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Harry sat in his room, and stared at the wall across him for hours. He didn't want to eat. He didn't want to sleep. All he wanted was Draco, but that was the one thing he couldn't have. He knew, of course he knew, that everything between them was physical, but he didn't care. Now, he had to figure out how to put something emotional between them. Maybe then everything would be okay… Except, Draco didn't want to see him anymore, so how could Harry do that?

"Harry?" Ron asked, coming into the room. Harry ignored him, deciding the spot on the wall was far more interesting

He could hear someone following up behind Ron, which he guessed to be Hermione. "Harry?" she asked. "Oh, c'mon, Harry, please talk to us." The pair came in the room further and sat at the end of Harry's bed, blocking Harry's view of the rather pretty wall.

"Yeah, what's wrong, mate?" Ron asked. "You're barely sleeping or eating. And, I know you hate potions, but you've never skipped that class on purpose before."

"Congratulations, you officially sound like Hermione, Ron," Harry replied sarcastically.

Hermione shot a glare at him. "Like it or not, Harry, we worry about you. We only want to help."

"You can't help, Hermione," he said, glumly.

"Why?"

"There's nothing you can fix. It's over," he said, his voice cracking on his last sentence. He could feel tears emerging, and he bit his lip as he tried to stop them. Although, he was successful in stopping the tears, Ron and Hermione weren't fooled.

"You can cry, Harry. It's only us here," Hermione said gently.

Harry shook his head, saying that he wouldn't cry. "It's over, you guys. I'll be around more because it's over. All over."

"Whatever happened, Harry, doesn't mean you're here more often. You've been in your dorm for most of the week. You're lucky I didn't drag you to class," she joked half-heartedly. "Sorry, that was inappropriate."

Harry smiled at her. "It's okay. I haven't been much of a friend lately. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Ron said. "I just wish you'd tell us why you haven't been around much."

"I… I was… seeing someone," Harry said.

"Who?"

Harry shook his head again. "It doesn't matter anymore. We were moving too fast, and this person called it off."

"What exactly happened?" Hermione asked.

Harry could feel the blush creep into his cheeks. He didn't want to tell Hermione what happened because all that happened were really physical things, and well… They were physical things with a guy. They still thought he was straight, and he didn't know how to tell him his true sexuality just yet.

In response, Harry shook his head again for the umpteenth time. A sigh escaped from Hermione's lips. "Harry, we can't help you if you don't talk."

"I never asked for your help!" Harry said, feeling his anger burning in his stomach. What gave them the right to just come inside and demand to know everything in his life? He never bothered Hermione about Krum, or Ron's "relationship" with Lavender. Really, what gave them the right?

"We're your friends, Harry! We have the right to be concerned!"

"Well, don't be concerned! I just want to be left alone, okay! Is that too much to ask for?" Hermione looked as if she was about to say something, but Harry cut her off.

"Did I ever bug you about Krum?" he asked rhetorically, and then turned to Ron, "Or Lavender? No. So, all I ask is to be left alone!"

"But—"

"No."

Hermione finally shut her mouth in defeat. "Well, if you want to talk to us…"

"I know where to find you," he replied.

She nodded and took Ron's hand in hers, and they left the dorm room together. Harry lay back down on his bed and sighed. They had the right intentions, but they could be so annoying sometimes! Hermione's too nosy for her own good… She could make a great detective someday…

Now he began to wonder, should he tell them? Hermione could help him win Draco back because she has a knack for analyzing people. She'd be amazing for help unless she didn't care. She hates Draco, so that might mean that even if she wanted Harry to be happy, that didn't mean she'd help.

And Ron? Ron might be understanding about his sexuality, but not about who he wanted to be with. Harry didn't think Ron would understand his pining for Draco, especially since the Weasley's and Malfoys were old rivals. Ron's hatred ran deep, and something like that doesn't just go away. Except, his deep loathing of Draco just melted away, but he figured that happened because they focused all their energy into snogging instead of insulting. One thing's for sure: Ron wasn't about to snog Draco, or vice versa. Not that Harry would let them anyway.

However, he did need Hermione's help, as much as he hated admitting it. He had no idea what Draco could possibly find romantic, and it didn't help that Harry wasn't romantic in any way. He took a deep breath to prepare himself, and walked out of the dorm room and into the commons.

