A/N: I am aware that my plot is progressing slowly, but I hate stories that rush things, plus I enjoy being detailed, although maybe I sometimes step into 'wordy-ness' forgive me :) Also, I noticed a few irritating mistakes, but as I had already gone back and corrected one, I don't really want to correct the others, I'm sorry, I'm lazy! Oh wow, it's now...about midnight and I'm falling asleep typing but I'm just so determined to get this to you guys! Hope it's still okay even though your faithful author is sleep deprived :P
Harry walked off into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He turned on the nearby glass-walled shower, then stood before a floor-length mirror looking at himself closely.
Over the years he had grown to a respectable height of 6'2" and his unruly raven hair had tamed itself into a stylish mess. Hermione had corrected his vision last years and his mother's eyes shone a brilliant deep emerald without the interference of his glasses. His body, lightly tanned and well defined from Quidditch was bruised and a cut under his left eyebrow looked rather painful. He scowled at his reflection. Dudley's rags that hung from his body were torn and bloodied, but as was the skin beneath them. He shook his head in anger laced with self-pity. Harry peeled off his cousin's clothing gingerly, until he realized he still felt little pain from his injuries, then he just tried to get out of the rags and into the shower as quickly as possible to wash away the filth and blood.
He let the steaming water rush over him like a waterfall. He stayed there in the overwhelming heat thinking about his current circumstances until he was a angry red.
He thought about his parents and Dumbledore, and what Voldemort and told him about the same. He didn't know why he took it as fact so quickly, the voice in his head told him it did make sense somehow and he decided to follow that voice for once. He thought on the new relationships that would come with this and the one's he's lose. He hoped to make friends with the people he would have been friends with had he allowed the hat to sort him into Slytherin in the very beginning. Especially Draco, he didn't know quite why he saw the blonde so differently now, but then again he didn't know why he did most things these days and just went along with it.
He knew Ron wouldn't accept his transition, along with most others he currently associated with, except for Hermione and Ginny, he knew they had enough sense to be open-minded and trust his judgment. After all, they were the only ones that he had trusted to come out too. Oh, did I forget to mention that? Yes, the wizarding world has a semi-openly gay saviour. Just another flaw in his imperfect life is how Harry viewed it.
He grew tired of the heat and thinking and turned off the shower, wrapping himself in a plush towel that had been placed just outside the glass wall. He dried himself in front of that same mirror that had held his disappointing reflection and shook his head once again.
In a embroidered armchair placed next to the mirror Harry saw a neatly folded pile of clothes with a rolled up parchment perched on top. He smiled briefly and unrolled said note.
"Harry, I hope these are to your liking and fit you well. I couldn't have you wearing your pig-like cousin's hand-me-downs. Get dressed and Draco will escort you to me, I hope he treats you well and I expect the same reciprocated from you.
Godfather; Tom"
Harry smirked at his Godfather's use of his own muggle name, he always he knew he didn't mind it too much. He chuckled lightly and laid the parchment aside only to see it swiftly smolder into a small pile of ash, which then disappeared. Harry clucked his tongue, such precautions. He unfolded the top off the pile, it was a crisp, button-down, deep oceanic blue. He smiled, it was nice. Harry laid it aside temporarily and flipped through the pile. He found a pair of black boxers and slipped them on, allowing him to drop his towel to the marble floor where it immediately disappeared, good thing he didn't need it anymore, Harry chuckled. Harry pulled out a pair of black, full length breeches that appeared to him to be made of dragonhide. He smiled at the craftsman ship and pulled them onto his now dry legs, they fit him snuggly, and if he did say so himself, accentuated all the right places. Harry sat down then and pulled on his socks and boots, they looked like combat boots, but Harry doubted that was their intended purpose. He smiled and stood up slipping into the shirt he had first admired and buttoned it up almost completely. The last thing, laying on the back of the chair was a long billowing black robe, which he decided to put on at the last minute. He wandlessly finished up the last bits of preparation like hair and teeth, feeling bad for keeping Draco waiting out there for so long. He scooped up his new robe and strode out of the bathroom, a new confidence in his clothes. Although anything would have been better than Dudley's rags.
Harry stopped when he exited the door. Draco had fallen asleep on the bed. He smiled and shut the door behind him quietly. He walked towards the sleeping Slytherin almost soundlessly, and he didn't wake. Harry smiled again at the opportunity to try to figure out what was so different about him now. All he could come up was he just didn't look angry. For example, at the moment the sleeping boy actually wore a smile. Small, but it was definitely a smile. His longish blonde tresses lay sprawled around his head, almost angelic. Harry couldn't help but laugh quietly at his thought, it was pretty absurd.
Harry sat down softly next to the sleeping form. He ran his eyes from the gentle look on his unblemished face to the lean, but toned body half under the covers. He smiled sadly when the young man awoke.
