A/N: I swear I have a good excuse. I was really sick. For a REALLY long time. It was terrible. I'm sorry this isn't even a very long chapter, but I tried!! And that's what's important, right:D:D Please review, but no flames, I don't think my ego could take that right now

Please report any typos because I wanted to get this out so I didn't really proof read it… :D

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As Harry sunk into his mattress in Ron's room, an awful feeling came over him. Had Bill and he really just grinded to completion? It had seemed like a wonderful idea at the time, but as he thought about it, he realized he really didn't want to have to deal with the consequences that would follow his actions.

Harry was too honest to keep this a secret from Draco forever. The guilt would eat away at him. But Draco didn't tell him about the guy from the bar. Jeremy was his name? On the other hand, Draco had been drunk and it hadn't exactly been Draco's fault, he admitted to himself.

Harry sighed. Why did he have to be attracted to Bill and Draco?

Life would be so much easier if it was just Draco or, for that matter, just Bill. But both together was not going to work.

Harry resolved to tell Draco about the incident at the first possible (and appropriate) opportunity.

Maybe if he were to tell him strait away, Draco would think he regretted it, and be easier on him. Not likely though. Letting him find out from someone else would not be beneficial. In fact, it would be downright stupid of him.

Harry tossed and turned all night until it was finally early enough to get out of bed and not be apparent about it. After a quiet breakfast, Dumbledore came through the fireplace to bring Harry back to Hogwarts.

Just before he stepped into the green fire, the Gryffindor looked back on the Weasley's only to see Bill coming down from upstairs for the first time that morning. He quickly averted his eyes, and missed Bills confused and disappointed expression.

The next thing he knew, he was stepping out of the fireplace in Dumbledore's office, and bidding the Headmaster goodbye.

As Harry was walking to his dorm, he was nearly hyperventilating. He wasn't sure he could hold back the threatening tears if Draco reacted in the way he thought he was sure to.

Upon reaching the dorm, Harry knocked and heard Draco moving to open the door.

"You're back!" Draco said in surprise. "I was sure you would spend the day with them since you were already there."

He went to kiss Harry, who pulled away and turned his head preventing the kiss.

Draco looked at him oddly. "What?" Harry hesitated. Suddenly he didn't want to do this. With everything going on, this wouldn't help their relationship at all. But then, he had done it and now he had to own up to it.

"I have something I have to tell you." He stopped.

Draco could tell this obviously wasn't good news. He thought maybe he didn't even want to know what Harry was about to tell him. He prompted him anyway.

"What?" Harry took a deep breath, not able to believe he had the balls to do this.

"When I was at the Weasley's last night, I dunno, I had a glass of wine, not that I was drunk or anything, but Bill kept flirting with me, and I was really tired…" He trailed off. Harry had no idea what he could possibly say next to fix this. He looked at Draco, who was glaring at him.

"So did you let him fuck you, or what?"

Harry jumped to look at him. "No! I can't believe you think I would do that!"

"Well, you obviously did something you don't want to talk about, so what was it?!" Harry swallowed hard.

"We… made out and groped and stuff…" He muttered.

The blood clenched his teeth, fuming. "Did he make you come?" he sneered. Harry was shocked and embarrassed. "How can you ask that? That's so inappropriate."

Draco laughed derisively. "Ya because actually doing it behind my back is SO appropriate. I can't believe you."

Harry turned to him. "What about you? You went home with some guy you didn't even know while you were drunk."

"What I did wasn't even that bad. We didn't do anything but kiss and it's not like I enjoyed it! Bill's so much older than you, plus he's a Weasley! You'd rather have a Weasel than me? What's wrong with you?!"

"My god Draco, I'd rather have you, otherwise I wouldn't be telling you this. I'd be hiding it from you if I wanted to be with Bill! I feel bad for what I did, but it just happened out of the blue. I didn't even think to stop!"

