How I wish I was J.K. Rowling. But unfortunately I am not, aww well.
Anyway there will be more heat between Draco and Harry soon. I promise.
Enjoy =)
Draco POV
The next morning I wake up to find a Pansy Parkinson sitting on my side where Snape punched me last night. "Ouch Pansy. Do you have to sit on me?" I mumble, still half asleep.
Right away she shifts to the side of my bed. "Sorry Dray. So what happen between you and Potter last night?"
Pansy watches me concern clear on her face as I try to sit up. Everything in my body aches. I push through the pain and just about manage to rest my back against my pillow. "You know we just talked about stuff and then he kissed me." I groggily reply.
Her face lights up with shock and joy. "Draco, I'm so happy for you."
"Whoa whoa. I'm not gay. I don't think." I say, sounding unsure.
"I never said you were." She holds up her hands in defence. Wanting to know, but obviously not wanting to upset me she gently asks, "So how was the kiss?"
I consider her question before answering. If I tell her truth she'll think I'm gay. On the other hand if I lie she'll know right away and tell me to get over my Malfoy pride. I go with the truth. "It was amazing and when he slid his tongue in my mouth-"
"You snogged Harry Potter." She interrupts almost laughing.
I feel my face go red now. I look Pansy in the eyes afraid to know the answer of the question I'm about to ask. "Is it gay, if I kind of got..." I look at my sheets trying to figure out how to word it to her. "...a weird feeling down stairs when we were kissing?"
"Uh... duh." She grins at me.
"I was afraid you were going to say that. Maybe I am gay." I admit.
She pulls me into a hug. "Dray whatever you are I'm proud of you and I love you. You will always have my support."
"I know Pans. I love you too." As she pulls away breaking the hug I wince from the pain of my stomach.
Pansy sees me wince and puts her hand on my stomach. When I wince again she her concern grows. "Draco what's wrong?"
I carefully slide off my robe, thankful to be wearing a long sleeved shirt to hide the cuts on my arms. I lift up my shirt exposing a massive bruise on the left side of my stomach. "Shit. I didn't think it was that bad." I whisper just as shocked as Pansy looks.
She traces the bruise with her fingers. I hiss as the lightest touch hurts like hell. "Sorry Dray, but... who did this to you?" She gasps.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"It wasn't Lucius-"
"Don't be ridiculous. He's dead." I cut in coldly. I never have a positive emotion when referring to that man. "It was my dear old Godfather, Snape."
"Really? Why?" She questions in complete shock.
"He somehow saw me and Harry up at the Astronomy Tower, so he threw me a couple punches and called me a fag for good measure." I sigh. "He has been really weird since the war. He's more cruel than usual... well to me anyway. And sometimes he will say things and I swear it's like I'm talking with my father."
Pansy looks at me curiously. "You don't think Snape is possessed by Lucius' ghost or something?"
"Is that even possible?" I ask desperately hoping it's not. "If anyone knows, it's Granger."
Pansy stands up off my bed. "Anyway, I need to go shower before breakfast."
"Yeah, you are a little ripe Pans." I grin, pretending to hold my nose.
"Hey!" She snaps, grabbing my pillow and throwing it at me.
"Owch. That hurt."
"Sorry Drakey-poo." She says patronizingly while heading out the door.
I hate that nickname. I tolerate it when she calls me Dray, but she calls me Drakey-poo because she knows it annoys me. I'm so glad it's Saturday.
Harry POV
"So what happened between you and Malfoy last night?" Ron asks me, shovelling coco pops into his mouth.
"Nothing happened, I swear," I say, freezing up a little.
"Chill. I was only asking."
"Asking about what?" Hermione interrupted, parking herself beside Ron.
"Harry had a hang out date with his new buddy Draco Malfoy last night." Ron spills.
She chokes on her tea. "You're dating Malfoy?"
"It wasn't a date. We're just friends... I think." I try to assure them, but I think I'm failing.
"What do you mean you think?" Hermione asks cautiously.
I look around the hall and decide this isn't the best place to confess my secrets. "Not here." I reply leading my friends to the Gryffindor common room. We then head for mine and Ron's room. Thankfully it's empty, so I close the door not bothering to lock it.
"Okay Harry the truth. What happened between you and ferret face last night?" Ron demands.
