn't think he would be able to stand the whispers or Ron's attempts to ignore Harry. He was one of the first to arrive for breakfast; there were some older students there hoping to get an early start on their studies. As Harry was finishing his food he noticed Draco enter the hall and sit at the Slytherin table, alone. Harry got up from the table and made his way out of the hall, as he passed Draco he stopped and bent to whisper in his ear.

'Meet me by the Quidditch pitch in forty five minutes.' He gently kissed Draco's neck before making his way to the grounds.

Harry spent the next fourty minutes wandering around the grounds. Then other students began to slowly make their way out to the ground to study or socialise in the sunshine. Harry began to make his way towards the Quidditch pitch. He got to the gate at the same time as Draco. Both boys smiled at each other and made their way to a nearby tree and sat down.

'Enjoy your breakfast?' Harry enquired.

'Mmm, this sexy boy made a pass at me and told me to meet him at the Quidditch pitch after breakfast.' Draco answered with a cheeky grin on his face.

'Oh well, it looks like he didn't turn up, I guess you'll just have to do with me.'

'You are such a prat Harry!' Draco said as they both started to laugh. Eventually when they stopped laughing and Harry moved closer to Draco.

'Draco, why are you in Slytherin? I mean went I first met you I thought you fitted in perfectly, but now I'm not so sure.'

'I don't know, I mean I'm not always this nice, as you know. A lot of the way I act towards people isn't a performance, but some is. I hate everyone in Slytherin, I only keep Crabbe and Goyle so I don't look like a complete loser. Heaps of the people are, well, evil.'

'Well you're not exactly sweet and innocent. The sorting hat nearly put me in Slytherin you know, but I told it I didn't want to be.' Harry realised that Draco was the second person he had actually told this to.

'I wish you were.' Draco said, sounding quite upset.

'Well I guess it but me in Gryffindor because I'm just to sweet and innocent to be in Slytherin.

'Bull shit! And I'm the Queen of England!' Draco burst out.

'Oh, you're much better looking in real life your majesty, but I'm gay and your a woman so it would never work. Sorry.' Draco suddenly shoved Harry in the chest, pushing him onto his back on the grass. Draco climbed over so he was kneeling above Harry. Harry grabbed the front of Draco's robes and pulled him down into a kiss.

Draco was sliding his hand inside Harry's robes oblivious to the fact that they were in the middle of the school grounds when he was hit in the side and fell of Harry, for a moment he thought they must mave been by the whomping willow, then he saw Ron. Harry was suddenly on his feet facing Ron.

'What the fuck do you think you are doing!' Harry yelled, his hands balled into fists with rage.

'You're sick Harry, you fucking disgust me-

'Well don't watch! Fuck off and leave me alone if you're so disgusted.'

'I can go wherever I want, just you make me leave!'

Harry wished he was in a different house, any, as long as he didn't have to share a room with Ron. He could no longer stand the look of hatred on Ron's face. Harry didn't know where it came from, he swung out and punched Ron in the nose. Blood started to pour out and down the front of Ron's robes.

'That's it, I'm telling someone what you did.' Ron yelled, pinching his nose.

'I wouldn't if I were you, then you'll have to tell them why I hit you.'

'Fuck you Harry! I hope you die!' With these words Ron had dealt Harry a blow harder than any physical one he could inflict. Harry didn't know how to reply to this, he just stood there staring at Ron's retreating back his heart feeling like it had just been ripped out and jumped on.

'I guess your not so sweet and innocent now Harry.' Draco said putting his arm around his waist.

Okay, well I thought I would ask what you guys would like to see happen next. Pick from one of these options and tell me in your review.

A) Someone dies (pick out of, Harry, Ron or Draco)

B) Ron gets over it, Harry and Draco stay together and they all become friends.

C) Harry and Draco break up and Ron and Harry become friends again.

OR

D)Ron never talks to Harry again and Harry stays with Draco.