A/N:

I used the wrong 'rap' on purpose for the sixth chapter because….RAP GOD. It was funny. At least when I was posting it. Also, Google won't let me spell spells properly. I really don't know why. My friend was kind enough to point this out to me. I'm sorry this took so long for me to post, I just haven't felt motivated to do much of anything. After school all I want to do is curl up and sleep.

Down the rabbit hole.

DMPOV

I sat in the common room trying to figure out who Potter would have a crush on. I sat in the same chair looking at the same spot. Nothing better to do really. Especially not when I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else having the black haired boy's affections. The affections that I wanted so. Harry won't go for me though, the only one he's had his eyes on for the past eight years it sounded was this crush. The crush he wouldn't tell even to his almost sister. How the hell am I supposed to find this bastard and give them a piece of my mind? I mused for a very long time it seemed. Harry came flying into the common room looking like he could and would ball his eyes out at any second, or already had. This sent me out of my thoughts and I stood from my chair.

"Harry?" he stopped his brisk walk, ducking his head. "Are you alright?" I walked up to him hesitating before I put a hand on the shorter man's shoulder. Harry didn't shrug the hand off like I thought he would, like eh would of the years prior to our truce and friendship. I don't know why but that made me happy, smug even. Harry looked at me through fringe and dark lashes. His eyes, they were full of so much sadness in that moment and something else. Something akin to regret or maybe disappointment. I didn't want him to be disappointed that I was the one to confront and try to comfort him first.

Was I the first? I shrunk back a bit from Harry. Was he disappointed with me? I pulled my hand away from Harry, slowly. The dark haired boy's lips moved but thanks to the jinx the girl's had put Harry under no sound came out. Good all the same, it probably would have been a lie anyway. I'm fine. Potter was a martyr after all.

"Come sit down." I led him to the fire place and the couch in front of it. He sat and so did I. I stretched my arm on the back of the couch and pivoted my body so I was facing Harry. "You don't have to tell me just… just know that I don't like seeing you sad. I'll do anything in my power to help you get rid of it." I blushed a little around the edges and hoped Harry wouldn't notice, I looked into the fire just incase, maybe he'd blame it on the heat from the fire. I felt a hand on my thigh. A. Hand. On. My. Thigh. It was smaller than my own and different somehow, it was so warm.

I looked down at the hand then back up at Harry. It was Potter's hand. And he was smiling at me with… gratitude and… what else was there? There was something, something so much more potent and real. I wish Harry would look at me like that always. It made me feel warm, just like the hand on my thigh. I couldn't help it, I let a smile blossom. It was slow but genuine. Harry's face lit up,too. More so than the smile he had showed me before. It seemed relieved and resigned but happy. " There we are. No more teary eyes." I whispered looking fondly at that smile.

HPPOV

His smile… It was contagious and it made his already handsome face light up and become something that took my breath away. I summoned a quill and parchment. Thank you. I didn't know I needed this, but it worked. Thank you, Draco. I wrote with my knee. I handed the paper to Draco and watched him as he read it. He looked up at me "My pleasure." Just snog the boy already. My traitorous mind was screaming at me to just get it over with so I could tell the boy in front of me that the person I've been 'pining' after was non-other than himself.

Something was telling me it wasn't the right time. A part of me wasn't ready, that part was scared. I detest that scared part of me but this time I think I'll listen to it. There was no reason to be a rash Gryffindor, no reason to ruin this moment or my friendship with the brilliant blonde in front of me.

He confessed to not liking to see me sad. Draco cares. What a warm feeling. I scooted closer to him subconsciously, those eyes were like silver pools that at the moment I wouldn't mind taking a dip in and not coming back out till I knew Draco would be okay with my crush. Hermione was right, you are obsessed. I blushed moving back to where I had been removing my hand that had probably overstayed it's welcome on the blonde's thigh. "Harry?" Draco sounded questioning and I really didn't think either of us could face the answer I would have to give him. I threw him a coy smile and grabbed some more parchment.

I feel much better now. I think I'm going to go to dinner a little early. Want to join me? The last part of my little note made me pause and bite my lip. I didn't think on it too hard before I handed the note to the blonde. I didn't watch him as he read but I could hear the happy tone in his voice as he said " That sounds great Potter." I breathed out smiling at him.

Time Skip…

Draco and I made small talk (writing) on the walk down to dinner as well as the time we spent waiting at the table for the rest of the castle to arrive, which wasn't that long a wait seeing as when I had arrived at the common room half in tears it had been hours after lunch. I hadn't gone to lunch so when the food appeared on the table I was grateful to the house elves and nearly drooled. The food was great at Hogwarts, something that hadn't been changed after the war.

The girls had opted to sit around me and Draco, who was sitting across from me, stopping Ron and whoever else who might have wanted to sit with us to have to sit either beside crazy or crazier. The girls had cursed their small numbers and placed their bags on the seat next to Draco they couldn't fill with crazy. If I wasn't still a little angry at them I might have found their mother hening funny if not a bit annoying. At least no one is sitting by Draco.

That jealously smug thought stopped me from putting the fork full of green beans any closer to my lips. Where the hell had it come from? Sure I noticed the way some of the other =s in the year looked and acted with Draco but he wasn't mine to feel this way about. Not yet. Not ever if I wasn't able to get the girls to take this stupid jinx off. Draco deserved more than me kissing him out of desperation. I needed to tell him on my own terms and in a way that would guarantee success.

