Chapter 5

Draco stood as the other boys burst out laughing, but Draco followed Harry.

"It didn't mean anything alright?" Draco grabbed onto his arm but Harry pushed him away.

"I don't care about that!" Harry looked him in the eyes, he saw something spark.

"I try everything to be your friend but all you do is ignore me!" Harry hugged himself as he walked feeling gross and all he wanted was somebody to cry to.

"I'll just leave him alone." Draco scratched the back of his neck feeling tightness in his stomach.

He went to the cabin, the air felt tense and he wanted time to himself. He felt like a boy trapped between one thing and another. The night Draco kissed him was magical, did Draco not feel that? Or was it just him?

He hated to eat or think about his body image, he felt like a girl focusing so hard on trying to look good and get into shape for this camp. I mean before he was just a nerdy kid but from this experience he felt changed.

Draco put on his sweatshirt and didn't eat anything. He wanted to curl up in a ball and die, he felt so awful. He coughed as he leaned against the wooden back of the shed. The nicotine smoke filled his lungs making him cough then relax in a repetitive rhythm.

Harry lay in his bed until nightfall, the party Draco was going and he planned to get into it somehow. The sun started to set and he wondered how long he had been lying there. It only felt like ten minutes since he thought so hard about everything.

A rain drop hit Draco's nose making him flinch. "God damn it I'm going to have to face him sometime." He said a loud as he got up and shoved the pack into his right pocket forming a box shaped bulge.

Harry heard the rain patter on the roof above him, the sweet smell of rain entered the room as Draco entered. It seemed to be pouring because Harry heard Draco's shoes squeaking with each step. He heard the bottom drawer open and close and the shuffle of feet. Then he heard the door slam, he got up and watched through the left side window of the cabin, Draco walking in the pouring rain.

Harry shoved the blankets off of him and climbing down the ladder in a hurry. He put on some sweats and his feet felt the water that Draco had left behind. "Cold, cold." He muttered getting some socks; he sat on the bottom bunk sliding the socks over his damp feet. He grabbed his boots and shoved them on his feet not bothering to lace them with the tongue sticking out. Harry grabbed his black sweatshirt the matched the color of his hair and put it over his head along with the hood.

Harry opened the door to the outside looking first then running in the direction Draco was going, but on the way he saw something in the mud like it had been dropped carelessly. The rain was cold; he could smell its sweet smell mix with the pine trees.

Harry kneeled down beside it then picked it up, examining it and realizing what it was. "His book." He whispered drips of water falling into his eyes.

Draco got to the place he wanted to go, he was lucky Harry hadn't woken up to see him soaking wet and frustrated. The rain pelted him as he walked through the forest towards the lake where he seemed at home. The trees grew thicker as he got closer to the lake making the rain less brutal on his body. It was colder than the normal summer temperature, but he felt just the same. It didn't matter all that mattered was his book. The book he kept all of his thoughts and dreams in, he searched in his duffle bag as he sat beside the lake a large pine blocking the on going down pour. "It's not here, I must've-" He shook his head, maybe he just didn't take it but he remembered distinctly taking the book out of the bottom drawer and placing it right here. He searched his bag again and no luck.

"A journal?" Harry asked himself stepping into the bathroom for a hot shower. He leaned against the sink, holding the book in his hands. "I thought maybe it was a bible but ha, guess where we are." He smirked and flipped thought the soggy pages. The ink was spread a little but it was still visible.

Journal Entry One:

When I was little the only thing I thought about was pleasing my father, being the special one feeling like I fit. But I never did, they were good at what they did, I never was. I was too nice, too rare for them. I always felt like that. I always felt different from them. Ever since I could remember, but when I really felt it was on that fateful day that I ended up here at Last Chance.

"I shouldn't be looking at this." Harry placed the book on the counter and removed his wet sweatshirt, but as he did he looked at the journal once more. But what happened? What did he do? I mean Draco didn't seem that vicious but sometimes Harry thought he forced himself to be.

"Damn it!" Draco grabbed his duffle bag and ran towards the cabin, when he got there he looked up at the top bunk and saw the blankets messy and no Harry. "Freak!" He called out and Harry jumped putting the book behind him as he called to Draco from the bathroom.

"What!" He breathed heavily as the bathroom door pushed forward.

"Have you seen my-" He looked at Harry who was making it obvious he was hiding something behind his back.

"What've you got there?" Draco looked at him and tried to reach behind him.

"Nothing." Harry blushed walking backwards and hitting the back wall.

"Oh, I don't think it's nothing." He finally reached behind Harry grabbing his journal from Harry's grip.

Draco looked at the journal then to Harry in disbelief. "Um..." Draco walked out and slammed the bathroom door.

Harry stood stunned and relieved at the same time. He looked down at his hands and tried to relax the best he could, then he realized he left his razor in the field where he and Draco kissed.

"He saw my journal." Draco whispered to himself as he gently put his journal in the drawer he always did. I wonder what he saw, how far he got or if he found out what I really am part of?

Author's Note: How did you like it?