The craziest thing happened to me today. I was bringing my brother to my grandma's house, and it was all good. Until I decided to try and go visit my nanny and god baby. My stupid arse takes the wrong road and ends up driving down a gravel road for an hour. Needless to say, I didn't get so see my nanny because I was almost crying. I was nearly out of gas when, I finally found the highway! Whoot! I'll never take a typing break again!

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and all the characters. I only own the plot, don't steal it, Ya herd?

Chapter 5: Little Black Book

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Draco didn't go into his room all day. He didn't even bring food up to Harry, nor did he give him his blood thickening potion. Draco was so angry with him.

When night fell, Draco used the couch as a bed again, and fell asleep watching the flames dance in the fireplace. The next morning Draco awoke very early. He decided to go up to his room to check on the boy, no matter how much of a insensitive jerk he was; He didn't really want Harry to die.

'Why can't I make up my mind?' Draco thought before entering his room. 'Do I really hate him?'

As he got to the door, Draco heard a rustling sound that shouldn't be there. He quickly opened the door to see Harry crouched down over a small black book. Folders and parchment were scattered around him. Once of Draco's drawers on his desk was ajar.

He was reading Draco's journal. But it wasn't recent. He didn't keep one anymore. It was from right after the war.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Draco yelled in anger, pointing his wand at Harry.

Harry put a hand in front of himself.

"Protego!" Harry yelled using wandless magic.

The spell merely bounced off of him.

"How dare you go through my things?!" Draco yelled.

"You dug in my dreams." Harry said simply, closing the notebook but still holding it tightly in his hands.

Draco wrinkled his brow, realizing that Harry was right. Harry must have been really angry with Draco for seeing his dream if he was going this far. Something suddenly hit the blonde.

"Wait…Potter, you're not supposed to be able to move!" Draco knew that the mediwitch couldn't be wrong.

Harry shrugged and stood slowly. Draco could see that he was still very weak.

"Give me the damn book. You're dumbarse shouldn't even be walking around." Draco growled.

Draco tried to convince himself that he didn't give a damn about Harry…but he did. Their differences were so small now. They had so many things in common.

"Shove it up your ass, Malfoy." Harry walked to Draco and handed him the journal.

Harry stared into Draco's emotionless grey orbs. The raven haired boy's seemed to pierce through his.

"I learned a lot of things about you, Malfoy." As weak as Harry felt, he still was determined to torcher the blonde.

He was so close that Draco could feel Harry's breath on his cheek. He realized how tall the 'Chosen One' really was. He must have been just three inches taller than Draco. He watched Harry's mouth curve into a sly smirk.

"You should have stopped me from reading it sooner." Harry whispered and left the room through the bathroom.

Draco's face was pink with embarrassment and anger. He looked at the black book in his hands, knowing exactly what Harry had read. Draco had written about his infatuation with Blaise Zabini. He cursed himself for writing every emotion down; Harry now had a reason to humiliate him.

Draco hid his journal in a different spot. Not that it mattered. Harry had already read most of it. He was so embarrassed that he never wanted to face him again.

He did try to avoid Harry as much as possible, though it was hard when Harry attended his class and sat by him for most of the meals. Harry hadn't bothered him since he had found the journal, but every time their eyes met Draco held his breath and waited for Harry to scream out his dark secret.

One particular day, Draco was sitting in his Advanced Potions classroom, the class Harry attended. They were creating a Draught of the Living Dead, a particularly hard potion to create. He was grading a few awful first year potions.

"Malfoy," Draco's stomach tightened. The only person to call him by his last name was Harry.

The blonde slowly looked up at Harry and muttered a simple, "Hmm?"

Harry came around with his cauldron and placed it on Draco's desk.

"My potion is a purple colour when it should be black," Harry was reading his parchment carefully.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

"You haven't added the imp horn. Here, I have some—," As Draco reached to get it Harry interrupted him by reaching across him.

"I've got it." Harry placed his left hand on Draco's inner thigh, quite close to his…

Harry grabbed the jar and stood, taking his cauldron with him. Draco couldn't believe he had nearly touched his…in the middle of class. Needless to say, he was completely stunned. He turned to look at Harry's station. He was smirking while looking down into his black potion. Draco cursed him.

'Bastard.' He thought.

Passes such as this persisted as days passed. There were sly touches as they crossed one another's paths and he often gave Draco seductive look while he was lecturing or sitting at his desk. Draco felt as if he was going to go insane. Harry had him turned on at every corner.

'How can he be so…damn it!' Draco thought. 'I dream about him….he's all I can think about!'

Draco mentally kicked himself for having feelings for Harry.

The following Saturday, Draco was in his room completing some paperwork when a knock come on his door. His breath quickened.

"Malfoy, I need some help on this potions assignment." Harry said through the door.

"No." Draco growled, Harry was playing with his weakness.

"Come on! I'm serious. I really need help!" Harry pleaded through the door.

"You're a big boy, go do it yourself," Draco hissed.

Harry cracked the door. Draco had put a series of locking charms on it, but evidently they weren't that difficult for the savior of the world. Draco dropped his quill and put his head down on his desk as Harry entered.

"Get out, Potter. You're only here to torment me with my sexuality. Give it a rest!"

Harry lifted an eyebrow.

"Call it payback for taking me away from where I was happy. And when I want to die, you come again to save the day." Harry's face grew grim.

"Do you plan on shouting it from the mountain?" Draco still hadn't picked up his head.

"As long as I know I'm humiliating you."

Draco lifted his head, glaring daggers at Harry.

"Since you're miserable you have to take everyone down with you." Draco commented lowly, but Harry heard it.

He closed the door and walked further into the room, and closer to Draco.

"Humph. With that look on your face, you'd swear you were going to kill me." Draco looked at Harry, who seemed quite angry. "Please do, no one's here to stop you."

Draco stood and opened his arms, as if accepting death.

Harry saw it, upon Draco's left forearm, a snake protruding from a skull's open mouth. The Dark Mark.

"I see you haven't given up on following his path." Harry emphasized the word his. "You're going to end up just like your father."

"I will not!" Draco lunged at Harry, punching him in the face as he landed on top of him.

They rolled on the floor, punching. Harry's nose bled while a small trail of blood came from Draco's bottom lip. There was no magic, only brutality. Draco remained on top of him, delivering punches forcefully. As Draco stopped to catch his breath, Harry caught him…in a kiss.

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Ooooo! They finally kissed! I've been trying to get to that part. Please tell me if it's too confusing of if emotions don't seem right. I won't be offended at all!

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