Draco leapt into consciousness, worried his Lord had found him sleeping, that would not have been pretty. He was beyond relieved when he saw the weight on the bed with him was Harry. He smiled at his fortune and laid back into the pillow.
"I've never been so happy to see you, Po-Harry." Draco caught the last name on his lips, remembering what Harry had said earlier. He smiled briefly. Harry shook his head, he wanted to say, Me either, Draco, but knew that would not have been a wise decision. It was now safe to say Harry was pining. He still wasn't positive what had brought about his abrupt change, but he honestly couldn't make himself mind it.
"Why is that Draco?" Harry smirked lightly as he watched a split second of embarrassment slide across his eyes.
"Expected you to be my Lord, he wouldn't have appreciated me sleeping while I was supposed to be helping his Godson." Draco sighed and ran a hand through his now tousled hair. He couldn't believe he had let himself fall asleep, he was really off today.
Harry couldn't hold off his smile. "Well, do we really have a time to be there, or does he expect me to need time to gather myself?"
Draco shrugged, "I'm sure he would understand, you are his Godson, but why don't you want to go yet?" Draco raised his signature thin brow. Harry just shrugged.
"I don't know, I just wanted to hang out for a bit." Harry shrugged again. Draco was confused, why did Harry Potter want to 'hang out' with him? It didn't make much sense.
"If that's what you want to do, Harry." He pulled himself up into a sitting position and crossed his legs, indian style. Harry smiled, pleased that Draco was willing to talk with him.
"If you don't mind me asking, why does the Golden Boy of Gryffindor want to 'hang out' with the Ice Prince of Slytherin?" Draco laughed shortly at their respective nicknames.
Harry rolled his eyes and laid back, propping himself up on his elbows, looking at the deep green ceiling. He thought, maybe it was time to let Draco in on some of his secrets, after all, it appeared they'd be stuck together at least for the rest of the summer. Harry sighed deeply and then rolled over to face his former enemy, his head resting on his arm.
"Well, Draco, you might as well know, if you don't already depending on how much you've been informed of, I haven't lived quite the charmed life. And to say the least I've never been golden." Harry laughed at the last bit. It was true, he was never golden, always tarnished and brassy with anger or misery. He deeply regretted not jumping at the chance to join Slytherin all those years ago. Harry just knew it wouldn't have been so bad. He decided he wanted to see the reaction on the serpents cool face when he told him he was almost down in the dungeons with his lot.
"Draco...remember back in first year, how you ever so elegantly introduced yourself to me?" Harry laughed, elegant? Anything but. Draco's face became annoyed mildly but he nodded.
"Well, afterwards when it was my turn to be sorted, that old hat wouldn't stop pestering me to join your brood in Slytherin. But knowing you were there, and only having what an arrogant brat you had been to go on, I told it to put me in Gryffindor and-" Draco cut him off.
"You changed the decision of the sorting hat? Can you even do that?"
"Well obviously, Draco, I am currently a Gryffindor." Harry laughed. Draco rolled his eyes.
"I mean, are you supposed to be able to do that?" Draco just stared at him, Harry was meant to be in Slytherin, oh that would have been grand. Harry Potter, the wizarding world's chosen saviour in the house of Death Eaters in training. Draco couldn't help but laugh at the thought of it. However, thinking about it, Harry was a Slytherin, you could tell from his smirk alone. A smirk, the way to identify a true Slytherin from a farce. Draco laughed at himself again and Harry just looked at him in his unrestrained state with a raised brow and a pining smile.
Draco saw Harry's face and quieted himself, what had gotten into him today. More like what should have. 'WHAT'. Draco shook his head, even his conscience was out to get him. Thinking things like that about Harry? It's Harry bloody Potter, that wasn't even a possibility. You don't know that. 'SHUT UP'. Draco saw Harry watching him having his internal struggle with a smile, white teeth shone from behind full pink lips, though currently still dusted with bruising. Draco shook the unwanted thoughts from his head. Unwanted? Please. Like you wouldn't jump at the chance. 'You're right I wouldn't.' You can't lie to me Draco Malfoy, I am you! I even happen to know what you dreamt about while our Mr. Potter was in the shower. 'What are you even talking about!' Draco felt his face flush a proud Weasley red and Harry couldn't hold his laughter any longer. He rolled onto his back and laughed whole-heartedly and it felt good. He couldn't believe he had just watched Draco Malfoy have, what appeared to be, a conversation with himself which he apparently lost because it ended with him looking like a school girl.
Harry's eyes were shut tight in his mirth and he failed to notice a certain blonde leaning over him scowling.
"And just what is so funny, Harry?" He sounded like he might have tried to sound threatening, but speaking over Harry's laughter, it just didn't come out right. He rolled his eyes and shook Harry by the shoulders. At the motion Harry stopped laughing and looked up at Draco, who had, of course, forgotten to remove his slim pianist's hands from his shoulders.
