"He won't speak to me," Harry said softly. He looked across the room at Dumbledore, before looking around the room at the other students who were gathered. The twins were there, and some boys Harry hadn't known before he started to seek out the GSA a few weeks ago. It was when he realized he had feelings for Draco Malfoy and when he admitted he was gay that he decided he needed someone to talk to.
Ron would be surprised to know the rumor about Dumbledore was true, probably even more surprised that the aging man ran the GSA; Harry had been uncomfortable talking to Dumbledore about his problems at first, but it was very easy to think of the man like an older uncle or something.
"He knows something is wrong and he knows I won't trust him . . . but he has no idea why!" Harry felt close to tears. "If he knew I came here, then I'm sure he'd put two and two together, but I doubt he'd take it well."
"You've changed him, Harry," Fred said, sounding very serious for once.
Harry had been surprised when he came to these meetings and met the twins here, even more surprised when they followed the rules and didn't tell anyone about the meetings.
"Yeah," George agreed, "I mean he looks more normal. He doesn't snap as much. Before the misunderstanding, when the two of you were still talking, Draco even smiled at you. Heck, I think he smiled at me once! Smiled, Harry!" George grinned.
"That has got to mean something," Fred said.
"I'm not so sure . . . I mean, sure we became friends sort of, but the way I feel is much more than that, and . . ."
"Look, I just suggest you snog the heck out of him," another boy suggested. "I'm sure he'll take the hint then. If he doesn't hit you, then you're golden."
"Now now boys," Dumbledore spoke up. "You can't come onto a boy like Draco that way. I admit when I saw the two of you together, I thought there was something more to your relationship."
Harry's eyes widened. The headmaster thought that! How freakish. Did he make up silly stories about his students or had he been so transparent that anyone but himself and Draco could see it?
"Maybe he feels the same, maybe not, but one thing I'm sure . . . that kid cares about you," Dumbledore went on.
"Even when the two of you were bickering all the time, I got the impression that you were an old married couple," someone joked, "even from the beginning, something was there."
With a sigh, Harry stood up. "I'll think about telling him, but . ." He let his words trail off, turning and leaving the room. How would he tell Draco? Three weeks had passed since they had a real conversation; Draco was completely ignoring him, hurt that Harry wouldn't tell him what was bothering him. It was awkward to say the least, especially since they lived together.
One thing hadn't changed though; Every morning Harry told Draco good morning, only to get his heart broken when Draco gave him a betrayed look in response. With a sigh, Harry walked into his and Draco's room. He looked around, but the blonde wasn't there. Feeling as if he were close to breaking down, Harry collapsed onto his bed. He buried his face in his pillow. "I'm sorry," he whispered to the empty room, before he felt the dam burst, tear after tear leaking from his eyes, until he was quietly sobbing into his pillow.
"You're sorry about what?" Draco asked softly as he walked into the room.
Harry was so startled that he gasped, spinning around so fast on the bed that he lost his balance and fell on the floor, a heap of limbs, his blanket wrapped around his legs. That was the first full sentence Draco had spoken to him in three weeks. Harry stared at Draco, his eyes wide as if he had just been caught doing something wrong. He blushed, franticly wiping at his face, but it was too late, Draco had seen the tears.
With a determined look on his face, Draco walked over to Harry. He grabbed the brunette's hands and pulled up off the floor. Not letting go of his hands, he instead held them tightly. "Are you going to tell me now?" Draco asked. His voice sounded pained.
"Whatever is bothering you now has you in tears. I don't like it. I don't like . . . not talking. Before I would have thought it perfect, but not anymore... Talk to me, Harry. You listened to me, it's my turn to listen to you." Draco leaned forward, lowering his head, he pressed his forehead against Harry's shoulder.
Harry started to shake, really surprised by the way Draco was acting. "Draco . . . I missed talking to you, I even missed it when you snapped at me or told me to go to hell." Harry pulled his hands away from Draco's and then put them on the blonde's shoulders. "I meant it when I said I didn't know how to tell you what's bothering me, but I want to tell you."
"Then just tell me," Draco urged. "Just close your eyes and tell me what's in that stubborn head of yours." Draco pulled away from Harry, staring into his green eyes. "If you don't tell me soon, I swear I'm going to explode. Whether I wanted it or not in the beginning, you. are. my. friend," he said slowly, his cheeks red from embarrassment.
Despite his tears, and how he felt, Harry couldn't help smiling. Draco saw him as a friend. Harry felt fear swirling around in his stomach though at the thought of Draco hating him as soon as he found out the truth. Then they'd be back at square one for real this time.
