He's electric
Can't forget it
Yeah he's electric
Don't forget it

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Harry was proud to say that, three weeks later, he wasn't nervous anymore. His mind and body quickly adjusted to the crowds of people. Once he settled in, he was fine. Ron and Hermione hadn't left his side once, well, except, you know, to go to their classes. They only had two classes all together – Chemistry. They obviously ate lunch together and went to each other's houses on the weekend. They'd go to Hermione's home a lot – for study. Ron and Harry, however, would be too busy goofing off to actually study though.

Like now.

"Can you guys be mature…ever?"

"Uh – no."

Harry laughed at Ron's response and Ron went back to telling Harry about the time he stuck a mouse in Pansy Parkinson's skirt a few months back. Pansy Parkinson: there were a few choice words Harry could use to describe her. Slut, whore, bitch, ugly. The list could go on and on. She definitely wasn't the nicest participant in the school, for sure. Harry had had a run in with her one too many times. It happened in first period. Ever since his first day, Draco's easel had been situation next to his and Pansy's next to Draco. It was obvious that the girl liked Draco – immensely.

Anyway, he had been minding his own business – imagine that! Harry minding his own business! Shocking – and she had come over and "accidentally" pushed him into his easel. His shirt had been soaked with paint due to the paintbrush that had been in his hand at the time. He had been irate of course but he didn't really do anything about it. What could he do? He wouldn't start a fight. He wasn't like that but, boy, did he want to. Draco, however, didn't take her shit like Harry was going to. He practically bit her head off, irritated look on his features, and she had run off on the brink of tears when he was through with her.

Then he had helped Harry clean up.

"Hey, I have an extra shirt. C'mon."

Neither spoke for a little bit on the way to Draco's locker. Harry didn't talk because, well, Draco was good looking. Harry didn't talk to good looking boys. Well, ones that he was attracted to anyway. "Sorry about Pansy. She's a royal pain in my ass. Not in a life affirming way either." It took Harry a moment to actually register the words. 'Not in a life affirming way either.' Harry had a feeling that he knew what Draco was hinting at but he didn't say anything. He brushed the statement off as if it were nothing. As if he hadn't heard it.

"It's ok. It's not your fault, anyway."

The two stopped at Draco's locker. Harry's mind was still pondering over the simple statement that Draco had made. 'Not in a life affirming way either.' So…was Draco simply letting Harry know he was…gay? Harry decided that this may be correct but he was still not going to say anything about it. He couldn't bring up the subject. Not if he wanted to become a stuttering, blushing nervous wreck again. Harry watched as Draco slung open the locker door and reached inside. He pulled back to reveal a new starch shirt.

"Here ya go."

"Thanks. I really appreciate this."

"No problem – you owe me."

That had been a week ago. Harry tuned back into the present time. Ron was still rambling about how Pansy had nearly died of heart attack. "Too bad she didn't." Hermione 'tsked' at Harry's words but Harry ignored her. He was sure Hermione felt the same way. Pansy was just as mean, if not worst, to Hermione as she was to everyone else. It was like Pansy got off on making Hermione's life miserable. Pansy taunted her about her frizzy hair, being a nerd, being this and being that. Harry concluded that Pansy was just jealous.

After Ron finished the grand story Harry crawled up onto the bed and settled in next to Hermione whose face was hidden in a book. Ron did the same, taking out a stress ball and throwing it up in the air over and over again. Harry cleared his throat, "Mione?" Hermione took the time to take her face out of the book, eyebrow raised. Harry knew she didn't like being interrupted when she was studying but, he really had burning questions that he'd love to have answered. Assuming that they were answerable by her. "Do you know Draco Malfoy?" Ron made an odd sound and Harry looked over at him questioningly.

Ron only shrugged.

"…Yeah, I do. He's very,"

Ron interrupted, "GAY!"

"Ronald! You say as if it's a bad thing. It's not. It's just who he is. So, I suggest you get over yourself and get over it. He's been gay since we first met him. You should be used to it."

He shrugged, "I didn't say it as if it were bad. I'm just not fond of it. Or him."

