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All\'s Fair In Love And War	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Whole Lot Of Maybes

I thought I would have been more shocked when Harry told me he was gay. I thought I would have been angry at him, and upset that he was different. That he wasn't normal like me. That he was never going to marry my sister and become a part of my family. I thought I would have hated him just a little.
I don't know, maybe I did.
But then he told me about Zabini. About how he had dumped him, how he had run off and joined up with You-Know-Who. That he had seen it when it happened and how much it hurt him. How could I be angry at him when he was in so much pain?
Yes, I did yell at him. I did pace around the room with my hands in the air, and told him he was stupid and that Slytherins were all evil. I stand behind that. Look at Zabini if you don't believe me. He's a bloody Death Eater. Tell me he isn't evil; I dare you!
Then Harry had to go and tell me he was in love with Draco bloody Malfoy.
Not like, not a passing fancy, not even, and I shudder to think about it, lust, for the git. No, he said he was, and I quote, 'arse over tits in love with him.'
Well, what the hell could I say to that?
Not a bloody thing if I wanted to keep my best mate.
I may not be the brightest boy in Gryffindor, but I know when to keep my mouth shut. At least fourth year taught me something.
I should have seen it coming. From the minute I stepped out of the carriage I knew something was different. That something had happened over the break and that Malfoy had something to do with it. Their friendship has never sat well with me. I guess it's because I always knew that Malfoy wanted something... more from Harry. Now I know what that something was.
Hermione has gone out of her way to try and get me to patch things up with Harry. She believes that Malfoy has turned over a new leaf - whatever that means - and that we, as Harry's friends, should be more accepting of him.
I believe that as Harry's friend, it is my duty to make sure he isn't being set up. That Malfoy is genuine in his so-called affections. I don't trust him.
I don't trust Zabini either.
I've noticed how he watches Harry. How his eyes follow him when he enters or leaves the room. How he scowls at Parkinson when she clings just that little bit tighter to his arm whenever Harry is near. And it's only gotten worse since Valentines Day.
I knew what was going on, Hermione told me all about it after my little chat with Harry. So I watched.
As everyone else's eyes were on Malfoy, mine were on Zabini. As everyone else whispered and giggled over Malfoy's reaction to the chocolates, I watched as Zabini glared hatefully at him. When Malfoy left the Great Hall, all smiles and happiness, I watched Zabini throw down his napkin and scowl at the remains of his breakfast.
It wasn't hard to see that he was not happy about Harry moving on with his life. And as much as I mistrusted Malfoy, he wasn't the one sporting a nifty new tattoo. It would be a bit more difficult, but I knew right then that I would have to keep my eye on Zabini.
And at some point, I'd have to get around to talking to Harry as well.
My life would be so much simpler if Harry could have just fallen in love with Ginny. Or at least if he had to be, you know, gay, why couldn't he fall for a Hufflepuff? Zach Smith is Bi after all, and a might easier to get on with I would expect.
Then again, we are talking about Harry here and he never does anything the easy way.
So this is how I found myself appointed as Harry's personal stalker. I've followed him everywhere these past few days.
I tell you, if I never see Malfoy's tongue in Harry�s mouth again, it'll be too soon. When this is all over, I'm going to need to shove my wand up my nose and Scourgify my brain. At least I haven't seen anything that merits a complete Obliviate. Yet.
Tonight I find myself following Harry through one of the unused hallways on the third floor. On his way to meet Malfoy no doubt. It's a good thing he left his Invisibility Cloak back at the dorm where I could borrow it, otherwise I think I'd have been caught by now. There are almost no places to hide around here.
As Harry slips inside a door up ahead, I settle in for a boring few hours of standing around doing nothing. Or maybe not.
Zabini has just stepped out of the shadows.
I wonder what he's doing here? Whatever it is, it can't be good.
I stand, stunned, as the bloody pervert opens the door a crack. I move to intercept, but he's not doing anything. He's just... watching them. I should really put a stop to it, but I don't want to get any closer. Seeing Harry and Malfoy snogging is one thing, but watching them shag is not something I ever plan on doing.
I'm not given much of a choice however as Zabini raises his wand. I move closer, and just as I raise my own wand, he lowers his. I watch him as he closes his eyes, as his face contorts with pain and longing. Maybe he really did care about Harry. Maybe he's hurting having to see him and ferret-boy together.
Maybe it makes me a bad person that I'm glad he's in pain, but I don't really care. He should hurt. He made Harry hurt, it's only fitting.
Maybe I should just let him watch. Let him see what he gave up. Let him see how happy Harry is now without him. Even I have to admit that Harry is happy with Malfoy, but I don't have to like it.
I keep my eyes locked on Zabini as he opens his again.
I hear a moan - Malfoy's - and I can't help but make a face. I so did not want to hear that. Apparently, neither did Zabini.
He's aimed his wand again, and this time I know he means to go through with it.
"Avada..." he begins and I quickly petrify him. I don't know if he was aiming for Harry or Malfoy but I mean to find out.
"You've just earned yourself a trip to see Professor Dumbledore, Zabini," I tell him. The Headmaster will be able to get to the bottom of this.
But not yet.
As long as Harry is in that room alone with Malfoy, I'm not going anywhere.
Well, maybe just a few steps. I need to close the door after all.

Merlin. Would you look at that? Who'd have ever thought Malfoy could look like that? His face is all... soft. And, bloody hell, he's looking at Harry the same way Hermione looks at me. Like Harry hung the bloody moon or something.
Like he's in love.
Maybe he does love Harry. Maybe he really has turned away from The Dark Lord, his father, and everything they stand for. Maybe Harry is safe with him.
Maybe I should stop watching my best mate shag my worst enemy and close the bloody door before they see me.
Funny how I'm not disgusted by this like I thought I would be. I guess Hermione was right, love, in all it's forms, is a beautiful thing.
Even if the one you love is a ferret.
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