Chapter 1: The Truth
A/N: Well I noticed that I hadn't written a Harry Potter Fic yet and decided that I needed to correct that mishap so...here it is! I hope you all enjoy!
Harry was on his way to the Gryffindor common room from Quidditch practice. Practice hadn't gone too well. He couldn't seem to focus today, or the past few days for that matter. He didn't understand why. He wasn't stressed about classes; his friends were doing great and being supportive. But something was nagging him in the back of his mind and then the light bulb in his head clicked on. Ron and Hermione had been spending time with Malfoy for some odd reason. What could he possibly want from them? Harry thought as he made it to the portrait of the Fat Lady. He almost walked right into the Fat Lady due to his distracting train of thought.
"Excuse me Mr. Potter, but I would very much like to keep my portrait to myself and intact." Her voice throughout the corridor and brought Harry back to reality.
"So very sorry….um….Windo Felixium." Harry spoke the password with much effort to remember and once the Fat Lady swung open he returned to his previous thoughts. Why Hermione and Ron putting up with Malfoy is a much better question. I really need to find out what is going on with them and immediately! Harry stopped in his tracks as he looked around the common room as his eyes landed on Ron and Hermione sitting with the very person that had made Harry's life a living hell for the past five years. Hermione and Ron went quiet and after noticing their uncomfortable posture Draco looked up at the person who had caught their attention. Draco flashed Harry a smile and gestured for him to join them. Harry seemed to ignore him and made his way to the stairs, determined to go to his bed and pretend that he had not just seen his nemesis with his best friends. Halfway up the stairs he heard a set of feet following him and he turned around to find Ron staring at him as they went in the boy's dormitory. Once they were safely inside and Harry noticed that they were alone he turned sharply and spoke.
"What the bloody hell is going on down there?" Ron shrugged.
"What are you talking about Harry?"
"I'm talking about the bloody snake that is sitting in our common room that you and your girlfriend happen to be spending a lot of time with lately. Care to explain what in Merlin's name is going on?" Harry placed his hands on his hips and waited impatiently for Ron to answer. Ron looked down to see Harry's foot tapping quite vigorously and decided that now was not the time for jokes.
"He has a secret and Hermione and I are trying to help him." Harry's jaw dropped.
"Help him….help him! Why are you trying to help him?"
"Because he came to us and asked for our assistance that's why. We Gryffindor's never turn away from a person in need." Ron sat down on his bed. He refused to allow Harry to treat him like a criminal for helping someone who was in need.
"Help him with what might I ask?" Harry asked, irritation lacing every word.
"With you." Ron looked away as he said this only returning his gaze to Harry when he could no longer hear the tapping of the other boy's foot. Harry wore an expression of complete shock. He couldn't understand what was going on or why but he knew that he didn't like it. His friends were giving Draco information about him without his knowledge or any good reason. What are they thinking? Wait they aren't thinking that in the problem. They have completely lost their bloody minds, both of them. "Harry?" Ron called to the other boy with caution not wanting to upset the wizard in any way.
"What do you mean 'with me'?" Harry looked at the floor long enough to regain his composure before he made eye contact with Ron.
"He fancies you." Ron gauged Harry's reaction before deciding to continue. "He has been pining for you for the longest mate. Honestly he has been trying to get your attention since second year. You were just filled with too much hatred to notice. But I will tell him to leave and Hermione and I will not bother you about it anymore if that is what you wish." Ron stood and made his way to the door. "But maybe you really should think about what I have said. Because little do you know mate, and I know that you don't want to hear this, you seem to have a thing for him too. Just think about it." And with that Ron left the room, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. Thoughts of Draco and all the altercations that they had had. All the near brushes and brief glances. All the compliments followed closely with snide remarks. And then there were his reactions. The flutter he got in his stomach whenever they got too close. The need to speak up so the Malfoy knew that he was there. The ping of jealousy when Draco had his arms around another guy or any person for that matter. It was all starting to come together in a way that made Harry a little uncomfortable. What was he to do? He couldn't very well give into Draco, could he? Somewhere in the back of his mind his thoughts screamed that he could and should give in to the wishes of Malfoy. While his survival instincts told him that Malfoy would sooner put a wand to his throat than hold him close.
Harry laid on his bed and sighed deeply. What should I do? What can I do?
A/N: So what did you all think? I'm still not completely sure where this is going so I am happily taking suggestions! Please of pretty please Review! Review! Review!