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Chapter Six – Prefect Duty

The next few weeks continued very much like this for Harry and so therefore he had become more agitated and angry. This had then led to him officially giving up on eating; it just got in the way and took up valuable time that he could be using for his extra subjects (i.e. potions, occlumency and defence against the dark arts). However, he did have the odd bit of bread and a glass of pumpkin juice now and again, just to keep his strength up. Hermione and Ron tried to talk to him but nothing ever came of it, as he was being as stubborn as James or Sirius would have been, you could tell they'd rubbed off on him.

Remus had approached him about it but he had just let Remus' words wash over him, Harry felt he didn't need that kind of talk now. Although he thought that the muscles he was developing would lead people to leave him he alone and lay off him about eating he hoped. All the wounds on his back were healing nicely, the training wasn't opening them anymore as his body had gotten used to this new exercise but some still left scars but nothing too major.

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So far it had been an ordinary Saturday morning until Katie Bell came running up to him shouting, 'I GOT IT HARRY, ME! MY LAST YEAR AND I GOT IT!'

'Got what Katie?' Harry enquired quite confused.

'Gryffindor Quidditch Captain!'

'Wow, that's brilliant, congratulations. That is, I don't know if I'm on the team….'

'What? Of course you are, we need you so we can kick some Slytherin arse. So first match versus Slytherin this Saturday, so training tomorrow – be there!'

Harry, Ron and Hermione all chuckled. Katie smiled back at them and started to walk away when Ron stopped her and began to say, 'What about…'

Katie interrupted him, 'Yes, we need you too Ron.'

Ron turned back to smile a very lop sided smile at Harry and Hermione, Hermione beamed back at him, her eyes glowing with pride and Harry gave him a small smile and a chuckle.

'When are they going to realise they're meant for each other?' He wondered.

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Later on that night Harry was alone in the boy's dormitory changing for bed when he was surprised as someone he hadn't expected barged in and therefore Harry didn't manage to cover up his back in time for the person not to see him.

'Harry! When? Why?' Ron shouted accusingly. Harry firstly thought he was talking about the scars and wounds but they weren't very noticeable anymore, so it must have been the tattoos that had caught Ron's attention, 'Well you can hardly miss them I suppose,' thought Harry.

'Because they're me,' Harry answered, but he hadn't finished and his voice became louder too, 'They're fucking well me, well all that's left anyway!' Ron looked slightly taken a back with the spitefulness of Harry's tone. However, that was the only answer Harry knew, they were him and that's all he could say, nothing else would express his feelings.

'So how many do you have?'

'Four. Ron, you wont tell anyone will you? Only Dumbledore and you know.' Harry didn't think it would be best to tell Ron about Malfoy, not now anyway.

Ron looked stunned, 'Me and Dumbledore? How…how?'

'You know Dumbledore, I didn't tell or show him, he just knew. There is also something else I think you should know……' Harry trailed off.

Ron looked quizzically at Harry, almost giving him the once over, (which gave Harry a weird sensation that travelled down his spine) to see if he could see any other tattoos Harry had failed to mention or possible piercings.

Harry liked the idea of Ron looking him up and down but said nothing until Ron broke the silence obviously having satisfied himself that it could be nothing too drastic.

'Oh how wrong he is,' Harry chuckled to himself.

'Go on, hit me with it.'

Harry laughed a high, cruel laugh that took Ron by surprise.

'I've waited for 2 months to tell you but now it's come to it I don't know if I can, but I must, I must. Bugger me, I think I'm beginning to sound like Dumbledore!'

'Well at least you don't sound like Malfoy!' Ron laughed thinking he'd made quite a good joke but Harry was silent, silently thinking.

'Draco, the mysterious Draco Malfoy, who on the outside seems to me to be cold and calculating but I can see, I can see, he does have feelings, he does have a heart, I know he does.'

Harry shook himself from his thoughts and blurted out, 'RonI'mgay.'

'Sorry Harry? Did you just say that, that……that you're…'

'That I'm gay, yes I did,' Harry repeated calmly.

'Oh.'

'Oh? That's all you've got to say?' Harry retorted, surprised while angry at the same time.

'Bloody hell Harry, do you realise this is a bit of a shock. I mean, I thought I knew you… I thought I knew everything about you, then this evening……these events. I think I'm going to go to sleep. Night.' Ron answered and pulled his bed hangings closed.

Harry sighed deeply. 'Great. Absolutely fucking fabulous, I knew I should have kept this to myself, I know I should have at least told Hermione first. I knew it. I thought he could handle it, he's going to hate me now, I bet he's homophobic – just my luck.' Harry shook his head in disbelief, but he plucked up the courage to say to Ron, 'Well mate, I'm not standing in your way anymore, go after her, you know you want to.'

Ron heard Harry but didn't reply, smiles crept over both boys' faces – Ron's a big, cheesy grin, while Harry's was thin, more sombre and sad.

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The next morning however, took a different turn of events, Harry decided that he couldn't keep treating Ron and Hermione in the way that he had been over the past weeks, they wouldn't know about the trauma that he had suffered, but that was still no reason to take it out on them.

