A/N: Here it is, sorry it took so long to get out but I have been busy with uni and such which started this week... um enjoy, I'll try to get the next one out within the week!!
Seamus led Harry away from the blond and up to the Gryffindor Common Room. By the time Harry was seated he was pale, shaking and crying, Seamus thanked every deity that Ron and Hermione were the only ones in the Common Room.
"Harry? Harry? Oh God, Seamus what happened?"
"Malfoy happened, Hermione."
She sighed and wrapped her arms around Harry's shoulder's rocking him as he sobbed into her shirt, when others started to make their way into the Common Room Hermione lead Harry to her room where he fell into an exhausted sleep.
Going back out to the Common Room Hermione looked at Seamus and asked for an explanation, so he said about the play, the almost kiss with Blaise, the kiss with Draco, and then the argument and Draco's final response.
"Malfoy is a bastard."
"Seamus, he wasn't to Harry not at first. Something must have happened between yesterday and today."
Ron looked guilty and Seamus ashamed, they stuttered before going into what happened to turn Harry against the man he had been infatuated with since his arrival.
Flashback:
Ron and Seamus lead Harry into their dormitory and introduced him to the two other boys who were sharing with them, Neville a forgetful bumbling boy and Dean and dark artistic boy.
Once all the boys were in their bed Harry's hangings pulled shut in the appearance of sleep, a conversation started up between the other boys; one which would impact Harry in ways he couldn't know.
"I can't believe that Malfoy's interested in Harry." That was Ron, the disgust evident.
"I know, but he seemed generally interested, like he actually liked Harry's character not just his shaggable body."
"God Seamus, do you think about anything but sex?"
"Dean you should know he doesn't." Ron was sniggering.
"Malfoy's such a slut though, I mean he has a different boyfriend each week." That was Seamus/
"Yep and he just fucks them before leaving them behind." Ron, again the disgust.
"Guys, we don't know if he actually fucks them all we know is he has a different boyfriend each week. I mean we don't even see any PDA." That was Neville placating.
"oh come off it Nev, we don't need to know specific we know enough that all he wants Harry for is a fuck because he's new and interesting, that's all." Seamus was being practical.
"So how do we stop it?" Ron was trying to sound hopeful.
"I don't know tell Harry what Malfoy's really like."
"Ron, Seamus, we don't even know if Harry's gay or bi." Neville again.
"Oh that's irrelevant Nev, so what would you suggest we say Seamus, oh hi Harry, by the way stay away from Malfoy because to him boys are accessories that go out of date within seven days, before if you fuck him. So despite what you may feel about him he's a bastard and a whore!" Ron's voice rose in anger, which caused the other boys to make frantic shushing noises, soon they stopped talking and Harry lay in his bed pillow in mouth to stop the sobs from escaping.
With tears streaming down his face, Harry told himself that all they had said hurt because it was said so brutally but deep down he knew it was because he wanted Draco Malfoy.
Back to present
Harry made his way out of Hermione's room and to the Great Hall for dinner where he steadfastly ignored the steely glare from the Slytherin table, he joined his friends at Gryffindor, they smothered him with questions and treaded carefully about the conversation.
"Hi Harry, how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. Honestly guys I am okay, I just shouldn't let him or anything anybody says about my parents get me so upset."
"Harry nobody knows about your parents and we don't know how Mal- he did, besides it doesn't change who you are. So treacle tart?"
Harry smiled at Hermione and hugged with one arm, before accepting some treacle tart, throwing his shoulders back and keeping his head high. Draco Malfoy would not affect him anymore.
Draco kept watching Harry throughout dinner, annoyed about how Harry seemed to be unaffected by what had happened and how Harry had been so quick to judge him based on the other's opinions he sat up straighter as Harry, Granger, Weasley, Thomas and the Irishman rose from the table laughing.
Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle soon made their way outside to sit under a tree by the lake to enjoy the sunshine and peace of homework free time for the short time it lasted.
"Uh Draco, do you want to leave?"
"Why would I want to do that Blaise?"
Blaise pointed at something over Draco's shoulder, when he turned Draco looked straight into Harry's cold eyes, lifting an eyebrow Draco never looked away from Harry but spoke to Blaise.
"I repeat, why would I want to do that?"
Judging from the look on Harry's face he had heard what Draco had said, and Draco if he listened closely enough he could hear fragments of the conversation from behind him. He could hear Granger's frantic, caring whispers and Potter's harsh response.
"Mione, it's fine. The slut can sit there if he wants I won't stop him."
Draco stood at that point and proceeded to slowly strip himself of his clothes furiously thinking that if Harry thought he was a slut, why not act like one.
Harry and his friends watched in awe as Draco removed his jumper, then shirt to reveal a pale torso, the shoes came next followed by his socks and then the trousers leaving him clad in black boxers. Draco slowly turned to the rest of his friends, of whom Blaise and Pansy had stripped down to their underwear and the three of them made their way to the lake jumping in and playing in the water.
Hermione heard Harry gulp audibly as Draco exposed more and more skin, Harry looked about ready to faint when Draco jumped into the lake, breaking for air his head thrown back water trickling down his chest and face. Draco's blond locks darkened by the water dripped water down his back, shaking his head Draco's hair came free of its confinement falling about his face and into his eyes making him look extremely hot.
In the water Draco could hear fragments of the conversation from the Gryffindors.
"Harry, Harry mate you okay?"
Draco saw Harry nod his head and say something that he didn't catch, the conversation turned in a boring direction before it turned back to Harry's welfare again.
"Harry are you sure you're alright?"
Harry was getting frustrated by now he glanced around and noticed the same looks of pity and concern on their faces, he smirked and raised his voice slightly determined to let Draco hear his next response, he laughed at the looks on their faces as he said cheerfully "for god's sake Ron, I'm bent not broken." (1)
– is from Coronation Street, it was about a brooch but I changed the context lol!! :D
