A/n: I just wanna say thank you to those who marked a follow and favorite. :) Even tho this is just a sort of script, I appreciate it, and I'll try to please you guys at least a little, if not more. Also someone messaged me that Harry met Lucius in his second year, not first, so I give a thanks for that too. I think I fixed it now. Again, I read the books years ago when I was in high school, and my memory isn't too great, so I apologize if I make any mistakes. Feel free to tell me and I'll try to fix it if possible. Anyway onto the story.

Chapter 1: Sharing with Friends

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A warm, strong hand placed itself on his belly, sliding upwards to his chest, and a soft sigh escaped his lips. A thumb slowly drew circles on a nipple beneath his shirt, raising it to a small peak as he emitted a low moan from his throat. Strands of long, blond hair tickled his cheek when his lover drew closer, and a smooth voice whispered in his ear, hot breath brushing against skin.

"Potter...what do you want?"

"I-I..." It was hard to speak when the man's larger, heated body pressed down against his, groaning when their clothed erections pressed together. Another hand slid between their bodies, cupping his hard-on and began to rub ever so gently. He gasped, bucking into the man's hand as best he could. "Please..."

"Please what, Potter? Potter...Potter..."

SLAM!

"Potter!"

Harry's head snapped up from the dream, immediately alert from such a loud noise, and a quite large potions book laying on his desk, which he guessed was what woke him, and a scowling Professor Snape towering in front of him. Of course, he remembered, that he was still in Potions class.

"Sleeping in my class, Mr. Potter?" hissed Snape between clenched teeth, dark orbs narrowed icily at him. His black hair and clothes seemed darker in contrast to the classroom dimly lit with golden light, streaming in from the arched windows behind the potions professor. The rest of the students watched, including a annoyingly grinning Draco Malfoy.

Harry swallowed, not knowing how to answer that. When he didn't respond, the dark haired man replied lowly in his silky, deep voice. "Ten points from Gryfinndor and a detention, Mr. Potter, for your incompetence. Maybe then you will realize your fame won't grant you privileges, especially in my classroom." Snape grasped his hefty book and whipped around with his robes snapping behind him, returning to his desk.

He sighed, slumping against his chair. Great. Detention with Snape. Most likely his professor would have him scrubbing chamber pots or some other mundane activity as punishment. Either way, his mind returned to the memory of his erotic dream he just had. It wasn't the first time Harry fantasized about a particular blond in his sleep, or daydreamed about him, especially during class. Lucius Malfoy has been haunting his mind every now and then for years, it was no surprise he'd dream about the alluring male. And now it just got him into trouble. To make things worse, his daydreaming was becoming a lot more frequent as of late.

As soon as class ended, his friends Hermione and Ron made their way past a crowd of fellow 6th years and tallied up alongside him in the hallway. The redhead nudged him. "Mate, you alright? You've been driften' off a lot recently."

"He's right Harry, have you been getting enough sleep?" added Hermione, concern showing in her eyes.

He shook his head, quickly raking his brain for a good coverup. "I'm fine guys. I've just been...practicing a lot for the Quidditch tournament that's coming up. Guess I'm just a bit tired." Good one. The last thing he needed was them finding out about his secret affections for ex-death eater Lucius Malfoy.

Ron snorted. "Well I don't think you need that much practice, you're a bloody good seeker. You'll beat those slimy Slytherins in a pinch."

"Don't be so cocky Ron, Slytherins aren't that easy to defeat." tutted Hermione. Ron just rolled his eyes, but she ignored him and glanced back to Harry. "Anyway, Ron does have a point. You need to give yourself a break more often. A cup of green tea everyday will help calm the senses, especially before bed."

The brunette smiled slightly at her. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. But seriously guys, you don't need to worry, I'll be fine." Both of his friends glanced at one another as Harry picked up the pace toward his next lesson, not wanting to discuss the topic any further. He felt slightly guilty for not telling them the truth, but thought it was better they didn't know, or they wouldn't take it well.

The next few classes went on as usual...for the most part. Occasionally his mind would once again drift off to erotic fantasies of Lucius, exploiting a objection or two from his professors for his lack of attention...and some more concerned looks from his two best friends.

It was during dinner at the Great Hall that Hermione and Ron confronted him again on the subject. The redhead was the first to speak up. "Mate, we seriously need to talk about what's going with you."

Harry opened his mouth to retort.

"...and we're beginning to highly doubt its about Quidditch." He shut his mouth. Well that excuse didn't last.

