Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, J.K. Rowling does.

Warning: This story involves some homosexuality. As in guy and guy together! If you don’t like it, then please don’t read.

~Chapter One: Surprising News~

            “Harry, Ron,” Hermione said, looking uneasy.

            Harry looked up from his game of chess with Ron and immediately noticed the uncomfortable expression of her face.

            “What’s wrong?” he asked.

            “I need to talk to you and Ron about something personal,” she said, looking at them with worried eyes.

            Harry and Ron looked at each other and shrugged, but nonetheless, went over to sit at the couch, facing Hermione.

“Well, how should I say this?” she asked, mostly to herself. She looked up. “I...”

            “Yes?” Ron asked.

            “I have a boyfriend.”

            The silence was deafening and Hermione was looking at their expressions. Harry and Ron looked shocked, but then they suddenly looked happy.

            “Hermione, that’s great!” Harry said. “I don’t see why you were so worried.”

            “Yeah, I don’t see why you were so bothered with the fact that you have a boyfriend,” Ron said, and then he suddenly looked like he was thinking. “In fact, I have something to tell you guys, too.”

            Hermione held up a hand to stop Ron from saying whatever he had to say. “No, let me finish,” she said. “You don’t know who my boyfriend is.”

            Harry and Ron exchanged glances and looked back at Hermione.

            Harry gave her a calculating look. “Your boyfriend is a Slytherin,” he guessed.

            Hermione gasped. “How did you know?”

            Harry shrugged. “You look worried about telling me who he is. And you’re looking as if you’re wondering if we’re going to approve or not and nothing is much worse than a Slytherin, or so you think.”

            Hermione sat there with her mouth open. “How did you know?”

            “Hermione, I’ve known you and Ron for more than four years now, do you think I honestly don’t know my friends better now?” he asked.

            She smiled. “I guess.”

            “Come on, Hermione! Who is this mysterious person? And please tell me it’s not Snape,” Ron said, scrunching up his nose in disgust.

            “Ron!” she said, laughing, and then she stopped and bit her bottom lip. “It’s Blaise Zabini.”

            They stared at her for a while and then smiled reassuringly at her worried face.

            “You guys aren’t mad?” she asked.

            “Of course not, Hermione! You’re our best friend and we’ll accept anything you do,” Harry said, and then he winked. “Good taste.”

            Hermione blushed. “Harry!”

            “What?” he asked innocently. “I’m only saying the truth.”

            Hermione giggled and then she suddenly stopped and stared at Harry. “Harry – are you saying that you’re – you’re – you’re gay?”

            Harry shook his head. “I’m more of a bisexual type. I mean, I did have a crush on Cho before...”

            Hermione smiled and then looked at Ron that was looking a bit pale.

            “What’s wrong, Ron?” Harry asked, and then he suddenly grew worried. “You don’t approve of me being a bisexual, do you?”

            “No, no,” Ron said. “It’s not that. It’s just that... I’m scared that you might have like a major crush on me for all I know.”

            Harry chuckled. “Don’t worry, Ron. You’re not my type.”

            Ron looked relieved. “Thank God.”

            And then Hermione remembered something and looked over at Ron. “Oh, yes, Ron. You wanted to tell us something, too?”

            Ron blushed and then nodded. “I... I have a girlfriend, too.”

            They both looked at him in a kind of a shocked way.

            “Who is it?” Harry asked, grinning.

            He lowered his eyes. “Pansy Parkinson.”

            Hermione and Harry glanced at each other.

            “I always thought that you hated Pansy!” Hermione exclaimed. “You kept on saying how she was annoying and all that.”

            Ron smiled. “I know, it’s just that, one day we bumped into each other and we just kind of talked things out. She’s not who I thought she was.”

            “Oh, I see. Did you guys... you know?” he asked, giving Ron a playful grin.

            Ron’s ears tinted red and he shook his head hastily. “No, no! We want to take things slow,” he said, his neck suddenly turning red.

            “Whatever you say...” Harry teased.

            After a few moments of silent of thinking, Hermione finally turned to Harry and Ron, looking serious.

            “Okay, I know you guys might not agree, but me and Blaise has been thinking about this for quite a while,” she said. “We want you to be more civil to his best friends.”

            “What!?” Harry shouted.

            Ron thought for a while. “I think it’s a good idea. Pansy and I have thought of the same thing. We should be more civil to each other.”

            “I’m proud of you, Ron,” Hermione said, smiling. And then she turned to Harry, who was looking a bit shocked. “Harry? Please, for your friends?”

Harry bit his bottom lip. Right. For his friends. “Being civil to Draco Malfoy? That’s going to take more than just taking hell over.”

            “What!?” Draco shouted. “Be civil to Harry Potter?”

            Blaise nodded. “Come on, Draco. You can’t remain enemies anymore. There’s just no point to it. The war is over and there are no more death eaters. Voldemort has been defeated and we’re free now. Just because your father used to hate him, doesn’t meant that you have to, too.”

            “But – but Blaise! Potter has been cruel to me ever since the first day I met him!” he exclaimed.

            “Come on, Draco. Stop acting like a child. It’s time you guys act like adults, because we’re about to graduate. I want you to be nicer to Harry and not let those insults roll off your tongue every time you see him,” he instructed.

            “But - Blaise!”

            Blaise held up a hand. “If you’re my friend, then you’d understand. It’s either me or be nicer to Harry. What do you have against him?”

            Draco bit his bottom lip. He didn’t exactly have anything against that Potter; it’s just that he’s so jealous of him and his fame...

