Harry's background

He had shared a kiss with Dean last year before they had all left for home.

Before that, in the prefect's bathroom the night after Harry had figured out the egg's clue, he and Cedric had shared an intimate moment in the bathtub, much to Moaning Myrtle scarcely concealed delight. Harry resembled Billy Budd...the naive and beautiful young sailor who aroused nearly all his crewmates. (Snape=Claggart)

Harry remained almost unaware of his homosexuality until Isabelle Desiree came along, and with a shock, Harry found himself unattracted to her. Instead, Draco Malfoy began to look more and more desireable. This sudden awareness brought denial. Harry retreated into his mind, which as filled to the brim with warnings of his enemy, his heroic potential and expectations...

Quidditch Shed

Harry had flown around the Quidditch pitch a couple times to clear his head. It was effectively cleared; he stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself, silently humming a nonsensical song. Draco had seen a broomstick leaning against the outside of the Gryffindor Shed and, curious, had peeked inside. Seeing Harry, he stopped and watched (he's not a Malfoy for nothing, you know) with interest. Harry was busy humming and drying himself with a rather undersized towel, and jumped about ten feet when Draco's drawl reached his ears.

"You having fun, Potter?"

Instinctively, Harry threw his towel at Draco's head, in the exact manner Oliver had thrown it at him the first time he caught Harry watching him intently in the shower. (After that, he let him.)

"Malfoy!" Harry yelped, caught off guard.

Draco grinned a rather twisted kind of grin, stepped inside the shed, and closed the door behind him. He stared at Harry, his mind conspicuously and suspiciously very very blank at the moment. Crossing his arms over his chest (which was so ineffectual as to be humorous), Harry frowned at Draco.

"Well, there seems to be a lack of basic respect for other's modesty in here."

Draco leaned against the door of the shed and replied, "There is? I didn't notice."

Harry slowly backed away, almost nervously. "I would ask you why you're here but I think that's pretty self-explanitory at this point..."

In return, Draco opened his mouth slightly, then changed his mind and thought for a moment before answering, "Why am I here, then?"

Unwilling to answer, the wet boy stomped over to his locker and threw clothes on himself. Lots of clothes.

Draco wondered if Harry could hear his heart hammering from over there.

"You going somewhere?"

"Away from here."

Draco moved from the door and stood, relatively (meaning 'not very') balanced in a standing position, feet below, head above. "Any particular reason?"

Harry stopped gathering his things together and turned to look at Draco. In an even and serious tone, he asked, "Why should I play stripper for you?"

The other boy blushed.

"I wasn't...I...I didn't mean to catch you in here, I just kind of 'did'." Silently, Draco added, and 'it wasn't my fault you weren't wearing anything either'.

Harry interrupted Draco, "But you did, and you stayed." Silently, Harry added, 'and it's not like I'm going to start taking showers clothed just to keep you from walking in on me'.

Draco felt unfairly berated. "What was I supposed to do?"

Harry gave him a faint smile.

"As a servant to the Dark Lord you should have taken advantage of my weak position and inattention and killed or stunned me on the spot. But you didn't." He looked into Draco's stunned face. "You're too emotional."

Stunned at Harry's words, Draco caught the other boy by the arm as he tried to pass. The Gryffindor stopped, and could hardly look straight at his friend without feeling tears threaten to surface. But Draco didn't look at him."Please don't leave."

Harry silently damned Draco for making the moment even more awkward, though now he felt less so now that he was fully clothed. His conscience could not hold back his next thought; no matter how hard it strained, the word still came, biting and harsh.

"Why?"

His hand slid off Harry's arm. "I don't want you to leave."

Harry sat down on the bench and watched Draco with his piercing green eyes.

"Please don't talk about that," Draco whispered. He went and sat down next to Harry, who turned sharply to look at him.

"I don't understand you, Draco Malfoy." And everything that had been bothering Harry about his friend came out.

"One day you're a laconic, sharp-tongued enemy who, it seems, will do anything to hurt others, then you become this emotionally reserved, angsty teenager whose problems are so selfish and single-minded that it's hard to have sympathy for you. I dunno, Draco, maybe I missed a vital part of your development into a different person but all of a sudden you're this irrational, moody child. It scares me. I know that's not who you are, and it's not who you want to be."