'They are my best friends and have always been there for me over the past 6 years, so I really must lighten up.' Harry thought.

Harry then told Hermione what Ron had found out the previous night. All Hermione could do was grin and all she said to him when he told her was, 'I knew, I knew it,' over and over again.

Ron started to get hungry, so he headed to the portrait to leave the common room only to turn around and find Harry whispering into Hermione's ear, which caused her to shriek and giggle endlessly. When she calmed down she mentioned to Harry, 'Well I now know we both agree on something new and something that I thought we'd never agree on!'

'Hey! What's the joke?' Ron enquired.

'You sure you want to know Ron?' Harry asked. Ron nodded, so Harry continued, 'We were both agreeing on how gorgeous your hair looked today and how you have the most divine and cute arse!' And with that Harry and Hermione walked out of the common room leaving a stunned Ron standing open mouthed at the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room. He hadn't completely got used to the idea of Harry's 'news'.

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It was dinner time and Harry was sitting quietly at the Gryffindor table, not eating but content. He was half listening to Hermione and Ron bicker about S.P.E.W on his right side and the other half of him was thinking. He was thinking to himself again, 'this really is becoming a bad habit of mine, thinking and not eating, oh well, not much that I'm going to do about it.'

Dumbledore rose from his seat and the Hall became deadly quiet; you could hear a pin drop. 'I have an announcement directed at the School Prefects to say that your Prefect Duty shall now commence as of next week, you shall go round in pairs patrolling the school for any rule breakers,' Dumbledore cast a knowing look round the Great Hall, 'each pair,' he continued, 'will have their own night, all nights will be covered except for Sunday night, the night of rest for you all.'

Dumbledore started to read the pairs out, of who would be partnered with whom, Harry didn't hear much until Dumbledore said, 'Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy Tuesday night from 8-11pm. Now a warning to the rest of the school, these prefects have the power to deduct points if you are found wandering round the castle after hours. So be warned. Thank you that will be all. Please continue with the meal.'

Harry sat astounded, him and Draco Malfoy? He glanced over to the Slytherin table to try and spot Malfoy to see his reaction but not being able to see Malfoy after 5 minutes of searching Harry gave up and left the Great Hall. He left with, 'Me and Malfoy? Me and Malfoy? Me and arsehole? Me and Malfoy? Me and Mr I'm so terribly good looking, which I suppose he is. What? Did I just admit that? Man I am going crazy,' running through his head over and over again, as if he was a broken tape recorder.

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Harry was diving and diving fast, the wind rushing in his hair, the snitch was a few inches from his hand, the tips of his fingers were brushing its shiny, gold surface……when it changed direction with the wind and soared off to the right.

'Fuck. Damn,' Harry swore at himself.

'Oh dear Potter,' Harry turned to see Malfoy a few feet higher in the air, with a smirk plastered across his face. 'Loosing your touch?'

'Never Malfoy, never.' Then Harry saw it, the little golden ball fluttering by the back of the right hand side of Malfoy's head. He slowly moved further up to face Malfoy, his emerald green eyes darting between Malfoy's own silver grey orbs and the golden ball to the right. Harry continued to move forward, slowly Malfoy's smirk turned to a look of shock as Harry advanced forward towards him. Malfoy must have thought Harry was going to do something to damage Slytherin's chances and attack him, which was probably very reasonable, but he still didn't move.

This must have looked very strange to observers to the two because now they were basically side by side the wind tearing at their hair ruffling up Malfoy's and making Harry's a complete mess. Then Harry leaned forward looking as if he was about to kiss Malfoy, Malfoy looked purely petrified and at the last minute Harry moved to the right side and whispered in Malfoy's ear in a menacing tone, 'Never.' He chuckled his hand closing round the small snitch, then muttered, 'You know Malfoy, you really should keep your hair like that, it really does a lot for you.' By now Harry's hand was firmly clamped round the snitch; holding the snitch in his hand, taking his broom upwards allowing the spectators to see it while leaving Malfoy down by the ground.

The glorious words of, 'GRYFFINDOR WINS – 200 points to 80 points!' Came from Dean Thomas' mouth as he repeatedly shouted out the score to the enormous cheers of the Gryffindors. Harry moved quickly to the ground and into the changing rooms, he didn't want to face them all yet. He didn't want the attention from them, it would be too much. All those people surrounding him, the claustrophobia, the pressure to do well again, to be someone he didn't know how to be, to be someone he didn't want to be. Harry's breathing became short and sharp as it pinched the back of his throat, making him choke. Harry fell against the wall and slide down it, his head between his knees, he really would have to start eating again soon, when someone exited the changing rooms.

'Please, please be a Gryffindor…' Harry wished silently.

'Potter?' Came the reply.

'Noooo!' Harry cried in his head, not looking up, he didn't want to se the face of Draco Malfoy looking at him, so he got up abruptly causing him to swerve sideways. Harry regained his balance, looked beyond Malfoy and marched past him mentioning as casually as possible, 'See you Tuesday Malfoy.'

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Harry was standing by the stairs in the entrance hall waiting for Malfoy. It was 8.15 and it wasn't surprising for Harry that Malfoy was late.

