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All is fair in the game called love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29070 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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Author's note: Doomsday, aka day of the results is looming O_O Ahem, don't mind me, continue LOL

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Chapter 21: Discovery

Harry could do nothing else but stare. This painting was Salazar Slytherin, the founder of his new House? Was he dreaming? He pinched himself; ouch, that hurt. So he wasn't dreaming.

"Young man, are you going to give me your name or are you suddenly mute?" Salazar asked annoyed.

"I'm sorry! My name is Harry Potter." Harry introduced himself blushing.

"Harry Potter? Yes, I have heard of you. Layla told me a few interesting things about you." Salazar replied pensively.

"Layla? Who is that, sir?" Harry dared to ask.

"Please, call me Salazar. I never liked that kind of title." Salazar chuckled. "Layla is my snake. She's a magical animal that can live two thousand years. Sufficient to say she's a very rare creature. Tell me, Mister Potter, why you are wandering around in the school at this late hour?"

"Euhm, I just had a lot of things on my mind and I figured a walk would clear my head. Are you going to report me?" Harry asked worried. He could smack himself for not thinking of that earlier. The paintings usually didn't interfere with students, but Salazar was one of the Founders and a former teacher. He could be in big trouble now.

He startled when Salazar roughly laughed. "Report you? Why would I do that? It has been ages since I had a chance to talk with someone. Besides, even if I wanted to report you, I couldn't. My painting isn't connected with the wall. I can't visit other paintings."

Only then did Harry saw that Salazar's painting was leaning against a chair that stood on a desk.

"Why are you not connected with the wall?" Harry asked curiously. All the paintings he knew were all connected to a wall.

Salazar smirked. "I had a big mouth against old Dumbles. When he first begun as headmaster, mine, Godric's, Helga's and Rowena's paintings hung in his office. He wasn't as confident as he is now and often asked us for advice. From the moment he was here, I got a bad feeling from him. Even as a child, he was manipulative and cunning. He should have been put in my House, but I suspect he somehow convinced the Hat that he belonged in Gryffindor." Harry shuffled with his feet when he heard that. He had done exactly the same five years ago. "Anyway, after a while I managed to convince Godric, Helga and Rowena that Dumbles couldn't be trusted. We began to give him bad advice and had to hide our laughter every time he made a fool out of himself. Believe me, there were many times." Salazar chuckled when he seemingly remembered some things. "Eventually, he figured us out and got furious. He took our paintings off the wall and hid us so that no one could find us. I don't know where he hid the others. You're the first one in more than fifty years that I can speak with. Speaking with my snake isn't just the same as talking with people." He sighed.

So I'm not the only one Dumbledore is screwing over, Harry thought dryly. Then he remembered something.

"Can I ask you something, Salazar?" Harry asked, his heart starting to beat wildly. If his suspicions were true, then Dumbledore was more dangerous than he thought.

"Ask away. I find it rather enjoyable to talk with you." Salazar smiled.

"If Dumbledore made so many foolish mistakes, then why does everyone say he's the wisest man on earth?"

Salazar's expression grew dark. "Because he Obliviated those people and put a fake memory in their head every time he made a mistake."

Harry gaped at him in shock. So it was true. That Dumbledore would stoop so low… Unbelievable. He was as dangerous as Voldemort! At least Voldemort didn't put fake memories in someone's head.

"Yes, you didn't expect that from our dear old Dumbles, did you?" Salazar laughed. "Now why don't you grab a chair and tell me about yourself? For instance, you can tell me what you think of Slytherin, now it is your House too." He smirked.

Harry smiled weakly and grabbed a chair and dragged it to Salazar's painting. He figured he could stay here for a while. Salazar seemed like a fun guy.

Somehow Harry started to talk about all his adventures and he had so much fun, that he didn't notice how the hours flew by and the sun rose. When he finally used a Tempus spell, he cursed. It was seven a.m. Pomfrey would kill him. She always did her round at seven a.m.

"Oh shit! I'm late! Pomfrey will kill me!" Harry muttered and jumped out of his chair.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Salazar asked surprised.

"I have to go back to the hospital wing. I see you later, Salazar." Harry replied hastily.

"All right. I look forward to your next visit. Layla will lead you back to the hospital wing." Salazar grinned and waved.

