Chapter 11: Harry's New Look

There was a short blinding flash and everything around him went dark. Harry felt the world spinning beneath his feet, the blackness was engulfing him. He choked on the black air swarming down his throat, making him gag. Over the rushing in his ears he heard a faint cry…

"Harry! Wake up, damnit! You're going to be late!"

…He couldn't see anything…his eyes snapped open. Damn. He still couldn't see anything. Harry jumped out of bed. Unfortunately for him, he was still entwined in his sheets and fell into a clumsy heap on the ground. He groaned. This was going to be a horrible day. In Harry's hurried and almost blind attempt to get ready, he got dressed and cleaned up alright…almost. Ok. Well, except for the fact that he had washed his hair with axle grease (who doesn't keep axle grease in the shower?), styled it with toothpaste, and was wearing two different socks, but other than that…he looked great! Harry stumbled down the stairs rubbing his eyes wearily.

"Finally, you're ready! Come on, we need to get breakfast!" Ron shouted.

"Fine…let's go…god I'm so tired…where's Hermione?"

"Right here!" she called out indignantly…how could anyone ignore Hermione, jeez, her head was so large, it stuck out a lot.

They walked to the portrait hole…actually, Ron and Hermione walked to the portrait hole, Harry, however, walked into the fireplace.

"GAH! IT BURNS!"

"STOP, DROP, AND ROLL, HARRY!" Hermione shrieked hysterically.

Luckily, for once, Ron kept his head in this situation (how unlike him) and bellowed, "Agumenti!"

Harry stood up, dripping, axel grease running down his neck, and slightly on the crispy side.

"Wow. Harry. You look like total and complete shit!" said Ron, encouragingly.

"Thanks." mumbled Harry.

"Oh Harry, you can't see…I forgot, I'll lead you." said Hermione apologetically.

Harry ran his hands through his hair, and wiped the axle grease off his face and neck and wiped his irritated eyes again.

They walked down the hall together hand in hand, Ron trotting behind shooting jealous glances every once in a while. What a hot-headed little person. Girls keep grinning suggestively at Harry and it was beginning to freak him out.

"Harry," Hermione stated, brow furrowed, "are you wearing…eyeliner?"

"What?" gasped a bewildered Harry. He glanced down at his hands. Shit. They were covered in axle grease. Wow, being blind was no fun. Draco is going to pay for this. No kisses for the next week!

Once guided to the Great Hall, the trio sat down…it took Harry two tries…but…he got to his seat eventually!

Paravati and Lavender walked by and stopped dead in their tracks. "Hermione, who's your new friend there? Care to introduce us?"

Ron looked skeptically at the girls. "It's… just… Harry. Just Harry."

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Draco stumbled down the hall, stumbled into people, stumbled up the stairs, stumbled into the Great Hall, and finally stumbled to his seat. That was when he proceeded to fall head first into a bowl of porridge.

"DRACO!"

Instantly Draco's head shot up, flinging porridge at some poor first years. Eyelids threatening to close he said, "Wha'?" as snappishly as he could. Unfortunately, one can not be snappish and intimidating while yawning with their face covered in goop; it just isn't done.

"How'd you sleep, Drake?" asked Blaise, clapping Draco on the back.

"I didn't." replied Draco coolly, wiping breakfast off his face. He jumped from the table and practically sprinted out of the Great Hall. He tore off down corridor after corridor and didn't stop until he reached the Potion's hallway. It was then that he spotted Harry, unfortunately flanked by The Weasel and Mudblood.

"Potter!" he spat. Harry spun on the spot and turned to a suit of armor.

"Yes?" Draco smacked himself in the face and let out a muffled cry of frustration. He had to talk to Harry, alone. He needed a code. He grabbed Harry by the collar and spun him around so that their faces were about 4.237 inches apart, but that was just an estimate. But Merlin, thought Draco, if this boy couldn't see his face, well that was just sad.

"Potter! I'm going to be in the new Divination classroom at seven o'clock tonight. So…you better not be there, or else!"

"Alright then." said Harry nonchalantly.

"Do you see my eye, Potter? Notice how it's moving up and down in a strange but subtle motion?" Draco cried out, trying to get the Gryffindor to understand. He gave up and whispered, "I'm winking at you, Harry."

"Are you now? See, I can't tell because for some unexplainable reason, I'VE GONE BLIND!"

Draco looked down at the ground in shame. "Sorry." he muttered. "I'll fix it, I promise."

