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Chapter Six

Why?

Draco grabbed Harry and pulled him closer to himself. Soft pale pink lips brushed against needing red full lips. Draco's hands started to wander over Harry's fine cut body. Draco ripped Harry's tight sleep shirt off of him and rolled on top of him. Draco looked at the Gryffindor who laid beneath him causing the Gryffindor's cheeks to turn a slight tint of pink. He bent down to claim the raven-haired beauty's lips once again.

Harry thought that Draco was moving much to slowly for his pace. Harry turned the two of them over. Emerald green eyes met silver eyes; the emerald-eyed boy brushed his lips against the silver-eyed boy. Draco grabbed Harry's neck and pulled him closer to him, deepening their kiss. As their tongues rolled against each other's they could a slight tremor go though their bodies.

Draco glided his palm across Harry's abdomens. The Slytherin shoved his hand down the Gryffindor's pants easily finding exactly what he wanted; Harry became hard to the touch of Draco. Harry moaned into Draco's mouth as Draco massaged his hand up and down Harry's not-so-little-one. A wicked smile appeared on the blonde boy's face as the raven-haired boy started to thrust up against him. As Harry started to weaken, Draco flipped himself up on top of Harry, once again.

The Slytherin boy grabbed the Gryffindor's pants and pulled them off as well. Draco went up towards Harry's face and once again capturing in a death-deifying kiss. Keeping his hand still stroking Harry he started to kiss Harry's neck, causing him to make this noise that drove Draco wild. Draco made his way lower on Harry causing Harry to become more and more excited. Harry could feel Draco flick his tongue across his nipple. He could feel the blonde going further even yet. Harry could feel his mouth growing dry as Draco pressed on.

Draco licked the tip of Harry's cock causing Harry to become restless; he wanted more of Draco. With one swift movement Draco took the entire length of Harry into his mouth thus causing Harry to throw his head back in ecstasy. Harry started to thrust himself up into Draco's mouth. Draco grabbed Harry's hips holding them down so Harry couldn't thrust into him. Purposely Draco sucked on Harry so slowly that it was excruciating. It was fast enough to keep hard but wasn't fast enough or hard enough for him to come. Harry wrapped his fingers into Draco fine soft blonde hair. He started to push Draco's head downward; he wanted Draco to go faster he needed him to go faster.

Harry woke with a start. He sat up in his bed he noticed that he was panting and he was also covered in a faint layer of sweat. What a dream…to bad that wasn't real…that would have been great. I mean I would love to actually be with him and according to his little diary he wants to be with me too. Well, that is until he finds out that I've read it. It was then when Harry also noticed that he still had a reminder of his dream and he decided to go to the bathroom and deal with it in privacy.

When he returned to his dorm and lay down, he knew there was no way he was going to be able to fall back asleep. Harry decided to take a walk by the lake. He pulled his clothes on and looked down at clock; it read 6:30. He figured he would probably be out there for a while so he grabbed his book bag and his books and headed for the door. He heard a mummer behind him and snapped his head in the direction it came from. It was Seamus, and he was just talking in his sleep again.

As Harry made his way out towards the lake he had a feeling that someone or something was watching him. He just shook it off; he figured that it was probably just lack of sleep or something. He opened the front doors and walked outside; the fresh fall air felt good against his skin. He took a deep breath and headed in the direction of the lake.

In the distance he noticed a figure sitting down in the grass beside the lake. As he made his way closer he noticed that it was a certain Slytherin that he had been dreaming of only moments before. As Harry became closer to the boy, he started to become more nervous. Harry threw himself down on the ground next to Draco. The Slytherin looked up at Harry. Harry noticed Draco's appearance, his were blood shot and looked as though he had been crying, he had bags underneath his eyes, and he looked a little jumpy and sickly. Harry figured that he mustn't have slept.

"Potter."

"Malfoy."

"What are you doing out here so early, scar-head? It seems like most of the time you barely wake up in time for class." Draco said lazily.

He's right…I'm never usually up this early. Well, unless it's for Quidditch practice or Christmas morning. "I don't know…I guess it's because I had an odd dream and I couldn't fall back asleep so I decided to take a walk. Why are you out here?"

"I…um…Well, I lost something yesterday and I can't find it."

"So you came out here looking for it?"

