CHAPTER SIX: Suspicions and Promises

A/N: I don't own any rights to Harry Potter. Little magic is used and homosexuality, violence, rape and language are used. Don't like it? Don't read it. You've been warned.

The next morning, Harry woke up feeling as refreshed as the sun itself. He has never been in a better mood and he knew today was going to be amazing. He'll eat a nice breakfast with his two best friends, he even did his homework last night and will start paying more attention in class, then afterwards, go to Quidditch, take a shower and go meet Draco for dinner up on the roof. He has the perfect picnic planned tonight. Things couldn't taste, smell, feel or sound more blissful for Harry than this flawless morning.

'I wish things will stay like this. All I can think about is Draco and how I can't wait to see him tonight…cause we are gonna have fuuuun!' he thought while doing his happy dance and brushing his teeth at the same time.

Harry headed down toward the Great Hall and he felt starved. He saw Draco again and they both smiled at each other in a way that made their eyes burn. Harry could still smell Draco's cologne and how he had put too much of it on. And Draco could still taste the flavor of Harry's long lasting kiss from the night before. They both got stiff again thinking about it.

'I wish I could sit with him, hold his hand in the morning, fall asleep on his shoulder before class and wake up feeling as if I'm on cloud nine…unfortunately…he doesn't want to be seen with me. He doesn't feel comfortable with our relationship.'

Draco kept smiling at Harry but he's trying not to and Harry found it cute. It's as if the smiles for Harry from Draco were for Harry only and nobody else could see him smile. Draco never smiled for anyone except for Harry and when someone saw him smile, he stopped immediately. When Crabbe started talking to him, he made his serious Slytherin face again, not at Harry but at his friend. He couldn't stop staring at him.

'He puts me in a trance or something…why do I feel this way? It's like the song from "Wicked" except my name isn't Elphaba and his name isn't Fiyero. We are Draco and Harry or Malfoy and Potter as others would put it…'

"Harry! There you are!" said Hermione, looking baffled, "I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it?" he asked her.

"I asked Dumbledore about the class you said you were thinking about teaching?"

'Oh no,' he thought, 'I forgot to tell her that it wasn't true! God! What kind of friend am I? Obviously not a good one…'

"Listen Hermione, about that…I didn't see Dumbledore yesterday because he wasn't there and that's why I hardly know anything yet."

"Well yes I understand that but he said that he was in his office all night long doing paperwork."

"Hermione, butt out of my business, okay?" Harry gave her the look telling her to drop it immediately before Ron gets suspicious. He made it look as if he were doing a homework assignment when he was really writing Hermione a letter.

Hermione-

I lied about the class and the course and me teaching it, okay? Yes, Malfoy gave me a letter a few days ago, telling me it was about Snape and that he wanted to meet me. I wasn't sure what for but I didn't find Snape when I got up there…I found Malfoy. He accused me of starting a rumor about his homosexuality and whatnot when I really didn't. I needed to come up with something to cover up my meeting with Draco…please don't push this any further than it's already gone, please? I'm begging you! Don't tell Ron! Anything that sounds suspicious or unfamiliar to you, please just don't act weird. Act as if you know what's going on okay? If I say something out of the blue in front of you and Ron, it's to cover up my relationship in front of Ron and know that if I do ever lie about something, it's for a good reason and know that I'll explain later. Just please don't make this into a complex situation as always…please. Don't. Thank you.

Yours Truly,

Harry Potter

He passed it to her on his way out after breakfast without Ron noticing, thankfully. When the three of them began to head to class, the day seemed to linger on with Divination and Defense Against the Dark Arts…it was as if someone wanted to make it drag on and on. When Harry got to Potions, last class of the day thank god, he was excited to see Draco. He hasn't seen him all day but when he walked into class, Draco looked upset about something.

'I hope he won't cancel on me,' he thought, 'I have to see him tonight. I miss him. I want to cuddle and be in his arms…I can't stand another night alone without him.'

Harry purposely waited outside of class until everyone had gone in, including Hermione and Ron however he hid around the corner so they wouldn't see him. When he did go in, to his delight, there was only one empty seat left next to Draco. Harry made a desperate attempt to try and act unhappy about the arrangement and he thought it would be harder. Once he had gotten to his seat finally, he had fooled everybody into thinking that he didn't want to sit next to him but on the inside, he was dancing and his heart was skipping every other beat. But Draco looked so ill and Harry's mind began to race with worries and doubts about tonight's dinner.

"You're late Mr. Potter," Snape says in his 'I'll-Scare-The-Living-Shit-Out-Of-You' voice (which didn't scare Harry anymore. He overcame his fear his third year when Snape had caught him wondering the corridors at night time.)

"Sorry professor, it wont happen again…"

"You're damn right it wont happen again. Sit."

And so the lesson began. Harry tried to catch a glimpse of Malfoy but failed miserably. He did everything he could to get him to look but Malfoy couldn't stand the sight of him right now and Harry didn't know why.

'Why won't he talk to me? Did I do something wrong?' he thought. Malfoy looked as if he hadn't slept in days when just this morning, his eyes were as big as hearts beating for Harry only. Draco held a secret from Harry that he had been hiding since day one of their relationship (which he knew was only two days or so but still…) Harry wrote him a note asking, "What's wrong?" but Draco only crumpled it up and held it in his hands as if it were a gift from the pope. After a few seconds of waiting in pure agony and silence, he opens the letter back up and tries to straighten it out into a perfect piece of paper like it was once. He wrote very harsh upon the paper and in big letters: "WE'LL TALK TONIGHT." And that's all it said. Harry felt the need to talk to Hermione again, to find out what it is he might want to talk about. The minute Potions had ended and without a single glance from Draco all through the class, Harry went straight for Hermione.

"I need some homework help again," he says to her, "could you go to the library with me please?"

"Sure, no problem. I'll see you later, Ron. I love you." She says and kisses him quickly on the cheek before turning around and leaving him to eat his lunch by himself. Ron began to get suspicious. 'Random meetings in the common room and in the library,' he thought to himself, 'I know I saw him pass a note to her earlier today, this is getting too weird right now. How do I know he isn't sleeping with her? I can't lose my best friend over a true love. I have to do something and quick.'

They got to the library and surprisingly, it was crowded more often than usual and they both eventually found an open table to sit at, just the two of them and talk.

"I asked Draco if something was wrong and this is what he said back after crumpling up the paper…" and he shows her the unfortunate letter.

"He may just want to cancel for another night and could be disappointed about it."

"No," Harry says sternly, "he's pissed about something. Really pissed. I can tell." Suddenly, Hermione felt uncomfortable and shifted in her seat ever so slightly but enough for Harry to know something is up.

"Hermione? What did you say to him?"

"All I said was congratulations! At least I'm not lying to him like you lied to me!" her voice grew louder with fury, like a cigarette burning tobacco (and no, her words were not packed into fire safe cigarettes.)

"Hermione, please…not so loud."

"You weren't supposed to tell anybody? I'm one of your best friends, not an enemy. Malfoy knows that. It hurts my feelings to know that you're willing to tuck and roll for an asshole who's been your enemy since 1st year and now you're giving up your true friends to be with him…I'm so fucking ashamed of you right now." She gathered up her things and left the library and for once, Harry was scared that for the first time, Hermione might not keep one of his secrets