"DRACO!" shrieked Pansy. "Stop talking to Potter! Let's go!"

"Seven o' clock." said Draco, looking at Harry meaningfully.

"I won't be there." replied Harry, winking.

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"He's late." Draco grumbled to himself, pacing the empty room. Well, forest room. Whatever.

Seven o'clock came and went. And the Boy-Who-Lived, and would soon die, thought Draco, never showed.

"He stood me up." Draco said in disbelief. "That little wanker. I'll kill him."

"Hey." came a shy voice from the corner. "Sorry I'm late. I got lost along the way…multiple times." Harry voiced, glaring at Draco, but somehow still looking adorable.

Draco didn't waste any time. He strode up to Harry and whispered an incantation, clearing Harry's vision.

It felt like a fog was lifted from Harry's clouded eyes. You know, like after those muggles take their Claritin Clear. He looked at Draco. "Damn. I forgot how hot you were".

Draco laughed and pulled the boy into a kiss. "I missed you." he murmured, snuggling into Harry's shoulder blade.

"Not done yet." spoke Harry softly, returning Draco's lips to their rightful place- on Harry's. Both boys stood, deepening the kiss, fitting together perfectly. Neither wanted to move. It was Harry who pulled away. "I like spending time with you, Draco. But I want to do so in public!"

Draco sighed. "Harry, you know we can't do that, I thought we discussed this already!"

"We did." Harry pouted, "But…what if…we were just friends?"

Draco looked skeptically at Harry. "What do you mean 'just friends'? Are you trying to tell me something!?"

Harry shook his head smiling. "No. I mean…in the public eye we're just friends. Nothing more. And when people aren't around we can…well…you know…" he trailed off, blushing.

"Oh, you mean we can do this?" Draco asked innocently, pinning Harry against the wall, thrusting his hips into Harry's.

"Hmm!?" Harry squeaked. Not really able to get any words to form.

Draco smiled devilishly at Harry. "Yes, this plan should work out fine. Are you going to tell your friends about this?" he asked, backing up from Harry.

"Um. I'm actually not sure…" voiced Harry, placing his bag in front of his robes in embarrassment. "I'll just find out what they think first…it might be a while before I tell them."

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN GAY?" bellowed Ron into the Great Hall at breakfast the next morning. All head from all five tables whipped around to stare at the three famous Gryffindors. Hermione glanced around nervously, Harry ducked down in his seat, his face as almost as red as Ron's hair. Ron just looked at Harry is bewilderment, not even noticing that the entire hall was dead quiet.

"I said gray, Ron, gray. I'm thinking of dying my hair gray. How would one go about dying their hair gay?" Harry asked nervously, hoping Ron and Hermione would realize he was making up stories to save his reputation.

"I don't know…rainbow streaks? And just why would you want to dye your hair gray?" asked Ron, catching on. People were still staring.

"Well, because…it would be like…you know…" Harry stuttered, trying to think on his feet, though he actually wasn't capable of this trait.

"To look like Taylor Hicks!" shouted Draco Malfoy from the Slytherin table.

"Who the hell is Taylor Hicks?" asked Ron dumfounded.

"He's only our American Idol!" said Pansy dreamily.

"But…but…we're British." Ron stated bluntly.

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"Well, that went well." Draco stated sarcastically.

Harry groaned in defeat. "He hates me."

"Ickle Ronnekins?"

"Yes."

"Wait…didn't he know that you were gay with Seamus?"

"…Kim…I think you messed up something in the storyline…this isn't working out."

Kim: "What the hell? I'm so retarded…I totally just fucked up the end of this chapter…shit… I need to think of something clever…uhm…er…smacks self on head I really am sleep deprived…Well…um…better luck next chapter?

Harry and Draco proceed to shake their heads in shame and walk of the scene. Wow. I'm really retarded.

BEGGING FOR REVIEWS! THIS WAS MY GAYYEST CHAPTER YET I KNOW, AND IT HAD THE WORST EVER ENDING AND I APOLOGIZE BUT I STILL LOVE REVIEWS!!! I promise, that, in the next chapter…ill put whatever you guys want me to, even if I hate the idea! Even if it completely messes up the story plot and is unbearably random, I'll add it! I just ask for forgiveness!

Ill fix this problem next chapter! Don't worry!

PS- Special thanks to emzily for putting up confused warnings…. Check out her stories… her penname is emzylupin