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A/N Okay the song lyrics might not be right, I read different versions and went with the one I saw the most. I am also sorry about how late this chapter is, but I really cannot update for another week or two because of my exams. I think this will be my last update for a week or so. Enjoy!

AND Thank you to my Beta Kai for looking this over! (I had forgot to put this here earlier... 12 at night, you know, we aren't all thinking clearly are we? x.x)

I'll keep you my dirty little secret

(Dirty little secret)

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)

My dirty little secret

Who has to know?

Harry didn't know why he was walking down the cold pavement, watching the slush splash under people's feet. He didn't know what had possessed him to lie to Chris, tell him he'd be going out to pick up the paper and a few other necessities, and yet he did.

His destination along the street of shops was the one coming up in front of him. The old building seemed worn out as if the thousands of people that walked in and out of the coffee shop had tromped over it themselves. It was a building Harry had stepped into many times over the months, another person tromping over the building.

Harry didn't care. He knew his real reason why he was going out today and no matter how many times he tried to convince himself that it wasn't because of Draco a small voice inside said it was.

'I'm an idiot. I shouldn't even be doing this,' Harry thought to himself, and stopped his progression, causing a bit of trouble behind him with fellow pedestrians. Some grumbled in discontent at how he slowed everything up, others glared at him. Harry just moved quickly out of the way for others to pass him.

He looked at the building, deciding he wouldn't go; he had to turn back because this was stupid. How could he have even thought about going to meet with someone who had broken his heart and then only a few days ago made a move on him? He bet Draco had something up his sleeve, and Harry wouldn't be blind to it this time.

Harry started to walk back down the pavement, only getting by one shop on the left side when a hand tapped his shoulder, rendering him motionless. "Hello, Harry," Draco said behind him, but Harry couldn't move his head back to respond in greeting.

"You okay?" Draco asked. Harry soon found his voice, his limbs, and his ability to think.

"Uh, hi… Draco. I'm fine, just wasn't expecting to see you," Harry lied, smacking himself mentally.

"Oh, well I was coming out of Harold's," Draco indicated to the coffee shop behind them with his index finger, "And saw you turning around down the muggle sidewalk. Do you want to have a chat?" Draco asked, eagerness spreading across his face.

'I shouldn't,' Harry told himself, another part, though, told him to screw why he should and shouldn't. It was simple to know what Harry would choose. "Just a chat, I have to get home."

Draco smiled and the walked down the pavement, heading for a corner store at Harry's insistence. He'd have something to back up his lie to Chris when he got home and this whole incident could stay off his consciousness for a little while.

Harry walked down the isles of the store, grabbing random things off the shelves. He doubted he needed more toothpaste but maybe Chris would believe him if he told him that they didn't need to go shopping again for a while.

"And then… Harry what are you doing?" Draco asked. Harry had been looking over at Draco while they talked and hadn't noticed what he'd taken off the rack in isle three. The box of condoms stared at him mockingly.

Harry would have blushed, but he knew this was no time to do so. He simply shoved the condoms into the basket he had and kept walking down the isle. "I'm getting stuff me and my boyfriend need," Harry jabbed.

Harry ignored the angry look Draco sent him. 'Well if you hadn't cheated me I wouldn't be so cruel, Mr. Idiot.' When Harry had collected all he felt he would 'need' or when he and Draco had run out of things to talk about Harry walked up to a cashier.

The girl had her dark hair tied back in a ponytail and her red uniform didn't hide her pretty figure that much. When Harry laid his purchases down on the counter she looked at him lustfully for a second before smiling at him sweetly. Harry smiled a winning smile back at her.

It didn't take Draco long, maybe half a second, to loom dangerously over him and send the young girl a nasty glare. The girl didn't shrink back but she quickly turned her sweet smile to a composed expression.

Picking up the condoms, she took one more glance at Draco who grinned at her in a knowing way. She gulped and threw them into a bag.

"Well it was nice to see you again," Harry said quickly once they got out of the store and started to make a break for it back to his apartment with Chris.

"Wait, Harry!"

Harry turned back and looked questionly at Draco. "What is it?"

"Tomorrow, I want to see you tomorrow," Draco said, looking pleadingly at Harry.