            “Fine. But really, Blaise... Granger... a mud –”

            “Don’t call her that,” Blaise warned, glaring at him.

            Draco sighed. “I can’t believe this!”

            Pansy suddenly bounced into the room. “Guess what, Draco? Guess what, Blaise?”

            “What is it, Pansy?” Draco asked, rubbing at his eyes tiredly.

“I’ve got a boyfriend!”

            “And who is this boyfriend?” Draco asked, surprised.

            “Ron Weasley.”

            Draco stared at her. “Run that by me again.”

            “Ron Weasley.”

            “I heard you correctly, right? You said ‘Ron Weasley’?”

            Pansy nodded. “You approve, don’t you, Draco?”

            Draco glanced at Blaise before sighing. “I approve.”

            She squealed. “Thanks, Drakkie! But, there’s something else...”

            “What else is there? Don’t tell me you’re pregnant already.”

            Pansy blushed and hit his arm playfully. “Of course not! We want to take things slow. It’s just that me and Ron has been talking lately, and we’ve decided that you and Harry needs to be more civil to each other –”

            “Not you too!” Draco yelled, clearly frustrated.

            Pansy cocked her head to one side, confused. “What?”

            The next day, Draco, Blaise and Pansy decided to go to the Gryffindor house to escort the Gryffindor Trio to breakfast. Draco strongly protested, but after a good lecturing from Blaise, he stayed silent.

            They walked up to the Fat Lady portrait and Blaise knocked on it.

            “Stop touching me!” the Fat Lady shrieked, covering up her body.

            Blaise blushed and muttered a quick ‘sorry’ to her for trying to molest her body.

The portrait opened and there stood a very happy looking Hermione and Ron, and a very irritated-looking Harry.

            The expression on Harry and Draco’s face were the same. They both knew that it was going to be hard not insulting each other like they usually did.

             Blaise held out an arm for Hermione and take, which she gratefully took. And Ron did the same to Pansy. Draco and Harry only eyed each other wearily.

            “Hello, Potter,” Draco drawled.

            “Malfoy.”

            “Draco, be nice,” Blaise said, nudging Draco.

            Draco looked at him disbelievingly. “Be nice? BE NICE? I already am nice! I didn’t even say anything to him except ‘Hello, Potter.’! What else do you think I should say? ‘Oh, Potter, please let me bow before you and kiss your shoes, I want to worship you!’” he said sarcastically, fuming.

            Blaise chuckled and Harry looked ready to kill. Blaise quickly pulled Draco to one side.

            “How about a ‘Hello, Harry, how are you doing today?’” he suggested. “You have to call him Harry from now on. It’s the first step in being friends.”

            “FRIENDS?” Draco shouted.

             Harry’s eyes blazed as Hermione whispered the same to Harry.

            “FRIENDS?” he bellowed. “Be friends with Malfoy!? This wasn’t the deal! You just said that we had to be nicer to each other!”

            Hermione looked at Harry sternly. “Harry, you’re not acting like yourself at all. Whatever happened to giving people second chances? Why doesn’t Draco deserve a second chance?” she asked.

            She could be a very good lawyer, Harry thought in bewilderment. But damn... she’s right. I’m being unfair.

            Hermione looked quite happy with herself, noticing how Harry’s expression was giving in. “See? Now, I want you two to start over and start calling each other by your first names,” she demanded.

            “Good job, honey,” Blaise said, kissing her cheek.

            Hermione blushed and kissed him back.

            “I can’t believe this!” Harry and Draco huffed in unison. They glared at each other until Ron cleared his throat.

            “I will not call you ferret from now on, only if you agree not to call me weasel anymore,” he said.

            Blaise gave Draco a look and he sighed. “Fine, Ron.”

            “Oh, Ronnie! I’m so proud of you!” Pansy squealed, and she pecked Ron on the cheek. Ron blushed and kissed her back.

            Harry and Draco rolled their eyes.

            Draco studied Harry up and down, who was running a hand through his unruly black hair.

Hmm... Not bad... not bad at all, he thought, and then he mentally slapped himself for checking Harry Potter out.

Ah... what the heck. I’m gay anyways, where’s the harm in checking your former arch-rival out?

            He continued to study Harry up and down until Blaise nudged him. He turned to glare at him, seeing a playful and teasing grin on Blaise’s face.

            “Good stuff, huh?” Blaise asked.

            He forced himself not to blush and smirked. “Not half as good as me,” he commented.

            “You’re too full of yourself, Draco,” Blaise said, rolling his eyes.

            “I know,” Draco said, smirking. He turned his attention back to Harry, who was leaning back against the wall, waiting for all this fuzzy affection performance to end.

            If he didn’t know better, he thought that that gesture looked very sexy. He shook his head and held out a hand.

            Harry looked down at it questionly.

            “Hello, Harry,” Draco said, trying to not sound sarcastic. “My name is Draco Malfoy, nice to meet you.”

            Surprisingly, Harry chuckled, but didn’t shake his hand. “Hello, Draco. I wouldn’t get too friendly with me so fast,” he said. “I mean, after all, you have to earn my trust, friendship, and loyalty.”

            Draco narrowed his eyes and withdrew his hand, scowling. “Well, Harry, then the same goes for you,” he said.

            “Fine.”

This is going to take a lot of work, Harry thought.

            Draco was thinking the same thing.

~TBC~

A/N: Was it okay? I didn’t think I’d actually write this story at first. But please review.