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Beads and Lace

By: The Deviant

Chapter 6

Two days, Saturday and Sunday, passed without much excitement, but Monday, however, was abuzz with the latest on what happened at the party. Much to both Harry and Draco's chagrin, the man who had the blonde pinned in a corner was one of the hot topics. All day, Draco had to politely deny that there was nothing going between him and the drunk and that it was all just a big misunderstanding (the young man's response was that he thought Draco was a woman.) In fact, the only thing that seemed to be bigger news was the rocky break-up of Harry and Ginny.

Harry sat in his usual seat in Bio, feet away from the blonde. It was obvious that what happened that night hit Draco harder than anyone except Pansy really knew. Instead of his fashionable women's clothing, the blonde wore a simple grey sweatshirt ad baggy, worn jeans and his hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. His eyes had faint circles underneath, like he hadn't slept since the last time Harry saw him, and his face was a bit more pale than usual.

"Potter, if I have to tell you one more time this year to get with your damn partner." Snape scolded through gritted teeth (Don't act like you've never had the teacher that cussed at you.) Harry sighed and rose to move next to the pitiful blonde, who wouldn't even turn to face him.

"Draco?" Harry whispered warily. At first the blonde didn't answer so he tried again. "Draco…" he urged. Sighing heavily, Draco turned around, his silver eyes flashing dangerously.

"What?" he snapped quietly. He obviously wasn't in the mood. Harry sighed. It was now or never.

"Listen, I wanted to talk about Friday-"

"Oh, you mean when you got on my case after I was practically raped? Or maybe when you had the cheek to call me a tramp to my face." That was the last thing they needed to think about.

"Draco, listen. I overreacted. I admit it. If you'll just hear me out-"

"If I come over there and you two are babbling about something unrelated to Biology-"

"Alright! Jeeze." Harry snapped before returning to the notes he was supposed to be taking. It was a full ten minutes before a piece of paper slid over to him. In Draco's delicate handwriting was:

We'll talk about it later.

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"He wanted to talk about it? Why?" Pansy asked, an eyebrow arched. Draco simply shrugged as he sifted through the numbers on his cell phone. It broke Pansy's, as well as their other friends' hearts to see him this way. In fact, they couldn't even remember a time she had seen him like this.

"I just told him we'll talk about it later." Sighing miserably, he tossed the phone back into his backpack. "I don't know what to do, Pans. I mean, a week ago, I didn't even look at him this way. He was just another guy with the bitchy girlfriend. Now, it's like I can't even get him out of my head." the blonde put his head down on the table top. "You have no idea how much it hurt.. He couldn't even look me in the face when he said. He wouldn't even let me explain." His friends all looked at him with sympathetic eyes. Blaise, who was like a big brother figure to the blonde, ran his fingers through his hair soothingly.

"Draco, don't hold too much against him. He went through a lot that night." he replied. Draco looked up at him.

"What do you mean."

"Well, remember how you wanted me to seduce Ginny? Well, I did and he caught us. There was a long argument and then he stormed out. I don't know where he went, but my guess would be that he saw whatever happened between you and that dude right after the whole thing with me and Ginny, and he was just upset. That's all." Draco listened with interest before a sad smile graced his pale face.

"So then, it wasn't just piss poor luck. I got what I deserved, yeah?" he murmured. Pansy, Blaise, even Crabbe and Goyle, who were completely oblivious anything was going on up until today (they had absolutely no place in this story, so yeah…) looked on, even more upset than they were before.

"Draco! My poor baby!" Pansy wailed as she threw her arms around the melancholy blonde and embraced him in a tight hug, tears streaming down her face. "Don't worry, love. We'll fix this and then it'll be like nothing ever happened, ok? You just wait!" she cried out dramatically. Draco just nodded as a few tears fell.

"By the way Blaise. What happened, exactly, between you and the Weaslette?" Pansy asked, sniffling.

"I fucked her and dumped her. Told her some BS like, too much drama or something. I don't know. Whatever it was, she took it hard."

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At about 3:30, Harry found himself at Malfoy Manor once again. However he wasn't sure why. He didn't even know if Draco even wanted to talk about it. Harry lifted his hand and knock four times, waiting for Sirius, the rumpled-looking butler to answer the door. The large wooden door eased open, but instead of seeing Sirius, like he had planned, he was faced with a surprised looking Draco, dressed in nothing but a plain white tank and a short, tight jean skirt. His pale face was flushed and his eyes were a bit red and puffy, as though he'd been crying.

'Please, God, don't let him be crying because of me.' Harry pleaded silently as his vision blurred slightly.

