A/N: Here's the long-awaited (at least by me) and finally inspired, Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy fanfic. Yay! We all cheer! I say that a lot, don't I? Anyway, inspiration for this story came to me as I was watching Charmed. It wasn't anything about the plot of Charmed that made me think of it, it was merely the fact that I've been trying to think of ideas for an H/D fic for a while, and it finally came to me. I will be including some songs by Avril Lavigne, such as 'Naked'. Songs are in italics. I know the whole party thing has been done a million times, but I need it for this fic. I'll try to make it as original as possible though, okay? Now that I've blabbed on for long enough, time for the story! It's set at the beginning of Harry's sixth year, in the first week of school, on Friday night. I'm making him kind of sullen and angry in this fic, at least at the beginning, because that's how he acted in the fifth book, and I want to portray my characters as accurately as possible, because I think it makes it a better story, so you don't have to get all confused about why Draco's being nice, ect. I hate it when fanfic writers portray Draco as being all nice and cuddly, because that's just not who he is. Some stories I make an exception for, because they wouldn't work if he was mean. But if Malfoy just abruptly starts acting nice with no explanation at all for why, it upsets me. So if Malfoy will be nice in my story, I'm gonna give a damned good reason as to why. And I'm going to try as hard as I can to make sure that neither Harry nor Draco begins to act like girls, or like little kids. I dislike that too, especially the girl part, because it's just not slash if one of them is a girl. Oops, sorry, I guess I blabbed on for a bit longer than I needed to. Here's the fic! I won't talk anymore.
Harry stormed out of Gryffindor tower, leaving Hermione and Ron speechless behind him. He was so sick of everyone asking him how he was doing, if he needed anything, did he need too talk, if he was alright. Of course he wasn't alright! Sirius was dead! Something Harry was trying very hard to not think about. But how could he not think about it if every other second someone else was saying, "Are you okay Harry? It's alright if you want to talk about it." He was perfectly fine not talking about it, and every time he began to become just a little bit happier, and not constantly thinking about Sirius, some new person brought it up again, ripping off the timid scab that had begun to creep its way around the gaping hole in his heart.
Harry shoved open the doors to the grounds, not caring that it was ten o' clock at night and a teacher could come along at any moment and put him in detention for being out past curfew. He didn't care that the deadliest wizard in the world wanted to kill him, and could be lurking in the shadows of the Forbidden Forest. None of that mattered to him. All that mattered is that he gets away from the constant nagging of his 'friends' Ron and Hermione. Harry snorted to himself softly as he headed down to his favorite hiding place, a bush by the lake. Fine friends they were. Friends that hadn't bothered to tell him that they had been going out for the past two years. Friends that seemed to be doing everything in their power to make sure he didn't get over Sirius. Oh yeah, they were great friends. The only reason he even knew about their relationship was because he had walked in on them one day when they were practically doing it on Ron's bed.
Which brought up something else that had been bothering Harry. Obviously Ron and Hermione had been doing a lot sexually, so why hadn't he? He was sixteen, for crying out loud, and the most sexual thing he'd ever done was closed lips kissed Cho Chang, and that hadn't even been particularly pleasant. This gave him the nagging suspicion that something was wrong; very wrong with his attraction to girls, or rather lack thereof. Because the only girl he'd ever been mildly attracted to was Cho, and now he wasn't attracted to her at all, or any other girl. But perhaps he was overanalyzing this. He probably just wasn't attracted to girls because his grief over Sirius's death was still fresh in his mind, and that was all he could focus on.
Harry reached his bush and plopped down beside it, then, with a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, sneaked underneath a little opening in the bush. It was a very large bush, made of spiky thorns, so no one would ever think to go near it. It had a cavern-like space in the middle of it, and was a nice cozy place to go to when he needed to get away. He had cleaned all of the dead leaves and thorns out of the middle of it, and generally kept it tidy, but other then that left no indication that it was ever occupied. He preferred it that way, so there was nothing to remind him that there was an outside world at all.
"Lumos," he whispered, and a bright yellow light filled the bush, though fortunately was not seen from the outside. A gasp suddenly sounded from the corner of the bush, and somebody tried to make a quick getaway, but failed, since Harry was blocking the only entrance. Harry grabbed the person by the scruff of their neck, and was surprised at how light the other person was; how easy it was to pick them up. He squinted at the person, trying to see their face, but was unsuccessful, being blinded by the bright light of his spell.
"Who are you?" he said coldly. He did not appreciate someone else being in his hiding place; after all, he had come here to get away from people, not to be met up by others.
The person in his arms didn't respond, only struggled harder to get away from Harry. When Harry didn't release his grip, the other snarled, "Get off of me, Potter."
Harry was so shocked that he immediately let go Draco Malfoy like a hot potato. The second Malfoy was free of Harry's grip he stood up and pulled out his wand, pointing it right at Harry's heart.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Potter?" Malfoy spat furiously. "Or do you always greet people like that?"
Once Harry was over his initial shock he also stood up, fury blazing in his emerald eyes. "Me?" he shouted back. "You're the one who's squatting in my hiding place. And maybe I wouldn't have grabbed you if you hadn't tried to get away so fast."
"I didn't know that you wanted to be in an empty room that badly with me, Potter," Malfoy smirked.
"Screw you, Malfoy," Harry snapped. "What are doing here anyway?"
Malfoy's mask faltered for a moment, but not long enough for Harry to see beneath it. "Wouldn't you like to know." he sneered.
Harry then caught sight of something on Malfoy's face, something that stopped him dead in his tracks. "What's on your face?" he asked, bringing up a hand to touch Malfoy's cheek. Malfoy jerked away from the contact angrily.