"No…I came out here to think. I'm trying to remember the last place I had it."

"Ooohhh…Well what is it? I might have seen it."

"Like I'm going to tell you. And why would you have seen something that would belong to me?"

"I don't know…I was just trying to be helpful." Harry started to pick at the grass. He hated the silence; it always made him so uncomfortable. Harry took a quick glance up at Draco and notice that he was staring at him.

"Potter…" Harry looked up at Draco; he saw something in his eyes that he had never seen before. He saw Draco hurting.

"Yeah, Draco?"

"Well…I know that you haven't seen it or anything, so I don't know why I am telling you this. But yesterday I lost a book."

"A book?"

"Yes."

"What kind of book?" He decided to keep questioning Draco even though he already knew exactly what the blonde Slytherin was looking for.

"It's um…black and it has my name printed in gold on the back of it. Oh all right, don't look at me like that it's a journal. Okay?"

"Okay, and why are you so worried about then? I am it's just a journal…and if you did lose it. I mean it's not like your friends don't already know what's in it."

"Actually Potter, I like to keep my private life to myself. So no, my friends don't know what's in their and I hope that it stays that way."

Harry suddenly felt guilt for reading it. I really shouldn't have done that. I mean he is going to be so pissed off at me. But then again…he needs somebody to know, he can't keep it all inside. If he does he'll drive himself nuts. He needs to let it out. Harry couldn't believe what he was about to do but he knew he needed to do it, otherwise Draco would go insane.

"Hey Draco…" Silver worried eyes looked up and met Emerald green uncertain eyes. "Well…. I…um…I do know where your book is."

Draco sat straight up. "What!?! Where is it? Who has it? How did they get it? Did they read it?"

Harry reached around and grabbed his bag. He opened it up and started to go through it. He took the journal out and handed back to its owner. There it was in his hands, right back in his hands, right where it belongs. Draco looked up at Harry and noticed an uncertainty in his gaze towards him.

"Harry?" Harry started to avoid his eyes. "You read it, didn't you?"

"I… well… I… um, it's just that…"

"WHY?? Why would you read something that isn't yours! When it clearly has someone else's name on it? WHY? WHY, HARRY?" Draco's face started to pale even more if that was possible, it looked as though he were going to be sick. He just looked so vulnerable. Draco looked up at Harry; if looks could kill Harry would have been dead a hundred times over.

"Draco…it's just…actually I have no clue why I read it. It's just that your such mystery to me…I wanted to find out more about you." Draco let out a loud sigh.

"Yeah well, we don't exactly have enough time to talk about it right now. We need to talk. How about tomorrow?"

"Can't, I have Quidditch Practice. What about the day after?"

"No because then I have Quidditch Practice. What about Halloween? I mean nobody as Quidditch or anything…"

"Yeah okay, um meet me here after the feast."

"Okay. Well, we need to head up to the Great Hall for breakfast. Otherwise we'll miss it. Trust me my house will notice if I don't come in and eat. Unlike you, I'm always able to come to breakfast; I make sure I get up earlier enough."

"I don't think we should walk in together…that would raise a few eyebrows."

"Yeah, you go head. I need to stay out here and think for a couple more minutes."

Harry started to walk back up towards the Hogwarts Castle. He took a look back at the blonde Slytherin boy sitting in the grass. He just looks so depressed. I really hope it's just because he didn't sleep any. I hope he doesn't plan on doing anything stupid.

As Harry entered the Great Hall he noticed that there weren't to many people in there at that time in the morning. Only the Ravenclaw table had over half of its students. Harry headed over towards his own table. He only noticed two familiar happy smiling faces, Hermione and Ginny. He took a seat next to the bushy haired girl. She looked over at him and started to question.

"Harry, why are you up so early? Did you have another nightmare? Are you feeling okay, you look kind of sick?"

"Hermione…I'm fine. I just could sleep. No need to worry."

Hermione gave him a stern look but let the matter drop. She turned her head back towards Ginny and started to talk with her once again. Harry started to eat a little bit of toast, but he really didn't have an appetite. He only ate to keep the girls off of him. Harry heard someone entering the Great Hall. It was Draco. He looked cool and calm just as always. He didn't look a thing like he just did outside. Draco noticed Harry was looking at him by he didn't pay him any attention; he just turned his head and walked over towards the Slytherin table.

