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Draco stared at the new information. So this new person he was talking to went by James. Instantly he was reminded of someone else in the Gryffindor House. Harry Potter's father was named James. Draco wasn't sure why his name came to mind. He just knew that he thought more and more about the brunet lately. That wasn't to say that everything he thought about everyone's favorite rule breaker was positive. Indeed, a lot of it was quite the opposite. Draco figured that it was normal, even natural for him to think in such ways about his archrival. He didn't realize that his thoughts were better known as denial.

Green_Serpent80: It's a pleasure to meet you James.

Golden_Griffin: A pleasure to meet you too Lucky. I'm afraid that it's nearing dinnertime, and I must go. I promise that I will be back to talk to you tomorrow night. Night.

Green_Serpent80: Oh... All right. Night then.

And they both signed off.

At dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley seemed to eye Harry curiously. Harry knew right away that they were aware of the situation, and he knew that they were certainly going to offer their opinions on it. This bothered him greatly, but he knew that it was better to take their advice and at least think about it instead of simply dismissing it as he was rather tempted to do.

"Harry, dear, Ron's told me that you've made a friend online," Mrs. Weasley started. Harry nodded and smiled.

"He gave me a nickname to call him by today. It's Lucky." Both Arthur and Molly frowned at each other. Harry watched them, curious about why they seemed so worried. Now Arthur spoke.

"Lucky? You're certain?" Harry nodded. "Harry... Lucius Malfoy went by that nickname at Hogwarts." Harry shook his head now.

"No, I know what you're going to say, and it's certainly not Mr. Malfoy that I'm talking to. That much I can promise you." They both gave him skeptical looks, and Harry sighed.

"Look... I'm not really hungry. I'm just going to head up to bed." Without another word, Harry left the table and went upstairs. He pulled open the photo album that Hagrid had given him at the end of his first year at Hogwarts and stared at his parents.

"I bet that you two would understand, wouldn't you?" He sighed and closed it, then turned over, closing his eyes, and fell into a fitful dream.

"Harry... you know who you're talking to. You just have to listen to what your heart tells you, and you'll be able to figure it out," his mother's voice spoke softly.

"I don't want to take a guess and assume that I know who I'm talking to Mom. I want to meet him." Harry's reply was solid and determined. Her face appeared and she was smiling at him. Next he heard the voice of his father.

"He'll let you meet him eventually Harry. He's just not ready to come face to face with you yet, and you have to be willing to accept that." Harry smiled at his father and nodded.

"All right. I'll try to be patient Dad. I promise."

Draco stared at the computer for awhile. Already he missed his griffin. The blond sighed and shook his head. He had never really had a friend that he felt so close to, nor had Draco ever been attracted to anyone... denial once more, seeing as he didn't realize that he wanted the attention of Harry Potter. Malfoy was a bit oblivious to his own feelings. He heard his mother calling, and with a sigh, the blond pushed his chair back and powered down the computer. He stood and made his way down the stairs, the smell of the dinner she had cooked hitting his nose. His mother worked, but always found time to do things like cooking and laundry... Maybe it was because she was a witch.

"Draco, dear, what took you so long?" He sighed and shook his head.

"I was talking to Golden_Griffin again."

"Oh? And?"

"Well, I told him my name is Lucky and I found out that his name is James." She nodded and smiled.

"You already know, but just be careful dear. So, did he ask you to meet him again?" Draco nodded.

"Mom, I really want to, but... He's a Gryffindor and I'm a Slytherin. We're destined to hate each other. What if that gets in the way of us becoming friends?" She smiled and shook her head.

"Draco, the worst thing that can happen is that you are simply rejected. I know that at your age, it seems like the end of the world, but in truth, it's not as bad as you make it out to be. However, if you're not ready to meet him yet, then wait until you are."

"Thanks Mom."

She smiled and hugged her son. Draco had been honest and open with his parents about his new friend James. His mother had been supportive, though she had made sure that he had a few safety tips, just in case this turned out to be some sort of hoax. His father hadn't spoken much to Draco since he had come out really. He was pretty sure that Lucius Malfoy was upset about the fact that his son was gay, and he felt bad. He wished he could change himself, but that just wasn't how life worked.

"Don't worry about your father Draco. All we really want is for you to be happy." He nodded and sat down at the dinner table, digging into the dinner that had already been set out for him. Lucius wasn't home yet. He didn't get there literally until Draco finished his dinner. He waited for his son to excuse himself before even bothering to sit down. Draco looked at his father with a frown, but when Lucius declined to make eye contact, he simply walked back to his room, unable to smile.

Draco stared over at the computer for a few minutes before deciding to back into the chat. He couldn't but feel that he needed to do so. Draco waited for the computer to boot up before he was finally able to get back online. Draco stared, honestly surprised. His griffin was awake and back online.

Ron noticed the laptop in the corner. He decided to boot it up. Harry hadn't changed his password, so Ron had absolutely no trouble getting onto the computer. He pulled up the chat to see if 'Lucky' was online. He didn't trust this person, and his intentions were to make sure that Harry and 'Lucky' parted ways. However, he knew he had to be careful and make sure that he seemed like Harry.

Green_Serpent80: Hey! I didn't think you'd be online this late!

Golden_Griffin: Yeah, I'm here... I, um... I actually needed to talk to you about something.

Green_Serpent80: Oh. Is everything all right James?

Golden_Griffin: My friends... well, they're putting a lot more pressure on me than they were before. They don't want to be friends with me unless I... I stop talking to you. It's not that I want to Lucky, but... but I can't lose my closest friends either.

Draco stared at those words. Tears stung at his eyelids, and one fell after another as he read over those words a good 20 times before responding. His father wasn't talking to him, and now... now James didn't want to talk to him either? Draco shook his head. This just couldn't be real.

Green_Serpent80: I don't understand. I told you... you're my best friend. You're my only real friend. I know that I'm not yours... that you have other friends, but... but I don't. You're the only person that I really feel comfortable talking to, telling exactly how I feel... Is this... because I refused to meet you face to face?

Ron read over the reply. He didn't really feel bad. After all, Harry was his best friend. He didn't care about how this other person felt. Hopefully once he did this, Harry would be able to forget about this online friend of his and Ron and Hermione would have the friend that they cared so much about back and all to themselves.

Golden_Griffin: No. It's just... I feel like lately this chat takes up all of my time, and I really need to start spending more with my friends. We talked about it, and I agreed with them. Please try to understand Lucky. I just... need to focus on the people who are right here with me, not the ones that I only interact with over the internet.

Draco logged off. He couldn't help himself from crying. Draco went to lay on his bed and balled his eyes out. A few minutes later, he heard the door open. Draco was happy his mother was in the room, but he didn't feel like looking at her. He just wanted to cry until his body ran out of water and he turned to dust. However, he was surprised by the voice that spoke to him.

"Draco, is everything all right," Lucius Malfoy asked in a concerned tone. Draco looked up at his father with surprise.

"Father, what are you doing here?"

"I heard you crying and I came here to check on you." Draco stared at him for a moment before smiling a bit.

"I'll be all right. It's just, my friend James... told me that he no longer wants to talk to me... and I... I didn't know how to handle it. I've never cried over such trivial things. You taught me to be stronger than that." Lucius nodded and sighed.

"Son, you will go through many heartbreaks in your life before you find friends that you can truly trust or a person that you really love..." He rubbed Draco's back. The blond sighed.

"But the point is that... I told him he was my best friend." Draco wanted the hurt to go away.