This jinx didn't make it romantic or guarantee that Draco would want to be with me. There were so many other ways, ways I would have preferred, to tell the blonde about my intentions about my feelings. No, fate had to make it so I had a fifty-fifty chance. Either I would screw it up and get laughed at or I would end up… Where would I end up if Draco accepted me? Would I be with him until he got sick of it? Would his father make him stop seeing me? One thing is for sure the future I saw in the Mirror of Erised would never be able to be a reality.

I distantly registered the clanging of my fork on my plate and the shallow breaths I was taking. I didn't want Draco to be with anyone else but all signs pointed to it being impossible. Maybe just maybe my relatives were right. Maybe I can't be loved. Maybe love just isn't in the cards. It's always being taken away from me obviously some higher being didn't want me to have it.

I felt a hand gently shaking me out of my depressing thoughts. "Arry, Harry are you alright?" Hermione who was sitting next to me asked removing her hand shortly after she saw I was back on earth. I went to reassure her that everything is fine but stopped. No sound would come out thanks to the jinx the girls put on me. I hate woman, can't let me lie about my well being even if it would make everything so much easier. I didn't move to grab a parchment and quill I just got up and shrugged moving so I could get out of the Great Hall instead of having to look into Draco's eyes. I kept my head down and walked out.

I didn't go back to the dorm. Pansy, Lavender and Hermione would just be waiting to interrogate me. Mcgonagall made it clear that eight years are allowed to stay out past curfew as long as they're careful so technically I didn't have to go back at all. I just needed someplace to hide. Someplace no one would think to look for Harry Potter. The library.

I rushed toward the back where chairs were stuffed in corners away from the rest of the library, I never saw any one use them and they weren't easy to spot from the other parts of the library.

Flopping into one of the chairs I let out a slow breathe. I couldn't tell if I was sad about my revelation about Draco or aggravated with the girls for seeming so concerned and motherly after acting like a bunch of evil sisters. I just wanted to sleep. So I did, curled up in a chair in a hidden part of the library. The girls would be furious but it was better than playing twenty questions about something that was their fricken faults.

A peaceful snooze latter…

When the cloudy fog of sleep left my head I noticed I wasn't alone in the little hidey hole like I had been when I had fallen asleep. A head of tousled blonde hair was on the armrest of the chair closest to the one I had claimed last night. I couldn't see all that well from my uncomfortable position curled up on my own chair, who it was but I knew only two blondes and only one who had short hair. Draco. I turned my head to look at the sofa when I heard a little groan. The girls were all cuddled together on the two cushion couch, the one who had groaned was 'Mione and she seemed to be the first one besides myself to be somewhat alive to the world.

I smiled a little. I had thrown what could only be described as a self pitying temper tantrum the night before but these people had come to find me. Morning Hermione. sitting up I charmed the parchment I had summoned to fly over to the brunett. I fixed my askew glasses that I hadn't bothered taking off the night before before falling asleep in the chair I was now sitting up in. Hermione seemed startled by the parchment plane, probably not awake enough to notice much about her surroundings let alone the fact that someone was awake and trying to converse with her without speaking.

She snatched the parchment out of the air where it had been slowly flying around her head. "Morning to you too, Harry. Do you know how scared we all got last night, you know, when one of our best friends didn't show up in the dorm let alone the common room even?" Hermione may have just woke up but when she glared at me it was still the same as after she'd had her three morning coffees. I stiffened in the chair. What was I supposed to tell her? That I was just too angry and sad to even comprehend interacting with her let alone the others? No that would hurt her too much, and it wasn't the hole truth. Merlin, why did I have to be so childish?

I summoned the parchment back to myself using the quill I had set aside to pen down I'll tell you all about why when I don't have this stupid jinx on me, until then you're not going to get a word out of me on the subject. Literally and figuratively. I sent it back and this time Hermione was ready to read my messy scrawl. She scowled but didn't push the subject farther. The others had begun to wake up after all.

From there I apologize as much as I could without being able to speak. Pansy seemed annoyed and aggravated that she had had to sleep on an already crowded couch with the others but she seemed to forgive me. Lavender was the type to wake up but not really, she acted childish rubbing her eyes and pressing herself against Pansy's side wanting nothing more than to keep cuddling. She wasn't awake enough to do much more than say "T's al'ight 'Arry calm down." Draco, Draco didn't seem all that happy but he didn't say much he just stared at me with a tight lipped frown. "We should hit the dorms and get showers before we all head to the Great Hall. No offense but you all look like shite." Pansy said getting up and stretching with an arm above her head.

"I agree," Hermione looked around our small group tisking displeased with the state of everyone.

Delightfully warm water and fresh clothes later…..

SSPOV

The tired looking group that stumbled into the Great Hall took there seats and surrounded the only two males in the group like they had done the night before. They didn't chat all that much using simple gestures and yawning around cups of coffee. The group had secluded themselves from the rest of their grade for who knows why but it had started to look suspicious to my new lover and I. Remus hadn't called us lovers per say but i refuse to use the term 'boyfriends' especially at our ages. We hadn't done much to be called lovers either but the talks we've had have been…. nice. Turns out I wasn't the only one to think the group was acting odd.

Minerva had said something about Potter moving into the girls dorm room, which was odd from both mine and the wolf's point of view. Harry had told Remus on multiple occasions that he would rather face the dark lord again then bend to the girls will and want for him to join them in the dorm room. Why would Potter agree to it? And why was my godson suddenly one of the main parts of the plot? The more I observe the group the more I see the fleeting glances shared between the my and Remus's godsons. The two didn't even seem to notice the other's perusal nor the mutuality of their affections. The resigned look in both of their eyes as they looked at each other with such longing angered me to no end.

It wasn't much different than my and Remus's school days and if those were anything to go by the boys needed all the help they could get.