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Chapter 2: Harsh Confessions

Harry Potter gazed out the window absent-mindedly, not noticing his friend Ron Weasley's worried gaze. My journal... What if...he reads it...?

Flashback

Harry started towards the train, rattled at the experience with Ginny on the other side of Platform 9 3/4.

"Hey! Potter!" he heard from behind him. He whipped around only for his breath to be stolen by the beautiful blonde-haired, silver-eyed boy that preyed upon his dreams. He could barely hold a whimper back. It was true, love really was intensified upon sight. He slid on his facade.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" he muttered, trying to keep his eyes away from Draco's. Malfoy sneered.

"You," Harry fantasized him saying. He shook his head a little as Malfoy came about three meters in front of him.

"Well, well, well, you're just as ugly as when we last met, Scarhead," Malfoy sneered. Harry almost flinched.

"You're looking cold and menacing as always, Malfoy. Nothing's worse looking," he lied. Malfoy's sneer shrank a little.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing and mocking you around," he said loudly and thundered off, bumping into him harshly and making him drop everything on the cart. Harry gasped gently as his journal came flying out of his trunk. He reached for it, but his hand only landed on Draco's hand on the journal. Malfoy picked it up, not noticing the blush on Harry's face or the whimper of protest from his throat. His smirk was wide on his face. "Heh heh, nice treat. Potter's journal!" he chuckled.

"Give that back, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed, reaching for it as he stood. Malfoy pulled it away.

"Why should I? What will you do for me?" he asked tauntingly. With that, he boarded the train before Harry could say another word.

End Flashback

Harry sighed at the picture of Malfoy laughing at him as he read the mushy, desperate emotions poured onto the pages of that book. He winced a little, a small whimper escaping his throat.

Hermione put a hand on his shoulder, Harry having told her what had happened. Harry smiled weakly at her. "It'll be alright, Harry, what's the worst that could happen?"

"He'll say, 'I hate you,'" Harry replied. Hermione looked a little reluctant.

"Um...Harry?" she inquiried.

"Yeah?"

"He already hates you."

Harry sighed and Hermione regretted saying it.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" Ron bellowed. Harry and Hermione stared. Hermione looked at Harry.

Harry sighed. "Alright, tell him," he mumbled. Hermione nodded.

"Ron," Hermoine started.

"What!" Ron asked impatiently.

"Harry's in love."

"Oh," Ron calmed down. "Why is that so bad?"

"First of all, he's in love with a guy."

Ron stared. Harry avoided his gaze. "I don't want to know," he said.

"Yeah, you do," Hermione replied.

"Why?"

"Trust me."

"Who is it?"

"Draco Malfoy," Harry answered. "I've fallen in love with Draco Malfoy."

Ron gaped with an open mouth. Harry returned his gaze to the scene out the window.

Ron shut his mouth just in time for Malfoy to slide the door open.

Harry held his breath. Malfoy, as expected, was sneering. "Aww, Potter, I'm flattered!" he exclaimed with mock delight. Harry glared, but it was hard not to cry.

"Shut up, Malfoy," he muttered. Malfoy's sneer faltered.

"Why, my lover?"

Harry glared, knowing his mocking voice.

"Granger, Weasel, can you excuse us?" Malfoy asked.

"No, you sicko!" Ron shouted, standing.

"Oh? Potter, do you want to be alone?" Malfoy asked with a smirk. Harry hid a blush.

"Malfoy, leave him alone!" Hermione exclaimed.

"You're just gonna hurt him!" Ron exclaimed. Harry looked at him, touched that he was still defending him.

"I won't hurt him," Malfoy muttered, the humor gone, and seriousness on his face and voice. Harry looked at him, his emerald orbs locking on Draco's silver gray ones. Slowly, he nodded for Hermione and Ron to leave the room. They hesitated, but obeyed.

"What do you want, Dra--Malfoy?" Harry asked when they'd left, catching himself just in time; he almost calledhim Draco.

"I read your journal, Potter," he sneered. He sat down abnormally close to Harry; their thighs were touching. "Admit it. Tell me how you feel."

"No," Harry muttered. "Why? You hate me."

Malfoy leaned over and did the unspeakable; he licked Harry's ear. "Please?" he asked with a smirk. Harry couldn't hold back a moan.

"Mmm, Draco..." he moaned. Malfoy smirked wider.

"Please tell me...Harry," he requested. Harry's eyes widened.

"N-No...you hate me..." he muttered quietly. Malfoy's smirk faded.

"You're right, Potter," he admitted, nibbling his ear. "I hate you. You hold no place in my heart." He turned the raven-haired boy's chin to him and pressed their lips together. Harry barely gasped, but, upon recovery, kissed him back. Slowly, he brought his hand up to touch Draco's cheek, his eyes shut. Draco pulled away after a minute, not allowing it to go too far. Harry threw his arms around Draco's shoulders, crying a little.

"Confess," Malfoy wisped into his ear.

"I love you!" Harry cried.

"Love who?" Malfoy asked tauntingly with another lick at his ear.

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Yes?"

"I love you! I love you, Draco Luscious Malfoy!"

Malfoy smirked. "Why, thank you, Potter."

Click!

Harry blinked and looked in the direction the noise had come from: Malfoy's hand. His eyes widened. He backed away, staring at the black audio recorder in Malfoy's hand. Malfoy smirked.

"Well, I'll be off to show the world your confession." He pecked Harry on the cheek and stalked to the door. He opened it and stepped into the doorway. "And remember, no matter how much you love me, I hate you." He turned to wink at Harry. "For now."

Harry blushed and saw Hermione and Ron rush into the room. "Harry!" they said in unison.

"Tell us what happened!" Hermione exclaimed, shutting the door.

Harry gulped and began, "He read the journal. He just wanted me to admit my feelings. I said no. He licked my ear... I said no. He called me Harry... I said no. He told me he hated me... That I had no place in his heart... He nibbled my ear and kissed me... He pulled away, then I just...collapsed onto him. He said confess, and I did. He recorded it on tape..."

No sooner had he finished did Harry's voice come on the loud speaker:

"Confess."

"I love you!"

"Love who?"

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Yes?"

"I love you! I love you, Draco Luscious Malfoy!"

Yes, Draco is cruel. But that will change. I hope...

Next Chapter: Harry hears Voldemort's voice in his dreams, but can't understand what he's saying. Harry has the eerie feeling that his real arch enemy knows his greatest weakness: Draco Malfoy.