Author's Note: Now, by nature, I don't write/read/ship slash. It's not that I "don't" like it, I just don't "like" it. shrug I don't really 'pair', to be honest..(besides Harry/Hermione, which I kinda ship, because I believe it would work, personally...)but anyways! I realized I had never written anything remotely slash, and being the open-minded sort, I decided to give it a go. My friend Dee suggested trying Draco/Harry, since she loves that ship. She's given me some rantage on the whys and hows this could work, so I'm going to try and make it moderately believable.

And no, I'm not going to try smut. That's pushing it, Dee. ;)

"Potter!" growled the boy, his face set in a grim expression of petulance. Clenching his pale fists at his side, Draco Malfoy offered Harry Potter an icy glare that could have torn through dragon-hide.

Harry whirled around to offer a similar expression to his pale opponent, his emerald eyes shimmering with suppressed fury. "What is it, Malfoy? What do you want?" The ebony-haired boy's voice was riddled with irritation – he wasn't in the mood for this today.

Draco was nearly foaming at the mouth in his anger, and Harry's eyed widened; the flush-faced blond seemed liable to explode at any moment in a million shattered pieces of vehemence. These last few days had been torture for Harry – he hadn't been able to shake Draco for even a moment. Whatever it was that was so important to talk about, he didn't care. There was too much to do, too much to finish, too much to take his mind off whatever silly and meaningless drabble Draco wished to throw at him.

After a long moment of just silently staring at each other – in which neither moved a muscle, merely staring at each other with equally dark looks – Draco blinked his face into an expression of honest surprise. He hadn't honestly expected Harry to wait for him and actually listen to what he was going to say.

Draco tilted his head back slightly, and stepped closer to Harry, in order to phsyically prove his determination to say what had been preying on his mind; even if his nerves didn't believe it. "I want to talk to you."

"Well?! Have it out, then! I haven't got all day!" Harry tossed up his hands in an exasperated gesture – Draco had always been strange, but lately, he had been descending into ridiculous.

The Slytherin eyes shifted to lock on the small group that had been flocking around Harry, and Draco muttered, "I want to talk to you alone..." he looked up, anger stirring in his eyes, and spat, "If that isn't too difficult for someone with such avid fans as you, Potter."

Harry paused, his lips pursed, debating whether or not this would successfully rid him of Draco for a time. After a moment of contemplating, he waved off his friends and followed the sauntering Draco to a small, shadowed corner of the Hogwarts building. Once there, Harry stood uncertainly, watching Draco lean against one of the walls, his eyes hidden beneath the long eyelashes that worked as spidery curtains over his dark-colored orbs. Draco's breathing became more forced, as he struggled to keep it together. This had to come out, sooner or later. Just because he had never before gotten the guts to get Potter(the famous, brilliant, Harry Potter) alone, didn't mean he wasn't capable of telling the boy, straight-up, male-to-male.

Draco felt his palms beginning to sweat, and he wiped them off on his robes, murmuring, "This wasn't supposed to be so difficult.."

"What wasn't supposed to be difficult? Malfoy, if you've dragged me over here to sit here and watch you sulk, you've got --"

"Will you just shut up for one bloody minute?!" Draco spat, moving from his wall and taking a step towards Harry, "Just because you're entire world moves faster than a Nimbus, doesn't mean we all have to bear your stupid impatience!" Harry crossed his arms on his chest, but said nothing for the moment. Draco paced back and forth in front of him, and it made things particularly awkward for the both of them.

It was a long time before Draco spoke again, and it was just before Harry decided to speak up or simply walk away – he told himself he didn't have to deal with this. None of it. "Listen – Let's just theorize for a moment, okay? Let's say there's this...this girl...and she meets this boy...and.." Draco paused. Harry arched an eyebrow.

"You called me over here to tell me about some stupid crush you have on some random girl? Jeez, Malfoy, save it for someone who cares, okay? I don't want --"

"Augh!" Draco gripped Harry fiercely by the shoulders, pushing the taller boy against the nearby wall. As Draco spoke, his frantic voice rose to a pitiful pitch, his eyes filled with conflicted emotions. "That's not it! Well, it's not it exactly! You can't tell my dad, you got it? He would kill me! And's nothing, anyways...nothing, alright? Just..just go...okay?"

Harry froze, eyes wide behind his glasses, his entire body tense as Draco pinned him against the wall. Harry had noticed himself shooting up in height rapidly, but he hadn't been close enough to realize that Draco, too, had grown much since their first year at Hogwarts. Things had been different, then. Very...

"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there. "

"I think I can choose the wrong sort for myself, thanks. "

Harry was torn from his thoughts to find Draco staring at him in a very strange way. "What?" Harry murmured, distractedly.

There was a tense moment. Harry felt Draco's breath hot on his face, felt acutely aware of the thin(though strangely firm) hands that gripped into his arms uncomfortably. Draco's eyes were wide with fear and...and something else altogether. Suddenly, Draco released him, and Harry gently rubbed the sore spots at the edge of his shoulder blades. It took him a moment to realize what was reflected in Draco's eyes, but when it came to him, he then very quickly became frustrated – and perhaps frightened – of Draco Malfoy.

His next words were spat, as though a vile taste was in his mouth – which was true, "You're a freak, Malfoy. Just...stay away."

Draco looked up slowly, his eyes momentarily softened. The intense eyes were solemn and mournful, but he merely nodded in reply, as though he had only expected such an answer. Harry found his neck becoming quite hot, and his breathing came quite rapidly. He leapt forward to shove Draco backwards, and the boy offered no defense, allowing himself to be thrown against the cold stone. Darkness and denial swam before Harry's eyes, and he could only shake his head, and struggle to breathe. "Stay away from me, you got it?"

There was no movement from the boy, crumpled on the ground at Harry's feet. Several people walking by offered them both a strange look, but continued along their way. It was several minutes before either of them could gather enough control to move anymore, and by the time he could, Harry was beginning to worry that he had actually harmed the boy. Did I shove him too hard? He's not moving! I...but he...NO! This is sick!

Harry stormed off, his footsteps faltering at he continued to shake his head, feeling a strange urge to cry. His eyes were thankfully dry, though, and he found no release.

Draco, meanwhile, sat very still against the brick, his eyes glassy, his expression blank. Quietly, he whispered as if to himself, "It's not like I asked for this to happen..."

Neither boy saw each other for many days afterwards, thanks to the disgust of Harry Potter. To no one did he speak of what conspired between him and Draco in those long minutes in the shadows – not even to his closest friends, who remained utterly flummoxed. When they did meet again, it was through no wish for reconciliation on Harry's part; it was by the determination of Draco...

Meh. It's so-so. Not as difficult as I thought it would be. Decided to throw in more tension so Dee would be kept relatively interested. ;) Haha...anyways..I might write another part, if the Almighty Dee commands.