Set in fifth year - not canon. For this not much will be happening will the Death Eaters and the Order, etc.
Umbridge won't be "Dolores" as we know her, she'll just be another teacher.
I want to focus on Draco and Harry instead of dipping in and out of what really happens.

Harry glanced up from his Transfiguration work to Draco Malfoy. He was looking particularly more "angtsy" than usual. He had a haunted look about him, his eyes bulged slightly and had dark circles around them. His skin looked more grey than white and he was constantly staring off into the distance. Harry felt he could relate. He hadn't had a good nights sleep in what felt like forever, and if not for Hermione he'd look as bad, if not worse than Malfoy. He sat thinking deeply to himself about how he felt somewhat sorry for Malfoy, for reasons unknown. He was so deep in thought he didn't hear McGonagall shout his name. Only Ron elbowing him sharply brought him back to Earth. Harry looked up, a little dazed.

"Pay attention to your work Potter. As fascinating as Mr Malfoy may be, he's not going to get you through your O.W.L.s."

Harry blushed and looked down at the desk and rolled his quill between his fingers. Ron leant over.

"What were you staring at Malfoy for?"

"I wasn't, I was just... Gorming out."

"Oh... Right."

When he felt it was safe to do so, Harry glanced back over to Malfoy. Surprisingly, Malfoy was looking back at him, discretely, out of the corner of his eye, but obvious enough for Harry to notice. They both stared for a couple of moments before looking down at their desks.

Draco sighed and repeatedly dipped his quill in the ink. He'd recently come to accept he was gay, but hated the fact he became attracted to every boy he saw. Well, nearly, but then again, Crabbe and Goyle were more like trolls than boys. And the Weasleys... But no one likes a ginger. What he felt worse about was that his current eye-candy was the boy with whom he had an extensive hatred for. Saint Potter, how dare he be so infuriating and good looking, who did he think he was? He ripped a page from his notebook and began scribbling a letter to Aleksander - one of the Bulgarians he'd befriended last year, and also the only person he'd come out to. In return, Aleks had come out to him and they shared experiences and tips. Draco gave good tips on how to stay strong, but could never follow his own advice. He quickly wrote down what he was feeling, especially about Potter, and folded it up. He intended on going up to the owlry during his free period.

That evening, Harry had managed to steal a few moments to himself in the boy's dorm. He sat musing over his Potions book, tapping his wand on the top of it, not really taking in the words. He was busy thinking about the day, more specifically, his confusion about who he was. He tried to pin it on hormones and stress, but the more he tried to deny it, the more he couldn't. He was gay. He threw his book to the end of the bed and got up, pacing around the room. Just two months ago he loathed Draco Malfoy, with a passion. There was probably only one person in Hogwarts who he hated more than Malfoy, and that was Snape. Now suddenly, he found himself staring at him in classes, over dinner, and looking out for him on Hogsmeade trips. And it wasn't only Draco, there were some other boys too he'd found himself staring at.

"Sod my life. I have to be the saviour of this damn world, AND gay!"

A sudden tapping from nowhere made him spin round messily, nearly tripping over his own feet. He looked around for the source of the tapping. It came again, from the window. Harry went over and opened it. A grey, ruffled owl flew into the room and perched on a shelf. It had a letter in its beak. Harry took it and looked at the name on the envelope. It was addressed to an Aleksander Dobrev. He turned back to the owl, but it was gone.

"Stupid owl," he muttered, sitting on his bed, looking at the envelope. He contemplated opening it, or going up to the owlry to give it a more reliable owl. The handwriting on the front of the envelope was very elegant; the paper also had a similar smell. It smelt sort of musky - it was deffinitely a person smell - and there were hints of expensive aftershave. He knew the smell, but couldn't place it. He sighed and lay down, looking over the envelope. He desperately wanted to read it, to see who it was from and see what they had to say, but he knew better than to read someone else's letters. He sighed again and closed his eyes, trying to disappear to a place far away from Hogwarts, from his life, from his sexuality.

Harry pulled his invisibility cloak tighter round himself, to retain some of his body heat which was rapidly leaving him in the cold night air. The only thing currently on his mind was how he wished he'd put something on his feet; he couldn't feel his toes and his feet were blue. He quietly tip-toed up the stairs of the astronomy tower, not knowing what was at the top, only knowing he needed to get up there. He finally reached the top, feeling dizzy and out of breath. No one was there. He sighed, feeling confused, and freezing. He contemplated starting a small fire, or just leaving, when he heard footsteps echoing upwards. He shuffled backwards into a corner and waited for whoever it was to appear. Several minutes later, Malfoy appeared; the moonlight reflecting off his platinum blonde hair as if it were a mirror. Despite it being the early hours of the morning, he looked like he had somewhere to be; wearing his black suit - with a white shirt and black tie, and shined black shoes. Harry stepped out of the corner, still covered by the invisibility cloak. Malfoy took in a deep breath and leant on the railings, looking over the grounds. Harry stepped even closer, seeing how close he could get. A small gust of wind blew Malfoy's scent up Harry's nostrils - it was a musky scent, with a hint of aftershave. Tantalised by his smell, Harry didn't notice when a stronger gust of wind blew his invisibility cloak off him. Malfoy took in another deep breath and turned round, jumping when he saw Harry Potter stood not two feet from him.

"What the hell are you doing Potter?"

Harry's eyes fluttered open; "Malfoy! Uh-"

"-Were you... Were you smelling me!"

Harry stepped back, fiddling with his fingers; "no! I was just, I was-"

"-You freak! Turned gay scar-head?"

A smirk spread across Malfoy's face when Harry didn't reply instantly. He began walking circles round Harry, judging him. Harry felt a large lump in his throat, stopped any distinguishable words leaving his mouth.

"I'm not-not gay!"

"You're not, not gay? So, you're gay then?" Malfoy sneered.

"No! I, I stammered, I'm not gay!"

Malfoy suddenly jumped over to Harry, grabbing the shoulder of his t-shirt and pushing him over to the wall, pinning him against it; "could have fooled me..."

Harry took in a sharp breath, Malfoy's scent rushing up his nostrils again. Malfoy smirked and leant closer, loving the power he held over his enemy.

"You'd really like to kiss me now wouldn't you scar-head."

Harry shook his head; "no."

"Admit it!"

Malfoy's scent was driving Harry crazy, it had created a thick mist in his brain, disallowing him to form sentences, which was not a good thing at this moment. If there was one thing you needed when being accused of anything was the abillity to answer the allegations. Harry currently had no such power, and Malfoy used it to his advantage.

"Come on then Potter, kiss me if you love me so much!"

Harry squirmed; "I, don't, I don't want to-"

"-Kiss me!"

Malfoy suddenly covered Harry's face, suffocating him.

Harry thrashed about before sitting bolt upright. The letter stuck to his face. He'd managed to suck it to his mouth when he was breathing heavily. It still had it's smell, and now Harry knew who it belonged to. He remembered an encounter he'd had recently with Malfoy, and he smelt exactly the same. He looked around the dorm room; Ron, Seamus, Neville and Dean were asleep. Harry pulled the curtains round his bed closed and conjured a light so he could read. He frantically ripped the envelope open, suddenly wavering the right to privacy, because it was Malfoy. The first thing he checked was it was actually from Malfoy; it was. He took in a deep breath and began to read.