"This isn't like you Harry..." Hermione spoke gently, worry fixated on her face. "I mean, I know you sometimes don't concentrate on lessons as much as you should, but this is becoming more repeatedly than normal. Can't you tell us what's really going on?"

The teen tensed, staring down at at food. He was still having second thoughts on exposing his secret, fearing their disapproval, even if they were his only two most trusted friends. "...If I told you..you'd both freak out..." he mumbled.

Hermione placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Harry..." He warily rose his head in her direction. "We're your friends. You can tell us anything."

"Yeah, and if we do freak out," advised Ron whilst stuffing his mouth with a forkful of chicken. "You cun toastally shrow bogg'ats at us."

"Ron! Don't talk with your mouthful of food! Its disgusting!"

"What?! I'm bloody starving!"

Harry grinned at his friends bickering. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to reveal his secret to them, even if they blew up a bit about it(specifically Ron). Its not like he was gonna hook up with Malfoy anytime in his life...no matter how much he wished it.

He sighed, deciding. "Alright...fine." They both ceased abruptly and glanced to him. Inspecting the surrounding students at their tables left and right, whom were all not paying them any attention and were into their own conversations, he bent closer to Hermione and Ron, whispering. "I think its safer we talk about it at the common room, where no one can hear us. Meet me there after dinner." Both nodded in agreement, despite the confused looks on their faces.

An hour later after dinner, Harry paced down the long hallways, heading toward the Gryfinndor common room. He felt uneasy, and it almost seemed as if the hallway stretched on for miles, dimly lit by torches on the right side of the wall, giving a gloomy atmosphere. Should he really tell them? After all, the trio had a bad history with Malfoys, especially with the family Patriarch and his son, Draco. Ron's family, the Weasleys, never got along with them either. Hermione wasn't treated with respect because she was considered a 'mudblood'. Especially by Draco. What would happen if he did tell them anyway? Yell at him? Think he was cursed? Stop being his friends? That last possibility was the worst. Maybe he should try and lie again. Say it was someone else...

Harry stopped at the entrance to the common room, hesitating to enter, knowing his two companions were waiting for him on the other side. No. These were his best friends, whom have stayed by his side no matter what, and knew him very well by now. A strong bond and trust has been built between them over the years, and even if Ron freaked out, and Hermione became shocked, surely they would understand. That's what true friendship was. Hermione said so herself that he could tell them anything.

Taking a deep breath, he went inside. The room was filled with warm colors, lit by several candles and a crackling fireplace on the far wall. In front of it Hermione and Ron were sitting comfortably on a crimson sofa, both talking to themselves about lessons and such whilst Ron held a goblet half full of pumpkin juice. Both friends ended their conversation and smiled when they noticed Harry walk up to them. It all felt so inviting, and the mood relaxed him. His confidence in telling them rose a bit.

"Hey mate! Come on, sit!" Ron waved over, and the brunette complied, sitting between them. He leaned back into the couch, but his sudden burst of confidence dropped when he was now between them. He didn't know how he would begin on telling him his small secret.

Thankfully, Hermione did it for him. "Okay Harry, we're ready. What's going on?"

Harry swallowed, gripping tightly onto the sides of his pants, his gaze on the wall above the fireplace, trying to find the words. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Ron nudged him gently at his side. "C'mon Harry, don't be nervous."

Hermione nodded. "He's right. We're your friends, you can trust us."

Harry made a slight nod, and carefully spoke in a low tone."...I have a crush on someone." Both of his friends eyebrows rose. "Well...its more like...a really, really...strong crush..."

Ron stared at him incredulously. "...But that's it mate? A crush? That's what you were afraid to tell us all this time?"

Hermione giggled. "Oh Harry, all this secrecy over a girl?"

He shook his head. "Its...more complicated then that...and...its not a girl."

Hermione and Ron's eyes widened, whom immediately blurted. "Its not...Wait you're-"

"Gay...yes. He was the one who made me realize it...including that time I kissed Cho."

"...Okay." Hermione concluded, more so to herself. "Well if that's why you were so nervous on telling us, you don't need to worry Harry. We care about you no matter what, and homosexuality is accepted and acknowledged as normal in the wizarding world, unlike most muggles."

Harry again shook his head. "That's not it either...its 'who' that is the reason I'm afraid to tell you."

She nodded in confirmation. "I see. Harry no matter who it is, we'll support you."

Ron took a swig of his drink. "Yeah mate, so spill. Who is the bloke?"

