Title: Neither Good nor Evil

Rating: PG – 13

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy; Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters.

Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have never been friends. They were happy to stay enemies until unwanted thoughts interrupted. Add one of Dumbledore's prophecies and shake well.

Chapter Eight

Forgiveness

"Ron? Ron? Wake up." Hermione slapped the side of Ron's face, gently. He shook his head, groaning and sat up.

"I'm sorry." Harry stood over him, tears still fresh on his face.

"What happened?" Ron looked around. They were still in the Library.

"You fainted." Hermione told him, matter-of-factly, sitting down.

"Harry told me that the 'someone' was Draco Malfoy and I passed out. Guys don't faint." Ron snapped at her, standing up.

"I'm sorry." Harry repeated.

"Right, Malfoy loves you." Ron turned to him, in disbelief. Tears began to roll down Harry's face again. He whipped around and buried his face in Hermione's neck.

"Good going, Ronald." Hermione scowled at him.

"He's going to be so mad!" Harry sobbed.

"He won't be mad if you explain." Hermione offered. Ron sighed and sat down next to her.

"And Ron's mad at me too." Harry moaned into her neck.

"I'm not mad. I'm surprised." Ron said quickly in answer to Hermione's glare. Harry lifted his head and looked over at him.

"You promise?" He asked, quietly.

"Yeah," Ron smiled at Hermione's prompting nod, "I promise. I'm not mad. Not mad." Harry stared at him and then smiled.

"Ron's not mad and he knows now." Harry muttered to himself. He took a deep breath and pulled himself into his own chair.

"Good. We're calming down. Now, we need to talk about Malfoy." Hermione fixed her hair so it didn't look mussed.

"He's going to be mad." Harry repeated.

"He won't be mad. Unless…" Hermione paused for a moment. She seemed to be considering something in the distance, "Harry, do you love Malfoy?"

"Well… I guess… I do. He acts so sweet when you guys aren't around and he doesn't want to be his father at all, he hates Voldemort and he's… well, he's terribly sexy and nice and…" Harry trailed off, sighing. Ron flinched.

"I'm not nice." A smooth voice commented from nearby. Draco stepped closer, out of the shadow of the bookshelves. Hermione grinned, slyly.

"Oh… Hermione! You knew he was there!" Harry accused.

"Of course. I'm a girl, that's what we do. Come on Ronald." Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and led him away. Draco sat down next to Harry.

"You heard me?" Harry asked, quietly, when they left.

"Yeah. I'm not nice." Draco repeated. Harry laughed softly.

"Yes you are. You just don't want people to know it. It would ruin your image." He smiled.

"It would. That means you can't tell anyone else." Draco smiled back. Harry looked down at his lap, blushing.

"I'm acting like such a girl." He wiped at the tear tracks on his face.

"Yes, you really are. Crying and kissing boys and bushing all over the place. Next you'll be wearing a skirt and discussing make-up tips with Granger." Draco goaded.

"I will not." Harry punched him in the shoulder.

"You say that now. What am I to do if my only competition in Quidditch turns into a girly girl?" Draco questioned.

"Stop! You're making me feel dumb." Harry blushed again.

"Come on, you. Let's go back to the Dorm." Draco stood and offered Harry his hand.

"I'm confused."

"Hush, Ronald."

"You can come out guys. We're not going to kill each other." Harry laughed.

"Which doesn't make any sense to me at all." Ron snapped wandering out from behind a bookshelf without an ounce of shame. Hermione at least had the decency to look abashed.

"We'll really be going now. Come on Ronald." Hermione turned to go.

"Why do you keep calling me Ronald? My mum doesn't even call me Ronald all the time." Ron turned on her.

"It's a day for confessions Hermione." Harry called after her.

"Shut up!" She snapped.

"Huh?" Ron looked between them, confused.

"I actually feel sorry for Weasley. He has two friends who know so much he doesn't and they've ganged up on him." Draco smirked.

"Come on." Harry led him off towards the door to their Dorm.

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"Will you wait for a moment?" Draco snapped.

"Hurry up." Harry pouted, sitting back against the couch.

"Last time we forgot. Relax." He scowled and waved his wand, muttering. Then he nodded.

"Come here." Harry wrapped his arms around the taller boy's neck, bringing his head down. Their lips met and Draco pulled the other boy underneath him. He began to ground into the black haired boy. Harry ground back, moaning softly. They broke apart as someone knocked on the door. Harry groaned.

"Come in." Draco snapped after they'd sat up and reorganized the couch cushions. Pansy stuck her head around the portrait.

"I told you we should knock first. Look how red Potter's face is." Blaise stuck his head in as well.

"Really now. I didn't know anyone besides Weasley could go that color. Did we interrupt the fun?" Blaise smirked.

"Great timing." Draco scowled.

"We did interrupt. How sad. Oh well, since we're here," Pansy smirked and wandered in looking around. Blaise followed.

"Come on in. We don't mind." Draco glared at them.

"Don't mind if we do. Nice place you've got here. I knew Potter was the favorite." Blaise grinned.

"I'm going to go take a shower." Harry sighed. Draco grabbed his arm and planted a quick kiss on his lips. Harry smiled at him and hurried off.

"How sweet." Pansy said, sarcastically.

"Shut up, Pansy." Draco smiled after him.

"Did you tell him then?" Blaise prompted. Draco nodded.

"And he said?" Pansy pressed, sounding slightly annoyed at the delay.

"He loves me too, okay? You happy now? Drop it." Draco bit his lip, knowing she wouldn't.

"Aw. Excuse me while I vomit." Pansy scowled at him.

"Shut up, Pansy." Draco repeated, looking off in the direction Harry had gone.

"I think its nice Drake finally found someone. You have Erik after all. And I have whoever will sleep with me on the first date. We can all go on dates together." Blaise smirked at his friend.

"Yeah, I'm really going to let my father find out that I'm dating the Boy Wonder. He's sweet, I love him, not going to happen." Draco snapped absently.

"You really want to go join him in the shower, don't you?" Blaise interpreted. Draco grinned.

"Go on then. We're going to raid your room so go to Potter's room after." Pansy stalked off. Blaise smirked and followed. Draco slipped into Harry's bathroom.

"Hey, Harry? You mind if I join you?" He asked.

"Draco? Uh… um… no… um, I mean… sure I mean…" Harry stammered.

"I'll take that as an invitation." Draco smirked.

And the story continues…

Cheers,

Sarcastic Romantic