A/N: I haven't attempted to write a chapter fic in a long time, as always time is never on myside or I'm just plain lazy. Well with exams coming up & all, writing a ficcie is not the most brilliant idea but once school's over(the 22nd--woohoo!) then I can finally bring my focus back to writing again.

What Lies Behind Closed Doors

Harry Potter was not a normal teenager, even in a world where everything that had to do with magic wands and spells was just a normal part of life.

At seventeen, Harry now knew this all too well. He had already gone through more than what some people go through in their lifetime. Even as a young toddler, when other children were enjoying a life that was carefree and full of innocence, he had already lost both his parents and was forced into a world of misery and neglect. The heavy burden he had carried with him most of his life would become so unbearable at times, to the point where it nearly fell upon him and crushed him to death. His destiny was already all planned out for him, and it wouldn't be fulfilled until the one who caused him all this pain and anger was ripped out of the world. Whether Harry would live or die before he saw it, he didn't know.

Besides being one of the only few people who could defeat Voldemort and having everyone counting on him to save the world, Harry also had another problem. Okay, maybe it wasn't as major of a problem, just a normal case of a teenager trying to find his identity--sexually, that is. He never used to give this kind of thing much thought, as he had much bigger problems to worry about, but eventually his hormones got in the way and made a nice leeway for the inevitable problems of adolescence. He thought he was now going to have to worry about the challenge of trying to ask out girls he developed feelings toward and the whole prospect of a serious relationship, but soon he began to realize it wasn't just girls he fantasized about.

It started in his third year while lying awake one night. Ron was sleeping in the bed next to him, snoring every now and then and his back lightly moving up and down to the rhythm of his breathing. He suddenly started wondering what it would feel like to have his hand under that shirt, touching the warm bare skin of his back, in which his fingers would be replaced by his lips. Harry then felt repulsed by his thoughts and tried to ignore any others that inhabited themselves in his mind, pretending he never thought about any other male in a more-than-friendly manner. Then in his fourth year, these feelings came back again, only toward a new boy. Cedric Diggory, to be exact. Sure, he pretended to think of Cedric like the other boys of Gryffindor, a pretty boy with brains melted by good looks and arrogance. But at night, it was a totally different story, with his hands down his pants while fantasizing about doing more things to Cedric than he ever did about any girl. Hell, he even had certain daydreams about Draco Malfoy, the most conceited prick in the whole fucking school, though at the moment he was in a place who-knows-where with Snape (who was one male Harry never fantasized about--(sorry HP/SS shippers)) after the night Dumbledore was murdered. Though he couldn't deny young Malfoy's pretty looks and that bad boy disposition that always managed to make Harry's pants tighten.

Just because he had certain feelings for boys, it didn't mean that he had no feelings whatsoever toward girls. If there was a girl bending over and Harry could see down her shirt or her up her skirt, it would be enough to make him drool and his crotch to bulge, but he just found that sometimes it brought him more pleasure to imagine doing it with someone who was more like him, who knew all the right places to touch and stimulatefrom his own gratifying experiences. Perhaps the reason Harry cared so much about sex and what satisfied him the most was because sex was one of the few things that could make him feel such pleasure and bliss and just in that one fulfilling moment make him forget that there were people out there who wanted him dead.

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It was dreary, the fog not thick enough to cause one to be unable to see ahead of them, yet enough to give someone a perturbed feeling and make chills run down the spine. The silence made Harry very uneasy as his heart thumped against his chest so hard it felt like it would pop out any moment. His wand lit in his trembling hand, he cautiously made his way over a fallen branch when a voice and the sudden appearance of a silhouette in front of him caused him to nearly trip over the branch and his heart to stop in fright.

"Well, well, Potter. We finally see each other once again."

But the voice wasn't the high, chilling voice that plagued his nightmares. It was deep, but more that of a young man who was still maturing. As the figure pulled down his hood, he instantly recognized the sleek, platinum blonde hair and the slate-grey eyes that always seemed as if they werehiding something.

"Malfoy," Harry muttered, then scowled. "So this has been where you've been hiding, eh? Too cowardly to show your face in public after what you've done?"

But Draco just smirked, his eyes looking straight into Harry's. Harry tried to maintain the same fierce gaze, but he suddenly found himself start to get awkward, and his eyes shifted uncomfortably.

"First of all," Draco began in his usual drawl, eyes still expressionless and that sneer planted on his face, "I wasn't the one who cast the killing curse on Dumbledore, and second, I, or more specifically we've been all over the place. You don't think we've been hiding out here the whole time now, do you?"

The usual look of disgust was back on Harry's face.

"So, I bet you and Snape are best buddies now, huh, teaming up together and all that?"

"Oh Harry, Harry, there's no need to be jealous. You're still on my mind, too. You know, Potter, I think about you more oftenthan you know. Sometimes when I do, I feel so ill and disgusted, and yet--"

He took a step closer, his eyes widening and his tongue brushing across his upper lip. Harry found himself backing away until he was pressed against a tree.

"Yet there are times where I just imagine those amazing eyes, such a bright green it's almost unnatural, and your hair--"

He brushed some of the raven bangs aside with his hand, revealing Harry's forehead. Draco then used his other hand to lightly touch the lightening-shaped scar with his fingertip, delicately tracing along it. Harry shuddered and gasped, surprised at the new feeling spreading through him that was quickly going to his groin.

"Mmm," Draco whispered. "You shouldn't hide your scar behind all this hair, not when it's so fucking sexy."

Harry was no longer glaring, but his eyes were closed and slight moaning noises escaped his mouth as Draco's finger moved from his forehead to across his cheek. He just wanted to stay in that moment forever, to feel this sudden rush of such satisfying pleasure, to feel the eroticism of doing something so forbidden.

Of course, Harry never got farther than that and he'd wake up sweating, with a twitching sensation in his cock. He'd already had this dream a couple of times already, and it always took place in a forest where he was wandering by himself and a hooded figure would always appear out of nowhere startling him, the identity always being Draco Malfoy. At first Harry would end up being angry at the Slytherin, but then he'd find himself being seduced. The last thing Harry had ever expected was himself ever having friendly feelings toward Malfoy, let alone rather inappropriate fantasies.

Sighing, he stepped out of bed, seeing that Ron was already down in the Great Hall, and went to get his clothes. He tried pushing the dream in the back of his mind, right now having more important issues to deal with than his sexuality and Malfoy. Those dreams didn't mean anything, as he still hated the young Slytherin with every fiber in his body and just the thought of him made Harry want to throw up.

Or at least, he tried to convince himself it did.

A/N (again) : Well I didn't want to make this chapter TOO long as it's just an introduction as to the kind of problems Harry's gonna have to face(other than Voldie, that is). Yeah, Harry's bisexual, though he leans more towards males as he's a horny lil devil & all(lol). But there will be quite a few pairings in this, including past Harry/Cedric, maybe a tiny bit Harry/Ron & an ounce of Harry with an OC female (yeah--girl!) who will probably be introduced in the next chappie, but mostly this focuses on Harry & Draco.

Reviews greatly appreciated. Thanx bunches!.

Sweetlilphantom