His gaze fell and he took Draco's left arm in his right hand, and mercilessly pulled the sleeve down to reveal the tattoo of a skull with a serpent in it's mouth. The charmed marking, normally faint, glowed a deep black, probably due to the proximity of such an enemy to its master. Draco's eyes watched the monstrosity on his forearm, as it appeared to writhe, and pulse in intensity from second to second.

"What do you want me to do? Maybe I missed something too."

"How could you misread your own feelings? How could you be so irrational?" Harry jabbed a finger at the disfiguring mark.

"You see what you are now! You're a finger, a recruit in his following of Death Eaters. Do you believe in the cause? Are you going to risk your life for that....that thing?"Silence ensued between them but lasted for not even a moment.

"Are you going to destroy the people you love then?"

Eyes blazing, Draco wrenched his arm from Harry's grip and stood up. "How do you know it wasn't for something else!" he asked, fully aware he was yelling. "You always assume everyone is out to get you, Harry! Not bloody everyone wants to kill you!"

Harry stopped sitting. "What am I supposed to believe? All my life I've been hidden, been charmed for protection, been locked away so that Voldemort couldn't reach me, and Dumbledore has warned me every year for the past seven that I have to stay on the offense!" He approached Draco slowly. "Tell me why you did it."

"Because I fucking love you, Harry!"

"That doesn't make any sense!"

Draco sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, eyes averted. "I don't want to argue with you. I did what I think is right, and that's all that matters. I'm sorry that you can't trust me more."
He turned away from Harry and walked toward the door. "But now I'm sorry I even came in. Just stay away from me, Potter."

Turning on heel and without another word, Draco stode out and closed the door silently.

Nice funny good quotes

Lillen: If you get cold, just find a lovely boy to cuddle with...
Asherah: How old are you?
Lillen: I didn't say 'generate friction by being naked and under the covers with!

Draco: No more secrets, Isabelle. I'd have liked to known about this monkey obsession earlier.

Harry: Any other obsessions we should know about, Isabelle? How about the one with Draco and Australia? And making him cry?

Harry: If the thing that made you is hot, I'll eat my sock.

Draco: Izzy? I'm a guy remember? We can do whatever the hell we want to each other and I won't get pregnant.

Draco: I'm not adopting a squirrel, you cannot persuade me.

Harry:You can want me along with all the other witchs of England but none of you will have me.

Harry: You would be Drac. The asexual Malfoy.

Harry: Voldemort? *cocks an eyebrow* The moment he thinks you'll be loyal to him is the day he's gone off the deep end. Not that he hasn't been there since the day he woke up and thought, 'I'll kill everyone who doesn't like me!'.

Draco: Okay, okay. So maybe you're having the 'epiphany of the century', I'm a little more observant.

Harry: *purrs* How do you want to act, Draccy?

Draco: Heavens, no. Cherries are disgusting.

Draco: What relationship? The one where you say something stupid and I smack you across the face?

Harry: Damn you, Draco, and yet....you're still not as hot as Howie.

Isabelle: You know, one quick spell and your pants could be gone for good.

Isabelle: What? Can you only be swooned by Harry, then he takes your pants off!? This is soooo unfair.

Draco: I probably should be worried on getting on the bad side of a crazed, balding maniac, but I'm really not.

Harry: *is not a dead kisser* *goes over to Draco and kisses him full on the lips to prove him wrong*

Draco: You make it sound so nice, Harry. When does the picnic start?

Harry: You're hiding something........shit, you're always hiding something.

Harry: Why, you want to kiss me again?
Draco: Yes. That doesn't mean I'm going to.
Harry: Nice to know you're exercising self control.

Draco: *follows Isabelle's gaze to Harry and then back to Isabelle, back to Harry, back to Isabelle* *grins* Hey Isabelle. That's mine.

Harry: Fank you...
Draco: Wonderful idea there.

Harry: *confused* Wait wait. *looks appeasingly at Draco* Fanking Isabelle is a good idea?
Draco: Eat your pie.

Draco: No. I've cut your saliva out of my diet.
Fridays are still on, do not dispair.
Harry: But my favorite part is killed by diets!
Draco: Friday will be my exception.

Harry: Interesting, Isabelle. You associate idiocy with insults about chickens! HA! What an insight into the ISABELLE MIND, HA!