'He just wants to make an entrance and a point, typical Malfoy. Just wants to show he can't be pushed around by me or even teachers.'

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by oncoming footsteps, 'Malfoy,' Harry immediately thought. He turned his head in the direction of the oncoming footsteps, 'full marks for me.' Malfoy's hair glowed in the fire light making it seem as if there was a halo round the top of his head. 'How ironic!' Harry chuckled.

'Come on then Potter, I don't have all night.'

'Sorry but I have your time until 11pm I'm afraid, every Tuesday night. Aren't I lucky!' Harry finished sarcastically.

Malfoy didn't answer he just walked on, the silence Harry received cut through him like a knife. He just walked on, looking out for any rule breakers, Malfoy seemed to have gone into a trance, just walking, not noticing anyone who passed him let alone detecting Harry walking subdued behind him.

'What is it about him that makes him think he's so special? Is it because he's the son of Voldemort's right-hand man, a future deatheater, who I could end up killing in the final battle. Is that the destiny that I want for myself, to be a murderer? Is that the destiny I want for someone, even Malfoy, to have……the possibility of being killed. That is a destiny I wouldn't wish on anyone, not after what I've experienced. That's just not fair but then I suppose life isn't fair, it's just fairer than death, so no one deserves to be killed, especially as I don't want to be the killer.'

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They walked for the next 2 hours in silence, passing door after door, secret passage after secret passage, not uttering a word to one another, in complete and absolute deadly silence, with just the sound of their footsteps hitting the ground. It was terribly dull; everyone had obviously decided to be good for that night, which made their job extremely dull. This made Harry think of the old days with Hermione, Ron, Hagrid and Sirius, a smile crept to his face at the remembrance of his Godfather.

'Yes Potter, I know I'm handsome. There's no need to smile about it.'

'What Malfoy? What the fuck are you on about?'

'Woah! Golden Boy isn't as golden and perfect as the world thinks!'

'What would you know? I haven't been perfect for a very long time, it's just that no one took the time to realise and anyway that disappeared when I appreciated……' Harry paused and he was sure he saw Malfoy look at him expectantly, 'something.'

'Oh great answer, you left me waiting and 'something' is all you can come up with? That's pitiful Potter, even for you,' Malfoy said spitefully.

'You know nothing about the real world Malfoy, you're just a child when it comes to it, a naïve little boy, who knows nothing.' Malfoy tried to speak but Harry silenced him instinctively by placing his hand on Malfoy's moist lips and staring sharply down at him. 'You've grown up with comforts, money and a family, your whole life. You've been waited on hand and foot, everything you've wanted, I remember the first time I met you, 'I think I'll bully Father into getting me one (broom) and I'll smuggle it in somehow.' Harry mimicked. 'And do you know what Malfoy, you really haven't changed that much, have you?'

Harry brought his hand away from Malfoy's mouth, grazing his index finger along Malfoy's jawbone while a single small tear fell from his eye, Malfoy stood there speechless with an almost vulnerable look on his face. Both boys were so intent on staring at each other and on the monologue that Harry had just reeled off they didn't observe two Ravenclaw 5th Years creep past trying to get back to their common room.

'I think Potter,' Malfoy started once he had regained his voice, 'you are the naïve one here, things change or don't you bloody realise that, time changes so people change and so do circumstances.'

'Oh trust me I know that. I bloody well know that all of that changes – every year my circumstances have changed and so have the people around me, which is probably due to my actions. Then up until the end of last year I didn't change, I was always Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived and Dumbledore's pet, I was what people wanted me to be, well you know what, this year, I changed too.'

'I noticed,' muttered Malfoy. 'Oh I fucking well noticed.' He then spoke more loudly so Harry could definitely hear him, 'I want to change Potter, believe it or not, I don't want to conform to what my Father wants me to be, I'm sure you know what I'm going on about,' Malfoy looked up at Harry's now, stony green eyes, they were serious and almost cold. Malfoy was looking into a green version of his own eyes. He continued, 'That letter, it gave me certain information and a certain task but I can't do it, not after what I saw……' he trailed off and then whispered, 'it happened to me too.'

Harry's eyes widened in shock, he felt a weird kind of compassion for this blonde haired Slytherin in front of him, something that he'd told himself he'd never feel, especially since his discovered his sexuality.

'Woah, this is the same guy who has made your life a misery for the past 5 years…… What is going on here?' He pondered to himself still looking Malfoy directly in the eyes, not wanting to break this connection they had.

'It's 11pm,' Malfoy broke Harry's thoughts and their connection.

'Yeah, so it is,' Harry replied.

That was it, the end, they walked their separate ways to be once again enemies, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, with nothing in common. To the rest of the school, this never happened.

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I hope that's a better chapter, and more to people's liking. I would really appreciate some reviews with criticism or praise! Whichever.

CinderBrat – Thanks, I have tried to include and show what you said, hope it works and I now hope the story has improved for you. Also sorry, but it's going to be a slash, not all SEX SEX SEX but a m/m pairing, the next fan fic I write, I promise won't be.

Well that's all for now, please r/r, I'll update ASAP. Lelimo.