-Rated R for- Drama, Language, Slash, Sexual Content
-Spoilers- All five books.
-Summery- This is a Harry/Draco fic that happens in the sixth year. Draco finds out that sometimes feelings are mixed up.
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Hidden Desires
Chapter 12
Hurt
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"Detention with Lupin," Draco repeated, "This should be easy enough for you. He likes you all right."
"I guess so," Harry mumbled still deep in thought. He still had several questions about the words exchanged earlier between him and the teacher. How had he been in Harry's place before? "Maybe I should ask him," Harry absentmindedly said outloud.
"Ask him what?" asked Draco as they walked down the bleak hallway.
"What? Oh nothing," Harry responded. "Just thinking outloud."
"Oh come on, Potter," Draco said, teasingly punching Harry in the arm, "What's on your mind?"
Harry laughed slightly out of nerves and partly because of Draco's strange behavior. "I've never seen you in such a good mood," said the Gryffindor while taking off his glasses and wiping them on his robes.
Draco looked at Harry thoughtfully. "First, I want to say that you completely changed the subject but fortunately, I still remember it," he said quickly. "And second, I don't know why I'm in such a 'good mood.' Maybe I finally have a reason to be in a good mood."
Harry stopped walking and turned to the other boy. Draco too stopped walking and faced Harry. "What is it?" he asked looking around.
"I don't know. I guess I am still just trying to figure out how this happened," Harry said softly.
"Oh, don't get so damn mushy on me, Potter," Draco said with a grin. He reached over and grabbed Harry by the back of the neck, pulling him in closer. Their lips collided clumsily as each one eagerly craved a taste of the other. Harry put his hands on Draco's slender waist and held onto him tightly. Draco's body tensed uncomfortably as they moved so closely together, once more their torsos fitting so perfect.
Someone was clearing their throat. It wasn't Draco. It wasn't Harry.
"Ahem.." they heard again. They let go of eachother and looked in the direction of the sound.
Professor Lupin stood there with a blank expression. "Uh oh," Draco said very quietly. Harry's cheeks were turning even brighter pink and were producing much more warmth than they had previously. He found himself growing steadily more and more annoyed by Lupin.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked stepping forward staring at his teacher, "Following me around? Spying on me?"
Lupin shook his head looking quite embarrassed. "No Harry, I'm not. But as you must know this hallway is in use and people do walk through it. It's not just for your private use.." his voice trailed off.
"Oh yeah, and you happen to be the only walking through it," said Harry crossing his arms.
"Yes," said the teacher still remaining quite calm and resolute. "I had to go see your Professor Snape about something."
"Whatever, Lupin," said Harry waving his arms around. "Are you happy now? You've seen what you needed to see? Just leave me alone now."
Harry couldn't read the expression on Lupin's face. He didn't seem angry but more saddened than anything. "Harry, I am not spying on you," said the teacher looking from Harry to Draco, "Or you Mr. Malfoy. I have no reason to pry into your personal lives. I was simply walking down the hall on my way to see your Professor Snape and if you don't mind I am going to continue on my way to see him." At this he walked past both of the boys. He turned back, giving Harry a very solemn expression, "I expect to see you both in your detention regardless of anything that has been seen in these hallways."
Both boys frowned as their teacher again turned away and continued down towards Snape's dungeon.
"What was that all about?" asked Draco looking rather disgruntled.
"You know what?" Harry responded, "I don't even know." His dark eyebrows furrowed together.
"It seems that you two have had previous discussions about matter that could possibly interest me," said Draco taking his eyes off of the teacher, who was just a speck at the end of the hallway, and turned his full attention to Harry. "I mean, what was with the whole 'did you see what you needed to see' thing?"
Harry took a deep breath and looked towards the other boy. "When I was late for Potion's today it was because Lupin took me aside for a talk. It was really strange. He was basically asking me if I was 'safe.'"
"Safe?" asked Draco.
"Yeah, apparently my former bestfriend has been telling him that we're you know.."
"We're what?"
