The Magic Box

Six: Confessions of a teenage hero

Draco and Harry sat opposite each other on separate sofa's, looking at anything in the room but each other. The tension was enough to make them scream with frustration, neither wanted to spill their guts out to their supposed rival.

'I have no idea what they're talking about Malfoy,' Harry said stubbornly crossing his arms 'I mean why do I need to explain myself to you? I don't even like you!'

'The feeling's very mutual Potter!' Draco snapped 'I confide in only one person in my life, so why would I need to confess anything to you,'

'No idea,' Harry said still refusing to look at Malfoy. Even if it was their only way out, both were too stubborn to give in and be the first to expose himself to the other boy. Instead they just sat there avoiding confrontation and acting like two complete idiots.

'You do realise they're just going to sit there like two complete idiots and not say a word right?' Blaise confirmed as he and Hermione sat at a table in the library. They were surrounded by books gathered on ancient languages, Hermione hard narrowed the selection down by a decent amount.

'Of course,' Hermione spoke examining the book before her 'I'm hoping Malfoy's reasonable side will come through after a few hours of awkward silence and begin the confessions,'

Blaise laughed rather loudly, which earned him a shooshing from Madam Pince.

'When it comes to Harry Potter Draco's never reasonable,' he pointed out. Hermione raised an eyebrow at that and remembered Blaise's comment earlier in the Room of Requirement. Time for some more detective work. God she was loving this.

'I see, would that be because of his strong dislike toward Harry or…something else,' she asked holding back the sly grin. It was Blaise's turn to raise his brow.

'Something else? What something else do you suppose there is Granger?' he asked innocently.

'Oh come on Zabini! You and I both know that there is something else to Harry and Malfoy then they're letting on,' she whispered so Ron wouldn't overhear and have a panic attack.

'Oh really?' Blaise asked with mock confusion 'And what would that be?'

Hermione frowned not buying his ignorance for a second. She decided to go out on a limb.

'Well I know Harry doesn't exactly hate Malfoy,' Hermione clued.

'Oh really?' Blaise asked just a little surprised. 'This makes things genuinely interesting,'

'Why's that?' Hermione pressed.

'Because I know that Draco doesn't exactly hate Potter,' Blaise admitted, 'Not that he'd ever admit it,'

'Yes Harry too, he'd rather face Voldermort then face his feelings,' she sighed.

'They might be stuck in that box for a long time,' Blaise said as Ron passed with his arms full of books, then smiled 'Unless Draco walks in on Potter in the shower, that would defiantly move things along,'

Needless to say, Ron dropped his books.

Many hours later, Harry reached breaking point. He had already been to the bathroom five times, eaten an amount of food that would make Ron wince, and named ever piece of furniture in the god forsaken box. He couldn't take anymore boredom or stuck up poncy Malfoys.

'Oh for the sake humanity!' Harry exclaimed standing up, 'I am sick and tired of this ruddy box, this mind numbing boredom, and only the gods know how much I am sick of you!'

'I'm getting the opinion your feeling rather aggravated Potter,' Draco smirked.

'We're acting like two dim witted Hufflepuffs!' Hary announced.

'Oh don't say that Potter,' Draco groaned 'Certainly we're not that childish,'

'Let's just do this okay?' Harry, 'Get it over and done with,'

'If you insist,' Draco shrugged 'You may begin,'

'Oh hell no, I'm not going first!' Harry snapped.

'Well neither am I,' Draco pointed out.

'Why not?' Harry asked. For once Draco didn't know what to say, he couldn't admit that the thought made him feel extremely nervous and vulnerable, he'd rather crucio himself first.

'Because…I said so Potter! So leave it alone,' Draco managed 'Why don't you go first,'

'Are you kidding? After all the years you've made fun of me, taunted me and teased me you want me to go first? Not likely. You'll just poke fun of me,' Harry accused.

'If you go first…I promise not to make fun of anything you say,' Draco spoke neutrally but inside he was begging for Harry to accept.

'Yeah right,' Harry mumbled.

'You have the word of a Malfoy,'

'That means a lot considering your family,'

'On my reputation I swear it,' Draco promised. Harry narrowed his eyes at his long time enemy.

'Not good enough, swear it on your broomstick,' Harry demanded.

'My broomstick?' Draco repeated shocked, 'Ah sure, alright, I swear it on my broomstick,'

'Well…good, me too,' Harry added. They were both quiet for several moments.

'Potter?' Draco asked 'That means you have to tell me something,'

Harry groaned and ran a hand through his black unmanageable hair. He just knew he would live to regret this.

'Umm,' Harry tried.

'Start off small,' Draco advised 'If that helps,'

'Okay, I like French fries dipped in ice-cream,' Harry admitted. Draco almost laughed.

'That's not really a secret Potter, I've seen you do it at dinner,'

'You watch me while I'm having dinner?'

'I…umm...it was an accident,' he blurted and then cursed himself.

'You accidentally looked at me at dinner?' Harry asked disbelievingly.

'Yes! Blaise pointed something out to me at the Raveclaw table and my eyes rested on you for a second- oh just tell a bloody secret Potter!' Malfoy snapped frustrated.

'I already did!' Potter protested.

'I already told you that wasn't a proper secret!' Draco argued.