Hermione ignored him, "Why do you ask, Harry?" Harry just shrugged. So, Draco hadn't just been joking. He had been serious. Draco Malfoy was gay. Harry was glad he got that question out of the way. "W-well, he's nice is all." Hermione offered him a weird look, eyebrow still raised in question. She slowly closed her book and kept it on her lap, hands folded on top of it. "Harry…is there something you need to…tell us?"

"W-what?"

"I just mean, Harry, that…if you're…gay then it's ok. We don't mind. I mean, everyone's honest here, Harry so…if you are…then it'd be nice if you'd tell us."

Shit. SHITSHITSHIT.

It wasn't that he was ashamed. It's just that…he didn't want to just come out and say it. Though, it'd probably make things a lot better if he did.

"S-sure. Yeah. I am."

"I knew it."

Ron nodded, "You were right all along, Mione."

"I know."

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"Here's your shirt back."

The next morning, Friday, Harry strode into the art room ten minutes early. Draco was already there, sitting on top of a table, headphones over his ears and flipping through a magazine. Harry shyly made his way over to the table, one hand holding Draco's shirt and his other hand fiddling with the strap of his shoulder bag. His fingers always began to fiddle when he was around the blond. His cheeks also had a tendency to warm up a tad. He also couldn't really get himself to make any type of eye contact with Draco.

Harry cleared his throat but Draco didn't hear him. So, getting up the courage, Harry reached out and lightly touched the blond on the shoulder. Draco jumps, Harry guessed that he startled him, and the headphones were yanked off and the blond was turning his head to look over his shoulder. Draco immediately relaxed when he realized it was only Harry and a smile fell onto his mouth. Harry liked the boy's smile. It was warm, gentle. Attractive. Harry smiled back and held the folded, white lump in the blond's direction.

"Here's your shirt back."

"I let you borrow it last week."

He was joking. Harry could tell by the smile on his face. Harry returned the smile as Draco took the folded article out of his hand. "Well…I wanted to wash it for you. And…I kind of kept forgetting to bring it in. I would have gotten it to you sooner but…yeah…" Harry realized he was being a rambling idiot so he quickly clamped his mouth shut. Draco chuckled, sliding off the table to shove the shirt into his book bag. "It's ok, Harry, thanks." Harry quickly nodded, mumbling 'your welcome' under his breath and moving to go stand next to his easel before he could embarrass himself further.

Draco's hand wrapping around his wrist stopped him.

"Harry, wait."

"Y-yes?"

Draco's hand was warm and soft. Harry wondered if Draco was aware of Harry's pulse shooting skyward at the little contact. Harry sure as hell felt it. Heats heating up a bit, Harry slowly turned around. Draco's hand hadn't left his wrist yet and Harry was surprised he was allowing the hand to stay there. He wasn't a big fan of getting all…touchy feely and he wasn't one to allow someone to grab him the way Draco had – so suddenly – but he was letting it happen. It was strange. Harry wasn't sure what was wrong with him.

Draco's hand dropped Harry's wrist.

Harry still felt it though – burning.

"I was just curious if you wanted to do something this weekend. I mean, I know you're always hanging out with Hermione and Weas-Ron, but, we're friends too. And…friends, you know, hang out."

Harry snorted, suddenly amused.

"I know what friends do, Draco."

"Then what do you say?"

"I say…alright, sure."

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"Draco asked me to hang out this weekend."

"He asked you out on a date?"

Harry rolled his eyes over at Ron and shook his head. "No, you idiot. He asked if I wanted to hang out like you do. And I know you weren't asking me out all those times over the last three weeks." Ron quickly assured Harry that he hadn't been asking him out all those times. Hermione smiled, slightly amused at Ron's reaction. She turned back to Harry and finished swallowing her salad. "What are you guys gonna do?" Harry shrugged and took a bite out of his hamburger.

"No idea. He just asked."

"You better give me all the details."

"Hermione – you're acting like his…official fag hag or something. It's making me nauseas. Plus, Hermione, it's not even a date. Why would you want details?"

"I am his fag hag. I called it."

"Good – I didn't want it. Freak."

