Harry kept whistling the next day. Unfortuantly, he was really bad at whistling, so all he managed to produce was a sort of half assed high pitched sqeal, much to the annoyance of Ron. Ron, already in a bad mood after Hermione and him had gotten into an argument, suddenly couldn't take it anymore and turned to Harry, slamming his glass on the table. "Why are you so happy, mate? And knock it off, you're going to give my a bloody brain anyerisum." Harry shrugged. "Sorry. And I'm happy because... well..." Ron gave him a micheivous grin. "Ginny and you..." Harry's eyes widened. "N-NO! Nothing happened, we just-" The thought of doing something like that with Draco Malfoy made him shudder.
Ron poked at his food, still grinning. "Whatever, mate." Harry shook his head, looking at the floor. "Look, Ron..." He said softly, staring at his Converse like they were the most interesting things in the world. "It's... it's not Ginny. It's... uhm. It's a boy." Ron took a drink of his orange juice nonchalantly. "Um, Ron? I've just told you I'm gay and you're being rather matter of a fact about it." Ron shook his head, smiling at Harry. "It is matter of a fact. I don't care. You're my best mate, and I just want what makes you happy. My older brother's gay, Charlie. My family doesn't care about that. If we didn't, we'd be rather bad muggle supporters. Y'know, equality and all that? Does Hermione know?"
He nodded. He felt a sudden rush of affection for Ron and threw his arms around him, knocking his orange juice over. Hermione looked upon them with disdain, then shook her head and began cleaning up the floor. Ron sputtered at first, but relaxed into the hug. "As long as it's not that bloody wanker Malfoy." He said, pulling back. Harry's eyes widened. "So, who is it, mate?" Ron asked, helping himself to more scrambled eggs. "Neville, Seamus, Dean?"
Harry stood up so fast that he knocked over Ron's second glass of orange juice. "I have to go. I'll- I'll see you." He ran off in the direction of the grounds. Hermione glared at Ron. "Y'know, he's not so bad, Draco. He took care of Harry a lot when he was sick." Ron conjured a third glass of orange juice and took a sip. "Hermione, his family and mine have been feuding for centuries. I don't like him, okay? Drop it."
Meanwhile, Harry was running over the grounds, dropping to his knees every few seconds because of the deep snow. All the while, Ron's words kept running through his head. "As long as it's not that bloody wanker Draco-" "Bloody wanker." "As long as..." Harry came to the dock, frozen over because of the recent rain. He wanted to step on it, which would be incredibly stupid. He put one foot on it. He wanted to jump off. He didn't want it to be this hard anymore.
"HARRY!!!" He heard the voice and felt the hands pulling him back, but all he saw was the lake until he blacked out. Even then, it haunted his dreams, giving him nightmares. When finally he awoke in a cold sweat, he was lying in the entrance, Draco Malfoy sitting next to him, head down. "Draco?" Harry croaked. "What..." Draco's head lifted up and he looked at Harry, wide eyed. "Harry..." Suddenly, Draco punched Harry across the face. "OUCH!" Harry shouted. "What the hell was that for?" Draco burst into tears and buired his head in Harry's chest, pounding it with a fist. "You're an idiot, Harry! What the FUCK were you doing? You're an asshole! Don't fucking scare me like that!" Harry stood up, wincing a bit. "But I'm fine. I didn't jump, did I?"
"No," Draco said curtly, wiping the tears from his eyes quickly. "But you're still an idiot." He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled himself up. "Thanks..." He murmured. God, Harry wanted to kiss him right there and then. His blond hair mussed, gray eyes magically turned bright bright blue, lips slightly parted. He actually leaned forward, but the feeling in the pit of his stomach stopped him from leaping into the cold water. Harry shook his head as if he could shake the very thought of kissing Malfoy from it. "So... about the dance, then. What else do we need to plan?"
The boys worked on the dance. They worked on it hard. Over the next four days, they worked their butts off. Between homework and the plans, Harry often fell asleep in Draco's dorm when they were working on a guest list or menus. One time, Draco had gotten close enough to kiss him, but risked nothing more then a quick stroke of his hair and then covered him with a blanket.
Dammit, Draco was getting close to him, falling for him. He'd never been able to talk to someone about so much. He trusted Harry, and it made him nervous. He was surprised to find that after spending some time with her, he even liked Hermione. He was becoming the person that his father warned him about becoming, and goddamit, he loved every single FUCKING moment of it.
Harry was right there too. Both boys in a does he like me doesn't he thing, hating and loving every minute.
The afternoon before the dance, both boys were excused from classes to make the food for the dance. They had bought food the day before, which was extremely fun. Draco did a Queen rendition in the middle of the supermarket and slid right down the damn aisle. He was such a dork once you got to know him, but Harry... Harry really loved him. He did.
Sorry to end it here, guys! Know y'all wanted an update, so I'm giving you a cliffhanger. And GUESS WHAT? YEP, THAT'S RIGHT. I'MA BRIBE YOU AGAIN. Sorry, sorry sorry! If i get 20 reviews, I'll continue the story. If I get 25 reviews, I will add a bonus chapter about Harry and Draco flirting in the grocery store. It should be fun to write! Love y'all and shorry for bribing chu!
