Year Four

Last year, Harry had talked to Hermione and Ron about Draco sticking up for him. Both seemed convinced that Draco was still just a bigot.

"Listen mate, it's gotta be some kinda mental trap! He lures you in and then BAM you got a fist in your face."

Hermione shook her head. "Ron I don't think Malfoy is that devious. Maybe he's just got a heart, however small it may be. Harry, you said the bully looked like he was going to touch you right? I don't think anyone, even Malfoy, would stand by and let sexual harassment occur."

Neither of these responses solved Harry's confusion. Sure, Malfoy said terrible stuff to Ron and Hermione all the time, racist things even. But he'd never taken a stab at Harry's masculinity. Ron and Hermione had warned Harry that Malfoy was a bigot the very first time they'd met, Malfoy had even proven it. But it just didn't add up this time. Harry still pondered it over the summer, in between hiding from relatives and sending letters asking, almost begging Sirius to take him away.

As Harry had suspected, Vernon had become especially cruel this summer. He was screamed at as soon as he got home from Hogwarts, and got slapped at little things like his shoelaces being untied. Aunt Petunia would hit his hand with a spoon whenever he "messed up" dinner. Dudley couldn't stop taunting Harry for his flat chest, and even got his friends to join in.

On one of those days where Dudley shoved Harry and mocked him for his flat chest, Harry snapped.

"At least I'm not so fat that I have boobs! I don't shake the whole goddamn floor whenever I walk! You take up half the couch you-"

A pain erupted in Harry's nose, making his vision turn black. Harry stumbled and grabbed at his nose, feeling hot sticky blood there. Had Dudley just punched him? It suddenly didn't matter, as Harry was pushed to the ground and ganged up on by three of Dudley's friends. Kicks to the gut and face overwhelmed Harry, and he tried his best to curl up and protect his most sensitive areas from pain. If only he could grab his wand and hex all of them to hell.

Finally, after what felt like ages, Harry was left alone. The disgusting thugs walked away, leaving Harry bruised and battered. Harry picked himself up and wiped the blood from his nose. Everything ached, and he hoped his ribs weren't broken. Harry slipped into his house as quietly as possible, and went to the bathroom. He looked at his bruised and battered reflection and felt tears prick at his eyes. Harry let them fall as he wondered why everyone seemed to hate him. He was disgusting. A disgusting tranny with a black eye.

Harry skipped dinner that night, and in the morning Vernon merely grunted in approval at the sight of Harry's abused body.

For the first few weeks of school, Harry was distant, and it didn't go without notice. Even after experiencing the Quidditch World Cup with Ron, he couldn't stop thinking about his home life. Hermione and Ron of course asked him if he was alright. Harry couldn't just tell him that he was almost constantly abused at home, so he brushed them off. Even Fred and George asked after him, in their own special way.

"We've got candy that'll make your stomach inflate and then pop like a balloon! Extremely painful, but not lethal. Highly effective towards enemies."

But Harry simply shook his head no. Harry was only returned to his normal self when the Triwizard Tournament was announced. Now this, this was something Harry could get into. When students from other schools arrived, he was relieved. Finally, students would take a break from staring at him and stare at the foreigners instead. Harry did a fair share of staring too, along with Ron. Viktor Krum caught their attention immediately. Ron was star struck to say the least, and Harry couldn't help but be amazed at Viktor's good looks. Harry thought, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he might be a little more queer than he thought. Hermione simply rolled her eyes and went back to her book.

Draco wasn't immune to the affects of new and attractive students either. If anything he became more of a show off than he already was. This did attract the attention of girls, and even a few boys, but Draco didn't seem satisfied. Fred and George amused themselves by flirting with one student at the same time, and also trying to enter their names in the cup. The devilish twins had started a business from it, and Harry thought it was simply brilliant.

One day, Harry was cornered in the hall by Viktor Krum.

"Ello! 'Arry is it?" At Harry's nod he bowed. "Pleased to meetchu. You are, ah, transgender as they say?" Harry nodded more slowly this time and backed up.

"Oh please, do not be afraid. I wanted to, ah, thank you for being so brave. You're a strong man 'Arry."

Harry's heart fluttered. "Th-thank you, Krum."

Viktor beamed and walked off, leaving Harry with a pink tint to his cheeks. Oh yeah, he was definitely very queer, especially for Viktor Krum.

III

Harry's heart was beating wildly, and not because of Viktor Krum this time. Harry Potter's name had just fluttered out of the Triwizard Cup, and everyone was staring. He could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on him, and started breathing shallowly. At the very least, he was thankful for it not being "Harriette" Potter. Harry's breathing didn't get any better while he waited in the room with all the other Triwizard nominees. Fluer was glaring at him intensely, and he focused on the floor beneath his feet, which felt like it could lurch from underneath him any second.

Suddenly, a warm hand was on his back, and one in front of him with three fingers held up. "'Arry, breathe with me okay? In, three, two, one."