"We're like.. doing.."
"Doing what?" asked Draco with a fake look of dismay.
"Doing stuff.."
"Spit it out, Potter."
"He just thinks we're doing stuff! Okay? That's why he wanted to know if I was safe," responded Harry with a shudder.
"Really, Harry.. Do you think it's that disgusting that the thought of it makes your body shiver in horror?"
"No," Harry said quickly.
"Then why can't you just say it?" asked Draco cocking his head to the side causing a curtain of silver to be draped over one of his equally silver like eyes.
"I can't.."
"Does it make you that uncomfortable?" Draco asked.
"No, it doesn't."
"It does," said Draco stepping towards Harry so they were just mere inches apart. He prodded him in the chest, "You think it's wrong. Just the thought of it sickens you, doesn't it?"
"It doesn't!" Harry said louder.
"Then just say it. What does Lupin think we're doing?" Draco asked with a malicious grin.
"He thinks.." Harry began but stopped. He seemed to be contemplating the possible effect of the words.
"You can't say it. I've been right and you need to stop denying it," Draco said shoving Harry slightly. "Why the hell does it bother you so much?"
"It doesn't!"
"It does! Why the hell have you been leading me on? Pretending that you like me and you can't even bare the thought of being with me!" hissed Draco.
"I haven't been leading you on! I swear.."
"Harry, really," said Draco rolling his eyes. "He thinks we're fucking and you can't even tolerate that thought. You think it's disgusting and it frightens you more than anything. You're not anything like me. I don't know who you're kidding." The Slytherin boy turned away. He wasn't going to allow himself to feel hurt because of the nauseous look on Harry's face.
"I know that.." Harry said softly. "I guess I'm just not ready for this. As much as I want it, maybe I'm not ready for you." He thought for a moment, "I.. I don't want you."
"I told you," responded Draco with hurt ringing throughout his voice. At this he ran away down the hall until he reached the corner and turned it. He stopped and leaned against the wall sliding down into a sitting position. Loosing focus, he tightly shut his eyes. All he could hear was Harry saying, "I guess I'm just not ready for this. As much as I want it, maybe I'm not ready for you," over again inside his head. Harry was sickened by the thought of them being together in some kind of act of intimacy. Draco felt like a fool for even pursuing Harry as he did.
"Why did he ever kiss me back?" were his initial thoughts.
"I am not going to feel by hurt you," he thought in defiance.
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Harry sat in Lupin's office waiting for him to return. He knew that Draco wasn't going to show up for detention. Right now, he felt angry towards the other boy. It was a secret anger that he had been trying to hide from himself. If it hadn't been for Draco he wouldn't have been humiliated and Lupin wouldn't be offering him those constant pitiful looks. He would still be friends with Ron. No matter what Ron had been doing, he couldn't help but to miss his friend. "There is no possible way of ever being friends with Ron if I am with Draco," he thought pitifully. "Ron hates Draco and vice versa. And with this kind of relationship, Draco keeps getting hurt.."
Lupin entered his office without a word and sat down behind his desk not even looking up at Harry. "Where is Mr. Malfoy?" he asked.
"Like I should know," said Harry bitterly.
"I see," said Lupin in an almost absentminded voice.
Harry gave him a frustrated look. "I haven't always been like this," he said.
Lupin finally looked up at the student with the same solemn expression that he seemed to always wear. "What do you mean?" asked the teacher while rummaging through several pieces of parchment on his desk.
"I just haven't always been like this all angry and whatever. I'm just sick of people gawking at me in the hallways like I am an animal. I'm done with it," Harry said glancing over at a moving picture on the wall.
Lupin put his hand through his own messy tangled graying dark hair and gave Harry a thoughtful look. "They get over it in time."
Harry crossed his arms and huffed.
"It's true. There is always speculation but they get used to it," said Lupin putting his face in his hand while studying the look on Harry's face.
"Remus," the man looked surprised at the sound of his own first name, "How do you know?" asked Harry.
Lupin shook his head, "We're not going to discuss this."
