Warnings: Refer to other warnings, I don't feel like writing something witty and fun for it right now, so just look back at other chapters if you really care that much.

Disclaimer: Same as warnings.

Chapter Five: Secrets Don't Make Friends (From First to Last)

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Harry was in the Hospital Wing around half past four on a Monday. He had been practicing Quidditch and fell, spraining his wrist. He was about to leave, when in hobbled none other than Draco Malfoy. Draco looked pretty bloodied up; he had a black eye, some cuts on his arms, and quite possibly a broken leg. Harry was very curious as to why the blonde was in such condition, so he decided to wait outside the Hospital Wing until Draco was fixed up.

When Draco came sauntering back out a while later, Harry made his move. "Malfoy, we need to talk," Harry said as he caught up with the icy Slytherin. "What happened?"

"None of your fucking business, Potter," Draco replied, keeping his back to Harry, ultimately hiding his crestfallen face from the other boy's eyes.

"Please. Draco. Tell me what happened. And does this have anything to do with what happened this sum-"Harry was cut off due to the fact that he was now thrown against the wall.

Draco was fuming, his hands a death grip in Harry's robes. "Shut the fuck up, Potter. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"Then tell me," was Harry's quick response. "Tonight, eleven o'clock, astronomy tower. I'll be waiting." Draco's grip had loosened quite a bit in those few seconds, allowing Harry to wriggle his way out of the boy's hands. Harry gave Draco one last lingering glance, then walked out of view.

Later that night Draco was pacing his room in a frantic rage. He glanced up at the clock; 10:40. He would be leaving in five minutes to go see Harry. Now, Draco wasn't going to meet up with Harry so he could spill his secrets, mind you. Draco would not allow the Golden Boy to have the last word and was merely going to tell the boy off.

He continued to pace the room, trying to control his anger. He was pissed that Harry would bring up what happened during the summer, and then have the gall to tell him to meet up and reveal even more humiliating and uncomfortable information.

Draco looked back at the clock. 10:45. Showtime. Draco swept out of the dorms, practically storming through the dungeons, though keeping that look of suave to him as he stomped on his way to see Harry.

When Draco arrived at the astronomy tower, Harry was already there, of course. Bloody predictable Gryffindors. Can't even manage to be fashionably late. "Hello, Potter," Draco spat with as much venom humanly possible. Draco then crossed his arms and glared daggers at the boy across the room from him.

"Hi, Draco. I'm glad you came," Harry replied casually as if they were the best of friends. Draco just snorted and continued to glare at the raven-haired beauty. No, not beauty, he's an ass and I hate him now. He's ugly as hell.

Harry slowly walked across the room, an innocently evil look on his face. As Harry drew closer he asked, "Well, are you going to tell me what's been going on?"

"Now why would I tell you of all people my personal business? You are a fucking ass if you think you can just control me and tell me what to do! You have no right to know about my life!" Draco's rage was now barely controllable, yet he managed.

"Tsk tsk tsk. I guess I'm just going to have to force it from you." When Draco gave Harry a confused look, the Gryffindor pulled out a vial of clear liquid. Realization dawned on the blonde's face.

"FUCK NO! There's no fucking way you are giving me fucking Veritaserum! You're out of your bloody mind! I will not let you-" Draco was cut off by Harry dumping the contents of the vial down his throat.

After choking and sputtering on the liquid, Draco exploded. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! YOU FUCKING PRICK! YOU CAN'T JUST POUR FUCKING VERITASERUM DOWN SOMEONE'S THROAT!"

Harry backed up a bit, allowing some time for Draco to cool down. Harry also set some powerful locking charms on the door, just in case Draco wanted to make a run for it. After a few minutes of ranting and raving, and attempts at getting the door open, Draco seemed only exceptionally pissed and not on the verge of committing murder. Harry then decided it was safe to press on. "Draco, what is your full name?"

"Draconis Lucius Malfoy, formerly Draconis Black Malfoy." The answer tumbled from Draco's lips easily, though it was followed by the meanest scowl Harry had ever seen. Still, Harry kept with the interrogation.

"Now, Draco, who tortured you during the summer and why?"

"I don't want to tell you," Malfoy responded, using all his power to resist the Veritaserum.

"Draco, who tortured you during the summer and why?"

"I don't want to tell you." Draco scowled again, kicking the former champion scowl's ass. Harry was quite surprised someone could look so pissed. But that didn't deter him from what he was doing.

"You have no choice. Why were you tortured?" Harry stared at Draco for a few moments, until Draco reluctantly responded.

"BecauseI'mgay," came the mumbled reply.

"What?"

"Because I'm gay."

"What!"