There was a problem with tomorrow. Harry and Chris had plans for tomorrow. Harry sighed and shook his head; he couldn't upset Chris by refusing to go to supper with him because he wanted to see Draco.

"I can't, I promised Chris I'd…" In saying his answer, Draco had quickly captured his lip, in public no less! Pushing Draco back Harry swerved his head around to find many people gawking at them.

Blushing Harry made to punch Draco in front of all these people so they'd understand he had not wanted to be kissed by this man. Draco blocked the punch and caught Harry's lips with his mouth again. It took a lot of Harry's will power to break away from him.

"Screw that guy and tell him to bugger off," Draco told Harry.

"Did you say the same thing to that man in our bed?" Harry growled out. Harry swatted Draco's hands away from him and quickly scampered away from the street.

Harry walked into the apartment which was deafly quiet. Looking around he realized many of Chris' belongings were gone. Taped to the refrigerator was a picture of him and Draco kissing on that New Years Eve in the dark cold winter air.

"Shit" Harry whispered. Under the picture was an angry note written sloppily.

Fuck you.

Harry laughed. It was short and to the point. "Fair enough," Harry told himself. Harry didn't bother with doing anything but grabbing the bottle of vodka out of the cabinet. He should've known Draco would screw up everything for him in the end.

Harry woke up the next morning with a groggy, fuzzy feeling in his head. It soon turned into pain and signalled the start of a bad hangover. Harry couldn't remember much from last night except someone…

That was where nothing made sense in his mind. He knew he'd spent his night screaming in a drunken rage at someone, but who that someone was and how they'd gotten into his apartment was quite a mystery at this point.

"Oh so you're up," a voice said from the doorway.

Looking up at Draco, Harry coughed and winced. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.

"I came here to apologize to you. What I found was you cradling an almost empty bottle of vodka. When I tried to take it away form you started screaming and blaming me for your oh so hard life and reminded me of why I'm a slimy bastard over and over," Draco explained. His calm expression told Harry that Draco had been hurt as well.

Harry slumped down in his bed, mumbling in regret, "Why are you still here, then, if I did all that?"

"Because you couldn't get up to the bathroom to throw up and then you passed out. I couldn't just leave you there on your floor in your own… well you get the idea," Draco replied.

Draco walked up to Harry and handed him a small vial. Harry opened the vial up and sniffed it, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the putrid smell. "It won't kill you, it's for that headache you've got by now."

Harry gulped the horrible potion down in one gulp. "Thanks," was the only thing that Harry would say to him. Harry lay back down in his blankets and closed his eye. He pretended to ignore the faint kiss Draco placed on his lips.

"I'll see you tonight," Harry said, as Draco was about to walk out.

"What?" Draco asked, shocked.

"I said I'll see you tonight," Harry then rolled over and said goodnight in a silent way.

"Harry, where were you last night? I heard from Chris that he left you because of a picture of you kissing Draco. I told him that there could be tons of those lying around for people to try and hurt him with," Hermione said to Harry.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were all gathered around a small table at a café near their work places. Harry shrugged, he wasn't about to admit that last night he hadn't been crying about Chris, he'd been busy talking and, er, doing less smart things with Malfoy.

He'd drawn a line but he'd let it go far enough to regret that small grope on Draco's ass. "I wasn't in the mood to talk," Harry responded, taking a sip from his glass.

Ron put down his sandwich and came to Harry's rescue. "Lay off him, Hermione, the man's just been left by another man. Sorry mate."

"Let's leave it at that, Hermione, I really don't want to talk about," Harry said.

"But you didn't kiss Draco, did you?" Hermione, seemingly concerned, asked. Harry thought a moment about confessing but he quickly decided against it. 'Ha, yeah right, and have them think I'm ridiculous.'

"Are you crazy, Hermione? I'd rather massacre Malfoy with a spit on a fool moon over a roasting fire," Harry said, grinning as Ron snorted in amusement. Hermione frowned.

"That's illegal in January, Harry," she said with a small smile playing on her lips.

"Next month then," Harry grinned.

Review please! I'm sorry for the length but the time I'm on right now is short. Thank you to my reviewers, Fefs, Black Padfoot, cheali.meep., Sad Statue of Liberty, I apreciated them :)