"Thank you!" Harry's eyes widened when he saw a black snake slithering out the corner. When she moved into the soft sunlight, her scales were glittering, casting various colors on the wall, including black and purple. Her eyes were cobalt blue and she stared at Harry who was mesmerized by her beauty.

"You are very beautiful, Layla." Harry spoke in Parseltongue.

Salazar raised an eyebrow and smirked when he heard Harry hissing. Who claims that boy belongs in Gryffindor, obviously doesn't know him well, he thought smugly.

"Thank you, master Harry. Please follow me. I will bring you back to your nest." Layla hissed back and started to slither out the small hallway.

Harry didn't have a clue as to how she managed it, but Layla was able to climb up the stairs until they reached the seventh floor.

She stopped a few feet away from the door of the infirmary. "If you want to visit Master Salazar again, your companion, Garin, will lead you to him. Until then, farewell, Master Harry." Layla hissed and disappeared into a crack in the wall.

Harry folded his invisibility cloak and shrunk it before putting it into his breast pocket of his pajamas. Nervously he opened the door and gulped when he was met with Pomfrey's furious eyes.

"Where have you been, Mister Potter? You were supposed to be in bed." Her eyes narrowed and she tapped his foot and placed her hands on her hips.

"Euh, well, I …" Harry stammered, trying to find a good excuse – which did not involve meeting Salazar's painting. That would be difficult to explain.

"Well, what, Mister Potter? I want an answer." Pomfrey huffed.

"I went … for a walk. I wanted to stretch my legs a bit." Harry lied quickly.

"You went for a walk."

Harry nodded.

"When did you go for a walk?" Pomfrey asked suspiciously.

"Oh, euhm, I don't know how late it was, but the sun was just rising up." Harry answered and crossed his fingers behind his back.

"Hm. I suppose I have to believe you. Now, sit down. I want to check your ribs." Pomfrey sighed and ushered him to his bed.

Pomfrey poked and prodded at him for a quarter of an hour before she was finally satisfied.

Before she released him, she still had one order for him. "Your ribs are healed, but you have to eat more. You're still a bit underweight."

"Yes, madam Pomfrey." Harry nodded, just like he did every time she mentioned his weight.

She huffed, but went into her office, leaving Harry free to depart.

Harry grabbed his bag and walked out of the hospital wing.

"Harry, I just came to pick you up." Draco smiled when he arrived on the top of the stairs.

Harry blushed. "I thought you weren't a morning person?" He asked to distract himself in an attempt to stop thinking about the maybe – kiss he had received last night.

Draco shrugged. "For some people I make an exception." He winked.

Harry blushed harder.

"Are your ribs fully healed?" Draco asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

Harry nodded smiling. "Yeah, the potions did their job."

"Good." Draco nodded and then promptly smacked Harry on his head.

"Ow shit! Why did you do that?" Harry exclaimed and rubbed his sore spot.

"That's because you were so stupid to keep flying when you were hurt, idiot." Draco growled and they ascended from another stair.

"But we won." Harry pouted, not seeing the problem.

"Yes, but you had four broken ribs. Next time you pull a stunt like that, I will personally kick your ass." Draco scowled and crossed his arms.

Harry chuckled. "I'm happy to see you too."

Draco rolled his eyes, but smiled.

They were nearly at the stairs of the third floor, when they heard two voices arguing. They peeked around the corner and saw Snape and McGonagall standing in the middle of the hallway.

"Severus, I already punished him. There is no need for you to give a punishment too." McGonagall said annoyed.

"He attacked one of my students. If Potter hadn't been that low to the ground he could have been severely injured. The game had ended – there was no need for Weasley to slam a Bludger in Potter's direction. If you ask me, it seemed as if Weasley wanted to get rid of Potter." Snape replied calmly, but his body was tense. "A simple reduction of points will not suffice in this case."

"You make it sound as if he wanted to kill Potter!" McGonagall exclaimed shocked. "I admit that Weasley was severely in fault, but he would never kill Potter! They were friends."

Harry's eyes widened. It had been Ron who slammed the second Bludger to him. Had he been that angry that he lost that he saw the need to get revenge? How had it come to this? His chance to rekindle their friendship later was now completely gone. His jaw tightened; if Ron would act like an asshole, then so be it. It had been stupid of him to think that they could be friends again one day. He really should stop caring for people who loathed him now.

He startled when a warm slender hand gripped his. He looked up and saw Draco smiling weakly at him and he felt him giving him a squeeze. He smiled softly back and squeezed back. At least he still had Draco as his friend.

