Chapter two: an interesting development

Disclaimer: I won nothing! Except Marie. Damn. Now please excuse me as I go write a beggo-gram to JK Rowling asking…begging her to let me have Harry and Draco over the summer.

Ron's house, just before the party. Harry's pov

"Harry, could you get the door?" Mrs. Weasley called. She was making food for the party, and couldn't get to the door. Harry leapt from the pool, dripping water everywhere. He inwardly groaned at the prospect of having to answer the door, but he did anyway. He made his way through the Weasley house, dodging different people carrying different things. He finally made it to the door, seeing a silhouette that looked oddly familiar. He grabbed the doorknob and pulled. Draco stood on the porch, holding a small duffel bag. He glared at Harry's wet from.

"Well?"

"Well what, Malfoy?"

"Aren't you going to let me in?" Harry nodded and stepped aside. Draco walked past Harry, his porcelain arm brushing across Harry's bare chest. Harry's heart skipped a couple of beats and lodged itself in his throat. Harry swallowed and closed the door.

"Harry, dear, who was it?" Mrs. Weasley called.

"Its just Draco, Mrs. Weasley." Harry called back.

"Hi, Aunt Molly." Draco called.

"Aunt?" Harry asked. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Yes, the Weasel and I are cousins. Say anything at school and I hurt you." Draco said, his gaze nearly freezing the water still clinging to Harry. "Where's the bathroom? I need to change." Harry led Draco towards the bathroom and opened the door. Draco seemed to float by. The door slammed in Harry's face.

"Well, FINE." Harry said.

"Ferret boy here?" Harry turned. Fred and George were standing behind him, both in red swim trunks. Harry nodded. "Fan-bloody-tatsic, now it's really a party! Come on, Harry, let's go back to the pool."

The twins led Harry back to pool. They started running and both leapt into the air shouting "CANNONBALL!!!!!!!" at the same time and making fantastic splashes. Harry laughed as Ginny, her friend Marie, and Hermione shrieked at the cold water now dripping down their heads. He turned at a chuckle behind him. And his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Draco was standing behind him, his duffel bag clutched in one hand, wearing a pair of black and green swim trunks. And nothing else. His blonde hair was hanging in his face in a sexy way that Harry knew his hair would never do. Draco caught the gaze Harry was beaming in his direction. He smirked.

"Jealous, Potter? A personal gym will do wonders for someone's… sex appeal." Harry's breath caught in his throat.

That bloody little git! He thought. The whole "sex appeal" thing was a joke he had with Ron about Harry's sexuality. And it was in the red notebook.

Draco knew Harry's dirty little secret.

Harry gulped, turned on his heel and jumped into the cold water of the pool to clear his head. The water closed in on him, muffling the sounds of the party above. What am I going to do? He thought. He decided that he would just let things flow how they were. He started to head for the surface, the light and music becoming clearer with each foot he rose in the water. His head broke the surface. He saw Draco standing alone near the fence, cradling a red plastic cup (A/N: no, not alcohol, there are still adults at the party! But they still might get drunk, you never know. Well, I do, but whatever. ;P On with the fic!). Harry paddled toward the edge, his heart hammering in his chest. As he struggled to pull himself over the edge, a small hand popped into his line of vision.

"Need a hand?" a girl's voice asked. Harry looked up. Marie was standing over him, a grin on her face. Harry smiled back and grabbed her hand. She pulled him up with surprising strength for someone so tiny.

"Thanks. You're Marie, right?" he asked. She nodded. He looked the small girl over. She was about 5' 4", with short platinum blonde hair that looked surprisingly like Draco's. She regarded Harry with bright green eyes. Harry chuckled to himself.

She looks like a mix of Draco and I. Marie cocked her head at him.

"So you're into Draco, then?" she asked softly. Harry turned red. Marie grinned. "Aha! I was correct! Don't worry; Ron didn't tell me, although I'm pretty sure he knows. Don't be so obvious when you check someone out, ok?" the girl turned and walked into the house. Harry gaped at her retreating back.

Bugger! Am I that obvious? Well, duh, Draco knows, and now Marie knows, and so do Ron and Hermione. So that's…four people… I just hope the twins don't find out!

