Disclaimer: I don't own HP. If I did, Harry and Draco would be together, duh!

My first HP fic. Don't kill me.

Italics: thought

Chapter 1: A Change

Harry Potter sighed, laying down on the spare bed at the Weasleys' home. He slid his eyes shut, returning to his nervous state of mind. Tomorrow, he headed to Hogwarts on that familiar crimson train. His seventh year. Another year in which he had to sit and sneer back at the one who'd unknowingly stolen his heart.

He rolled over and stuffed his face in his pillow as the name and face pasted themselves in his head. Draco Luscious Malfoy...

He smiled to himself at the thought of pinning the boy to the ground in a kiss that held all his emotions, if that was even possible. He felt a shudder shoot down his spine at the thought of him returning the kiss with the same firey passion. He felt himself begin to harden. He sighed and stopped thinking about the blonde before Ron entered the room and given him the look of the akward.

No less than a few moments later, Ron did walk into the room with his other best friend, Hermione Granger. And-- Harry gulped-- his ex, Ginny Weasley. He still felt bad about using her for his facade...

Yes, he'd used her. He'd used her to make everyone think he liked girls, even though it was still assumed. They were all wrong, but they didn't know that; and Ginny was part of the act kept them unknowing of his secret.

"Something wrong, Harry?" Hermione's voice asked, calling him back to the present. He turned his head to look at her.

"No, it's nothing," he responded with a weak, fake smile. Hermione's worried gaze told him she didn't buy it, but the others seemed to.

"Excited about tomorrow?" Ron asked, plomping down on his own bed. Harry stuffed his face back in the pillow, the depressed expression returning to his face.

"Yeah," he murmered. Hermione could see something wrong, but Harry didn't notice.

She sat next to him on the bed. "Harry...please tell us what's wrong..." she requested in barely over a whisper. Harry sighed and shook his head. Ron and Ginny began to stare at the two. Hermione placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Will you tell me...?" Harry hesitated. Ron scowled.

"I guess..." Harry muttered, even more nervous now. Hermione looked at Ron and Ginny pleadingly. I'll tell you later, she mouthed to Ron. Ron grunted and exitted, following Ginny.

Harry rolled over, tears streaming down his face now, for he'd been thinking of the blonde Slytherin's intense hate for him. Hermione hugged him. "You can tell me, Harry..."

Harry told her everything, starting from when he'd first started having feelings for Draco, and ending with how nervous he was to return to school. Hermione listened to the long story, her head on Harry's chest as she brushed the tears off his cheeks, without a single interruption or, to Harry's surprise, disgusted expression.

"I love him, Hermione..." Harry finished with a sob. Hermione sat up as more sobs escaped him and pulled him close to her. He burried his face in the joint between her shoulder and chest and cried. Hermione rocked him gently, back and forth, cradling him like a mother comforting her child.

Nearly thiry minutes later, Harry pulled away from her with a small sniff. He wiped his red eyes and hugged her. "Thanks, Hermoine..." She smiled and nodded.

"It'll be okay, Harry... He can't hate you forever..." she comforted, feeling bad about being slightly blunt. But Harry smiled none-the-less at her.

"Thanks," he said, his voice stronger.

"No problem," Hermoine responded happily.

There was a bang on the door. "C'mon, you guys!" Ron's voice called. "Mum says we gotta go to bed!" Hermoine and Harry shared one last hug before she left and Ron entered with full intent on talking to Harry.

However, as Ron walked in, he realized Harry was already asleep. He sighed and crawled into his own bed after turning off the light.

Harry was only pretending to be asleep. He didn't want to talk to Ron about his feelings, knowing how he'd react. I love Draco, Ron. I can't help it. I love him more than life itself... I don't know what it is about him, I just love him more than I thought possible. He rolled over and smiled confidently. This year...this year I'll tell him... He smiled wider. This year, things will change.

Alright, not the longest chapter in the world, but it gets better. I think. o.O Reviews appreciated.

Next Chapter: Nerve Racked

Draco gets a hold of Harry's journal. Will he discover Harry's secret? And if he does, how will he react?