Harry just sat there at the table daydreaming about Draco, about his life, about how he wanted his life, and about Sirius. He hadn't thought of him in a long time. But every time he did he started to cry because he still blamed himself, then he would grow angry because he missed him and it wasn't fair that he had to die. Every one dies. Well, everyone I love anyway. Harry could feel himself start to grow bitter and hate the world so he excused himself and left the Great Hall.

He didn't know where he was going but somehow he found himself in the Potions classroom. It was empty and he was thankful for that. Harry walked over towards his potions desk. Harry crawled under it, pulled his knees up to his chin, covered his face with his hands and cried.

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He walked into the classroom, and there on the floor is a sight he never thought he would see. There in the floor was a raven-haired boy curled up into a ball; and he was crying his emerald green eyes out. But why? Why is he crying? I mean I always figured that he does but why hear? The man's expression softened at the boy. He reminded him of someone, but he couldn't point out exactly who. Seeing Harry cry was just torture and for some reason he felt as though he had to do something about it. He had to talk to the Gryffindor. But what to say to him?

The man walked closer towards the crying boy. He bent down and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. Harry snapped straight up to see who was touching him. His expression grew surprised and scared.

"Calm yourself, Mr. Potter." Professor Snape tried to say as soothingly as he could. "Come. Get yourself up off of the floor." He said as he held a hand out for Harry to grab. Harry took his hand wearily. Harry sat down on his chair and looked up at his Professor. Snape didn't look like he hated Harry; no in fact it looked as though he looked sorry for him. That's another thing that always got to Harry. He hated it when people felt sorry for him. But the way Snape was looking at him was different from others. He looked like he really did care. But why? Why, would all of a sudden he care about me? Let me guess it's because I was crying. Well, I don't need you to feel sorry for me. There are plenty of others you can feel sorry for. I'm not a baby, I can take the pain. I have to, if I don't then we all fail. And I won't let you all die just because I think life is unfair. I can't. I can't let everyone down. I was the chosen one. I can't let everyone down, not yet, not now, not ever.

The second I let my guard down that will be the second I have to fight. That will be the moment when everyone's life is in my hand. And if I drop the ball, if I let my guard down and I get killed. Then that will be the same moment that I have just signed over every other person's life. I have to stay strong. I have too. But I just wish that you were here with me Sirius. You could help me. I miss you, I just wish I could have gotten to tell you goodbye. Just so I could have an ending. Because with out you, I don't want to carry on. All I want to do is die. But the only thing I can do is cry. But why? Why did you have to die? Why did I have to go there? It's my fault that you're gone.

It has always been my fault. That's why you're dead, why Cedric's dead, why my mum and dad are dead. I can't love anyone. If I ever get to close…then people start to get hurt. But why? Why can't I just have Ron's life? Why can't I just have one day of happiness without something bad happening? Why can't I get close to anyone? Why do I have to be stuck here without anyone who understands me? Why?

Harry started to get lost in his little world of thought once more. Snape just sat and watched the pained expression on the young boy's face. You could tell that he was having an inward battle with himself. Snape could see in his eyes how lost he was, how upset he was, how everything seemed to be falling apart. Snape was watching the boy suffer, wishing that there was some way that he could somehow reach the young Gryffindor. But he just didn't know what to say. Harry's eyes started to water up once again. He must be thinking of Sirius. Sirius you fool, why did you go. I know he's your godfather and you wanted to help but look at what you've done to him. You said you wanted to go so that you could be there for him, well guess what you really messed that up. Because he needs you now and you're not here, and you can't be here! If you can, JUST LOOK AT HIM!!! Look at what you've done to him.

Look at all of the pain that you've caused him, you selfish brat. You may have said that you only wanted to go because he's your godson, but I know the truth. You were being selfish, you wanted to get out of the house, you wanted to help the Order, you wanted to help Harry, all you really wanted to do is fight and avenge James. You treated Harry liked he was James. But he wasn't James, Sirius. Harry is weaker whether you wanted to believe it or not. Harry feels for people, that's his downfall. Harry cries, Harry feels, Harry lives like a normal person. He wasn't tough and arrogant like you and James.