He focused again on the conversation.

"You used the past tense correctly, Minerva. Their friendship died a long time ago. I don't care if I have your permission or not, I will punish Weasley in a way that fits his fault." Snape replied.

"Since when do you care about Potter? I thought you loathed each other." McGonagall asked confused.

"He is one of my students. And he can be smart if he wants to be. It seems that Mister Malfoy had a better influence on him than that Weasley boy." Harry could perfectly picture the smirk that, without a doubt, was on Snape's face.

McGonagall humphed, but didn't reply.

"If you will excuse me, it's time for breakfast." They heard him walking to the stairs and then he stopped. "Oh, and Minerva?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"We won the game. Gryffindor lost."

Draco and Harry had to stifle their chuckles. Snape was really enjoying rubbing it in McGonagall's face.

They waited until they didn't hear their professors anymore, before walking around the corner – and abruptly bumped into a black clothed chest.

"Done with eavesdropping?" Snape's voice drawled.

"Good morning, uncle Sev." Draco smiled innocently, not in the least bit ashamed of getting caught.

"How did you know we were here, professor?" Harry blushed at being caught.

"I possess ears, Potter. I heard your chatter and your footsteps." Snape replied and he sounded amused.

"What punishment will you give the Weasel, Sev?" Draco asked, eager for revenge.

Snape glanced apprehensively at Harry.

Harry, understanding Snape's look, shrugged. "You can give any punishment you want, sir. I don't care."

"Maybe there is hope for you after all." Snape smirked. "While I think about a suitable punishment, I have to bring Potter to the mutt and the wolf."

"Can I come too?" Draco asked immediately.

"I suppose so. Your father is there too."

"My father? Why is he here?" Draco asked surprised while they walked further into the hallway.

"I don't know." Snape answered tonelessly.

Both boys narrowed their eyes. They knew that Snape knew why Lucius was here.

They arrived at the portrait guarding Remus' quarters.

"It's good to see you are healthy again, young man." The man in the portrait smiled.

"Thank you, sir." Harry smiled.

"I assume you want to enter?" The man smiled.

The group nodded.

With a nod, the portrait opened.

Harry was immediately engulfed in a big hug when he walked in the room.

"Sirius, don't suffocate him. Pomfrey won't like it if he ends up in her ward again." Remus' amused voice spoke up.

"Shut up. If I want to hug my godson, then I hug him." Sirius replied, but released him.

Sirius nodded at Snape and Draco, before steering Harry off to the couch to sit between Sirius and Remus. The table in front of him was loaded with all kinds of food.

"We already ordered breakfast. You can choose whatever you want, cub." Remus smiled, though he looked a bit tired. Harry realized it was only a week before the full moon.

Snape chose to stand against a wall, next to a window, but Draco went to sit next to Lucius in a chair.

"Good morning, Lucius." Harry smiled while trying to decide what he would eat.

Lucius smiled back. "Good morning, Harry. I heard you had an accident yesterday."

"Yeah, but I'm fine. The potions did their work." Harry shrugged.

"That Weasley boy is working on my nerves." Sirius muttered darkly.

"Don't worry. I will give him a suitable punishment." Snape smirked.

Sirius chuckled darkly. "I don't doubt it."

"Father, if you don't mind me asking, why are you here?" Draco asked curiously.

"Just catching up with Severus and visiting you." Lucius chuckled, but his eyes were concerned.

Harry and Draco looked at each other; something was going on here.

A peck on the window startled them and Snape opened the window to let an old owl in, carrying a red letter. Harry stared at the letter when the owl stuck his leg out. Who would have sent him a Howler?

"A Howler?" Lucius muttered. "What did you do?"

Harry shrugged helplessly, but released the owl from his burden.

