A/N: Okay, thank you to those who reviewed. I'm glad you like the story so far. It's going to be slow working into the actual relationship, but I'm trying to make it amusing while in the process of that. Please let me know your thoughts about how the story is going, it always helps.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, as all of you know.

Vulnerable

Harry, Hermione and Ron were walking back to the Gryffindor common room after their last class, Potions. "Man, I can't wait until this year is over." Ron announced loudly.

"Ron, it's only November." Hermione pointed out. "We do have a lot of the year left; you can't let Snape get to you."

"I know, but why? Why did he have to assign us a five page essay on sleeping potions due Monday? My weekend is ruined." Ron complained.

"Oh honestly, five pages won't take you that long to write if you'd just sit down and do it. You have three days. Besides, what were your plans for the weekend other than sleeping in and not showering?" Hermione questioned with a small smile on her lips.

"Not all of us are super smart like you, Hermione. And who says I don't shower?" Ron said.

"I'm not sure whether I should take that as a compliment or not." Hermione said.

"Enough you two, I've heard too much of your bickering to last me a life time." Harry laughed.

"Sorry mate, but it's her, honestly." Ron told him.

"Oh sure, Ronald, blame this all on me. I was just trying to give you a bit of advice and you turn it into something bad." Hermione shook her head.

Harry rolled his eyes and proceeded into the common room after saying, "pumpkin pie" to the Fat Lady. He sat down at a table by the fireplace and pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment.

"You starting that essay already?" Ron asked.

Harry nodded, "If I finish most of it tonight then I won't have to worry about it at Quidditch practice on Saturday."

"That's a good idea." Ron agreed, taking a seat beside his best mate.

"You're going to start your essay now?" Hermione asked, eyebrows shooting upward.

"Maybe…" Ron frowned at her and took a sheet of parchment from Harry. He wrote his name on the paper and bent his head in thought. A few minutes later he said, "I got nothing. I'm going to see what Dean and Seamus are doing."

After he left the table, Hermione asked Harry, "Are you okay? You've been sort of quiet today. And when you weren't being quiet you were overly happy."

Harry looked up from his essay. "I'm fine, really. I just am not in a talking mood."

"Harry, I understand this is going to take a while for you to be back to normal, but it's going to be okay." Hermione assured him.

"I know it is. And I'm sorry if I'm distant for the next few days, but you understand that I'm trying to work things out." Harry paused, chewing on his pen. "What I don't get is how those thoughts were in my mind and that spell brought it out, but I never even had a clue before. Do you think that if I didn't find out from the spell I would date girls for the rest of my life? Or would I some day figure out I'm gay?"

"I don't know Harry." Hermione replied.

"I don't know, Draco." Blaise said from his bed. He and Draco were in their room and Draco was confronting him about telling Pansy Draco was soft earlier.

"But just why did you have to tell Pansy? Seriously, Blaise, anyone but her would have been better. Couldn't you have told her I…I don't know, something that didn't make me look like a complete pussy?" Draco was saying.

"I said I don't know, Draco. I told Pansy because she asked me what happened to you last night and it was the first thing that came to mind. Would you rather I told her you're gay?" Blaise questioned.

"No, but…" Draco abruptly stopped. "I never said I was gay, Blaise."

Blaise smirked and in a flash was off his bed and had Draco pinned to the wall. "You slipped, Draco." Draco tried to interrupt but Blaise put a finger to the other boy's lips, "Shh. I told you before, you can trust me. I've known you for years, Draco, you can't lie to me. You like boys." Draco was shaking his head, but he couldn't say anything. "You do, Draco. You like the way they're bodies are firm, and they're actions are rough. And you like everything about them that is different from a girl."

Blaise took his hand off Draco's mouth and Draco opened his mouth to speak, but Blaise quickly stopped him by putting his mouth on Draco's. He sucked on Draco's lower lip and then bit it before pulling away. Draco stared at him with his silver eyes, his mouth hanging open. "You can lie all you want, Draco, but I know you liked that." And with that, Blaise walked out of the room, leaving Draco to figure out his thoughts.

A/N: Okay, I know it's kind of short, but I'll have another chapter up soon. And don't worry, this isn't going to turn into a Draco/Blaise, I'm just having him show Draco that he likes boys (as we all know he does ).