Harry shook his head, rolled his eyes and resumed to eating his lunch in comfortable silence. Ron ruined it. "Hermione, you still haven't answered my question. Why must you know the details of their…hanging out?" Hermione shrugged. "Because, I want to know what two attractive gay males, who are friends, do together when they hang out." Harry laughed slightly, shaking his head. "Mione, gay people are just like straight people. We don't…hang out differently, I don't think." Ron shook his head. "I guess we're about to find out. Tune in next week for the mind blowing outcome of two gay men hanging out together."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, Ronald."

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"Harry, there's a boy on the phone for you."

"Alright, coming!"

Harry strode out of his bathroom on Saturday afternoon, eyes slightly watery. He had just put in his contacts and, sometimes, it took his eyes a minute to adjust. Harry stole the hand out of Mrs. Figg's hand and held it up to his ear still trying to get his left eye to stop hurting. "Hello?" The sound of Draco's voice on the other end of the phone made him forget all about the pain in his left eye. It simply vanished. Or maybe his eye just had good timing but, whatever the reason for his now painless state, he was happy about it.

"Hey, Draco."

He casually ducked into his bedroom and away from Mrs. Figg's listening ears. Mrs. Figg knew that he was gay but she didn't necessarily need to know that a guy was asking to hang out other than Ron. She'd get the wrong idea and go into ballistics. It's not that she didn't want him to meet someone. She was just insanely protective over him and whatnot. "You still wanna hang out with me, right?" Harry nodded and then realized that Draco couldn't see it. "Yeah, of course." He heard a voice in the background. A woman's voice. "Hold on, mom, can't you see I'm on the phone?" Harry smiled slightly and waited.

"Sorry 'bout that."

"That's ok."

"You wanna meet later?"

"I, well, I don't have a car."

"I can pick you up."

Harry nodded and, again, realized that Draco wouldn't be able to see it. "That's fine." Harry quickly gave his address to the blond and while he did so, butterflies decided to make a neat little home in the pit of his stomach. "Wanna go to a movie?" When was the last time Harry had gone to the movies? Not in a long, long while. Harry sounded eager when he told Draco that he did want to see a movie. Draco laughed slightly and Harry liked the sound. "Do you like scary movies?" Harry thought for a moment. The last scary movie he had seen had been Scary Movie at Ron's house and he was sure Draco didn't mean that.

"Sure."

"Great. I'll pick you up in about an hour."

Harry walked back into the kitchen to hand the phone to Mrs. Figg. "Who was that?" Harry quickly told her it was Draco. "He's picking me up in an hour to got the movies." Harry waited for Mrs. Figg to get suspicious but, surprisingly, she didn't. "That sounds like fun. My friend, Sally, is coming over to pick me up in about twenty minutes. We're going to go out and have some coffee. It's been ages since I've done anything with her." Harry raised an eyebrow. He knew Sally – she was insanely nice – but she was kind of…well, odd. She had a weird obsession with cats and cheese. Old people.

"Alright, cool. When will you get back?"

"Who knows? For her age, Sally is quite the night owl."

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After Mrs. Figg left Harry busied himself with getting ready. As each second ticked away he grew more and more nervous. There was no reason to be nervous. It wasn't a big deal. They were just going to a movie. There wouldn't really be any talking involved the entire time they were together. Harry quickly pulled on a pair of black corduroy pants, a white polo shirt and red converse. His hair remained unkempt and shaggy around his ears. Mrs. Figg kept pestering him about getting it cut but, he liked his hair like this. The next ten minutes was spent with Harry walking back and forth in front of the door waiting.

He was only making himself more nervous.

A knock made him jump. When he opened it Draco stood there in all his perfect cleanliness. "Hi." Draco smiled, slightly amused. Harry guessed it was because of him. He was always shy after all. "Ready?" Harry quickly nodded and shut the door and, before leaving, locked it. He followed Draco outside and got into the passenger seat of Draco's jeep. He had expected Draco's car to be so much more…extravagant like Draco himself. Not a jeep. Harry liked the jeep though, don't get him wrong. Harry buckled in and, like always, his fingers began to fiddle with the strap across his chest. Draco buckled in and they were off.