Harry looked down towards the floor. "I told him that I don't want him," he whispered. The teacher looked at him in curiousity. "I told him that I don't want him, Lupin. And he said that he knew and he left. But he doesn't understand.."
"What doesn't he understand?" asked Lupin examining Harry.
"I can never be friends with Ron with Draco around," said Harry.
"And this is Mr. Malfoy's fault?"
"What? Of course it is!" said Harry burying his head in his hands. "He has been a jerk to Ron for so many years. Ron hates him and isn't going to forgive him and Draco is never going to change his opinion of Ron. They're always going to fight.."
"And your trying to protect Mr. Malfoy?" asked Lupin.
"What? I'm not trying to protect him.." Harry said looking up at his teacher with widened eyes.
"Harry," said Lupin, "I don't know if you have noticed but Mr. Malfoy hasn't really been trying to fight Ron. The only they have fought this year it was because Ron initiated it."
"I know.." responded Harry. "Ron hates him so much and then when he saw us, it just made everything worse. He has such a bad temper."
"When are you going to talk to Ron?" asked Lupin.
"I don't know. I just have to keep him from hurting Draco.. It's not Ron's fault though. Like I said, Draco has been a real jerk."
"Do you really believe that he is a jerk?" asked Lupin.
"Yeah," said Harry firmly.
"You don't think that he has been slightly misunderstood or maybe that he hasn't grown up and changed?" asked Lupin.
"No."
"He has changed and he is most definitely in love with you now," said the teacher with a hint of a grin.
"He's not in love with me!" said Harry impatiently.
"You're in love with him though."
"What? No! Are you drunk?" Harry asked waving his arms around madly.
"Believe what you want and I'll believe what I want," said the teacher while dipping a quill into ink then writing sleek curvy letters on a piece of parchment.
"What? Now you're just going to ignore me?" Harry said while standing up staring at his teacher in shock.
Lupin looked up at him and smiled, "No, Harry. But did you forget that you're here for detention and not to yell at me over facts that you can't face?"
"Where do you get off telling me that I am in love with him?" yelled Harry.
"Calm down, Harry," responded Lupin looking back towards the parchment.
"Calm down? Calm DOWN?" Harry said at the top of his voice, "How can I calm down when you just said I.. love.. Draco?"
"Please sit down again, Harry," said the teacher as he put down his quill and leaned back in his chair. Harry sat down once more. "These are my theories about your situation.."
"Have you really been thinking that much about it?" asked Harry looking skeptical.
"I worry about you," said Lupin dismissing Harry's creeped out expression. "I believe that Mr. Malfoy has changed. He still has his malicious streak but he has learned how to care. You too have changed. These are the years where you discover who you are going to be probably for the rest of your life. I also believe that you need to have a heart to heart with Ron. You have to make him understand. You obviously still long for the relationship you two had. Talk to him, Harry."
"You think I am going to be this way for the rest of my life?" asked Harry.
Lupin smiled at him thoughtfully. "Mr. Malfoy initiated his feelings for you. You didn't have to return them.."
"I have to go find Ron," said Harry panicking. He stood up and ran towards the door.
"Wait!" said Lupin standing up.
Harry turn and look to his teacher. "What? Any advice?"
"Yes, I have some advice," said the teacher walking round to the front of his desk. Crossing his arms he continued, "Wait till after detention," he said with a smirk.
"Oh yeah.. sorry."
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Draco lay on his bed with his face buried in his pillow hoping to suffocate himself. "This isn't working," he thought. He sat up and moved over to the edge of the bed. He was constantly trying to think up something cleverly cruel to say just in case he saw Harry in the hallway one day. Truthfully, he didn't know what he would do. His stomach churned in an uncomfortable manner as he thought of the words of rejection that Harry had spoken so easily to him. How could he have felt that there was something special between them when it obviously meant nothing to Harry? How dare that simple boy have such an affect on a Malfoy. It was ridiculous that some lower class half wizard could make him feel like such an idiot.