"All right," Harry squeezed his eyes shut, "Draco, the thing that has been bothering me is that . . . " He gasped and then blurted, "I am g-gay." He pulled away from Draco, turning away from him, not daring to look into his eyes.
The blonde blinked a few times before he smacked Harry over the head. "That's it? You had me so scared. I thought maybe you were like sick or someone was hurting you, Harry! Who cares if you're gay! It's natural."
"Ouch!" Harry yelled, startled when Draco hit him, though he was even more startled by Draco's words.
"The next time you hit me it might be for another reason because I wasn't finished," Harry said louder than he meant to. He turned to face Draco, his eyes almost wild. "Why do you think I've been acting so weird lately? You said it yourself, everything I said to you sounded like a pickup line, well guess what, Draco . . ."
Harry lowered his eyes to the floor. "I do think you're beautiful, hot even, damn sexy, even your bratty attitude gets under my skin. I didn't know it at first, but the reason I was so determined to stay by your side was because . . . I liked you so much and I couldn't see it, but when I realized it . . ." Harry shook his head, "I didn't know what to do. I was scared you really would hate me like you did at first!"
Draco stared at Harry with wide eyes, his mouth was hanging open, and his cheeks were scarlet. He tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come. The blonde held up a finger, signaling for Harry to give him a moment, because he couldn't speak. Draco walked over to his bed and sat down, looking down at his hands, they were shaking.
The brunette watched Draco anxiously, worrying that he had just traumatized him for life or something.
"D-Draco?" Harry whispered. "I'm sorry, don't hate me."
"I'd be a right hypocrite if I hated you, Harry," Draco finally managed to say. His voice was very shaky; he sounded close to tears. "You really . . well, you like me like that?" He whispered.
"Yes."
"So you'd want to be with me then?"
"Yes, Draco."
"I thought after my parents nobody would ever care for me again," Draco said softly, seeming shocked that he had been wrong, and he also seemed . . . overwhelmed with thankfulness. Though Harry knew that he could only think Draco was acting this way because of wishful thinking.
Seeing as Draco hadn't blown up at him, Harry took his chances and walked over to Draco's bed and sat down next to him. Harry nibbled his lower lip, weighing his options. Either he tried to comfort Draco and the blonde pushed him away or he allowed it.
Deciding that his desire to comfort Draco was too strong to ignore, Harry put a hand over the blonde's. "I care about you, Draco. No matter how you feel about me, I won't stop caring about you."
Glancing at Harry, Draco tried to say something, but his words were stuck in the back of his throat; as soon as he opened his mouth, he was mortified when a sob escaped instead.
"Why are you crying?" Harry asked. He was startled when the blonde curled against his side, but he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around him. "Draco, I didn't mean to upset you. We can still be friends, right? Even if you don't want that kind of relationship, as long as you let me be your friend . . . I won't ever try anything, I promise. Stop crying."
"Y-you're stupid, that isn't why I'm crying," Draco said as he clung to Harry. "You... you say such wonderful things, like things a person only hears in a fairytale. I-I was so, so hateful toward you, Harry, I'm still not the greatest person sometimes, especially in the morning, yet you . . . Are you even real?" Draco whispered.
"I'm real," Harry said softly. He placed a hand on Draco's pale cheek, gently brushing away tears.
Pulling slightly away from Harry, Draco used his sleeve to wipe at his face, trying to regain his composure. The blonde gave Harry a sideways glance, really staring at Harry hard enough to make the brunette blush.
"You can kiss me," Draco said in barely a whisper.
"W-what?" Harry stuttered, his eyes going wide.
"You want to, don't you?"
"That's besides the point; what about what you want? Do you . . . I mean . . . I'm not just going to kiss you because you feel obligated to please me."
"I don't!" Draco yelled. "I gah . . . I'm trying to say I want to be with you too, damn it," Draco flushed, "I hate being embarrassed, stop smirking, it isn't funny. Stop laughing Harry."
"I can't help it," Harry laughed, "You're so cute Draco, and you don't even know how you just made me feel. Are you even gay, Draco?"
The blonde shrugged. "I don't know, does it matter? I like being near you, and I want to . . . well I want to give this a chance, because . . . dang it, you make me feel loved again. Stop doing things to make me embarrassed."
"I can't help it," Harry chuckled. "It comes naturally and you do blush too easily, Draco. Like right now . . . Are you sure you know what you're getting into? I seriously like you, Draco. I'm not just talking about romantic feelings, I mean the whole nine yards…You know what I mean, right? Can you see me that way?"