"W-what are we seeing?"

"When a Stranger Calls."

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Harry learned something very informative tonight. He wasn't good at watching scary movies in dark rooms. He probably wasn't good at watching scary movies period. The movie had been beyond scary. Draco hadn't thought so but Harry on the other hand, did think so. Very much so. He didn't scream, though, which was good. The only reason he didn't scream though was because his face was smashed into Draco's arm the whole time. His hand, too, had been holding Draco's hand in a death grip. Harry was surprised he hadn't cut off Draco's blood circulation.

Harry practically ran out of the theater.

But not without his hand around Draco's wrist.

There was no way he was going off anywhere – alone.

Draco laughed at him, "God, Harry, it wasn't scary." Harry begged to differ. "Yes, it was. Very scary. You're wrong." Draco shook his head and gently pried his wrist out of Harry's death grip. "Harry, you're kind of hurting me, loosen it up." Harry quickly loosened his grip but there was no way he was letting go. Draco snorted at him. "Harry, look. There are lights on out here. There are people out here. Look, there's a cop. We're fine." Harry still didn't let go. He was going to take his chances. Harry practically ran to Draco's car with Draco in tow. A laughing Draco in tow. When Draco started the car they drove in silence for a few moments. Until Harry came to a realization.

"Oh no."

"What?"

"You're not leaving my house until Mrs. Figg gets back. There's no way I'm staying in that…that trap by myself. You're being held hostage."

"You could've just asked. I would've said yes."

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When they got to Harry's house it was dark. Well, obviously because it was night but…when it was night at Harry's house, well, it was dark. There weren't any streetlamps and the bulb to their outside light was still busted so, yeah, no light. Harry latched himself on to Draco, which he normally wouldn't do, as they walked down the path that led to the front door. Draco continued laughing about it while muttering under his breath that it would be ok. Harry chose not to believe him. He had no idea what kind of nutcases that were out here waiting for the opportune moment to –

Harry stepped on a twig, it snapped and it freaked him out.

He probably jumped ten feet in the air.

Draco was in hysterics.

"Harry! God, calm down."

Harry fumbled with the keys and finally got the door unlocked. As soon as he did he dragged Draco inside and made Draco come with him to every room to flip on every single light in the house. Harry wouldn't let Draco leave his side – not even once. Not until Mrs. Figg was home. "Are you ok?" Harry shook his head. "I cannot believe you dragged me to that movie, Draco Malfoy." Draco shrugged, smile on his face. "I didn't know you'd get this scared. It's just a movie, Harry." Harry shook his head defiantly. "I don't care."

"You're ridiculous."

"Hmph."

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The next hour is spent with the two of them playing Scrabble on top of Harry's bed. They just had to be really still so the pieces wouldn't move. The game made Harry start to relax. He was no longer scared about being killed by a maniac. Scrabble was a great helper for that type of thing. Harry yawned. His eyes suddenly felt heavy – his entire body felt drained – and he looked over at the clock sitting on his nightstand. Where the hell was Mrs. Figg? It was already one in the morning! When Harry looked back over at Draco and the Scrabble board there was a smirk on Draco's face and the word 'QUEER' spelt out on the bored. It won him a lot of points, though Harry wasn't sure if that was the exact reason he had spelt the word.

'Not in a life affirming way.'

"O-oh, my turn."

There was a smile on Draco's face now and Harry ignored it. Just like he ignored the word Draco had put on the bored. Queer could mean two things anyway. It could mean being different, odd. Or being a homo but…whatever. Harry chose to ignore it. They continued playing for about five more minutes – there were no more strange words spelt – and Harry yawned again. "I'm spent. I'm too tired. I don't even think I can spell anymore." Draco shrugged, cleared the bored and the two put everything back where it was supposed to go. By the time Draco had walked out of the room to place the game in the closet, Harry was half asleep and under the covers.

"Mind if I stay here?"

"Sure…w-whatever…"

And he was out.

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Lyrics: Song 'Electric' by Tristan Prettyman.