Harry breathed in time with Viktor Krum's accented voice guiding him, and he felt calmer. Harry went red when he realized that he'd just been talked down from a panic attack in front of two other students. He felt even more embarrassed when he realized it was Viktor Krum that had talked him down. Harry continued to not look up as he muttered a thank you, but if he had he would of seen Viktor's soft and understanding smile. Viktor patted Harry's back before moving away.

Once Harry was permitted to go back to the common room, everyone was in full celebration mode. Harry tried to make it to his own room as quickly as possible, but it seemed like everyone wanted to talk to him. Harry could feel a panic attack creeping up, and his eyes darted about wildly. Harry flinched when two hand clamped down on his shoulders.

"Hey! Leave the poor boy alone for a few, will ya?" Harry recognized Fred's voice.

"Yeah, make room people! The man of the night needs some space!" George was also coming to his rescue.

Harry was led to his room, where he sat down on his bed and took deep breaths.

"We're real sorry mate, we just thought entering you in the tournament would cheer you up." Fred rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You seemed off, Harry."

Harry looked up at them and offered a weak smile. "Thanks guys. I think I'm just going to try and sleep."

The twins nodded and left the room quietly. Harry sighed and flopped back in his bed.

III

The tournament successfully distracted Harry from thoughts of his summer. He was simply consumed by it. That wasn't the only distracting thing. Viktor Krum distracted him plenty, and Harry spent most nights blowing off homework to discuss Viktor with Ron, much to Hermione's chagrin. Draco noticed Harry constantly mooning over Viktor, and it made Draco burn with jealousy. What's so special about Viktor anyways? Sure, he's handsome. And sure, he's a famous Quidditch player, but Draco's good looking too! And he's a decent Seeker as well. Draco just didn't understand, and it made him furious.

Finally, Draco saw the chance to get back at Potter, and took it. His chance went by the name of Rita Skeeter. The journalist practically drooled at the opportunity to spread a story about Harry being a queer. I mean gay and transgender? What a story. Unfortunately, when the story came out, it wasn't quite what Draco expected. After his owl delivered it to him in the great hall, he was met with a headline that read:

"Harry Potter And His Gay Love Triangle"

Accompanying the head line was a picture of Harry, Draco, and Viktor Krum. Draco's face very quickly heated up, and he read on.

"Draco became flushed in the cheeks when I asked about The Boy Who Lived. 'W-what do you want to know about him?' He squeaked out. Right away I could tell Draco fancied Harry Potter very much. I asked him what he could tell me about Harry, if Mr. Potter had any love interests. 'Oh I dunno, he seems to like Viktor Krum a lot. They're always talking, and Harry gets the cutest smile around him...' Draco Malfoy was bashful, but I could detect a hint of jealousy in his voice. Hogwarts seemed to be a popular school for queer students. As the interview continued Draco..."

Draco slammed the paper down, knocking over his pumpkin juice. That scheming little bitch! Draco was sure his cheeks were flaming, and plenty of students were looking at him and giggling, whispers traveling across the hall. Draco stormed out, head down.

III

"Harry, Harry I really think you should read this." Harry looked up as Hermione passed the newspaper to him, and Ron nearly choked when he saw the headline. Harry was bewildered. "But Draco hates me!" As he read he was astonished by how out of character Draco seemed to be, and turned violet at the quotes from Krum.

"'Arry? Ah yes, he's a very brave man, quite good looking too. So brave, yes." Harry Potter, The Luckiest Boy To Live. He has two handsome and charming men lusting after him. When I asked Harry if he knew about Draco or Viktor's crush's on him, he turned a delicate shade of pink.

"D-draco? And Krum? No, no I don't think either of them could like me." The poor boy was so coy. If he wasn't so young, perhaps I would crush on him too."

Harry was mortified. "I didn't say that! She only asked me what I thought of them! I said Malfoy hated me!" Harry could suddenly feel all the eyes on him and hear the whispers. He made a hasty retreat from the hall. This was all too much, way way too much. Harry kept his gaze firmly fixed on the round, and consequently didn't see Draco as he ran head first into him.

"Shit- I'm sorry I didn't mean to." Harry looked up and was met by Malfoy's intense gaze. He could feel a firm grip on his arms, keeping him steady.

"Potter." Was breathed out from his lips, Draco seemed almost mystified by Harry. There was none of the usual bite to his name when Draco said it, no scorn on his face.

"L-listen Malfoy did you read the Daily Prophet? That was a load of horse shit right? Right?"

Draco was snapped out of his daze. "Yes, of course. I would never say that stuff I...I don't like you. Not one bit. I'm straight as a rod."

Harry nodded. "Yeah that's what I thought." Disappointment settled in Harry's gut. So Viktor couldn't have said that stuff about Harry. He pulled away from Draco and dashed off, not wanting to deal with the day anymore. Draco watched him leave the whole time.

III

"Malfoy! Mr. Malfoy!" Draco snapped his gaze away from Harry's retreating form, and was met with the sight of Viktor Krum.

"Oh what do you want?" Draco seethed. The last thing he wanted to do was talk with the man Harry fancied.

"I read the interview. You like 'Arry too? Please, of you two do become lovers, treat him right. He deserves the best treatment."