"HARRY POTTER! RON SENT ME A LETTER AND I'M APPALLED AT THE THINGS I READ!" Molly Weasley's shrill voice made everyone wince. Harry went pale. "HOW DARE YOU RUB IT IN RON'S FACE THAT HE WAS SECOND CHOICE FOR THE CAPTAIN POSITION? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT! AND HOW DARE YOU HURT HERMIONE WITH YOUR MAGIC WHEN SHE WANTED TO HELP YOU? THAT SWEET GIRL DIDN'T DESERVE THAT. AND MY POOR GINNY! RON WROTE ME THAT YOU BROKE HER HEART. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH SHE LOVES YOU. YOU COULD AT LEAST GIVE HER A CHANCE! RIGHT FROM THE START I KNEW THAT MALFOY BOY HAD A BAD INFLUENCE ON YOU. YOU NEED TO END THIS SO CALLED FRIENDSHIP BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE! RON AND HERMIONE ARE YOUR REAL FRIENDS. I'M DEEPLY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, HARRY. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A SLYTHERIN NOW, IT DOESN'T MAKE YOU BETTER. YOU NEED TO APOLOGIZE TO RON, HERMIONE AND GINNY. AND IF I EVER HEAR AGAIN YOU BLAME RON WHEN YOU MAKE A MISTAKE IN QUIDDITCH, I WILL PERSONALLY COME TO HOGWARTS TO SET YOU STRAIGHT! CEASE YOUR ARROGANCE NOW, YOUNG MAN AND I MIGHT FORGIVE YOU." After that, the letter exploded.

Before anyone could react, Harry hissed with his fists clenched, "What an asshole! I can't believe he – how dare he? Writing to his mum; what is he? A kid? That bastard!" He was so pissed off he couldn't find words worse enough to describe Ron.

"That was really low and immature of the Weasley boy." Lucius frowned.

"Weasley has just dug himself in a worse position." Snape muttered.

"We'll deal with Molly. Don't listen to what she says, Harry." Remus soothed, though inside he was seething. He wanted to hurt both Ron and Molly for hurting Harry like this.

"I wasn't planning to. I'm only planning to hex the shit out of Ron when I see him again." Harry growled.

"We didn't hear that and conveniently we won't be there when you happen to see him." Sirius smirked.

Sapphire purred and sprang on Harry's lap. Garin slithered his way up to his neck and Ruby settled against Harry's legs.

At seeing his snake, Harry suddenly remembered the portrait of Salazar Slytherin. It would be easier if he could talk to Salazar in a room instead of a dark hallway.

"Euhm, I need to tell you something, guys." Harry began, after he had finished his breakfast.

They looked up. "What is it, cub?" Remus asked curiously.

Harry began to fidget and looked at Sapphire on his lap. "You see, last night, I couldn't sleep and I went for a walk."

"After curfew?" Sirius asked amused.

"Not per se after curfew, because it was nearly morning." Harry defended himself. Snape and Lucius smirked at each other. "Anyway, I stopped in an unused hallway, but when I wanted to go back, a portrait stopped me."

Sirius frowned. "Which portrait?"

"The portrait of Salazar Slytherin."

"You're joking, right?" Draco asked incredulously.

Harry shook his head. "No, I really talked with him last night. His snake, Layla, brought me back to the hospital wing."

"What did you talk about?" Lucius asked curiously.

Harry explained about the information on Dumbledore and the talk he had had afterwards.

"So Dumbledore got fed up with the Founders and separated and hid them." Remus mused.

Harry nodded.

"You know, it could be useful if we had one of the Founders on our side – even if it is a portrait." Lucius commented idly.

Snape threw a sharp look at him. "Are you saying that we should remove that portrait from that hallway?" Lucius nodded, lightly smirking. "If we do that, where will we hide his portrait? I'm sure Dumbledore would have a fit if he saw the portrait."

"Your quarters are well protected. The old coot wouldn't be able to enter without your permission." Lucius pointed out.

"Fine, but Potter has to lead the way." Snape sighed.

"I'll come too." Lucius offered.

"I guess two adults are enough. Remmy and I will send a reply to Molly." Sirius smirked viciously.

"I'll go with you." Draco hurriedly said to Harry.

They said their goodbyes to Sirius and Remus and together with Harry's pets, they left Remus' quarters.

"Garin, Salazar Slytherin said that you could help me find him. Will you help me?" Harry hissed.

"Of course, master Harry." Garin hissed back and slithered down. "Follow me, please."

"Come on, Garin will lead us the way." Harry explained and followed his snake.

"Dear Merlin, we are following a snake to find Slytherin's portrait." Snape muttered. Lucius smirked.

Eventually, Garin led them into the abandoned hallway Harry recognized.

"Harry, I see you brought some people with you."

Everyone, except Harry, startled when they heard a smooth voice drawling.

Harry smiled and approached the portrait. "Yes, I hope you don't mind."

