A/N: Wow, I wasn't expecting to get this written until the weekend! I guess then that this is just an added bonus for you guys! Plus, I tend to get a little bored during school, and fan fiction is always a good way to pass the time!
Enjoy!!
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It was only about fifteen minutes later by the time Draco replied.
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Harry,
Well, Potter, I don't know about myself, but I am sure that in time, you will be screwed.
But, in all seriousness, do you care to explain what you really mean?
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Draco,
I don't think I want to figure that first part of your letter out.
What I mean is that Ron found your letter. Just our luck that he would find the only one that you signed your name on.
Which led me to being cornered by Ron and Hermione. They aren't happy with me.
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Harry,
And how did that conversation end?
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Draco,
Not well. I ended up yelling at them.
But, I did have a good reason to! If they are not going to tell me about them why should I tell them about you?
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Harry,
You do have a point there. But I'm afraid that they aren't going to see it that way.
So, what do we do?
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Draco,
I have an idea for that. But I don't think that you are going to like it. You'll just have to trust me here.
You do trust me, don't you?
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Harry,
Yes, I trust you. God knows why, but I do.
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By the time that Ron came upstairs to go to bed, Harry was deep asleep, the reassuring words of Draco's last letter held tight against his chest.
It was a good thing that Harry had remembered to draw the curtains around his bed that night, or Ron might have found out now instead of later just how deep his friend was in.
Just how deep Harry was falling in love.
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Harry waited the next day in front of the Great Hall's entrance for Draco. He was surprised that it had been so easy to separate himself from Ron and Hermione; it was clear that they were still mad at him for his actions last night.
Harry was secretly glad for this fact. He knew that as soon as the shock that he was seeing Draco Malfoy sank in, Ron was sure to realize just what that meant. Harry wasn't sure how the red-head would take his best friend being gay.
It was weird for him to think that word, especially when he was applying it to himself. Somehow being with Draco didn't feel as strange or as forbidden as being gay felt. None of it made sense to Harry. After all, he had liked girls before. Did he have to remember the whole disaster with Cho?
The more he thought about it, the more it started to confuse him. Just as he decided not to think about it anymore, he saw the outline of Draco coming from across the hall. Harry breathed a sign a relief, Draco was alone.
Draco seemed to brighten as he saw Harry, and he quickened his step. He smiled lightly as he reached Harry, and the rare smile took Harry's breath away.
Oh yes, Harry was definitely gay now.
Draco leaned towards Harry, looking around him quickly to check that the Entrance Hall was empty before doing so.
"So, are you going to tell me this plan yet Harry?" He said quietly, even though they were alone.
Harry smiled slightly.
"Do you trust me?" He asked, unable to keep the small bit of doubt out of his tone.
"Of course I do," Draco said, rolling his eyes, though his expression was soft.
"Good," Harry said, smiling again. He hesitated for a second, before grabbing Draco's hand. He entwined his fingers in Draco's; the warm presence of it calmed Harry.
Draco looked at Harry is surprise. Harry jerked his head to the Great Hall's doors, watching Draco carefully for his reaction as he did so.
Draco's eyebrows went up.
"Are you sure?" He asked, a small amount of doubt in his eyes.
"No," Harry said, shaking his head, "but when have I ever been sure of anything?"
Draco laughed quietly.
"Well then, lead the way."
Together they walked into the Great Hall, their fingers still laced together.
The silence that met them could have stopped even Voldemort in his tracks.
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