Summary:

After a rough 5th year. Harry finds himself in a secret relationship. But what happens when others find out? Harry/Draco. Mentions Harry/Blaise and Harry/Charlie.

Sorry this has taken a long time to write. Lots of homework and other annoying things in life.

Also, if anybody wants to Beta this. Please send me a message. It needs help.

Chapter 4: Fiery Fights

Harry and Draco jerked when they heard their potions professor bellowing out Draco's name, resulting in Draco's legs pinning down the others hips. Madame Pomfrey came running out of her office again this time clearly directing her anger at Snape.

"Severus! I have a student, who is trying to sleep, and it is not Mr. Malfoy, I don't know where he is but look elsewhere!"

"Perhaps you should look at your patient then?" Snape said with a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth while gesturing towards Harry's bed.

Both the boys glared at the head of Slytherin as Pomfrey turned and found Draco indeed with Harry. She sputtered then turned and left the room looking quite baffled.

"Draco Malfoy, how could you do that? Asking Potter to that ridiculous ball in front of your father is a sure way to get yourself killed! Had headmaster Dumbledore not been there I wouldn't put it past Lucius to cast any of the unforgivable on you! It is a reckless irresponsible thing a Gryffindor would do!" Snape snapped, the smile completely forgotten.

"I am not a Gryffindor!" Draco shouted, clearly outraged that he would be called anything to that degree.

"No," Harry said lazily. "But you are sitting on one."

Draco grumbled while getting off and turning to his Head of House. "Severus…"

"Do not call me that here!" Snape hissed.

"Fine Sir! I'm tired of hiding from my father. I shouldn't have to follow his ideals anymore. I'm almost of age. It just isn't right anymore."

"Do you know how many people would want to have you dead? So many students are going to be getting orders from their parents and Voldemort himself to kill you know. You are no longer safe at Hogwarts."

"I will still have my friends."

"Who, Draco, Who is going to be your friend now that you openly defied your father."

"Harry will, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle. They all will protect me with their life."

"Oh yes, poor Draco's going to get killed, let's throw The Boy Who Lived in front of him." Snape mocked him.

"That's not what I'm saying." Draco yelled at him in frustration.

"You are my god-son and I am supposed to do everything to protect you. How am I supposed to do that when you are going against Lucius?"

"I didn't think that…"

"Precisely, you didn't think." He sneered. "Tomorrow, my quarters, 8 o'clock. Both of you."

"Yes Sir." Harry and Draco said in unison as their professor swept out without waiting for the answer.

Draco got up on the tiny bed and curled up behind Harry and draping his arm over his boyfriend.

"Draco, I'm sorry." Harry said while playing with his partner's hand.

"Harry it isn't your fault."

"Yeah but if I could just kill the bastard now."

"You are not running out and getting yourself killed. I didn't just out myself for you to do that."

"Ha, I guess the whole school knows were gay." Harry said quietly.

"We just play it off as a joke. I'll tell Blaise to pretend that it was a dare."

"I don't care. Why don't we not tell anybody that we've been together, let's just do it."

"Mmm, doing it sounds fun." Draco murmured into the messy hair that lay in front of him.

"Not here. But seriously, let's just be a couple with no prelude. Do you know how much it will throw everybody off?"

"Ooo will Granger be pissed?"

"You know, if you weren't gay, I'd think that you were interested in her."

"I'd never be interested in a mu…ggleborn."

"Is that right?"

"Your half blood, that's okay." Draco said in a matter of fact tone.

"Is that so? But, even though I'm half wizard blood, I know less about wizarding cultures that Hermione."

"But you are still wizard blooded."

"Wouldn't you rather have someone who knows about that stuff?"

"No, I'd just rather have you." Draco said. "Over any know-it-all."

"Good, because you're who I want." Harry said turning to face his boyfriend and planting a passionate kiss on his lips. "Now, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Stay, go, I don't care."

The two boys snuggled (even though Draco doesn't call it that) together and quickly fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, getting one of the best night sleeps in a long time.

Harry was released from the hospital wing by a blushing Madame Pomfrey who had found the boys lazily kissing when she had went to wake up Harry and give him the last of the potions he needed. She advised him that should he feel weak or tired to report back immediately. As soon as she walked away Draco had snickered knowing that his boyfriend would ignore any lingering symptoms. Once they headed out of the infirmary they parted ways and headed to their respective dormitories. Once arriving in the Gryffindor common room Harry was bombarded with a raving redhead and once again was glad that everyone was in classes.

"Harry! What is this about you wanting to go to the ball with Malfoy? Hermione says its fine but it's not. Does he have you under some sort of spell? I'll get him back for whatever this is."

"Ron, it's just a dance. Can you imagine what the school is going to do when Dra... Malfoy and I show up together? It's not a big deal."

"It's not a big deal?? Are you kidding me? It's Malfoy. And a BOY!"

"Yes I have noticed that over the last 6 years. Listen Ron, what bothers you more? Malfoy or me being gay?"

Ron started sputtering. "Malfoy of course."

"I think it's me being gay." Harry said taking a step towards his blushing friend. "The fact that I share a room with you, a shower with you. It scares you."

"No...It… um… "

"Your blushing Ron. Doesn't match your hair well. Perhaps it's fear that I will dream of you as I wank. Is that it? Because you're not the redhead I think about." Harry smirked and backed off his friend who was pinning himself against the wall. He could tell that Ron was mulling things over and trying to figure out what he really just said.

"Which redhead." Ron asked quietly as though not really wanted to know. Harry had already taken up a seat on the couch to the left of where Ron was still against the wall.

"I'm sorry Ron. Won't it bother you that one of your brothers is the center of my fantasies?"

"Which one?" Ron said louder, anger rising in his voice.

"Charlie." Harry bit back a smirk at his friends face. "Bother you?"

"He's straight. All my brothers are."

"Not as straight as you think Ronnikins." Harry watched as Ron's face got impossible redder. "Breathe mate."

"No, you are coming up with impossible things just to irritate me. Okay fine, gay people creep me out! There happy?" Ron was now standing in front of Harry. His anger clearly visible.

"Listen Ron, You have these things that make you believe certain things. Seamus is gay too! And I know for a fact that your dragon taming brother is gay too, Ron. You see people certain ways. And if it turns out differently and doesn't suit what you had in mind you get angry. I know that your whole family wants me to get with Ginny. But I don't like girls and I couldn't picture marrying my sister."

"But you'd get with your brother?"

"I see Ginny all the time. I never see Charlie. Maybe occasionally on the Holidays but that's it. This summer he helped me Ron. I was overworked at the Dursleys, still fighting the fact that Sirius was dead. I couldn't handle it by myself. He came to talk to me. I took a chance and it was much better than anything I had before. But I'm so tired of secret relationships Ron. I can't stand it. You try hiding something that means so much to you because you know that you can't risk their safety. It's hell."

Ron didn't say anything; instead he turned and left a very upset Harry sitting alone on the couch. Ron headed in the direction of the boys dormitory, stopping for a moment before continuing up the steps. Harry remained on the couch for what felt like several hours. He knew he didn't want any more secrets but he was afraid he just lost his best friend. Slowing getting up and clambering out of the portrait hole he wandered up through the various hallways and moving staircases, finally ending up in the Owlery. Grabbing a quill and spare piece of parchment he wrote a quick note to his old lover.

C.W

Ron knows. I told him.

H.P

Harry sent the letter off with a brown school owl instead of using his identifiable snowy owl, using her for comfort. Harry sat down in the corner of the high tower room with his owl on his knee. His mind replaying the argument with his best friend until he slowly drifted off to sleep.