With both Ron and Hermione starring me down I can't but feel under pressure. "I... we... uh sort of kissed."
"He kissed you!" Hermione says in shock.
"That little faggot." Ron interjects.
"No he's not a fa... I mean Draco isn't... I kissed him okay." I confess feeling uncomfortable. "I think I'm gay." Relieved and terrified I can only just look my friends in the eyes.
Hermione's surprised face morphs into a happy one and she throws her arms around me. "It doesn't matter in the slightest." She responds trying to reassure me. Although it's not working because Ron hasn't said a word about it yet.
"Ron please say something." I beg, feeling ready to cry.
"I don't what to say mate. You dated my sister, knowing that you don't like girls. What happened that night? Did you cheat on her with some guy or what?" Ron asks, avoiding my gaze.
"Of course not!" I reply sternly. "It's not like that. We broke up because that night I couldn't... ya know." I can't help but shift my gaze as I finish explaining.
"Why Malfoy?" Ron asks, with a disgusted look on his face.
"It wasn't planned. It just kind of happened. He's not the same Draco Malfoy from last year."
"So are you two together now?" Hermione asks excitedly.
"I don't think so. I kind of freaked out and ran off on him. He probably won't even look at me after me being so crappy to him." I admit.
"He'll get over it. Just talk to him." She replied.
Ron takes a deep and puts a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry about the whole faggot thing mate. Like Hermione said it doesn't matter that you're gay." He then pulls me into a hug.
"Thanks." I whisper. Telling myself to not cry.
"Right if you two are done with your bromance there are three butter beers in The Three Broomsticks with our names on them." Hermione interrupts leading the way to Hogsmeade.
Draco POV
On a Saturday afternoon I find myself in the library scanning through books for an answer to what is wrong with Snape. I am just about to give up on my quest when I spot Granger with her head in some book on the origins of magic. I roll my eyes. That's typical Granger but... she might just have the answer I'm looking for.
As I occupy the seat next to her, she looks up from her book looking the most confused I think she has ever been in her life.
"Before you begin mumbling. I need your help with something." I blurt out, trying to keep my Slytherin cool. "As I'm sure your smarty ass brain has noticed, Professor Severus Snape has been behaving rather strangely this year."
"Now that you mention it his reflexes are not what they were, at all. He doesn't glare at Harry anywhere near as much as he used to." Hermione adds, in agreement.
"What do you know about demons or ghosts possessing the living or almost dead?" I ask.
"You clearly don't pay attention in class. Snape has had us studying demons, ghosts and possession since school started." She replies in her usual know-it-all tone.
"Yeah, I haven't really been in classes lately." I admit.
"Why?"
"I've just been dealing with stuff and I didn't feel like it. Okay." I snap.
She looks around the library and then leans in closer. "I know what happened between you and Harry last night."
The second she says it I reach for my throat suddenly finding it a little hard to breath. "If you tell anyone I'll cut your mudblood throat in your sleep." I threaten quietly.
She holds up her right hand before answering, "I promise I won't. Harry seems to really care about you and if there is something going on between you two I want you to know you have my full support."
Her sincerity touches something inside me. "Thanks Grang... Hermione. That actually means a lot. But I don't think there is anything between Potter and I. Judging by the way he ran off last night I-"
"That had nothing to do with you." Hermione interrupts. "Harry told me why he left you like that. He freaked out because he kissed you and he liked it. He just liked it a little too much, if you know what I mean."
It takes me a minutes but I soon catch on to what she is referring. "You mean he got a boner." I confirm. Granger just nods. I sit back in my chair with a sly grin on my face. I gave Harry Potter a boner.
"I'm going to go and read through the books I got for Professor Snape's homework assignments." Granger announces quietly forcing me out of my thoughts.
"Whatever. I have better things to do." I reply arrogantly.
She gives me a look of genuine kindness. "I will let you know what I find and... talk to Harry. I think you too would be good for each other. All the best Draco." As she leaves the library she looks back with a sad look on her face. I flash her a very real smile, before she is out of sight.
She thinks Potter and I would be good for each other. She must be on drugs. I think to myself. Potter is the Golden-boy-who-lived... twice and I'm the Fallen Slytherin Prince. There's no way.
Thank you everyone following this story. It might be a while until I get round to writing the next chapter as I have been neglecting my other fanfic.
Until the next chapter ;)