Draco's pov…

Draco stood in front of the Weasley's door. He couldn't believe he was there. Sure, Ron had only invited him because they were cousins, but only by marriage! And now he had to deal with his confusing feelings for Harry, and the fact that he knew Harry was gay and in love with him, AND he had to see Harry in a bathing suit! He shook his head, trying to clear it of the weird thoughts swirling about inside it, but one stayed stuck:

Am I gay? Am I gay? Am I gay? Am I gay? Am I gay? Am I gay? Am I gay? Am I gay? AND IT WAS PISSING HIM OFF!

He sighed and knocked on the wooden door. He heard his aunt call someone to get the door, but he couldn't hear everything. He saw the doorknob turn before he registered that the door was opening. Which meant he wasn't prepared for the sight that next assaulted his eyes.

Harry stood before him, panting slightly and soaking wet. A red bathing suit with yellow Hawaiian flowers on it clung to his body like a second skin. Which was the only thing he was wearing. Draco had to suppress a moan from escaping his lips. Instead he just scowled and glared at Harry.

"Well?" he asked. Harry looked confused.

God, that look is hot. GAHHH! DRACO TO BRAIN!! SHUT UP!

"Well, what, Malfoy?" Harry snapped. Draco felt his carefully sculpted mask slip. He hardened it quickly.

No, please don't snap at me. ARRGH! Damn that stupid notebook!!! I'm straight! I'm straight!!! I think… Draco shook his head. "Aren't you going to let me in?" Harry nodded and stepped out of the doorway. Draco breezed in, fully intent on ignoring everyone during the party.

Then his arm brushed across Harry's bare chest. Draco felt a zing of electricity go through his arm and into his heart, where it settled into a warm fuzzy feeling. Draco bit down on his lip to suppress another moan. He heard Harry talking with Mrs. Weasley and glared at Harry when he had to tell him about his relationship to Ron. He could feel the ice shooting from his eyes and almost saw the water on Harry's chest freezing.

"Where's the bathroom? I need to change." Draco said, holding up his duffel bag. Harry led him down a hallway lined with pictures of the Weasley family through the years. Draco saw the twins' grins becoming more and more evil as the school pictures progressed. Harry opened a door. Draco walked in and pulled the door shut behind him. He leaned against the door, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He put his hand on his chest where he could feel his heart hammering away.

"Be still, my beating heart." He murmured. He gripped the hem of his shirt in his hands and off his shirt. What he saw pleased him. The sculpted body of a Malfoy met his eyes, 6-pack, pecs and all (A/N: ohmigod… breathe, breathe.). One of the sentences from the red notebook popped into his head. Ron had been teasing Harry about being gay, and Harry had retorted about Draco's sex appeal. Draco smiled softly and caught himself blushing. He shook his head and grabbed his board shorts out of his duffel bag. He pulled off his pants and slid on the black and green swimwear. He stuffed his clothes into his duffel bag and walked out of the bathroom. He walked into the kitchen to see his aunt bustling around, cooking and singing along to an old record.

"Oh! Hello, Draco, didn't see you there. My, I haven't seen you in so long! Not since Ron and you were only, oh, gosh, you were still in diapers, dear me! But look how you've grown!" Mrs. Weasley gave Draco a pat on the shoulder and went back to her cooking. Draco blinked. He had no memories of his mother in the kitchen. Hell, he had no memories of a kitchen! He shook his head and went outside.

He stepped through the door just in time to see the twins' splashes arch into Ginny, Marie and Hermione's shirts. He chuckled. He felt himself being watched, and turned to see Harry staring straight at him.

Time for a little mind game, Mr. Potter. Draco smirked.

"Jealous potter? A personal gym will do wonders for someone's… sex appeal." Harry turned red and suddenly walked off the edge of the pool into the water. Draco laughed out loud at this. He then realized where he was and settled back into his Malfoy mask. He turned toward the table near the fence and saw red plastic cups. His brow furrowed. Alcohol? No, Aunt Molly wouldn't allow that. He walked over and picked up one of the cups. The liquid inside looked like root beer. After a few sips he decided it was root beer. He walked over to the tall wooden fence and cradled the cup in his hands.

Alright, so I know Harry's gay and in love with me. I know that I am at least confused, and suddenly he's starting to look really sexy shirtless.

Draco glanced up from the cup in his hand. Harry was standing alone by the edge of the pool, staring into the water. Draco cocked his head and stared at him. The shrinking amount of sunlight glinted off his bare shoulders and hands and reminded Draco of … well, he didn't really know what, but it made him feel…secure.

And it also scared him shitless.

End chapter

Me: well? Whaddya think? God, this took me forever. Sorry for the wait! Review or nothing else for a while!