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Sometimes Lies Are A Good Thing	By : Kitkatislovely95 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco Malfoy had always known he was gay. When he was 10, his godfather, Severus, was staying late talking to his father, Lucius, or so he had thought. He had walked into his father's study to ask him something, and he had seen Severus with his father's cock in his mouth. Even though it had been his father, he had felt his own dick stir in his silky pajama pants. He had run from the room, terrified of what he had seen and felt.

His father had come to talk to him a little later, saying that he was sorry Draco had walked in on the two of them. Draco had then told his father what he had felt seeing it and that he hoped his father didn't hate him. His father then assured him it was alright that he felt the way he did; he just took more after his father than they had originally thought. Later on, that thought hadn't been a pleasant one, but at 10, he was thrilled.

When he had started at Hogwarts, he had been so excited. Hell, everyone was, but his was for a different reason. He was excited because he was going to make Harry Potter his. He had met him at the robe shop, and had thought he was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, with the messy black hair, those intense emerald green eyes, and those lovely lips. He couldn't wait.

Boy was he surprised when Harry rejected his offer of friendship. It had hurt not only his pride, but also his feelings, though no one ever knew that. Draco would never admit out loud how much it had hurt. He had become a completely different person then, saying mean things at every opportunity he had. He had wanted to hurt Harry as much as he had been.

But, even if he was an arse hole, he had watched Harry. Watched him grow older and get even more fucking beautiful; and he had learned things. Like Harry preferred coffee in the morning over anything else, he abhorred potions but excelled in Defense and Charms and Draco had fallen in love with the boy from afar by the time 3rd year had begun.

But in 5th year, when he had heard about Cho Chang, and Ginny Weasley had always tailed after Harry, begging for his attention, Draco knew he wouldn't have a chance. He had never seen Harry look at guys in any way that would indicate his preference for them. So, Draco had pretty much given up on his hope of ever having Harry for himself.

It had been three years since school ended, and he had happened to walk by a muggle pub in London. He never usually would have gone in such a place, but something in him that day was telling him to do just that. He had gone in, and for the first time since they had left Hogwarts, he saw Harry Potter flirting with some woman sitting at the bar. He had looked the same, a bit more filled out, but still as perfect as the day they met. He had watched until Harry had left with girl, not thinking Harry to be a meet and fuck type of person, but people can change, and contemplated what to do.

Draco then, being the Slytherin he was, had come up with a plan to glamour himself as a woman, and win Harry's heart. He had no idea if it would work, but damn it he sure could try.

The next week, after he had glamoured himself, he had gone back to the pub, and his eyes found Harry sitting alone at a table in the back of the bar. Draco had sat at the bar, ordered a glass of whisky, not really knowing what it was but he remembered that word being spoken of as a muggle drink, and had looked at Harry until the other man had looked up. Catching those sparkling emerald eyes, Draco had flashed a small smile at him. Harry had looked startled for a moment before smiling back and making his way over to Draco at the bar. He asked what Draco’s name was, and for the rest of the night, conversation had flown smoothly.

He had taken Draco home that night, Harry’s home, but they hadn't done anything, obviously. The glamour could work wonders, but it wasn't that effective. He had seen the jar of floo powder, and told Harry the he was a witch too, and things only got easier from there.

The next year had been perfect for Draco. He was with the man he loved, got to touch him whenever he wanted, and even though he couldn't be with him the way he wanted to, he was on cloud nine.

The only problem he had was telling Harry that he was not only a man, but also someone Harry had loathed back in school. Even given a year to think about it, Draco still hadn't figured out how to tell him without his world coming down around him.

So when Harry had proposed, he knew things couldn't go on the way they had been. He told Harry the truth, and had been kicked out, though he hadn’t expected much else. He couldn't even describe how he had felt when he had been told to leave. It had hurt worse than anything else had.

So, now he sat on the sofa by the fireplace in his flat, not knowing how to fix what he had fucked up. He wished he could go back in time and change the things he had done, reacted differently to Harry's rejection in first year, change the words he had said throughout the years. But most of all, he wished he could go back and change his meeting Harry as a woman instead of himself. Alas, he couldn't do that. He just had to wait and hope for the best.

Draco snorted, who was he kidding? Harry wouldn't forgive him. No matter how much Gryffindor he had in him, no one could forgive this betrayal.

With that thought, the damn broke. He let the tears come this time, instead of pushing them back. In his attempt to have Harry for himself, he had only succeeded in ruining everything. Harsh sobs tore up his throat, his chest aching with the pain his own stupidity had caused him.

He cried himself to sleep that night, his last thought being that he had lost the man he loved, once and for all.

A week. That's how long it lasted. Draco hadn't even realized that was how long it had been until he got a fire call from Blaise asking him why he hadn't kept him posted. Blaise knew about his whole… affair with Harry. He had been dubious to begin with, but he saw how happy Draco became, so who was he to stop it?

"Oh, Draco what happened?" Blaise said when he saw Draco sitting on the couch, clothes that looked like they hadn't been changed in who knows how long, he obviously hadn't shave for what looked to be about a week, and he had dark circles under his red rimmed eyes.

"It's over Blaise. I told him who I was, and he told me to leave." Draco's voice sounded foreign to his ears. It was scratchy from the lack of use.

"I'm coming over," was the only reply he got before the familiar green flames lit the fireplace, signaling his arrival.

Blaise sat on the couch next to his best friend and took him into his arms.

"Now tell me everything." Draco proceeded to tell him what happened, from the proposal, to him being sent away. Blaise stayed silent through the whole thing, patiently waiting as Draco sniffled his way through it. Blaise had never seen him this way, and he would get down to the bottom of this.

"Well, he did say that he had to think. Maybe it is just taking him a while. He is a Gryffindor, after all." Blaise said playfully, trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.

"Blaise, it has been a week, I highly doubt if he still wanted to be with me, that he would have to think this long." Draco replied, shaking his head as more tears spilled from his eyes.

Just then, they were interrupted by an owl tapping on the window. Had Draco been paying attention, he would have recognized the snowy white owl immediately, but instead, he ignored it as if he hadn't heard anything. So Blaise got up to open it, and let the bird in.

It flew directly onto Draco's lap and hooted softly at him, while holding out its right foot.

Draco looked down, and for the first time in a week, felt a twinge of hope go through his body. It was Hedwig. He took the letter from the owl, petted her head softly, to which she replied by nipping his fingers affectionately and watched her fly back out the window.

He ignored Blaise's question of who it was from and opened the letter.

The note was short, sweet and to the point, stating simply,

Draco,

Come over tomorrow around noon. We have much to discuss.

HP

"Blaise, he wants to see me." Draco looked at his friend in excitement first, and then it quickly changed to anxiety. What if he just wanted to tell him in person that he didn't want to be with him? Would Harry really be that cruel? Oh Gods, could he really handle that?

He thought he heard Blaise say something else, but he was too lost in his own thoughts to care.

Draco was terrified of what might happen the next day, but he knew he would still show up. If this visit was only so that Harry could tell him he never wanted to see him again, did he really deserve anything else? The only good thing that would come from that would be getting to see Harry one last time.

He could only hope that that wouldn't be the case. Though it was a small amount, it was all he had.

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