'So was!'

'Not,'

'Was,'

'Not,'

'Was too!'

'Was not!'

'Oh shut up Malfoy!' Harry exclaimed 'Fine I'll tell another bloody secret! God damn pouncy git,' (Harry mumbled that last part)

'I almost got put into Slytherin by the sorting hat!' Harry yelled 'Are you bloody well happy now?'

'…' draco was extremely taken back 'Really?'

'Yes really!' harry exclaimed.

'That would have been interesting,' Draco admitted.

'YeahI guess,' Harry mumbled.

'And different,' Draco added 'A Slytherin who wasn't good at potions,'

Harry glared at Draco before polking his tongue out at the blonde. Draco just smirked.

'Yeah well you wouldn't be on the Quidditch team!' Harry threw at him.

'Maybe,' Draco admitted, shocking Harry to no end.

'Malfoy...did you just say maybe?'

'Yes Potter don't get a big head over it, it's obvious your a bloody good fyer,'

'Ah thanks,' Harry said not knowing what else to say 'You're really good too,'

Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry's statement.

'What? You are, you'd probably be a chaser or something...if I was in the slytherin team,' Harry added.

'Quidditch would have become incredibly boring,' Draco remarked 'With you and I on the same team the other houses wouldn't have a chance,'

'I suppose...,' Harry didn't like the awkwardness that had overcome the situation and decided it was time to get back into familiar territory, 'It'd be kind of fun being able to boss you around, me being Quidditch captain of slytherin and all'

'Really Potter? And what makes you think you'd becaptain,' Draco asked amused.

'You said it yourself, I'm a known bloody good flyer,' Harry reminded.

'Yes however your also a known complete moron! Quidditch is about tactics and strategies, well thought out plans and you don't have the mental capacity for that,'

'I'd do a right job better than you would,'

'Potter a troll could captain better than you!'

'Oh yeah?'

'Yeah,'

'Well at least I'd be an honest captain! If you were in charge the game would be as croocked as Snape's nose!' Harry yelled.

'Exactly Potter, you don't have balls to pull off a win for the team,' Draco agreed.

'You! Your...ohh you're such an ass!' he exclaimedcrossing his arms, 'It doesn't matter anyway, cause I'm in Gryffindor, thank the gods! And it's your bloody turn now anyway, you're not getting out of it! So spill it! What's your secret!'

'Fine,' Draco said calmly, 'What do you want to know?'

'I don't know Malfoy! That's why we're here obviously!'

'Okay…I don't want to become a death eater,' Draco confessed.

'Really?' Harry asked all anger completelyeradicated, 'You're serious?'

'Completely, I've already talked to Dumbledore about it, and he's making arrangements for me to stay at the school as a primary residence so when my father finds out I'll be safe…until the battle actually begins,'

Harry's heart swelled up in his chest. Draco wasn't evil, he was on his side.

'You're on my side?' Harry asked. Draco looked up surprised to see a very large grin on Harry's face.

'Well…yes, I've seen what Voldermort's capable of…and well…there are other factors, why I chose not to join him, why I want to fight on Dumbledore's side,' Draco said looking away from Harry.

'That's great Malfoy!' Harry exclaimed.

'Umm yeah I guess,' Draco said, a small blush rising to his cheeks. Harry was glad he was on his side. Draco's stomach did a happy flip. 'Alright your turn Potter,'

'Oh okay…umm,' Harry tried to think of something else, but everything that came to mind seemed pathetic compared to the size of the secret Draco just told him. He sat there for two minutes thinking. 'So much for starting off small huh?'

Draco laughed,

'Yeah I guess so,'

Draco laughed, Harry said something and Draco laughed. Harry could have jumped up and danced the macarina, he could have been more romantic and danced the mamba but the macarina was the only dance he knew.

'Ah okay, you know that prophecy your father tried to steal at the end of last year?' Harry asked. (Author: It's set in sixth year, cause I really hate the last book, Ginny Weasley? pllease!)

'I remember him telling me about it,' Draco confirmed 'It was destroyed right?'

'Well yeah…but Dumbledore sort of knew what it was anyway,' Harry explained 'He was there when the original prophecy was made,'

'You know what it is don't you?' Draco asked supremely interested.

'Yeah, turns out I'm going to be the one to kill Voldermort in the end…well that or he'll kill me,' Harry briefed 'Anyway basically it says I'll be the one facing him off, and one of us is going to die,'

Draco paled, his mouth hung open in a very unMalfoyish manner. It felt like his gut had frozen over, Harry was going to...his eyes began to sting and he felt a strong ache in his chest.

'You're going to die?' Draco asked. Harry shrugged.

'Maybe,' he admitted to himself 'Apparently I've got some power that Voldermort knows not,'

'What power?' Draco asked. What power could a teenager posess that could defeat the dark lord? Harry blushed,

'Love,'

'Love...love for who?'

'…someone,'

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Authors Note: Okay, had a slight panic coughs over not being able to update due to stupid fucking computer. However I think it's finally agreeing now, though i can't be sure, if it seems to take a long time for me to update the next chapter you'll know why that is.

Thanks to all reviewers, this is my first fanfiction so it means a lot. Next chapter will have a little action between harry and draco, keep tuned for the ultimate confession.