He left his room and the Slytherin Common Room.
"I will make him sorry for this," he thought as he stormed down the hallway.
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Several hours later Harry had just left from detention as quickly as possible. It was possible that Ron was still awake. He hurried into the Gryffindor Common Room and saw Ron alone by the fireplace studying.
"Ron," Harry said with a sigh of relief.
"What?" said Ron looking up with a frown.
Harry stood there blankly staring at his once bestfriend. He hadn't even planned on what he was going to say or how he was going to it. He just had to see Ron and make him understand somehow.
"Well?" said Ron impatiently.
"We need to talk," Harry said, his voice cracking nervously.
"I don't want to talk to you," responded Ron coldly.
"I don't care!" said Harry.
Ron stood up and walked over to Harry. "You're not going to preach to me about.. your lifestyle," he said. "I'm not going to hear it."
"Ron, I have to make you understand." Ron opened his mouth about to say something but Harry interuppted, "Please don't talk yet. Just let me explain."
"I don't want to hear your explanations!" at this Ron walked away.
"What the hell ever happened to you?" asked Harry.
Ron turn and look at Harry, "No Harry, what happened to you?"
"Nothing," said Harry flatly.
"That's a lie," responded Ron with his cheeks fiery like his hair.
"No it isn't, Ron! I may not know some things but I am certain that I am still the same person. The only difference is that I love him."
"Harry.."
"I love him, Ron! And I love you too! You're my bestfriend. You know more about me than anyone.." Ron looked down at the floor. "But I love him in a different more intimate way. I just want you to know that you're still my bestfriend whether you feel like you want to be friends with me or not."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" Ron hissed..
"Because you hate him and I didn't think that you would ever understand," said Harry choking.
"But I don't hate you," responded Ron quickly, "even if you're.. with him."
"Do you mean that?" asked Harry.
"I guess I do."
At this Harry smiled. "So you won't try to kick his ass again?" he asked.
"I'm not making any promises," said Ron.
"Ron!"
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The End of Chapter 12.
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-Spoilers- All five books.
-Summery- This is a Harry/Draco fic that happens in the sixth year. Draco finds out that sometimes feelings are mixed up.
~*~
Hidden Desires
Chapter 12
Hurt
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"Detention with Lupin," Draco repeated, "This should be easy enough for you. He likes you all right."
"I guess so," Harry mumbled still deep in thought. He still had several questions about the words exchanged earlier between him and the teacher. How had he been in Harry's place before? "Maybe I should ask him," Harry absentmindedly said outloud.
"Ask him what?" asked Draco as they walked down the bleak hallway.
"What? Oh nothing," Harry responded. "Just thinking outloud."
"Oh come on, Potter," Draco said, teasingly punching Harry in the arm, "What's on your mind?"
Harry laughed slightly out of nerves and partly because of Draco's strange behavior. "I've never seen you in such a good mood," said the Gryffindor while taking off his glasses and wiping them on his robes.
Draco looked at Harry thoughtfully. "First, I want to say that you completely changed the subject but fortunately, I still remember it," he said quickly. "And second, I don't know why I'm in such a 'good mood.' Maybe I finally have a reason to be in a good mood."
Harry stopped walking and turned to the other boy. Draco too stopped walking and faced Harry. "What is it?" he asked looking around.
"I don't know. I guess I am still just trying to figure out how this happened," Harry said softly.
"Oh, don't get so damn mushy on me, Potter," Draco said with a grin. He reached over and grabbed Harry by the back of the neck, pulling him in closer. Their lips collided clumsily as each one eagerly craved a taste of the other. Harry put his hands on Draco's slender waist and held onto him tightly. Draco's body tensed uncomfortably as they moved so closely together, once more their torsos fitting so perfect.
Someone was clearing their throat. It wasn't Draco. It wasn't Harry.
"Ahem.." they heard again. They let go of eachother and looked in the direction of the sound.