Still glaring his Malfoy glare, Draco said "This is so fucked up Potter; we're never going to work. We've been together a few days and we've both cheated. We can't do this. Fuck." He sighed and walked out, slamming the door to the dorm.

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Harry sat down on his bed, or rather; fell down after the door had shut. A lonely tear traced his cheek and he let it. He couldn't believe what a mess he was in.

He didn't want to like Draco, no less love him, but he couldn't help himself. Something drew him to the Slytherin and as much as he tried to fight it, as much as he tried to forget about it, he couldn't.

Harry was captivated.

His feelings for Draco were so much different than his feelings for Bill. With Bill, it as more because he was friendly and ridiculously attractive. While Draco was also ridiculously attractive, he also felt right with him. Like they were somehow made to fit.

He thought back on Draco's departing words.

He was wrong. It had to work out, they were mates. It was just frustrating at the moment because they were both new at this, and had no idea how to be in a relationship.

Add that to their strong differing personalities and competitive natures, and it promised to be hard but interesting.

Harry was sure, well; at least he hoped everything would cool down and end up fine.

That didn't mean he didn't regret his evening previous.

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After Harry had flooed out of the Burrow, the Weasley family had drifted off to do their respective chores for the day, but Bill went strait back up to his room.

What was going on with Harry?

Why hadn't he sought Bill out that morning to talk? He had just left without saying a word.

Bill had thought that last night had meant something. Of course, he knew Harry had to lead Draco on because of the vampire thing (which he still wasn't quite clear on), but wasn't that the extent of it?

Yesterday when he had asked Harry about his love life, he had replied that nothing was happening.

He had taken that as an opening.

Harry had been looking at the red head during throughout the evening and after Bill winked at him and not received a negative reaction, he had thought the interest was mutual. So why did he take off in the morning?

There was definitely more to this than Bill had originally thought.

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Harry had decided a couple minutes ago to go apologize to Draco. He was just outside the Slytherin common rooms, mustering up his courage for the second time that day.

He spoke the password and passed through the common room to Draco's room. Standing outside, he could hear a few sounds, but nothing definitive.

He cracked the door open and to his alarm, he heard Draco sobbing softly, taking intermediate sniffles. The sound would stop for a second, then start up again without warning.

His eyes wide, Harry slowly closed the door, careful not to make a sound.

Still in shock, eyes still wide, he nearly ran up the flights to the doors of the castle and went outside. It was now mid afternoon and the hottest part of the day was over.

Harry stayed outside for a few hours thinking single mindedly about Draco.

Did their relationship really have a chance, or was he being overly optimistic before. Harry guessed not much would make the stoic Slytherin cry, and if he was so upset that he was crying, he must have meant it when he said they couldn't go out anymore.

It was something Harry didn't even want to think about.

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Harry was right; Draco didn't cry over nothing. He had just received a letter from his father (whom he thought had still been at Hogwarts) that a team of Order members had collected his mother from their manor.

She was now safe from Voldemort's wrath. His parents were currently staying in an undisclosed Order member's house for as long as need be.

This bittersweet news combined with Harry's story and the fact that he hadn't slept at all this past night caused him to have a short lived, but explosive breakdown.

Draco's mind wandered back to Harry, as was the custom. He was unbelievably stupid.

Was this supposed to be some sort of payback for Jeremy? If so, it was terrible, and if not, it was unbearable. Harry had gotten off with some other attractive guy.

He couldn't see himself ever fully forgiving Harry for that.

They were supposed to be together. Just the night before, they had shared an intimate experience, feeding and all. If this was how their relationship was going to be, he didn't want to be a part of it.

And yet he knew he couldn't get out of it. Yes, Harry was a wonderful guy- most of the time- but would they really be putting themselves through all this if they weren't mates?

Draco couldn't be positive but he thought he would have loved Harry with or without the presence of the potential bond.

In short, Draco had no idea what to do about Harry.

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