Snape looked back up at the raven-haired boy. Tears were now burning their way back down his cheeks. He checked his watch. Soon students would be arriving. He couldn't let them see Harry so vulnerable, especially the other Gryffindors. The Slytherins can handle it, because they are all going through similar things with their parents. They would understand him, but not the goody-goody Gryffindors and their perfect little lives.

"Mr. Potter, you might want to dry your eyes your classmates will be arriving soon." Snape said gently. Harry looked up at his potions master. He dried his eyes and pulled himself together. "You know, you'll pull through. You'll see everything will be okay."

As though right on cue Slytherins and Gryffindors started to enter the room. Draco walked in and took a seat next to Harry. He looked over at the Gryffindor. Something was wrong. He knew it, he could feel it. I'd find out somehow.

After everyone had taken their seats and sat down, Professor Snape slammed the door. "Now class. Settle down or I will have to take points from Gryffindor." A sudden out burst came from some disagreeing Gryffindors. "Five points from Gryffindor. Now take my warning or more will be taken. Now we will be continuing with the Polyjuice Potion. I have your potions on my desk. Come up to my desk if you want them returned. Take them after I approve them. You will transform into your partner if you've done everything correctly. If something goes wrong, I will fail you for this lesson. All right get started."

Draco looked over at Harry once again and decided that he should go and get their potions instead of bothering him. Draco headed up towards his Professor's desk. "Ah, Mr. Malfoy. Yours and Mr. Potter's potions are cleared. They seem to be correct." Draco headed back over towards Harry. He sat the glasses down in front of him.

"Okay, come on Potter what's wrong?" Draco asked sincerely.

"Nothing, Malfoy." Harry said shortly. "Let's just take the potion." Draco held his glass up and snickered, "Cheers!"

The potion was just as he remembered it, horrible. He could feel himself starting to gag. His stomach started to swarm. As much as he tried to stay standing it didn't work. He fell to his knees, panting for air. His body went cold, then burning hot. It felt as if he had just poured scalding hot water on himself. He could feel his body changing. He felt his legs and arms go longer, his body frame becoming smaller, his fingers became skinnier and longer. He could feel his chin starting to grow narrower and his hair started to go further down his forehead. He closed his eyes because it started to hurt. When he opened them he couldn't see right. Then he remembered that his glasses were still on. He took his glasses off and looked over at Draco. He was squinting, Harry handed his glasses over to him. He put them on and then looked up at Harry in shock.

As Harry looked at himself, he noticed that he was a very good-looking guy. But Draco was right; he did need to lose the glasses. Draco reached out and touched Harry's face.

"My, my, my. I am very attractive." Draco joked.

"As am I," Harry replied.

Draco started to look at his new body. It was different, but he felt comfortable in it. He held out his new arms and looked at them.

"Goodness Potter, do you ever clean your finger nails?"

"Every now and then. If I feel like it." Harry joked. "Malfoy, do you ever see the sun? You're so pale."

"That's not my fault! It runs in my family. Unlike you, not everyone can have a perfect tan." Draco replied as he ran he hands through his new hair. He liked the feeling. It was so soft it was like silk. You never would have guessed that just by looking at it. I wonder what Potter does to it. That is, if he does anything to it. Draco started to explore his new body; he liked it.

Harry just stared at Draco exploring his body. Then Draco did something that Harry never would have expected. It also caused a slight blush to appear on his cheeks. Draco grabbed the front of his pants and pulled them away from his body and looked down and then let them go again.

"GOD POTTER!!" Draco accidentally shouted. He leaned in closer to Harry. "No need for you to be modest about your body. I mean come on! I never would have expected that," Draco started to snicker.

"Oh shut up Malfoy! It's none of your business what I've got in my pants!" Harry said while his face started to become a crimson colour.

"It may not be my business, but I do know now." Draco said as his body started to transform back to its original state.

After they had changed back into their normal selves, they both started to work on their essays. Up until the bell they both worked furiously on their essays. Both wanted to get them over with. Professor Snape stood up before the bell rang, "I am very disappointed with you all. Not one of you failed."

The bell rung. Harry was on his way out of the classroom when Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards him. "Remember, Halloween after the feast." How could I forget?

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Author's Note: I hope you all liked this chapter. Just so you know. In the next chapter there will be a little Harry/Draco action : )!! If you have the time can you pretty please with sugar on top send me a review? Byes!