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Harry hesitated outside the Room of Requirement, his hand shaking slightly on the door knob. He wasn't sure why he was here, knew that he should turn around and return to his dorm. He knew that Malfoy was just messing around, that if he were to give in to the blonde, the entire school would learn of it. Even so, he couldn't leave; he had to know what Malfoy had planned.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he opened the door and walked in with his eyes closed tight, dread filling him at what he would see. He heard a chuckle as the door clicked close behind him, the sound causing him to jump slightly, his body tensing.

"Scared, Potter?" Draco asked, smirk evident in his voice. Harry shook his head quickly, but backed up a step, stumbling slightly. "Then open your eyes. I promise, it's not going to make you go blind."

Biting his lower lip, Harry opened his eyes and stared in shock at the room. He had been expecting to see something like a sex dungeon or a large bed with silk sheets and a plush blanket. Instead, he stood in a cozy study with bookshelves lining the wall and a large mahogany desk near the back, a black chair standing behind it. The only light in the room came from a fireplace to his right, which had a leather love seat in front of it, and two small candles on the desk.

"What's this?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Draco shrugged as he stood up straight and approached Harry. "I like to come here to get away from Pansy. It's often the only way to get any school work done. Why? What did you expect?" He stopped just outside of touching distance of Harry, a strange half smile on his face that Harry had never expected to see.

"What am I doing here, Malfoy? We both know that this is crazy. If I never gave in to any of the guys I liked, there's no bloody way that I'll give in to you. I refuse to be used for sex, and that's all you want."

"What makes you that?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot? It's all you ever want. The schools scattered with your ex-lovers, all mocked because of you. I won't be any different. Given the fact that we hate each other, you'll probably try to humiliate me worse than any of the others."

Draco stared at him for a second, surprised. He had known that word had gotten out about a few of his conquests, but he hadn't thought that the school, let alone Harry, had heard about just how many. He felt a moment of guilt, but pushed it away quickly. It wasn't any of his business what happened to the boys he'd been with, they should have known the consequences should anyone find out.

Taking a step closer, Draco brushed against him and placed a hand on Harry's chest. "What if the reason we can't stand each other is because we were meant to be together?" He asked, his voice lowered seductively. "We can't help but ignite something in each other, and we were to naïve to know what it really meant. We turned that something into anger because it couldn't be ignored, couldn't be pushed away. We had to do something and the only thing that made sense was to hate each other.

"Think about it," he whispered. "What if you had accepted my friendship in first year? I have no doubt that we would have gotten closer every year, would have ended up together. Why should we deny ourselves that chance now? I'm not asking you to throw yourself at my feet; we've done too much to each other to expect that. I'm just asking for you to give me the chance that you denied me years ago. Let me be your friend, and then we will see where it goes from there." Then he said something that Harry was sure would still surprise him on his deathbed. "Please, Harry?"

Harry shook his head slowly, taking a step away from Draco. "How can you expect me to say yes? Damn it, Malfoy! How do you expect me to trust you? In the seven years that we've known each other, what makes you think that I could ever give you that chance? I don't give a damn what you do! Tell whoever the hell you want to tell that I'm gay, I don't care! Just leave me alone!" With a final glare at the blonde, Harry stormed out of the room.

Draco stared at the door for a few moments after it closed. Though he had expected that answer from Potter, the intensity of it shocked him. After the night before, the desire that he had shown for him, Draco had expect him to at least think it through before he reluctantly told him no. He had never had any difficulties getting whoever he wanted in his bed. With just a whisper in their ear, they would crumble at his feet. Even the Gryffindors he had been with had never put up more than an "I really shouldn't," argument before giving in a minute later.

Now he realized that he couldn't really call any of his past relationships conquests. He had never had to fight to get them, never had to try. And he realized that he would actually enjoy fighting to have Harry. It didn't matter that he had no intention of staying with the brunette. As Harry had said, that was impossible. He would seduce Harry, use him until something better came along, and then lose him. The fact that he would be able to say that he brought down the virgin savior would be worth the effort that he put in attaining Harry. And from the passion that he witnessed in him the night before, he knew that sleeping with Harry wouldn't be a chore.

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Harry stopped in the middle of the corridor a halfway back to Gryffindor Tower as the realization of what was happening hit him. Leaning against the wall, he sank to the floor and covered his face with his hands. He couldn't believe he had told Malfoy he could tell the school; that he didn't care what happened. He was sure that the blonde wouldn't hesitate to do so, would tell the school that their precious savior was gay. And once the school knew, the whole wizarding world would learn of it. Fear rushed through him at the thought of everyone he knew turning on him, of them hating him.

Then he thought of Ron and Hermione. While he was sure that Hermione wouldn't have a problem, he wasn't so sure how Ron would react. The red head was too temperamental at times for Harry to guess whether or not he would be okay with it. He knew, though, that if he let them find out through rumors and they found out that they were true, neither would be able to forgive him for not telling them first.

He sighed and stood up, running a hand through his hair. He didn't have a choice anymore. He had hoped to keep it a secret from them, at least just until he had found someone that he believed he could love, could be with. But now he couldn't put it off any longer. He had to tell them before Malfoy spread it around the school. It was too late tonight, but first thing tomorrow he would tell them while the rest of the dorm was at breakfast.

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Draco closed his eyes and he lounged on his bed with Blaise, who trailed a hand over his stomach. "How'd it go with Potter?" He asked before flicking his tongue across the blonde's collar bone.

