A/N: . Here it is! This one's longer than the last. Next chapter is half written.

Denial. Harry realized he'd been going through denial. Hermione claimed that admitting to being of the gay persuasion was the first and hardest step. Step in what, Harry didn't have a clue. All her knew was that he always felt as if everyone's eyes were upon him at all times.

Ron was a bit strange towards Harry ever since Harry's outburst in the Great Hall. Harry supposed Hermione had told Ron about Harry's newfound sexuality.

"He'll get used to it, don't worry," Hermione said as she often did. But Harry had a hard time focusing when she did so. It had been about a month since school started and Harry still hadn't heard a thing from the gift sender.

Every morning he anticipated an owl, and every night he went to bed disappointed. Maybe the person found out Harry was gay and they gave up. Harry cast a wary look at the three picture frames every night before he drifted off to sleep. The empty picture frame mocked him. It mocked him because it seemed to have known something he didn't.

He often tried to ask the pictures who the gift sender was, but as soon as he did, the picture of him would zoom off, while his parents would dance off, twirling and smiling nervously. That made him angry. A lot seemed to be angering him lately, as in homework, Hermione's mood swings, Seamus hitting on him, Ron avoiding him and his re-occurring dream about no other than Mr. Malfoy.

It usually went something like:

Harry was sitting by the lake, just relaxing. Then a frantic voice yelled out to him to run. He saw a half naked Malfoy in only his boxers. Malfoy grabs Harry arm, pulling him deep into the forest, despite his protests. Once deep enough, a house appears. It's made of stone and it much resembles Hagrid's hut. Malfoy rushes Harry into the hut looking more.. Something than Harry had ever seen. Was it fear? Regret? Love?

"Harry they're coming!" He yells. Then he swiftly kissed Harry, pulling away leaving Harry breathless, and almost whining for more. Then hurried footsteps are heard outside the hut and all goes black.

Every time Harry woke up in a cold sweat. Every time he seemed to find Malfoy more and more attractive.

"Oh, I like it like that! He's working that back. I don't know how to act. Slow motion for meh, slow motion for meh. Move it slow motion for meh," Seamus sung to Harry in what he thought was a seductive tone, but in actuality was quite comical.

"Seamus, for the sixteenth time today, no." Seamus grinned slyly, as he then went up the boys dorm stairs. Harry sighed and went back to his book.

"Harry. Harry. Can I talk to you?" Hermione's voice broke his thoughts abruptly.

Having been paying attention more lately, Harry started to pay attention to Hermione. Her pregnancy affected everyone it seemed. Hermione had fewer friends, Ron was a bit more popular and Harry was the one being ignored. Harry loved it, although he hated the circumstances. Hermione however was as happy as could be, or at least that's what everyone thought. Inside she was crying and screaming. Harry knew it, but he felt like the only one. Ron never seemed to care, as he was always surrounded by girls and guys alike.

He set down his book, and stood up, walking over to the corner of the Common Room to where Hermione stood.

"What's up, 'mione?"

"I've just been wondering, who or why was it that made you question your sexuality?" She asked, casually.

Harry shrugged, not wanting to share with Hermione that it was Malfoy. Malfoy and his luscious blonde hair. Beautiful gray eyes. Thin small frame.

"Does it have anything to do with Malfoy?"

Harry stopped breathing.

"Because Ron told me that for a while now, you've been saying 'Malfoy' and 'Draco' in your sleep. If you're lusting after Malfoy, you might want to keep it to yourself. Everyone's afraid of you. They think you're mad, Harry" Hermione sighed.

It was true that it seemed Harry felt as if he were lusting after Draco. Every night, the dream that used to be a nuisance, got more and more strange. Things like, kisses, moaning, rubbing and a series of other actions began to populate his dreams.

" 'Mione.. If I tell you something, will you promise to not tell a soul? Not even your kids when they come." Hermione bit her lower lip, before nodding.

"I promise.." Harry nodded.

"Well, on the train.." And he was off. He told her everything. All the things he felt, said and did. At the end, Hermione was smiling.

"Harry, that sounded like a romance story.. In a twisted type of way.. But romance all the same.." She smiled, scrunching her nose. Harry smiled with relief.

"Glad you think so. But uh, I need to take a walk.." Hermione nodded, moving away from the Common Room entrance door. Harry smiled, and then exited the Common Room.

The Corridors were mostly empty as Harry ambled through them. He wanted company, but at the same time, he enjoyed being alone. His mind began to wonder. It wondered back to Draco. Draco and his wonderfully pouty lips, fragrant blonde hair, and those smoky gray eyes Harry just wanted to disappear into.

A wall quickly met up with Harry.

I tried to tell more about Hermione. I got a suggestion to do so, so I tried. I will definitely include her and Ron more in the next few chapters.

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Paige