To Dare You

Chapter Twenty-five

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, you git!" Hermione screamed, pushing him into the floor in an empty hallway. "Your friend Harry, is now suffering because your your stupid ideas!"

"'Mione, he'll thank me later, don't worry!" Ron smiled, standing to walk away. "I did a good thing."

"No you did not you arse!" She shrieked at him, punching him in the face like she did to Draco in the third year. "The amount you gave him was fatal! It could have killed him!"

"And since when do you care if he dies or not?" Ron asked, wiping the blood away from his nose.

"I can't believe you right now!" She stomped away madly, not looking back at him.

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"You had this! You could stop this!" Harry screamed as Snape held the antidote of the Amortentia in his hands.

"Indeed, Mr. Potter." He snarled, almost a happy glint in his lips.

"Can you give it to him?" Harry asked desperately as Draco tried to take ahold of the shorter. He reached for the potion, but Snape held it back, sneering. "Give. It!"

"And why would I? Mr. Potter, I have fifteen galleons on hold for me."

"Snape, the boy could get hurt!" Minerva told him. "They'll get together with or without potion..." She murmured, smiling as Snape emptied the vial into Draco's mouth.

"Indeed they will." He grabbed Minerva's arm and apperated the two away before she could say anything.

"Baby, what did I drink?" Draco asked, frowning at the taste. "It's- what happened?" Draco snapped out of him, no longer looking at him with eyes full of lust. "I feel so weird?"

Harry laughed sadly, already missing Draco's touch. "Love potion. Strong one, at that."

"For who? Me? To love wh- oh. You." Draco's eye's widened as he realized. "Oh." He repeated, blushing slightly. Then his face went back to his pale state? "Who? Harry, tell me, so I can murder them."

"R- Ron." Harry mumbled.

"I'm going to kill that bastard," He snarled, pulling Harry out of the room and into the corridors. "Where is that bitch?" He muttered, walking through hallways, checking classrooms. "I swear to Merlin, if he isn't- what the fuck?"

They walked in to Ron laying on the floor, nose bleeding, with an angry Hermione stomping towards them.

"Thanks, Granger, saved me from having to murder him." Draco laughed as Hermione stopped in front of them.

"Hey guys, yeah. Malfoy, I'm assuming you got an antidote? I was making one, but it takes three days, and you don't seem as... uh, crazy." She noticed, her mad face vanishing slightly.

"How bad was it?" Draco groaned into his palm, face flushing deeply. "Please don't tell me-"

"Bad. Very bad." Hermione laughed, Harry saying the same.

"Don't even expl-"

"You were all over Harry in the dining hall," Hermione giggled like an idiot. "You kissed him and Pansy, three professors and I had to get you off-" She laughed even harder, clutching her stomach.

"And In the night-" Harry almost fell over laughing, trying to hide his hurt. "You would cuddle me and kiss me- you even wanted to shower with me-" Harry laughed harder then Hermione, leaning onto her, both collapsing, dragging Draco along as well.

"Okay- I think I got it!" Draco covered his ears, his face redder than ever.

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A/N: The writing ahead may be offensively to some, the f-word will be used, not fuck, the other one. (I'm bi myself, so I'm allowed to say it, just giving you a heads up.) I'm not using the full word, don't feel too comfortable using it all.

"Hey Draco?" Harry asked as they sat in bed, Draco drawing, Harry reading a book.

"Yeah?" He asked, continuing to sketch on his pad, not bothering to look up.

"Uh, can- can I tell you s- something?" He asked nervously, fumbling with one hand, his fingers getting jumbled up.

"Mm hmm?" He kept on drawing.

"Idon'tknowhowtotellyoubutI'mgay."

"Uh, say that in english?"

"I'm not s- sure how to tell you, and I hope you don't mind, b- but, uh, I'm-" His words broke, and he took nervous breaths, trying to calm himself down. I can't do this, what if he thinks badly of me? What if he thinks it's bad I'm Bi?

"Harry, spit it out..." He laughed, no malice or hatred in his voice whatsoever.

"Okay, uh," He sighed. "Dray, I'm Bi. Bisexual."

Draco just stared at him.

I fucked up, Harry thought as Draco's face turned into almost a snarl.

"You fag," He snarled at Harry, eyes staring daggers at him. "Harry Potter, fag of Hogwarts," He sung darkly, his voice dripping malice and hatred this time.

Harry just stare at his book blankly, tears falling down his face lightly. Normally Draco would be there to comfort him, to hug him and tell him everything would be okay, but not this time, he was the cause. His best friend was gay, and of course, he only minded because it was Harry bloody Potter.

Draco turned into his animagi and ran, padding to the door and down the stairs, into the common room.

Harry stayed in the same position, tears not ceasing.

A/N: This hurt to write, to say I'm crying is an understatement, oh my fucking god. This chapter is kinda confusing, just roll with it... sorry, shout chapter as well. Next will be long! Thanks!