A/N:

Yeah I'm the original author:P I decided to change accounts for a new start. E-mail me on either account and I'll give you the same answer :)

potterluvva - thanks for the input! I didn't want to drag out the teasing thing coz I thought I'd get flamed for putting Draco through hell lol. But if it'll make you happy I'll try and put a bit more Draco teasing in :)

"He's WHAT!" Ron said, choking on his pumpkin juice. He started laughing hysterically.

From the Slytherin table, Draco's heart sank as he realised what they were talking about.

"Gay…" Harry muttered, shoving more food into his mouth uninterestedly.

"I should've known! No guy who takes that long on his hair could be straight!" Ron said happily. "So, who does he like?"

"I dunno. He wouldn't tell me."

"Really you two, why are you so interested in Malfoy's personal life?" Hermione asked.

"Because it just got funny beyond words!" Ron said, chuckling. Hermione rolled eyes, going back to her essay.

"I know." A voice in Harry's left ear whispered. Harry jolted, and looked behind him. Blaise Zabini was stood behind him.

"Really who is it?" Ron asked. Usually he didn't talk to any Slytherins, but this was a different.

Draco stopped breathing. 'Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit…'

"He's right here." Blaise said, placing his hands on Harry's shoulders. "Malfoy fancies Potter. In fact, he's totally obsessed with him." Then he walked away, smirking as his words sank in. Harry's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, and Ron's mouth was nearly on the floor. Harry turned to stare in disbelief at Draco, who shifted uneasily in his seat before getting up and leaving the Great Hall.

"Oh…my…god…" Ron muttered. "Who'dve guessed?" then, he snorted. "All these years when we thought he was planning how to kill you, when he was really imagining you in bed…" Harry made a disgusted face.

"Ron!"

"What, it's true!" then his face lit up. "This is great." Harry blinked.

"Just how is this great!"

"Think of all the fun we can have teasing him about this!" Harry frowned.

"I dunno…" then he remembered all the times Draco had taunted, annoyed, and humiliated him. And he remembered back in the corridor. "Yeah right. Then say one Potter. Or better yet, say Sirius." His face set. "You're right."

Draco ran through the halls of the dungeon until he was inside the Slytherin common room. He ran right into his room and locked the door behind him.

"Fuck it…fuck, fuck, fuck it." He snapped, throwing himself onto his bed.

Harry did more or less the same thing. He went up to the Gryffindor common room and locked himself in his bedroom. He sighed, flopping down on his bed and staring out of the window. He never thought he'd be faced with a problem like this. He felt lost. Inside, he knew it wasn't Draco's fault for liking him. But all the things Draco had done to Harry out weighed the feeling that Harry shouldn't make fun of him.

"What am I going to do?" one thing came to his mind. Flying. He unpacked his Firebolt and flew right out of the window.

Once on the Quidditch pitch, he finally felt at home. The Firebolt was a big reminder of Sirius, but while he was flying, he forgot he was on a broom. It was like he was weightless.

After hours of flying, he truly felt like he didn't have a care in the world. Every thought was stripping from his mind as he circled the pitch, and used old muscles to pull off amazing aerial acrobatics. He didn't realise someone was watching.

Draco had come out to get a breath of fresh air to clear his mind. He had wandered aimlessly around the grounds of Hogwarts before ending up on the Quidditch pitch, seeing the one person he wanted to avoid like the plague. He stood, mesmerised by the perfect way in which Harry was flying. It didn't look like he was riding a broom, and sometimes got so fast that Draco's eyes couldn't keep up with him. As he watched Harry land and look straight at him, he felt his heart stop.

"Oh shit." Harry walked right up to him.

"Fancy meeting you here." He said, smirking. Draco blinked. This wasn't quite what he'd expected Harry to say. In fact it wasn't anything like what he'd expected. "Well now, I found out a very humorous detail of yours today, and I found it quite amusing." Draco glowered at him.

"Amusing!"

"Yes. Very." Harry said, walking even closer to Draco. Draco tensed up.

"What the fuck are you doing Potter!" Harry stopped when their noses were mere centimetres away. Draco could feel Harry's breath on his lips, and it was sending shivers up his spine.

"You tell me Draco." Draco blinked. Harry never called him by his first name! Draco started breathing heavily, before closing the distance between them in a kiss. Harry let the Slytherin kiss him for a few seconds, before pulling away. Draco looked at him in confusion and loss.

"What…"

"You know, they never included in the sorting hat rhymes that Gryffindors were terrible teases." Harry smirked. "You don't have a chance with me Malfoy. I bloody hate you." And he walked off, Firebolt over his shoulder, leaving Draco feeling hurt and very pathetic.

Harry put his Firebolt down in his dorm and sighed. Part of him was feeling really lousy for doing that to Draco. But part of him was feeling proud of himself for finally getting him back. He found himself torn in half.

Tears threatened in Draco's eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He hadn't cried since he was 4, and he didn't want to start now. Just for a moment…one shining moment, he'd felt complete. Loved. But then it'd all been ripped away from him in a swirl of lies and hate.

"Why…" why did Harry let me kiss him? The question repeated itself over and over in his mind. "I can't take this…" he muttered, pulling something sharp and metallic out of his pocket.

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