Chapter 8!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . i don't own this . ra r, u wonderful ppl!0.o cookies are in.

The next day, Draco was sitting alone and bored in the common room. It was something he was realizing. When he wasn't with Harry, he was getting more and more bored of everyone else. No one else seemed to matter any more. Harry, and his voice. Wow, those two combined sent Draco into spirals of enthrallment every single time. He sighed deeply and rolled over on the floor. Everything was so tough, and right now, all he could do was think about Harry. He should be thinking about the war, about his…lord. Gross. 'Voldermort does not own me. Snape doesn't own me, my father doesn't own me. No one does."

A knock on the door set him up. Who would be knocking unless they were from another house? Or maybe someone just forgot the password. He hoped it was the second one. He wasn't up for any visits, and as a prefect, people usually visited him. Not bothering to button up his shirt he pushed the door open.

A boy was standing there, paper clutched in his hand, looking around everywhere with the most adoring look in his eyes. "Wow." He whispered out loud. Draco cleared his throat and the boy snapped his eyes towards him. His uniform was really immaculate, and Draco had never seen him before. His eyes were currently wide with staring at Draco's chest and they seemed very innocent- looking. His face was nice and chiseled, incredibly good looking really, though Draco hardly noticed, and his body was toned and tanned and everything a girl (and boy) would want.

"I'm sorry." He finally stuttered after about 20 seconds of staring. Then he held out his hand. "M-my name's Blaise. "Professor Dumbledore told me I could find you here and that you would show me around."

Draco shook his hand. Blaise held on a little too long for his liking but he ignored it. "Oh, well come on in."

Blaise smiled again and brushed past him. "Hey, since I'm new to this school and stuff, could you show me around?" He asked sweetly. Draco glanced at the handsome boy in front of him. "Sure." He sighed. The boy blushed, and then positively beamed. "Your eyes are gorgeous." He almost breathed out. Draco gave a weak smile. "Thanks, umm, so this is the common room. We all pretty much hang out here." Blaise nodded, but seemed more interested in gazing at Draco. "Where's your room?" He whispered almost huskily. Draco could feel the sexual tension, something he so desperately needed to relieve, building inside him. He'd never do that with Harry. Have sex. That was a definite sign of love in his book and he wasn't giving Harry any ideas.

Blaise was moving nearer to Draco. "Actually," Draco tried to say calmly, though his heart was pounding. "All the boys sleep together. In one room."

"What?" Blaise asked, his innocence returning. "And they allow that?"

Draco shrugged his answer. Blaise, as innocent as he seemed, was making more moves than he could count, and he didn't know what to do.

'Let him. He's hot, he's a slytherin, and he can take your mind off things.'

So he allowed Blaise to kiss his lips softly and didn't resist. "I-I'm sorry." Blaise' voice was shaky. "I didn't mean to be so forthcoming." Draco rolled his eyes, wishing to get on with things. He wanted to forget the world. Now.

Grasping Blaise's wrists, he shoved him, if somewhat forcefully into the wall and began desperately kissing him. He didn't like this boy, he didn't know him, but he needed him to relive his frustration. And for Blaise it seemed like any hot guy would do. He couldn't very well send an owl to Harry saying 'Harry come quick, I want someone to snog.' No. Harry was special. Someone that only could be called on for the things of utmost importance. He didn't want to start relying on him anyways. Suddenly Draco realized Harry hadn't called him for help since they'd started this…thing. Did he really need Harry more than Harry needed him? Or was Harry simply laughing behind his back about the guy that was always crying?

The thought mad him furious and he kissed Blaise even more passionately because of it. Blaise smiled at him, and arched his neck as Draco began kissing down it, nibbling on his collarbone and sending rivets of shock down to his privates.

He began moaning and Draco could hardly stand it. This guy's voice was hot. If he closed his eyes, or just imagined hard enough, he could pretend it was Harry. He had an incredible body and a nice voice. Yes, this could work. Maybe they could even start a relationship.

Blaise squirmed, tangling his fingers into Draco's hair. Draco wanted to scream. He wanted to yell out all the pain he was going through. It wasn't fair to be taking everything out on the slender boy against him (though Blaise seemed to be enjoying every second of it). Blaise was bucking his body wildly, obviously begging for more. Draco didn't move slowly, like he did with Harry, who took his time to kiss his tears away and ease Draco's pain, he just ravished Blaise.

Blaise moaned as Draco's hot lips made contact with his shoulder and his eyes rolled back when Draco bit into it. He wrapped his arms around Draco passively. Draco ran his tongue in and over the other boy's teeth. He missed Harry so much. He was all he could think about. He wanted to hold him, to feel him right now. Obviously, Harry was intoxicating. And he could never have him…

Draco couldn't stand the thought. It was probably one of the most depressing thoughts he'd had in a long time. He didn't notice he'd stopped kissing Blaise and he didn't notice he was crying either till Blaise pointed it out.

"What the hell?" Blaise said in confusion. "You're fucking crying."

"Glad you noticed." Draco commented dryly. Blaise stared at him. "Homopaloza much?" he asked. Draco only blinked. He was crying, and this guy had jokes? "Leave me alone." He snapped, wiping his face. "The boys dormitory is up the stairs and to the left."

Blaise shrugged. "Thanks." He said gruffly, and then added. "Listen, you're really hot, but I just can't handle the crying thing. I don't think any guy can." Then he turned to go up the stairs.

Draco rolled his eyes again, wiping the remains of the tears that a few seconds ago had been coursing own his face and stared up at the ceiling. He laughed at himself. Of course Blaise couldn't replace Harry. Harry could handle it. Harry was irreplaceable. And that made him feel vulnerable.

Two hours later something was gnawing at Draco's mind. Blaise hadn't accepted he fact that he cried when he was in pain. But then he really didn't know the boy. Would his friends be more understanding? Everyone had been out to hogsmade for the day. When they came back he had to know. Would they care that he was gay? It wasn't as if he were dating Harry or anything. He didn't even have to tell them about him. Just that he liked…males.

'Shake it off Draco. You've known these guys since first year. Nothing bad is going to happen. They'll accept you. It will make your relationship stronger!'

'Yeah. Nothing to worry about.' Draco told himself firmly, curling up into a defensive ball on the floor, waiting for there returns.

Draco stood at the bottom of the stairwell, breath heaving and raging. He hadn't been able to stand waiting in his room anymore and had opted to stay here instead. His heart flew straight into his throat as he saw a group with Pansy, a few of her friends, Goyle, Crabble and this really sweet-looking boy he'd seen once before, with bright blue eyes and soft, almost feminine features. "Guys I have something to tell you." Draco whispered softly. Everyone's head turned in his direction. "Draco, sweetie!" Pansy called out in a sweet, syrupy voice, stepping towards him. "I didn't see you there." "What's wrong?" one of her friends asked, her eyes roaming all over Draco's body and making him uncomfortable. Pansy shot her a warning look before smiling sweetly at Draco. "Yeah, what's up?" She chirruped. "You know we're always here for you." "I kind of have a confession to make." Draco said, casting his eyes downward. "What is it?" Pansy asked. By now everyone was gazing at him with concern, even Goyle, who didn't usually follow conversations very well. Draco took a deep breath before looking back up. "I'm…gay." He whispered.

Finally, chapter 8? How do you like it so far. I know it sucks and I would've stopped from chapter one if it weren't for your wonderful comments. Thank you sooooo much Blondeygirl, thanks again Enigmus andiridescentcloud I'll definitely take your advice and slow things down a bit. Thanks pplz.

Thought for today- if you have no shoes think about the guy that lives in a billionare mansion in Beverly hills. Wait…that's not right.