Don't Ask; Don't Tell

By: Takara R. M.

Summary: It's Seventh year…. Harry wants to be with the one he loves... especially for theValentine's Day Dance… but there's a slight problem: society is homophobic. Miracle: It's a song-fic! HPDM, slash...

Author's Note: hehehe… a song fic… . If you have heard the song (you have to have heard the song….. it's a must! Everyone should hear it! .) (I guess it's ok if you haven't either. .) and you have any suggestions… feel free to post them in your review! Cheers!

Disclaimer: This is very demeaning! No… I do not own Harry Potter or anything for either the books or movies! And I do not own the song! It's from the musical Zanna Don't. I suggest you all go see it… or at least get the sound track! Jai Rodriguez (from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy) is the main character:tear: why did he have to be gay? Oh why:sniffles:

:D I did have to change a line or two in the beginning of the song! But that is it!

Genres: Romance, Humor (a little)

Rating: Only rated PG-13! Can you believe it! No Bunny Action! Hehehe…

WARNINGS: OOC-ness (I think there is a little bit in here….), Dangerous Muse, Slowly click away... (laughing… you do not want to know who my muse is!).

Chapter One: That It How I Kiss You.

Can I do this?

Don't ask.

Can I think this?

Don't tell.

Can I feel this?

Don't say anything;
We both know very well…

But if I feel this

Don't ask.

I want to tell you.

Don't tell.

I want to say to you

Don't say anything;

Just what this is.

We both know very well.

Harry walked silently down the corridor, his two friends chatting next to him. It was hard, to be Harry – Bloody – Potter and a Gryffindor as well. I should have let the sorting hat put me in Slytherin.

During their little conversation, Hermione had kept an eye on Harry. She noticed him withdraw slowly from the social world and, as is her nature, she was worried. Ever since the end of their fifth year, Hermione started watching her friend closely. Now in the middle of their seventh year, she had yet to figure her friend out and Harry was especially distant this year.

Today, Fate decided to let her in on a little secret….

If I pass you in the hall,
And I turn my eyes away;

Down the hallway, coming toward them, was none other than Draco Malfoy. Hermione watched as Harry and Malfoy made eye contact. Malfoy's eyes were so sad that Hermione felt herself nearly come to tears.

As the two boys passed each other, she noticed that they purposefully moved to allow enough space for a person to walk between them, when, if they had kept on their original paths, they would have surely bumped shoulders.

A tear made its way down Hermione's cheek, all thoughts of the conversation she was having with Ron disappeared. Harry had turned his head when Malfoy went by him and Hermione got a good look at his eyes. If possible, they were even sadder than the Slytherin's.

That is how I'll kiss you.

"Hey, Herm! You ok?" Hermione nodded her head, not wanting Ron to see her cry.

"You sure?"

Hermione nodded her head again and sighed gratefully when she stepped through the door into their next class.

Since that first chance moment, Hermione had made a startling discovery: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were intentionally avoiding each other. The more she watched, the more convinced she became. But what puzzled her were the looks of longing and sadness that the boys shared. It was almost as if they were two lovers unable to be together.

Hermione snapped her head up from the book she was reading and stared across the Gryffindor common room at the dark-haired boy sitting before the hearth. The flames cast shadows upon his face, increasing the sense of sorrow etched in it. Could Harry actually be in love? Could he be in love with Malfoy?

Hermione swore she would find out the truth and bring Harry out of his depression. It was the least she could do…as a friend.

Harry's POV

She's looking at me again. Does she know? Why does she look at me with those big, sad, calculating eyes of hers?

Sigh. What am I going to do? Everyone is expecting me to ask Ginny to the Valentines' dance, but I don't want to. Even Dumbledore and the other professors are bugging me about it! Sigh. I don't even like girls that way. And Ginny? She's like a little sister.

Oh no. Here comes Ron. Quick! Look for a place to hide!

Too late.

"Hey there mate!" He puts his arm on my shoulder. "So, whatcha been up to today? Anything exciting happen?"