Draco glared at Harry, annoyed that he'd ask such a question. "Y-yes, I wouldn't agree to be with you otherwise, duh! Shut up and kiss me unless you've lost your nerve," Draco said, trying to pretend he wasn't flustered.
"You have such a way with words," Harry whispered. "Be still my beating heart," the brunette teased. He cupped Draco's chin and after a moment's hesitation, he pressed his lips to the Draco's. Fireworks exploded, or at least it felt that way.
When they pulled back for air, Harry was giving him a goofy smile. "Where did you learn to kiss? Gods, you're amazing!"
The blonde's eyes widened. Draco grabbed his pillow and playfully smacked Harry over the head. "I said I'd be with you, I didn't say I'd put up with your pervertedness. You are a pervert."
"Give me a break, that was my first kiss with a blonde sex God."
Draco groaned. "Are you going to tease me for the rest of our lives now?"
Harry became serious, hearing Draco say that. "If you allow me to stay for that long."
Draco hit Harry over the head again with the pillow. "We'll see about that," he said, now grinning. "You have just asked me out . . . or sorta, don't start with the wedding plans just yet!"
Harry grabbed the pillow away from him. "Stop hitting me, Draco. It's only cute so many times until it gets annoying," he teased, with a wink.
"You're lying, I'm not annoying you."
"No, I just prefer you do something other than hitting me with a pillow."
"I break up!" Draco covered his ears.
"Wow, who would have known you'd be so shy."
Draco glared.
"Forgive me. I think it's cute."
The blonde's glare grew, before he leaned over, kissing Harry suddenly on the lips. "Guess what I have some surprises up my sleeve, too," Draco said, delighting that he had shut Harry up.
"So we're back together?" Harry asked, giving the blushing covering Draco's cheeks an amused, yet pleased look.
"I'm thinking about it," Draco murmured. "You are a very hormonal teenage pervert."
"I'm cursed, don't hold it against me."
Leaning over, Draco smiled slightly when Harry put his arms around him. "Okay I take back the break up, but you're on probation."
"How mean."
"So, I want you to meet my mum," Harry mused, startling Draco into giving him a surprised look.
"Harry, we just started to go out, slow down!" Draco grumbled, blushing from ear to ear.
"No, I know that, but . . . I have a reason," the brunette laughed. "Will you meet her? It won't be anytime soon, but will you?"
The blonde bit his lower lip, before nodding. "Yeah, but aren't you scared she will freak out on you?"
"My mum is cool, well cool for a mother type person. I gave her a hard time for sending me away, long story short, I made a joke that if she sent me to an all boy's school some dude would seduce me and I'd never get a girlfriend." Harry smirked. "Little did I know I was right."
Draco's eyes went wide. "You seduced me, Harry. Now you've got something better than a girlfriend, you have me. Oh..." Draco suddenly flushed. "This means we're boyfriends."
Harry laughed, "Yeah, that's right, unless you only wanted to be friends with benefits."
"What kind of guy do you think I am?" Draco pouted. "If I wanted that then I could have easily already had that. You know the rumors the guys spread about me. I have been hit on before..." Draco shuddered.
"Then we're boyfriends in that case. If I see anyone hitting on you, well, I might hit on them," The brunette held up his hands to get his point across.
"I have a feeling I'm going to be a little possessive of you, Draco." Harry just had an overwhelming instinctive feeling to protect him. It felt as if they were made to be together. Now that everything was worked out, more or less, Harry had an easier time understanding his feelings. He was very curious about Draco's feelings, though. Draco hadn't exactly said he felt the same way, but he had agreed to be together.
Harry was okay with that; he understood Draco didn't express himself very well.
With a smile that even rivaled an angel, Draco gently pushed Harry back on the bed. Hovering over him, he tapped him on the forehead. "Now that we have this all out of the way, don't you think we should get some sleep? We have our whole lives ahead of us to be together."
"I thought I was on probation?" Harry said with a laugh that sounded close to a giggle. "I thought you didn't want to go so fast?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Shut up. Have I ever told you that you talk too much? Maybe for once, I want to admit something. Maybe for once, I want to admit maybe I found what I needed in you. Maybe I want us to be together forever." The blonde smirked at Harry's blush.
"Now promise me one thing, Harry."
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"That no matter what you will always be by my side," Draco said with a flush. He hated feeling so dependent, but Harry made him feel helpless without him.
"I didn't know you were so mushy."
"Promise Harry!" Draco demanded.
"Of course, I promise."
That night it was very easy for Harry to fall asleep. He had everything he wanted, a blonde in his arms, wonderful loving parents, a good family, minus the Dursley's of course, and a bright future ahead of him.
Little did he know, life really wasn't a fairytale.