Professor Lupin stood there with a blank expression. "Uh oh," Draco said very quietly. Harry's cheeks were turning even brighter pink and were producing much more warmth than they had previously. He found himself growing steadily more and more annoyed by Lupin.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked stepping forward staring at his teacher, "Following me around? Spying on me?"
Lupin shook his head looking quite embarrassed. "No Harry, I'm not. But as you must know this hallway is in use and people do walk through it. It's not just for your private use.." his voice trailed off.
"Oh yeah, and you happen to be the only walking through it," said Harry crossing his arms.
"Yes," said the teacher still remaining quite calm and resolute. "I had to go see your Professor Snape about something."
"Whatever, Lupin," said Harry waving his arms around. "Are you happy now? You've seen what you needed to see? Just leave me alone now."
Harry couldn't read the expression on Lupin's face. He didn't seem angry but more saddened than anything. "Harry, I am not spying on you," said the teacher looking from Harry to Draco, "Or you Mr. Malfoy. I have no reason to pry into your personal lives. I was simply walking down the hall on my way to see your Professor Snape and if you don't mind I am going to continue on my way to see him." At this he walked past both of the boys. He turned back, giving Harry a very solemn expression, "I expect to see you both in your detention regardless of anything that has been seen in these hallways."
Both boys frowned as their teacher again turned away and continued down towards Snape's dungeon.
"What was that all about?" asked Draco looking rather disgruntled.
"You know what?" Harry responded, "I don't even know." His dark eyebrows furrowed together.
"It seems that you two have had previous discussions about matter that could possibly interest me," said Draco taking his eyes off of the teacher, who was just a speck at the end of the hallway, and turned his full attention to Harry. "I mean, what was with the whole 'did you see what you needed to see' thing?"
Harry took a deep breath and looked towards the other boy. "When I was late for Potion's today it was because Lupin took me aside for a talk. It was really strange. He was basically asking me if I was 'safe.'"
"Safe?" asked Draco.
"Yeah, apparently my former bestfriend has been telling him that we're you know.."
"We're what?"
"We're like.. doing.."
"Doing what?" asked Draco with a fake look of dismay.
"Doing stuff.."
"Spit it out, Potter."
"He just thinks we're doing stuff! Okay? That's why he wanted to know if I was safe," responded Harry with a shudder.
"Really, Harry.. Do you think it's that disgusting that the thought of it makes your body shiver in horror?"
"No," Harry said quickly.
"Then why can't you just say it?" asked Draco cocking his head to the side causing a curtain of silver to be draped over one of his equally silver like eyes.
"I can't.."
"Does it make you that uncomfortable?" Draco asked.
"No, it doesn't."
"It does," said Draco stepping towards Harry so they were just mere inches apart. He prodded him in the chest, "You think it's wrong. Just the thought of it sickens you, doesn't it?"
"It doesn't!" Harry said louder.
"Then just say it. What does Lupin think we're doing?" Draco asked with a malicious grin.
"He thinks.." Harry began but stopped. He seemed to be contemplating the possible effect of the words.
"You can't say it. I've been right and you need to stop denying it," Draco said shoving Harry slightly. "Why the hell does it bother you so much?"
"It doesn't!"
"It does! Why the hell have you been leading me on? Pretending that you like me and you can't even bare the thought of being with me!" hissed Draco.
"I haven't been leading you on! I swear.."
"Harry, really," said Draco rolling his eyes. "He thinks we're fucking and you can't even tolerate that thought. You think it's disgusting and it frightens you more than anything. You're not anything like me. I don't know who you're kidding." The Slytherin boy turned away. He wasn't going to allow himself to feel hurt because of the nauseous look on Harry's face.
"I know that.." Harry said softly. "I guess I'm just not ready for this. As much as I want it, maybe I'm not ready for you." He thought for a moment, "I.. I don't want you."
"I told you," responded Draco with hurt ringing throughout his voice. At this he ran away down the hall until he reached the corner and turned it. He stopped and leaned against the wall sliding down into a sitting position. Loosing focus, he tightly shut his eyes. All he could hear was Harry saying, "I guess I'm just not ready for this. As much as I want it, maybe I'm not ready for you," over again inside his head. Harry was sickened by the thought of them being together in some kind of act of intimacy. Draco felt like a fool for even pursuing Harry as he did.