Harry breathed in deeply for a minute. Say it. Just say it. "...Malfoy." He exclaimed.

"Draco? That arrogant git?" retorted Ron with disgust...who took another large gulp of his beverage.

"No..." Harry gulped. "...Lucius...Malfoy."

Hermione gasped, a hand clasping against her mouth, and Ron sprayed a load of pumpkin juice out his mouth, staining the carpet.

"W-WHAT?!" cried out the freckled teen after coughing a few times, clutching his chest.

"Shhh!" hushed Harry with a finger to his lips, checking the room for anyone there. "Someone might hear us..."

"B-but...Lucius bloody Malfoy?! H-he's an ex-death eater! An arrogant, two-faced snake who tried to kill you so many times!"

Harry sighed deeply. "I know..." He leaned his head back on the couch, running his fingers through his messy hair as he stared at the ceiling, trying to explain how he felt. "But that's all in the past, and he seems to have changed sides. Besides...I can't help it...every time I see him...hear his voice...my insides feel like they're doing backflips, I get warm all over, and when I stare into those grey eyes, that handsome face, beautiful long hair, sexy-"

"Okay okay! Merlin, you're gonna make me sick." grumbled Ron.

"Harry..." finally spoke Hermione, who was quiet this entire time, apparently deep in thought.

He turned his head to the side, facing her. "Yeah?"

"...how long have you felt this way about him?"

"Honestly? Since second year when I first met him in Flourish and Blotts."

"Wow...you're that serious about him?"

Harry released another hopeless sigh. "What does it matter? He hates me."

"Got a point there." Ron mumbled.

Hermione shoved his arm lightly with a glare. "Ron!"

"What? I'm just sayin' he's right."

"Its okay guys." Harry's gaze returned to the ceiling, hoping that maybe it'll swallow him up. "Its a fact I've gotten used to a long time ago."

He could almost feel her pitying gaze on him. "It doesn't seem like it Harry...and he's the reason you keep dazing off everyday..."

Ron nodded. "Yeah mate. Watcha gonna do, just live with it forever?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, there's no way in hell I would tell him how I feel." He sighed. "I'll just have to find someone else and get over him...So..." He bowed his head shamefully and trained his eyes to his lap. "...does this mean you guys aren't...mad?"

Hermione's lips turned into a smile, placing a hand on his as the golden boy rose his head up at her. "No Harry. I admit I don't like Mr. Malfoy, but I support whatever decision you make, as long as you're happy. Right Ron?"

The freckled teen grumbled, crossing his arms and turned his head away.

"Ron?" repeated Hermione in a more stern tone as she turned a slightly glaring eye at him.

"Oh fine!" whined the young male. "Its not like he'll be shagging the bloody git anytime soon anyway!"

Harry froze. Oh...images...very graphic images concerning Lucius played in his mind.

"Oh hell! You're thinking dirty stuff about him now aren't you!?"

Hermione giggled. "Well Ron, you should be careful what you say." Harry couldn't help but grin.

"Thanks for tip, Hermione."

She rolled her eyes, and glanced back to her brunette friend. "Anyway Harry, you seriously need to try and stop daydreaming about...Malfoy so much. Its not healthy for you or your education."

Harry sighed. "I know, I know. Maybe some reading or actual Quidditch practice will distract me..." He smiled slightly. "But thanks for understanding, both of you."

Hermione beamed. "Its no problem Harry, you can tell us anything."

"Yeah mate. I also don't like the bastard, but like Hermione said...we'll back you up."

"Thanks..." Harry yawned and slowly stood up from his seat, suddenly feeling tired as he headed towards the staircase. All that anxiety must of tired him out. "I think I'll go to bed..."

"Same here. I'm stuffed." stated Ron, patting his belly.

Hermione stood. "I'll be going too. I have a early assignment to finish in the morning before class."

With a last wave to them, Harry climbed the steps and lazily strolled across the dormitory, flopping onto his bed. He drew out an exhausted sigh, actually feeling better than he had in a while, now that he told someone. Like a weight off his shoulders. He supposed keeping it all to himself was becoming too much of a burden. Closing his eyes to the darkness, a small grin creased his lips. He was so grateful to have good friends like Ron and Hermione. He felt like an idiot for ever doubting them.

After a few quiet moments, he was already drifting towards sleep, when his thoughts carried to a man with long blond hair and smoky grey eyes. Harry groaned, turning onto his stomach and buried his face onto his pillow. Damn you Lucius Malfoy!

He just knew he was in for another night of steamy dreams.