Draco was taken aback. "What? No I- I don't like him one bit!"

Viktor smiled. "That is very good news! I intend to, ah, court him! So please, if you will, stay away from him."

Draco could only nod before Viktor walked away. What a shit show.

The second Triwizard trial passed by with little difficult, which Harry was beyond thankful for. This time, Harry wasn't worrying about the third trial. He was worrying about what he would wear to the Yule ball Dance. All of his dress robes made him look too feminine, despite Hermione and Ron insisting that he looked just fine. Harry was also stressing over the fact that he needed a date to the ball. He had no idea who to ask out. Perhaps Hermione would go with him, maybe even Ron.

Harry was considering the possibilities when Viktor Krum cornered him with a warm smile. "'Arry! How are you today? Good? Good. 'Ave you found anyone to go to the ball with you yet?"

Harry sighed and shook his head. "No Vik, I just dunno who to ask."

Viktor smiled widly. "Excellent! I was wondering if you would please accompany me to the ball? I would be greatly honored."

Harry looked shocked, and turned red. "I...I would love to Viktor." Viktor bowed, then picked up Harry's hand and kissed it.

"I look forward to our date 'Arry!" Viktor walked off, leaving Harry behind, astonished. Rita Skeeter was going to have a field day with this one.

III

Harry straightened his dress robes one last time and checked to make sure his chest still looked flat. He took a deep breath, and when he stepped out of the Gryffindor Common Room, Viktor was waiting for him. Krum held his arm out and Harry took it.

"You look very handsome, 'Arry." Harry, despite himself, blushed.

"Thank you Krum. You look good too! You, uh, always look good."

Viktor's chuckle was warm and comforting. "You're a sweet man, 'Arry."

"Um, Vik, I'm sorry if I step on your feet during the opening dance. I'm not very good..."

Viktor patted Harry's hand. "It's alright, 'Arry. Just follow my lead."

The ball went by in a rush, and Harry successfully stepped on Viktor's feet only a few times. The pair were subject to many jealous stares, but despite that Harry had a good time. Viktor took Harry out to the gardens and to a secluded bench towards the end of the night.

"Have you had fun 'Arry?" Harry nodded and leaned on Viktor.

"I've had a wonderful time, thank you."

Harry looked up at Viktor to find his face very close to his own.

"'Arry? Would you mind if I kissed you?" Viktor's voice was soft and comforting, and Harry nodded.

Harry's lips met Viktor's in a soft kiss, which soon deepened into more than just a chaste kiss. Harry's arms went around Viktor's neck and Krum rested his hands gently on Harry's hips. Despite Harry's inexperience it was wonderful, a magical kiss that seemed to last for hours. Viktor was gentle with him, and eventually rested his forehead against Harry's.

"Would you like me to walk you back to your room?"

Harry nodded, his cheeks tinted pink.

III

Outside of the common room, Harry and Viktor kissed one last time. "I'll see you tomorrow Vik."

Viktor smiled and blew a kiss as he walked away, which made Harry blush and giggle. When he stepped in the Common Room, Hermione and Ron looked at him expectantly.

"So mate, how'd it go with the hot shot?"

Harry grinned. "It was the best night of my life!"

Hermione hugged him. "Oh Harry, we're so glad to hear that! Luna says hello, by the way." Luna Lovegood had been Hermione's date, and Ron had gone alone, happy to just spend the ball with his friends. Harry spent that night gushing about Viktor, until they were all too tired and had to go to bed.

III

"Harry Potter and Viktor Krum Shag Behind the Bushes!"

Was the headline accompanying a moving photograph of Harry and Viktor snogging. Harry hid his face in his hands, bright red. "We didn't shag!" Ron claps Harry on the back.

"Oh come on man, it wouldn't exactly hurt to let everyone believe you shagged The Viktor Krum."

Harry groaned and shakes his head. On the other side of the hall, Draco was squeezing the newspaper as if he could choke is, furious. Its not like he was jealous or anything, but he couldn't stand seeing Harry's embarrassed face as Viktor blew a kiss at him from another table. Couldn't they get a room!?

Harry was more depressed than ever to see the end of the year come. Harry and Cedric had won the Triwizard Cup together, and Harry had been rewarded with a passionate kiss from Krum. He had never been happier, until now. Viktor and Harry had decided that they would stay in contact over the summer, but that they would see other people. Harry would miss everyone from Hogwarts intensely he knew.

Harry was morose on the train ride back home, despite Hermione and Ron's attempts at cheering him up. Even Luna and Neville tried, and Harry made attempts to laugh at their jokes, but it wasn't the same. This had been one of Harry's best years at Hogwarts. He's experienced his first relationship. It would make going back home hurt that much more.

Harry took a deep breath, and headed towards the Dursleys. This summer was going to be long and painful, he could tell.

Surprise! Harry and Krum got together instead of Hermione and Krum. I figured it would be a fun little twist! Sorry this came a day late, the Triwizard Tournament is my favorite and I had so much I wanted to add. Please leave a review and any suggestions for anything you wanna see in the future!