"Like you said it would. Started yelling at me before he ran out," Draco answered with a laugh. "Doesn't matter though, I'll change his mind." He smirked as he gripped Blaise's hips and moved him to straddle him. "I'll have him right where you are, no matter what it takes."

For a brief moment, pain flashed across Blaise's face as he imagined Draco with yet another guy, but he pushed it away as Draco entered him, embracing the pleasure instead. He had known since the beginning that he couldn't keep Draco, wouldn't be enough for him. But the pleasure that Draco showed him during the times that he had no one else was worth the pain that he put himself through to be with him.

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The scratching of quill against parchment as Hermione looked over, and marked, Ron's potion's homework was driving Harry insane as he tried to gain the courage to talk to them. The brave Gryffindor that everyone claimed he was now felt like running away and hiding beneath his bed. He glanced at Ron, who was looked as though the sight of Hermione marking his work as wrong was making him sick…which it probably was. The homework had taken him two days to complete and from the looks of it, he would have to work all night to have it turned in the next day.

Finally, Hermione put the quill down with a disappointed shake of her head. "Did you even read the assignment, Ron?"

He hesitated before saying, "I glanced at it…" trailing off as Hermione's gave him a disgusted look before turning to Harry. "Did you want me to look at yours?"

"I think I got it," he answered. "I kind of need to talk to the two of you while the dorm's empty, though."

Ron perked up, "Anything to get Hermione to stop talking about school…this isn't about school, is it?"

"No, Ron, it isn't." He hesitated, looking back and forth at the two before settling his gaze on the fire.

"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked, moving closer to him. "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."

Taking a deep breath, Harry looked at her. "I wanted to be the one to tell the two of you, since it's probably going to get spread around the school sooner or later anyway." Looking Ron, he took a deep breath. "I'm gay."

Ron paled, his eyes widening. "You're not serious, are you? We've known you for seven years…you can't be gay, you never gave any signs…I've never seen you look twice at a guy! You've been out with girls."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him before back to Harry. "I'm glad you finally told us…I was hoping that when you did, it'd be because you wanted to, though. Not because someone else spread the word."

"You knew? For how long?"

She looked away nervously before saying, "I've always suspected, but I wasn't sure until the Ginny incident."

"What Ginny incident?" Ron asked, turning to glare Harry. "What happened to my sister?"

"Nothing, Ron," Hermione said.

"Yeah," Harry said quickly. "Nothing happened to your sister. There was just a…misunderstanding. No one was hurt and it's over and done with…no reason to talk about it know." He looked at Hermione, "There really was no reason for her to talk to you about it then, either."

"She was upset. You can't expect her not to want to talk to someone. At least it was just me and not someone who would have gossiped about it."

Ron's face was turning redder as throughout the argument. "What the bloody hell happed with Ginny?"

Harry sighed before answering. "It was a week before the end of school last year. Ginny had just broken up with Dean and I found her crying in an empty corridor. I gave her a hug and tried to cheer her up…she calmed down enough to kiss me. After I got over my shock, I pushed her away and told her that I wasn't into her that way. That I saw her as a sister." He glanced at Hermione, warning her to keep her mouth shut about what he left out, though he doubted Ginny had told her everything that had happened.

The truth was Ginny hadn't given up after Harry gently pushed her away. For a second anger had flashed in her eyes, then she had pushed him down, holding his arms captive. Harry hadn't known what to do. Having fought with her six brothers on a regular basis, she was stronger than most of the girls he'd known. To push her off of him completely, he would've had hurt her, which he wasn't willing to do. Then it was too late for him to fight back, have used magic to keep his arms over his head and him from moving. He'd tried to reason with her, but she'd ignored him. Her lips had trailed across his neck, then jaw, and finally his lips while her hand had moved to his groin, trying to get a reaction out of him. Yet no matter how hard she tried, he remained soft under her touch.

It didn't take much longer for her to move away from him, her tears starting up again. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" She'd yelled at him. "Most guys would kill to have me on top of them, to have me want them!" He didn't get a chance to make up an excuse, to make things better. She had run off, cursing him beneath her breath.

"See, there's no reason to bring it up anymore. Ginny's over it, and obviously I never had any intention to let it go even as that kiss."

Ron calmed down as he nodded in understanding. "So," he said, changing the subject. "You're gay? I mean, really gay? Not just happy gay?"

"Yes, Ron, I'm really gay. I was hoping to tell you when I found a boyfriend that I really liked, but I would've hated it if you found out through someone else…"he hesitated for a moment. "Are you gonna be okay with it?"

Looking surprised, Ron asked, "You don't have a thing for me, do you?"

"Gross, Ron," Harry said with a laugh. "'Course not. You're definitely not my type."

"Good. Then I'm okay with it…wait, what's wrong with me? Am I not good enough for you?"

"I just like more…sophisticated guys, Ron." A flash of silvery-blue eyes and blonde hair came to mind, which he pushed away. Truthfully, Draco was his idea of a perfect boyfriend, or would be if he was so arrogant and hateful towards people who weren't raised like he was. "Besides," he smiled, "I like my guys to be closer to my height. You're too tall."

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*stares in shock at the screen* Damn…I haven't written more than a sentence in about 2 ½ years. After graduating high school, getting a job, and starting college, I just haven't felt inspired anymore. Now that I'm married and not working, though, I have the time and, thanks to my best friend who encouraged me to start writing again, inspiration! I know this chapter isn't as good as the first one, but hopefully I'll get the hang of it again once I've gotten used to it again. Hoped you liked it! Review!