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Note: English isn't my own language, feel free to comment at any of my faults.
Warning: This story contains strong language and samesex love, if you can't handle that, I strongly recommend you don't read it.
Chapter four: A shocking confession
Harry wandered around the castle, not sure where he would go. He didn't want to go back to the dormitories. He hated Draco with every inch in his body. It was all his fault, all his bloody fault. The veritaserum was his fault. The bloody fight was his fault.
He just wanted to clear his head. He decided to go to the quidditch pitch. The one place he could be himself. The one place he could feel free.
He summoned his broom and flew. He could feel the freedom and happiness take possess of his body and for the first time that day a smile could be seen on Harry's face.
"So here you are, Potter. You know you're bloody predictable."
"What are you doing here, Malfoy."
"I just wanted to tell you that your attempted murder failed. I'm okay and very much alive."
"Leave me alone."
"And miss your beautiful smile, I don't think so." The sarcasm was clearly hearable in his voice.
"Haven't you done enough yet, Malfoy. Just go away." Hermione said angry.
"Oh look, Potter, you girlfriend arrived. Oh, wait… You don't have a girlfriend."
"Leave Harry alone. You better go before I bloody curse you."
"I didn't ask you anything mudblood." But Draco knew he already pushed it too far and it was better to leave before a fight began.
"Harry, can you please come down. I want to talk to you."
Harry however he rather wanted to be alone right now. He decided to land and talk to her.
"Harry I know this isn't easy for you, but you can't just fight Malfoy the hole time."
"You don't know how it feels like. And I didn't start it."
"I know, but still… Sorry that I have to say this but it almost looked like Malfoy was flirting with you."
"You can't be serious, he hates me. I will never make a chance."
"Harry, what are you saying. Do you actually like Malfoy."
"No…, maybe…, yes…. I don't know what I have to do anymore."
"Well I'm sorry but I really can't help you with this. I want to support you. I really want to. But I can't help you with this."
"I don't ask for your help. I just want your support. Please don't tell anyone yet. Not even Ron, he just won't understand."
"I'm sure he will, but if you don't want me to say anything, then I won't."
"Thank you, Hermione." Harry took her in a close hug.
Together they walked back inside. It was time for dinner. Harry really wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone but his stomach needed food so he decided to go to the great hall anyway.
"Harry, where were you? I was worried sick."
"I'm fine Ron."
Ginny sad only a few places away from him. He saw her eyes were bloodshot and she looked awful. Harry didn't look much better; his hair was messier than ever. This face was full of tear trails.
"You really have to go to McGonagall, Snape didn't have any right to use veritaserum on you and ask those questions.
"McGonagall didn't go back in time to safe them just to fire him. In anyone's eyes Snape is a hero." Harry answered her.
When the battle ended, McGonagall used a time-turner to go back in time and safe as many innocent people as she could. She managed to save a lot of life's which includes Remus, Snape, Tonks, Fred and many more.
"Potter, clean your face. You look dreadful, you look far more handsome if your hair isn't this messy."
"Draco, did you just call me handsome." Harry wanted to disappear, did he just call Malfoy Draco.
Draco noticed that Harry didn't call him by his family name. He was shocked and couldn't help blurting something out.
"Well, yes I think you're very handsome." The intended sarcasm didn't succeed.
Everyone went quiet before the whispers started. Did Draco Malfoy just call Harry Potter handsome.
Tortured under the dead glance Snape shot him it was Draco's time to escape the room running in shame.
Draco ran to the dungeons to the common room. He was ashamed about showing his emotion and even more ashamed about confessing the emotions he didn't even knew he felt.
He was so distracted and confused he didn't noticed his godfather following him.
"Draco, my office this instant!"
Draco was afraid, he knew his godfather well. If Snape was mad, he was furious. Draco was afraid of his anger. In the few times he saw him furious, always someone would get hurt. Together they walked inside his office and sad down on the opposite sides of his desk.
"Draco, I got used to the fact you like boys, but I have to say you have a very bad taste."
"Wait, you knew. But how?"
"Well, you always complain about the fact that you're cursed. That isn't entirely wrong."
"What do you mean?"
"When you were born, you have been cursed. We still don't know who did it. Every time you are turned to your own mind you will stare at something you strongly desire."
"So, I was right all this time."
"Yes, like I was saying, when you were little you would stare at toy's and women's, later you would stare at girls, but recently you started to stare at boy's instead of girls, so I figured you liked boy's instead of girls."
"Did you tell my parents?"
"No I haven't. You have to tell them yourself when you're ready for it."
"Thank you, professor" Draco left the room. He needed to clear his mind and went to the one place no one would follow him, the Room of Requirement.