"Harry?" came the meek response from the small blonde. His voice was slightly raspy, and he cleared his throat before stepping aside. "Come on in."

"T-thanks." Harry replied and stepped inside, following the blonde up to the bedroom they had spent so much time in. As Draco closed the door, Harry sat down on the soft mattress, his green eyes peering up at the blonde.

"So, what was it you wanted?" Draco asked, moving to the bed and sitting on top of the mass of pillows at it's head. Harry could only stare. It reminded him of the first time he was here, the way the sun shone on Draco from the window, giving him a sort of divine glow. Those silver eyes held little emotion other than sadness. "Well?" the gorgeous face tilted to the side.

"Right…listen, about the other day…I over-reacted. It's just that, I went to Ginny's and-"

"Blaise told me about it." Harry nodded. "He didn't really like her. He was just doing what I asked him to…" Draco bit his lip, waiting for the explosion that was about to come. The was a long silence.

"What?" Harry asked, bewildered. Tears began to fall from those silver orbs as Draco sighed ready to tell him about the whole scheme.

"I told him to seduce Ginny, and to make sure you found out. I knew losing you would hurt her the most, and you wouldn't leave her without good reason. T-that's why I kissed you and-and…"

"Used me?" Harry murmured, his eyes downcast.

"Harry, it wasn't like that." the blonde sobbed. The taller young man shot up, his eyes flashing.

"That's the thing, Draco, it is like that. You used me because you can't handle a little comment that slag made a week ago!" the blonde rose to his feet, irritated.

"You have no idea what that bitch has done to me!"

"You're right, I don't! Why don't you enlighten me." Harry snapped. Draco just sighed and plopped back down on the pillows. Swallowing deeply, he sighed.

"A long time ago, probably when we were, like, seven or something, me and Ginny were best friends. Hell, she was the one who gave me my first skirt. We would do everything together." A tear slid down his delicate cheek. "She was the girl I always wanted to be, the sister I always wanted but could never have. And it was like that up until about middle school. I don't think you had moved here yet. But anyway, she started acting…different. She didn't want anything to do with me anymore, and we'd argue every time she came over." he sighed wistfully. "God, I still remember the last time she was here. I had asked her why she didn't talk to me anymore at school, and then we started fighting, as usual, and that's when she said it. 'You wouldn't understand! You're just the freaky little boy in the skirt. I can't believe we were ever friends!' then she storms out screaming that she hates me and that she never wanted to see me again. Ever since then, she's been trying to embarrass me and ruin my life, everything she could to break me down." He hunched over and let out a choked sob, and Harry couldn't resist the urge to hug him. "I hate her so much, but I miss her, Harry…"

The green-eyed boy hugged him closely, rubbing his back as he cried on his shoulder. If it had been a year ago, Harry wouldn't have believed a word of it. But now that he'd finally seen what that girl was really about, he expected nothing less. It was a shame that it happened. Sure, Harry had lost a best friend before, but only because he had to move. Ginny turned her back on Draco, for reasons nobody but her would probably ever understand, and the product was as you see.

"I'm sorry, Harry. That's probably no excuse for ruining your relationship…"

"No, it isn't, but I understand why you did it. You don't deserve that, Drac. You should get so much better." He lifted the blonde's chin and looked him in the eye. Draco smiled a bit.

"Thank you. I am sorry, you know." That's when Harry did the unexpected. He brought the blonde closer, and with little hesitation, pressed his lips to Draco's for a brief moment.

"Don't worry about it. You actually did me a favor. And, if anything, I should apologize. You mean s much to me, and I just left you behind that night, even though you weren't safe. Forgive me?" After a moment, Draco threw himself at Harry, his lips pressed hard against the taller boy's. Harry, after recovering from the slight shock, wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's as he ran his tongue over Draco's bottom lip, begging for entry. The blonde obliged gladly, moaning lightly as their tongues danced together. Harry's hand snaked from the blonde's tiny waist, up his stomach, and rested on his chest, tugging gently at the small hoop that decorated his nipple, eliciting a moan from him. Draco pulled Harry up onto the bed, so that the taller boy's body was covering his own. They stayed like this for a moment, exploring and tasting one another, until Harry pulled away.

"I take it you forgive me?" he asked, grinning. Draco smiled back, nodding.

"Yes, I forgive you. Now shut the fuck up and kiss me."

I lied at the beggining. I've decided to make and epilogue to thiswhich will come out as soon as I get 50 reviews (I'm at about 47 now, so maybe in a day or two.) It'll be lime/ maybe lemon.Again, a big thank you to everyone who rode along and put of with this damn Yankee and these UK cuties. Love you all!