I hate how he always leads up to popping the question the same way.

"No. Just another day."

He gives me one of those very quick disappointed looks hoping that I don't catch it, but I do.

"Have you asked anyone to the dance yet?"

Sigh. Here we go.

"No. Have you asked Hermione yet?"

His face turns a deep red, almost matching his hair.

"Not yet. I'm waiting for the right time."

"You should hurry up and find the right time, I hear that one of the Ravenclaws has his heart set on going with her."

It's usually easy to distract him. Unfortunately, it seems as if I can't do so this time.

"Yes well, I'm sure she can handle herself." He is so dense sometimes. "But what about you, mate? You haven't asked anyone?"

Damn persistent bugger.

"No."

"You know," don't say it! Please don't! "My sister Ginny is currently free." Damn.

"I know."

Ron gives me one of his "I know you like her" looks. He couldn't be more wrong.

"Say, did you do that essay for Sprout yet?" I cut in before he can go on.

"Bloody hell! I forgot. Thanks mate." Yes! He's gone!

After Ron turns to leave, I notice a blond-haired boy – no, man – heading in my direction. How I wish I could run my fingers through those silky locks of his. My heart begins to beat faster as he comes closer. I catch a glance of his eyes, just as longing as mine. But of course, we turn our heads away as he passes. This time as we pass, I whisper …. "A kiss."

That is how I'll kiss you.

Hermione POV

There it was again. I swear I saw it! They looked at each other and then purposefully looked away without exchanging any insults. Wait, when was the last time they even spoke to each other?

Thinking.

It must have been at the beginning of the year. But that was five months ago! How could I have not seen it in all this time…

Oh no….I think he saw me looking again. I hope he doesn't get mad.

Sigh. They must truly be in love. It's the only explanation that I can come up with. And the way that they ignore each other… must be because they know that their relationship would be forbidden. Tear. Oh, Merlin. My poor Harry.

Another tear falls. This is so sad. The more I think of them together, the more perfect couple I see. All of their flaws are made up in the other. It's beautiful.

But then, even if they are perfect for each other, Harry is expected to be with Ginny, and Mal – Draco is expected to be with Pansy. More tears fall.

"Herm."

I wish there was something I could do.

"Hermione."

They must be suffering so much. I need to do something!

"Hermione!"

What? Oh. It's Ron.

"Yes, Ron?" Sniffle.

"Are you ok?" He's got that worried look again. I sigh. I know he likes me, but, I don't know!

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I turn and walk away. I can't stand to be near him now. All I can think about is Harry and Draco being together like they deserve to be. But of course, if being gay is frowned upon in the muggle community, it is ten times worse in the wizarding community.

Draco's POV

That Granger girl is staring at me again. She's been doing that all week and it's starting to get on my nerves.

Sigh. There's Harry. Beautiful, wonderful Harry. My Harry. Yes, mine. Oh how I just want to hold him in my arms… I will not cry here in front of people. It is not Draco-like. I laugh mentally. Draco-like! Ha! Not Malfoy-like, not Death Eater-like; Draco-like. Draco, me.

Harry was the first to see the real me. That blessed night in the secret tower. I had thought I was the only one who knew about it. There I was, no tears, just looking out the window sighing and Harry came in. I don't remember who was more shocked.

We didn't say anything to each other, simply stayed silent for a time. The next thing I know, Harry's embracing me and I'm crying at the unfairness of the world. Harry was crying too.

That was when I had my first kiss. Yes, it was my first and the only real kiss since.

That was five months ago.

Now, we kiss each other everyday, though, in the only way that we can.

Oh, look! There he is now. So perfect, so dark. Hm, another kiss? Yes. He here comes.

I watch him coming near me; our eyes connect. At the last second, we turn our heads away and I can hear him say, "A kiss."

Next time, it's my turn.

That is how I'll kiss you.

TBC

That's the first part…. Second part coming as soon as I get those pretty little cadies… aka: reviews! They're candy for us writers and we need the sugar to stimulate our minds and imaginations! So….. GIVE!