"Why did he ever kiss me back?" were his initial thoughts.
"I am not going to feel by hurt you," he thought in defiance.
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Harry sat in Lupin's office waiting for him to return. He knew that Draco wasn't going to show up for detention. Right now, he felt angry towards the other boy. It was a secret anger that he had been trying to hide from himself. If it hadn't been for Draco he wouldn't have been humiliated and Lupin wouldn't be offering him those constant pitiful looks. He would still be friends with Ron. No matter what Ron had been doing, he couldn't help but to miss his friend. "There is no possible way of ever being friends with Ron if I am with Draco," he thought pitifully. "Ron hates Draco and vice versa. And with this kind of relationship, Draco keeps getting hurt.."
Lupin entered his office without a word and sat down behind his desk not even looking up at Harry. "Where is Mr. Malfoy?" he asked.
"Like I should know," said Harry bitterly.
"I see," said Lupin in an almost absentminded voice.
Harry gave him a frustrated look. "I haven't always been like this," he said.
Lupin finally looked up at the student with the same solemn expression that he seemed to always wear. "What do you mean?" asked the teacher while rummaging through several pieces of parchment on his desk.
"I just haven't always been like this all angry and whatever. I'm just sick of people gawking at me in the hallways like I am an animal. I'm done with it," Harry said glancing over at a moving picture on the wall.
Lupin put his hand through his own messy tangled graying dark hair and gave Harry a thoughtful look. "They get over it in time."
Harry crossed his arms and huffed.
"It's true. There is always speculation but they get used to it," said Lupin putting his face in his hand while studying the look on Harry's face.
"Remus," the man looked surprised at the sound of his own first name, "How do you know?" asked Harry.
Lupin shook his head, "We're not going to discuss this."
Harry looked down towards the floor. "I told him that I don't want him," he whispered. The teacher looked at him in curiousity. "I told him that I don't want him, Lupin. And he said that he knew and he left. But he doesn't understand.."
"What doesn't he understand?" asked Lupin examining Harry.
"I can never be friends with Ron with Draco around," said Harry.
"And this is Mr. Malfoy's fault?"
"What? Of course it is!" said Harry burying his head in his hands. "He has been a jerk to Ron for so many years. Ron hates him and isn't going to forgive him and Draco is never going to change his opinion of Ron. They're always going to fight.."
"And your trying to protect Mr. Malfoy?" asked Lupin.
"What? I'm not trying to protect him.." Harry said looking up at his teacher with widened eyes.
"Harry," said Lupin, "I don't know if you have noticed but Mr. Malfoy hasn't really been trying to fight Ron. The only they have fought this year it was because Ron initiated it."
"I know.." responded Harry. "Ron hates him so much and then when he saw us, it just made everything worse. He has such a bad temper."
"When are you going to talk to Ron?" asked Lupin.
"I don't know. I just have to keep him from hurting Draco.. It's not Ron's fault though. Like I said, Draco has been a real jerk."
"Do you really believe that he is a jerk?" asked Lupin.
"Yeah," said Harry firmly.
"You don't think that he has been slightly misunderstood or maybe that he hasn't grown up and changed?" asked Lupin.
"No."
"He has changed and he is most definitely in love with you now," said the teacher with a hint of a grin.
"He's not in love with me!" said Harry impatiently.
"You're in love with him though."
"What? No! Are you drunk?" Harry asked waving his arms around madly.
"Believe what you want and I'll believe what I want," said the teacher while dipping a quill into ink then writing sleek curvy letters on a piece of parchment.
"What? Now you're just going to ignore me?" Harry said while standing up staring at his teacher in shock.
Lupin looked up at him and smiled, "No, Harry. But did you forget that you're here for detention and not to yell at me over facts that you can't face?"