Harry: Nice to know you have a heart, Malfoy.
Draco: But no soul.
Isabelle: Like heart candy, with writing on them.

Harry:Prove him wrong.
Draco: Prove me wrong what?
Isabelle: Prove Draco wrong?

Harry: I'm game to strip poker actually. *eyes Draco's attire*

Harry: Over-confidence killed.......killed something I'm sure.

Draco: Harry, I'm not fighting with you over my shirt in your bed.

Draco: Well Isabelle, shall we leave Potter in peace with his book?

Harry: *Harry salutes and watches as they descend the stairs. He settles back into his bed and pauses for a second. Then he gets up and goes to his chest of belongs, pulls out proper pajamas and puts them on.*

Draco: Harry, now that doesn't look like mine. *turns quickly to Emanuelle, framing her in his fingers*
You on the other hand.... *to Harry* Now, what's been going on while I'm gone?
Harry: No, I would never allow you to wear pink, Draco. It's gaudy.

Harry: Taken? You mean recently? *walks over to his dresser* Let's see, here's one of Snapes, oh, and here's Dumbledore's nightcap, can't remember how that one got in there...let's see, what else.......oh, Ginny's.....oh my.......things I haven't seen in .......ages....oh, here Draco.... *tosses Draco his cloak* That's been inhibiting my sprees...

Isabelle: Draco, shut up! I don't want to know all the gross details of what you and Harry do to each other.

Harry: *touches the place where Draco hit him* It's no more than I deserve. I'm sorry, Draco.

Draco: *rudely* You want to see Harry again, please take your business elsewhere.

Harry: *Harry lost it* Kiss him, Isabelle, or I will!
Draco: There's an idea.

Harry: Do you not realize that you are at my mercy? Why must you torture me so??!
Isabelle: Are you going to kiss me, Harry?
Harry:....well I was planning on putting pressure on your head and watch it explode and then your bodily fluids ooze out and all over Draco's shoes.

Draco: Yay! I have destroyed the Death Star!

Harry: Oh good, 'will'. What an indefinite future verb!!

Harry: Are you giving up the possibility of children later in life for the sake of pride today?

Harry: You looked like you needed a little self-pity.

Harry: So when's the wedding?
Draco: *accusingly* When you propose.

Harry: My, you're ambiguous today. Well not really. Damn, I'm the one being ambiguous today, aren't I?

Harry: I would inquire as to what 'it' is but I really really do not want to know.

Draco: I need a leash.

Harry: Because I don't want you to rape me with your eyes.

Draco: That explains the little missing gaps of dialouge.

Harry: Well my conclusion is that you're actually straight so I don't have to explain myself to you.

Draco: Think I would have to use Harry's book as a shield. *thinks* Wait. *holds up Harry's diary* I mean this book. Hell, forget what I said.

Yulien: Great! Just let me get out my shotgun. I think I left it in my sock, let me get it out now....

Lillen: Now, now, Isabelle. What would be the fun of killing someone in their sleep? Besides, Voldemort does have rather unsavory tastes. I mean, I'm all for the serpentine look, and having captivating eyes is a good thing . . . but really. And a skull with a snake coming out of it? Please. It's a bit overdone, don't you think? 'Oh, I'm so big and scary! Death! Snakes! Run and flee in terror!

Draco: *comes wandering down the boy's dormitory staircase* So it's not Friday. Wish someone would tell me these things. Whoa! Congregation time.

Draco: Sorry for stealing your guy Isabelle.

Draco: They're hiding in their mushrooms.

Draco: I am not vunerable to wrinkles.

Harry: You have no holiday spirit, Draco Malfoy.

Draco: What is this strange device, Harry? (lysol)

Harry: I much prefer denial to you.

Draco: Silver and gold, go perfect together.
Harry: Oh god, please let the gold mean Isabelle.
Draco: Oh, stop fooling yourself.

Draco: Well, it's not like I can order them [men] specifically how I want.

Lillen: If not kind, not aggressively unpleasant.

Yulien: Who doesn't want a stupid crowd to support them?

Draco: Ah, but I'm not naked.

Harry: Oh yeah, then how can they manage to wear thongs?

Harry: Because you enjoy non-sexual harrassment by gay men.