"Hey, Hermione," Harry said, "Can I talk with you?"

"Yeah, sure, Harry," she said, cheering up a bit seeing that Harry left his bed for the first time that day. Progress was being made!

Harry jerked his head to the side, meaning he wanted to leave the Gryffindor Tower to talk. Hermione stood up to follow Harry, and Ron did the same. It wasn't until they were by the portrait that Harry noticed Ron there.

With a pained look on his face, Harry continued to say, "Ron… Could I just talk to Hermione alone?" He didn't want to hurt Ron's feelings, but he couldn't figure out Ron's possible reaction. He knew the old saying where if they can't accept you for who you really are, then they didn't really like you in the first place, and therefore, they didn't deserve you. But, Harry didn't want any more drama, especially with people he considered one of his best friends.

Ron seemed surprised and a tad hurt, but nodded and waved bye. He then turned around and walked back into the commons to finish whatever he was doing previously.

Without a word more, Harry began walking quickly, and Hermione nearly had to run to keep up. "Where are we going?" she asked.

No answer.

She did keep following, however.

Minutes later, Harry led her outside next the huge lake beside the school. The cold air seeped through their clothes, and the trees were still bare. Snow still stood on the ground, slowly mixing with the permeable dirt.

Hermione watched her friend uneasily, not quite knowing what to expect, and if she'd even like the conversation she assumed they were about to have. No, she didn't like being uncertain at all, and this situation didn't help.

And finally, Harry parted his lips to begin talking.

"I don't know an easy way to say this, so I'm just going to be blunt. I'm… gay," he admitted, looking anywhere else besides her eyes. His cheeks and stomach burned now that his secret had come out.

"Harry, look at me."

He slowly turned his head to meet her eyes, and she gave him a warm smile. "You don't have to be embarrassed," she said, holding her hand up to touch his cheek. Then, she lowered her hand, and her smile faltered. "You're afraid to tell Ron, aren't you?"

"Yes," he whispered.

Hermione decided not to press any further on that subject, much to Harry's relief because he wanted to talk to her about another matter. "The person I was seeing…"

"Was a guy?"

"Not just any guy… Draco."

Her eyes widened. "You mean Draco Malfoy? Malfoy, Draco? Draco Malfoy?"

"Do we know any other Draco? It's not exactly a common name."

"H-How did this happen?"

"The day after the party."

"Why couldn't you tell me?" she asked, disbelievingly.

"It was Draco Malfoy! I didn't know how you'd react!"

She started breathing deeply as if to calm herself down. "I'll talk to you about that later, but I want to know why you're telling me this now instead of before or later or ever at all!"

"Well, we broke up…"

"I figured as much, but why are you telling me this?"

"Because I was hoping you'd help us get back together…." he said, looking down at his feet.

"And, how would I do that?" she asked, her voice still sounding angry, which Harry didn't want at all. He was beginning to think he shouldn't have told her, but he needed her. It was a vicious cycle.

"You see… We moved too fast, and ended too fast, and even after all that, I think we could've been good together," he said quietly, a tear falling from his eye. "We could've had something, but I never got to find out if it could go anywhere. He wouldn't give me another chance."

The look in Hermione's eyes softened when she saw that tear. She didn't want Harry to be hurt; he's already been through so much. "And, what do I have to do with all of this?" she asked.

"I think you've noticed that I'm not very romantic," he admitted. "I was hoping that since you're good at analyzing people, that you could tell me what he'd think is romantic, so I could win him back."

"That's a big favor you're asking, Harry," she said truthfully. She didn't even like Draco, and didn't even want him near her friends. Although, she wouldn't be much of a friend if she put such a selfish want before the happiness of her friends, would she? If Draco made Harry happy, then he couldn't be so horrible, right? "I'll try my best," she said finally. "But, I've never had to analyze Malfoy before, so I can't guarantee that anything I come up with would be any help."

"Anything would help," Harry said with slight desperation in his voice.

"Alright then," she said. "Let's come up with a plan to win Draco back."

A/N: I'd like to thank all my past reviewers before I go on to say some other important things…

Okay, so I'm dreadfully sorry it's been so long since my last update. This chapter is the longest one yet, so I hope you're happy with that.

I've also been thinking about this story and what's going to happen. I –think- that, at most, this story will be about ten chapters long.

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