"Because I'm a fucking queer, alright? I'm a fag, a big fucking fag!" Draco was shaking with anger at having to tell Harry something so personal. Harry could see the rage in the boy's eyes and decided to leave it at that.

"Alright, Draco. I won't ask anymore from you."

"Damn straight. Fucking ass."

"But before you go, I have something to tell you."

"What?" Draco asked through gritted teeth, just wanting to get out of there.

"I didn't give you any Veritaserum."

"What?"

"I didn't give you any Veritaserum."

"WHAT!"

"You said all of that with your own free will. I didn't force you to say any of it," Harry responded, his Gryffindor bravery starting to crumble.

"WHAT! You fucking asshole! Making me believe you gave me fucking Veritaserum just so I would tell you my fucking PERSONAL information! FUCK YOU!" And with that Draco pounced on Harry.

Harry went crashing to the ground, hitting his head on the cold stone floor. He didn't have time to dwell on the pain in the back of his head, though. There quickly was another, stronger pain when Draco punched Harry in the face. Draco straddled Harry as he continued his beating of the Golden Boy.

Fists collided with Harry's body over and over, until Draco struck an old wound of Harry's. A wound caused by Vernon on a particularly rough night of 'beat the living shit out of Harry'. When Draco hit the wound, Harry winced at the memories it brought. Harry fell back into the sea of horrid memories. Memories he had tried so hard to forget, but would never leave him.

Memories that had him screaming in the middle of the night, only to be awoken by one of his worried roommates. Memories that haunted his very soul, torturing him day after day. Memories, Harry was sure, that would be the end of him.

The raven-haired boy soon forgot all his surroundings, now completely lost in a slew of Vernon memories. He was so caught up in them, he began to yell and scream. He continued screaming pleas to his uncle to stop when the blows ended. He slowly snapped out of his daze to find himself face-to-face with a certain blonde Slytherin.

"WHAT! You fucking asshole! Making me believe you gave me fucking Veritiserum just so I would tell you my fucking PERSONAL information! FUCK YOU!" And with that Draco pounced on Harry.

Draco collided his fist with anyplace on the other boy's body he could find. He continued, blow after blow, until Harry screamed. But Draco soon realized Harry wasn't screaming for him to stop, but for some Uncle Vernon to stop.

Draco promptly ended his beating of the Gryffindor, waiting for Harry to snap out of whatever he was in. When Harry didn't seem to snap out of his daze, and the screams only worsened, Draco began calling his name.

"Harry? Harry wake up. Snap out of it. There's no Uncle Vernon here or anything." Draco quickly forgot how extremely pissed his was at the other boy, now intent on just getting Harry to come back to reality.

After a few minutes of Draco's talking and gentle slaps, Harry opened his eyes to find himself face-to-face with a certain blonde Slytherin.

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"Draco?" Harry asked feebly. Draco's eyes softened for the briefest of moments before they turned hard and cold with anger. Draco got up off of Harry before glaring back down at him.

"Don't mistake what just happened for me caring about you. You were fucked up and I didn't want to end up with a crazy Potter on my hands. I woke you up from your daze so I could tell you this. I loathe you, now, more than ever. What you did to me just now is beyond redemption. I can never forgive you for making me think I had to reveal extremely personal information to you. You are a fucking monster Harry. I really truly hate you."

With that said, Draco quickly turned and stormed from the room, easily disarming the locking spells with all the rage-filled magic pouring out of his body. Harry stayed on the floor, realizing what he had done.

How the fuck did I think that was a good idea? I'm such an asshole. I just wanted to know what had happened to him. I…care about him, I guess. How is he ever going to forgive me? I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't.

Harry sat there for nearly an hour, berating himself most of the time, while spending some time to try and figure out how he'd redeem himself for what he'd done. Harry realized it was now far past curfew and knew it was time to head back to the dorms.

He made his way down the astronomy tower and dragged his feet as he walked back to Gryffindor tower. Once he was there, he said the password reflexively, as he was now lost in his thoughts. He went up to his room and mechanically got undressed and went to bed.

Once in bed, he tried to sleep, but couldn't. He had been such an asshole. He stayed up a good few hours longer cursing himself for being so stupid and selfish.

He woke up the next morning after getting a mere one hour of sleep. Needless to say he wished more than ever it was a Saturday. But, alas, it was only Tuesday.

Harry kept to himself the whole day, still lost in his thoughts. Though today he thought more about how Draco admitted he had been tortured because he's gay, and less about how huge a prick he was for doing that to Draco.

Harry thought long and hard about that, but reluctantly went back to more pressing matters; gaining the Slytherin's trust and friendship, or, at least, getting to the point of Draco not wanting to kill Harry.

After thinking all day about it, resulting in detentions in every class, and two in potions, Harry had it. He knew what he had to do to win back Draco. Now he just had to put his plan into action.