"Where do you get off telling me that I am in love with him?" yelled Harry.
"Calm down, Harry," responded Lupin looking back towards the parchment.
"Calm down? Calm DOWN?" Harry said at the top of his voice, "How can I calm down when you just said I.. love.. Draco?"
"Please sit down again, Harry," said the teacher as he put down his quill and leaned back in his chair. Harry sat down once more. "These are my theories about your situation.."
"Have you really been thinking that much about it?" asked Harry looking skeptical.
"I worry about you," said Lupin dismissing Harry's creeped out expression. "I believe that Mr. Malfoy has changed. He still has his malicious streak but he has learned how to care. You too have changed. These are the years where you discover who you are going to be probably for the rest of your life. I also believe that you need to have a heart to heart with Ron. You have to make him understand. You obviously still long for the relationship you two had. Talk to him, Harry."
"You think I am going to be this way for the rest of my life?" asked Harry.
Lupin smiled at him thoughtfully. "Mr. Malfoy initiated his feelings for you. You didn't have to return them.."
"I have to go find Ron," said Harry panicking. He stood up and ran towards the door.
"Wait!" said Lupin standing up.
Harry turn and look to his teacher. "What? Any advice?"
"Yes, I have some advice," said the teacher walking round to the front of his desk. Crossing his arms he continued, "Wait till after detention," he said with a smirk.
"Oh yeah.. sorry."
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Draco lay on his bed with his face buried in his pillow hoping to suffocate himself. "This isn't working," he thought. He sat up and moved over to the edge of the bed. He was constantly trying to think up something cleverly cruel to say just in case he saw Harry in the hallway one day. Truthfully, he didn't know what he would do. His stomach churned in an uncomfortable manner as he thought of the words of rejection that Harry had spoken so easily to him. How could he have felt that there was something special between them when it obviously meant nothing to Harry? How dare that simple boy have such an affect on a Malfoy. It was ridiculous that some lower class half wizard could make him feel like such an idiot.
He left his room and the Slytherin Common Room.
"I will make him sorry for this," he thought as he stormed down the hallway.
_
Several hours later Harry had just left from detention as quickly as possible. It was possible that Ron was still awake. He hurried into the Gryffindor Common Room and saw Ron alone by the fireplace studying.
"Ron," Harry said with a sigh of relief.
"What?" said Ron looking up with a frown.
Harry stood there blankly staring at his once bestfriend. He hadn't even planned on what he was going to say or how he was going to it. He just had to see Ron and make him understand somehow.
"Well?" said Ron impatiently.
"We need to talk," Harry said, his voice cracking nervously.
"I don't want to talk to you," responded Ron coldly.
"I don't care!" said Harry.
Ron stood up and walked over to Harry. "You're not going to preach to me about.. your lifestyle," he said. "I'm not going to hear it."
"Ron, I have to make you understand." Ron opened his mouth about to say something but Harry interuppted, "Please don't talk yet. Just let me explain."
"I don't want to hear your explanations!" at this Ron walked away.
"What the hell ever happened to you?" asked Harry.
Ron turn and look at Harry, "No Harry, what happened to you?"
"Nothing," said Harry flatly.
"That's a lie," responded Ron with his cheeks fiery like his hair.
"No it isn't, Ron! I may not know some things but I am certain that I am still the same person. The only difference is that I love him."
"Harry.."
"I love him, Ron! And I love you too! You're my bestfriend. You know more about me than anyone.." Ron looked down at the floor. "But I love him in a different more intimate way. I just want you to know that you're still my bestfriend whether you feel like you want to be friends with me or not."
"Why didn't you just tell me?" Ron hissed..
"Because you hate him and I didn't think that you would ever understand," said Harry choking.
"But I don't hate you," responded Ron quickly, "even if you're.. with him."
"Do you mean that?" asked Harry.
"I guess I do."
At this Harry smiled. "So you won't try to kick his ass again?" he asked.
"I'm not making any promises," said Ron.
"Ron!"
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The End of Chapter 12.
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