"None of your business, Potter," he snarled. "Why do you care anyway?"
Harry stared at him for a few moments. Why did he care? Perhaps it was because he knew what the tell-tale bruise on Malfoy's cheekbone meant. Maybe it was because he had dealt with the same thing he was almost certain the bruise meant Malfoy had dealt with. Or maybe he was just slightly relieved to know that Malfoy was human, just like him, and they had something in common. What ever it was, it didn't make up for what he next said to Malfoy.
"Because my guardians beat me too."
Draco stared at Harry, completely confused. What? Harry Potter, an abused child? No, no that didn't fit at all with the fantasy life he'd imagined Potter having, in which Potter was the king of the house, a spoiled, pampered prince who'd always had everything he could ever need or want. All the love a child could ever need. But Draco couldn't let Potter see how much his words had rattled Draco.
Draco attempted to put on his usual sneer, though it probably came out looking more like a grimace. "What makes you so sure that's why I have a bruise on my cheek? You don't know me, Potter; for all you know I got this while tripping and falling down."
Potter frowned at Draco, and then asked, while searching Draco's face intently, "Is that what happened?"
For some reason, Draco just couldn't bring himself to lie to Potter. He was just so tired of having to hide himself from everyone, and couldn't give himself the strength to lie and say yes. Because even if he did, somehow he knew that Potter would see right through it.
I wake up in the morning
Put on my face
The one that's gonna get me
Through another day
It doesn't really matter
How I feel inside
This life is like a game sometimes
Then you came around me
The walls just disappeared
Nothing to surround me
To keep me from my fears
Since he couldn't bring himself to lie, instead he avoided Harry's eyes and said coldly, "Why does it even matter, Potter? Why do you care? We've been mortal enemies since the first day at Hogwarts. For God's sake, my father tried to kill you! Why are you still trying to be the hero?"
Harry (When did it become Harry?) reached out and lifted Draco's chin up until they were staring each other in the eye. Steely gray eyes met emerald green ones. "Because some things are more important than silly childish feuds.
"Saving your soul from eternal damnation."
Draco snorted, pulling away from Harry's hand. "Didn't know you were religious, Potter," he said, glancing down.
Harry smiled. "I'm not; at all."
Draco looked back up at Harry, a slight challenge in his eyes. "Did it ever occur to you that there are some things beyond saving? That some people are born cursed?"
Harry gave a smirk uncannily like Draco's. "I'm the boy who lived," he said, holding Draco's gaze. "If I can save the entire world from evil, I can do anything."
Draco wasn't entirely sure why he decided to tell Harry the truth; it probably had something to do with the fact that Harry had made him laugh, and for the first time since Draco had known Harry, including that time in Madam Malkin's store, he felt really comfortable around Harry.
"My mom did it," he said, once again looking anywhere nut Harry's face. "My dad used to hit me all the time when I was younger, but my mom never used to. Then, when my dad went to prison, she had to handle everything; the house, the finances, all things she'd never had to deal with when my dad was around. Couple that with something she caught me and a...friend of mine doing in my room, I guess she just couldn't handle it anymore. She slapped me a few times, and then, on the last day of the holidays, when I told her that I wasn't going to change, well, it just made her lose it. She hit me in several different places, hardest here, on my cheek. When I saw the bruises, I used all of my energy just to magically cover them up. I'm actually surprised that they've healed as much as they have."
"What was it she caught you doing?" asked Harry.
Draco eyed him for a few moments before smiling sadly. "I'm not going to tell you, because I've already said too much, and if I tell you, well, you wouldn't understand."
"What makes you so sure?" Harry said, frowning.
"I'm not," said Draco, and his face showed signs of great weariness. "But I don't want to risk you telling the whole school. Be happy I've told you as much as I have. It's odd," he said suddenly, frowning. "I've never opened up this much to anyone before, not even to my closest friends, like Pansy and Blaise. What is it about you, Potter, that makes me want to spill my innermost secrets to you?"
See how I've opened up
Oh, you've made me trust
Cuz' I've never felt like this before
I'm Naked around you
Does it show?
And you see right through me
And I can't hide
I'm Naked around you
And it feels so right
Harry shrugged, suddenly remembering that he had come down here to get some peace and quiet. However, he didn't really mind that he had run into Malfoy. "Maybe you just have problems trusting people, but since I'm your worst enemy, its easy for you to tell me these things."
"Huh?" Malfoy said, looking confused.
Harry shrugged. "I can't explain it in a way that'll make since, but just trust me. Maybe it will make sense some day."
Malfoy nodded, still looking slightly bemused. "I'll keep it in mind Potter, thanks. Now that you've helped me, do you want to go to a party?"
A/N: Hee hee, I've kept you waiting for the slash, but don't worry, it'll come next chapter or the chapter after, I haven't decided yet. For now, Harry and Draco are just becoming friends, or at least starting to.
Harry couldn't hear properly over the loud music, he leaned closer to Draco and said, "What?"
Draco pulled him away from the loud noises and said, swaying slightly drunkenly, "I like you Harry," and with that pulled Harry close and kissed him hard.
A/N continued: Maybe that's a bit mean, but I'm going to keep the teaser like that because it's fun. If you don't want a teaser just leave it in the review and I'll consider not giving one if enough people don't like it. Please read and review; tell me if this story is good enough for a second chapter. I'll respond to reviews in late chapters, and you get cupcakes if you review. Yay! Don't we all like cupcakes? If I get five reviews from people telling me they liked it then I'll keep going. Adios!