"Nothing, Draco, just observing. Never knew you could achieve such a colour!" Draco scowled again and Harry chuckled, sliding out from under Draco's hands and pulling himself up into a sitting position, the other boy followed suit and soon they were sitting across from each other on the warm blankets that layered Harry's new bed, they must have been enchanted to stay so warm, Harry thought idly. He was pulled from his musings by the other boy.
"Harry, how do you think people are going to react to you being here? I mean what of the other 2/3 of your trio, what about Cho, and Dumbledore?" Draco personally didn't care, but how else could he pry into the personal life of this new boy thrust into his. Harry chewed his bottom lip nervously, he wasn't too sure about this conversation, his friends and Dumbledore sure that's easy, Hermione will be okay and the other's would hate him and suspect him of being under the Imperius curse. But Cho? She had been his girlfriend, if you could really call her that. She never acted the part. Harry knew that dating Cho was what made him realize he didn't like girls, but he wasn't so sure about telling Draco that yet...but then again...he did say he had nothing to lose, and Draco couldn't tell, he would fear his Lord too much. Harry took on a mischievous smile and took a deep breath.
"Well of course Ron and Dumbledore will go mental, Hermione she'll be calm and accepting, like always, Cho..well I don't really know or care." Harry smiled. Draco looked at him, confused.
"Why not? I was under the impression she was your girlfriend." Harry shook his head.
"I don't have one." Draco looked amazed,
"So the talk of Hogwarts about how Harry Potter could have any woman he wants is incorrect?" Harry smiled and shook his head again.
"I'm sure that's true, I just don't want any women." Harry smirked in a way very similar to his companion. Draco looked confused...then surprised...hopeful? Then confused again. Harry Potter was gay? When did this happen! Last he heard he was snogging the weaslette at any opportunity.
"Are you trying to tell me you're gay, Harry? Or are you just trying to get a rise out of me?" Harry laughed and felt compelled to say, 'You could say that's what I'm after.' but fought off the urge to make juvenile, cliché statements such as that.
"Yes, Draco, that's what I'm telling you, now your turn, tell me something surprising, WOW ME." Harry chuckled, and Draco looked wary at the prospect of confessing to him.
"Come on Draco, I won't tell, Wizard's honor." Harry smiled and Draco returned it, though his was still visibly laced with worry.
"Alright, fine, Harry. If you insist, and it seems you do. I am...rather partial to men myself..." He mumbled the end but Harry heard it fine.
"I'm sorry, Draco, what was that? I didn't catch it, you mumbled." Harry smiled broadly and laughed. Draco scowled at him and with a seeker's reflexes moved from his position to holding himself up above Harry, who was now laying on his back, wide eyed, thanks to the Slytherin.
"I said, I'm gay too, Harry, and I know perfectly well you heard me, damn nosy Gryffindors don't miss anything." Harry laughed at Draco's characteristic scowl that was etched into his face. Suddenly the dark haired boy had a devilish idea and acted quickly, flipping Draco over and into his former position and then took up residence perched on his thighs. He watched a string of emotions swim through the eyes he recently found he loved to watch. He saw one, only there for a second, but it was there, desire. And that sprung his next mischievous move. Harry put one knee on either side of Draco's hips and held himself up with his hand next to either of the smaller boy's shoulders.
"Well, I don't believe you. Prove it." Harry smiled, he wasn't sure what he expected, but it sure wasn't what he was presented with, though somewhere in his mind a voice said he wasn't complaining.
At Harry's taunt the blonde had hit Harry in the crook of his elbow causing him to fall onto his chest, Draco then took Harry's words to heart, he too had nothing to lose.
Draco looked up into the eyes of the boy who had quickly lifted a small distance off of him, though not as far as he started. Draco reached one hand up and shyly weaved it into the unruly raven locks at the nape of Harry's neck. He watched Harry's eyes and found nothing disapproving there so he pulled the willing Gryffindor down to him. Slowly he felt Harry press his lips onto his own and, to sound cliché, it was electric. In comparison with Pansy Parkinson at least.
Harry pulled away soon after looking into his eyes to make sure the blonde didn't regret what had happened.
"Okay, I guess I can believe you." Harry all but whispered into the air between them, which wasn't much. Draco smiled sweetly and pushed Harry gently off of him and stood up. He beckoned Harry to mimic him.
"I'm glad, but now we really should be getting to your Godfather before it's my head." Draco smiled, half-heartedly.
Harry stood up in front of him and smiled. "No, I'd have to say it's my head now." Draco looked confused, then it registered. He blushed at the possessive comment and rolled his eyes.
A/N: Some of you might think that happened a little faster than it seemed it should have, but, I felt the plot was starting to drag and had to make an executive decision ;) Besides, who can really go 3 chapters without somethin'!