A/N:
And the story begins… Chapter 2"So? Is that what you were upset about? It's perfectly normal Harry, it's not like you're the only one." Draco rolled his eyes. "At least half the Slytherins are gay, myself included. It's completely normal in the wizarding world…" He trailed off when he saw the look of disbelief on Harry's face. "What?"
"It's normal?" Harry whispered.
"Yes. Your sexual orientation doesn't matter in the wizarding world, at least not among purebloods, I don't know about Weasley's class. But it doesn't matter as long as you can make an heir. If you can afford the potion then there isn't a problem." He shrugged.
"Of course if you are a lesbian, you marry and make an heir with your husband then you are free to have affairs…Harry?"
"I…I never knew it was normal…that it was…accepted."
"Stupid muggles, they have no idea what they are talking about. Aren't there gay Gryffindors?"
"Well I guess so, but I don't know any. One time…Weasley and Granger caught two boys snogging on their rounds, and they were ranting and raving about it for weeks…it was horrible. Most of the house isn't very accepting, that's why I never really told anyone until the end of last year. Every time I heard people talking about it like that I felt so…guilty."
Draco looked at Harry in sympathy.
"Well there is nothing wrong with you. If someone has a problem, it's all those idiots who talk about it like that."
Harry smiled causing Draco to smile back.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while until Draco felt the small boy in his lap shivering.
"Are you cold?"
"No."
"You're shivering."
Harry ignored him haughtily.
Draco laughed and twirled his wand in the air, conjuring a large green blanket.
"Well I'm cold." He said back arrogantly. A smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
He pulled the blanket around his own shoulders comfortably.
Harry glared at him amusedly and snuggled closer to the bigger boy who wrapped the blanket around him as well.
Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder and smiled.
The sun was beginning to go down on the other side of the lake, the days were getting shorter and shorter already.
Draco rested his head atop Harry's and sighed contentedly. Watching the sunset with Harry.
The small dark haired boy smiled a little more when he noticed Draco's fingers drawling little patterns on his thigh where they were resting on his hip.
"Why did you come talk to me Draco?" Harry suddenly asked. Draco froze for a moment.
He thought for a second, organizing his thoughts.
"I know this may sound weird, but I was worried about you."
"After the way we've been sitting for the last half hour does it still sound weird?"
"No…I think you and I have always had a lot in common," he said softly. "And had great potential together, but something was always in the way. And before, it was Weasley and Granger."
Harry nodded.
"I never hated you, for the longest time I was angry with you because you refused my hand over Weasley's. But then, as I got older, I realized how it wasn't really your fault. I just wanted to be your friend, and if I had gone about it differently things might be different."
"I always regretted not accepting your hand. I just stuck with Ron because he was the first person to want to be my friend. I should have noticed that he didn't want to be friends with me for me, but for my fame. You know what the first thing he asked me was? "Can I see your scar?"
Draco shook his head in shame.
"I was a right bastard…I hope you don't see me like that anymore…"
"Not at all. All through last year things were a lot better, you just stuck to yourself mostly. Until Ron attacked you first anyways, or Hermione. It was a bit weird, I had grown so used to interacting with you every day, I sort of missed it even." He laughed lightly. "Anyways, I could tell something had changed. I figured it had something to do with Voldemort coming back. Did it?"
"Yeah…you see, at the beginning of the first war when Voldemort came onto the scene things were a lot different. Voldemort promised his followers what they wanted. He promised that the purebloods would be brought back to their former glory. I know that is kind of what he is still trying to do, but when it started no one was getting hurt. He worked through politics and stuff…but then he started to want more power and it became violent. His followers were bound to him and there was nothing we could do."
"My father and grandfather had joined him. We are purebloods and we shared his views. But when things became violent it all changed. My grandfather ended up being killed in a raid of Voldemort's lair, by the Aurors. It broke father…" Draco took a deep breath. "This was all before you and I were born. Father was forced to do things that he didn't want to do, but he knew the war was coming to an end and it would all be over soon. Only my mother and his pride kept him from just killing himself and getting it over with." Draco stopped.
Harry reached up to wipe the stray tear from Draco's cheek.
"You don't have to tell me."
Draco took a shaky breath.
"No, I want to. Then Voldemort found out about you, and tried to kill you, but was vanquished instead. I was just a few months older then you. My mother told me when I got older that father came home crying. He said the Potters had been killed and Voldemort tried to kill you, but the curse rebounded. He was free."
"Things were better from the sounds of it. Father managed to escape Azkaban, and he and mother just lived like the happily aristocrats they were. We spent a long time in France with my cousins. I know we seem…heartless but when its just family and friends things are so much better. I had a really happy childhood, but at the end of our fourth year, father was called. He couldn't just…not go. Voldemort would have known."
Harry lent into Draco even more.
"I remember him being there…he seemed reluctant now that I think about it. A lot of them did."
Draco nodded.
"But father had been pretending the whole time and just gathering books of information. So he figured that this time, he would spy. He went to Dumbledore and told him that he was willing to spy for the light. He told Dumbledore that none of the followers wanted their lord back. That the false promises and sweet rewards wouldn't work this time on coercing followers to do his bidding. However, they couldn't rebel directly for fear of their lives."
Harry nodded.
"Your father is a very brave man."
"Thank you. So now you know why I've stopped being so mean, sort of anyways. I had to act that way before…but now that Voldemort is back, we live in fear again."
"I know how you feel…every year I face him and he keeps coming back. I wish someone would get rid of him for good. I wish I didn't have to be that someone."
Draco was silent.
They watched the sun sink right below the horizon.
Draco turned his head and stared at Harry's face. Harry looked up from the glowing sight to stare back up into Draco's eyes.
Draco slowly moved his head towards Harry's. The smaller boy was moving up as well. Their lips touched in an innocent kiss, it was just a sweet and chaste press of lips. Draco's hand lifted to the back of Harry's neck. He pulled away for not even an instant before kissing Harry with a little more passion.
Harry pulled away and look scared.
"I'm sorry!" he struggled to untangle himself from Draco and the blanket.
"What?" Draco asked shocked, but he allowed Harry to stand.
Harry was just shaking his head muttering that he was sorry. He grabbed his bag and ran to the castle.
Draco didn't have a chance to do or say anything because Harry was already gone.