Harry was standing in the courtyard of the school. It was uncharacteristically empty, not a laughing first year, not a gaggle of Ravenclaws talking about any gossip they could get their hands on. He had an uneasy feeling rise within him and he looked around confusedly. He walked around as a mist settled on the tiers of the Hogwarts castle.
"Harry" a purr carried on the wind to Harry's ears and a shiver ran through himand he spun to face the other boy. "Harry, you're not upset are you?" the blonde soothed, almost mockingly.
"Malfoy, go away, you're the last person I want to see right now" he spat, though not entirely convinced of this himself.
"That's not true" his pursed lips stretched into his trademark smirk. Did he read Harry's mind?
"You don't know anything..." the scarred boy muttered.
"On the contrary, Harry, I know everything" Malfoy was suddenly shirtless, and Harry's eyes wandered to his body. His chiseled, fit body. His pecs were stunning, much more muscular than Harry ever would imagine. He had defined abs, and Harry felt sickened by the sudden overwhelming need to touch them. "You want more, don't you Harry. I can see it in your eyes. You want to touch more than you want to look, don't you" Malfoy moaned into Harry's ear.
"Get the hell out of here, Malfoy!" Harry intended it to sound like a threat but it came out more as a plea. Malfoy laughed and moved even closer to Harry.
"I think we know each other well enough for you to call me Draco" he rolled his R's and let out another trilling laugh, "I mean, you kissed me."
"I was delusional, if you don't remember!" Harry hissed, "Because of your teams little stunt"
Malfoy stuck his bottom lip out, patronisinly. "You're not still mad about that are you? Because I know you know it's not my fault"
"I know..." Harry didn't know what to say, "I know that" he murmured dumbly.
"You want to do it again?" Malfoy persued, his low, whispering voice thick with lust.
"Do what?" Harry asked defensively, trying to move away from the forthcoming embrace of the taller boy.
Malfoy looked annoyed at Harry's resistance and moved towards him with more purpose, "Harry you know exactly what. Do not deny you want to kiss me" Harry sighed. He didn't want to and his mind roared at him internally but a little tiny but growing voice told him to do nothing but that. To take the hair, that was flowing dreamily, as though they were underwater, and run his coarse hands through it, feel the soft silvery blonde strands massaging his fingers, caress his face, softly press his own lips to that of the Slytherin, lose himself in the kiss. Slip his tongue in to his rival's mouth, explore him.
Harry stifled his thoughts with a determination that attmepted to push it completely out of his mind. He stiffened his expression into a grimace.
"You'd like to think that, wouldn't you, Malfoy. Think that I want to kiss you? I didn't know Voldemort's pet was a homo." Harry smirked at this cutting remark and the look of genuine hurt flash across his face and he saw the usually hard face seemed to well up with tears. Harry could barely believe his eyes. Draco Malfoy did not cry. This couldn't be real. As though mimicking the connection between He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Harry before Voldemort's downfall Harry saw a series of events he sensed belonged to Malfoy: A familiar outcry as Lucius Malfoy was killed before his eyes, Harry seemingly basking in the glory of proving himself as the "Chosen One", a stressed Malfoy looking into the mirror and bashing his family ring into the mirror over and over again until it breaks, Harry leaning in and kissing him full on the mouth, the conversation with Blaise who turned into Harry. The visions ended there and when Harry was brought back to the present he found himself tangled up in the arms of Draco Malfoy who's tears rubbed onto Harry's cheeks as Draco moved in for a long tender kiss. Harry's mind cried out in protest and he felt disgusted with himself, but his body refused to stop. Malfoy pushed him against one of the four pillars in the courtyard, his hands on Harry's shoulders, and bending his head down to reach Harry who was shorter than he was. Harry involuntarily out his hands around the taller boy's neck and drew him closer. Draco stroked Harry down from his shoulders to the back of his jeans, squeezing Harry and moving so that their legs intertwined. Harry's mind had been totally melted away and he was happily losing himself in this unusual scenario. Suddenly and violently, Harry was pushed into the pillar and the hands that were moving all over him were now pinning him threateningly, he opened his eyes to find, not Malfoy, but Ron.
"Ron? When? Wait, you were here? Where's Malfoy?" Harry looked around incredulously.
"I thought we were mates!" Ron roared, in a tone of anger that Harry had never heard before and Malfoy was wiped clean out of his thoughts.
"We...we are mates, Ron!" Harry said, confusedly "What are you talking about?"
"You're dating my little sister. Are you gay? with MALFOY? That snake" Ron spat on the ground, completely raging. Harry's eyes widened as he wondered how to answer.
"I know what it looks like, but it's not! I'm not... gay, I don't even know whats going on" Harry spluttered. Rons face was contorted with fury and he looked at Harry venomously.
"I'm a pretty open-minded guy. But not when my best friend, my sister's boyfriend, is a... a... fag." He hissed, and Harry felt as though he'd just been punched in the gut, as though he were about to be sick but couldn't muster it. "How could you keep something like this from me." Ron whispered, now more upset at Harry holding out on him.
"I swear, Ron, it was only once, only once. I don't even really know how it happened. I hate Malfoy, and I love Ginny, please believe me!" Harry begged him.
"Not from what I've seen. I can't believe you would do this to Ginny, I'll never forgive you for this." Ron turned away, and Harry felt like crying, he was choking on his words and his eyes burned.
When he turned back, Ron was not himself. On the contrary, he was Hermione, extending a sympathetic hand that rested cautiously on his shoulder. She was looking at him with sad eyes, paired with a sad smile and her hand squeezed his shoulder and she took a step closer.
"Harry..." she murmured, and her soft voice was soothing to Harry, who was still recovering from Ron's explosion. "Harry, what are you doing?" It was all he could do to stop himself from breaking down. Everything around him seemed to be doing the same thing.
"I don't know, Hermione, I don't think I'm doing it! It's Malfoy, I-I... just don't know" Harry was just as confused as Hermione looked.
"I thought you hated him" She murmured.
"More than anything, please believe me, Hermione" Harry whispered desperately.
"I believe you, Harry, but Ron..." she gestured frustratedly into the distance and looked annoyed at how the two friends were seemingly no longer speaking, "Harry, you're my best friend, and I love you like I would my own brother, no matter what you...choose to do" Hermione bit her lip, "but I'm in love with Ron and I can't stand him being mad at me... let me...let me try and cool him off?" She suggested uncertainly.
"It's...it's fine." Harry said defeatedly, "I understand" Harry suddenly felt empty. Ginny hated him, Ron hated him, and Hermione couldn't be his friend. He was completely alone.