Salazar snorted. "As long as I don't have to see Dumbles' face, I'm fine."

Draco snickered at the nickname for Dumbledore.

"Now why don't you introduce me to your friends?" Salazar smiled.

After the introductions were done – Salazar was delighted to hear they were from his House – Harry explained why he had brought the others with him.

"Finally, I get to see more than some desks and chairs!" Salazar chuckled and rubbed in his hands.

Lucius and Snape carefully picked up the painting and Harry asked, "Don't you need to call Layla?"

"No need. Layla will find me wherever I am." Salazar smirked.

Harry nodded and brought Garin to his neck. He and Draco led the way to Snape's quarters, all the while checking if nobody saw them.

Snape muttered the password and somehow they managed to hang the portrait up on the wall. Salazar walked around in his portrait to see if everything was still in place. His portrait hung now in Snape's private quarters considering nobody came in here without Snape's permission.

"Now this is much better." Salazar said satisfied.

"Boys, it's time you went back to your dorms. I'm sure the other Slytherins will be pleased to see you're still alive, Potter." Snape said dryly.

"I'll talk to you another time, Salazar." Harry smiled.

"I look forward to it." Salazar smirked. Ah, the things he could do now that he had contact with the wall. Maybe it was time he started to annoy old Dumbles again. He smirked and contemplated which painting he would visit next.

"Oh, and Potter? Our next meeting will take place next Saturday at two p.m. Don't be late." Snape warned.

Harry groaned, but nodded. It wasn't as if he had a choice anyway.

"Come on, Harry, Slytherin has waited to have the party until you were out the hospital wing." Draco grinned and slung an arm around Harry's shoulder. "I'll see you later, father."

Lucius nodded and watched how his son dragged Harry away.

"Can you tell me the real reason why you are here?" Snape asked when they retreated to his small living room.

Lucius' face went grave. "It's about Voldemort."

Snape's eyes darkened. This wouldn't be a pleasant conversation.

"So, have I made you Slytherin enough to want to take revenge on Weasley?" Draco asked casually while they were making their way to their dorms.

Suddenly a smirk appeared on Harry's face. "I have an idea."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Do tell."

"Well, I was thinking about…"

By the time Harry was done explaining his idea, an evil glint had appeared in Draco's eyes and he was enjoying the mental image it had brought in his mind. Oh yes, this was certainly a revenge worth of a Slytherin.

The next morning when they bumped into a smirking Ron on their way to their table for breakfast, the only reaction he received from Harry was a shown middle finger.

But the most pleasant part of the morning was when Snape told Ron in a clear voice what his punishment was: he had to mown the Quidditch field without magic and without any help and he had to clean all the brooms with his bare hands. When he was done with that, he had detention with Snape for four nights. Ron had never been so red as then. When he and Hermione glared at Harry, he only smirked and waved. If Ron wanted to play dirty, then he would have to prepare himself. After all Harry was the godson and the son of the Marauders. He still had a prank to play on Ron.

Together with the help of Remus, Sirius and Snape, he had constructed a prank based on Ron's fear of spiders and humiliation. Harry had explained a part of his plan to Snape when he went to visit Salazar on Tuesday and surprisingly Snape was willing to help. Together with Snape's and Draco's help, Harry made a potion that would attract spiders. Blaise, who was more than willing to help, would spill it on Ron with the next Potions lesson.

The last part of his plan, he made with the help of Sirius and Remus, who were very eager to help their godson get revenge. It was a spell that the Marauders had created. When cast on the victim, it would create an illusion. Other people would see the victim naked or dressed in ridiculous clothes – all without the knowledge of the victim of course. The only thing he would see was his own clothes. The spell lasted for two days.

That Thursday, Harry casted the spell on Ron when he was behind him in a hallway and Blaise managed to spill a bit of the potion on Ron while they had Potions. Harry thought he would crack a rib from all his laughter when he saw the result of his prank. Not only was Ron running around in panic because there were spiders trailing him, but the whole school could see him naked or dressed in a clown's costume. Ron didn't have a clue as to why he suddenly was attracting spiders or why the whole school was laughing at him. The Slytherins however congratulated Harry on his prank and Snape and Remus even gave him points.

However, Harry dreaded Saturday. He had kind of hoped that Snape had forgotten about talking. Draco dropped him off at Snape's quarters with the promise he would go flying with Harry after he had talked with Snape.

With a sigh, Harry knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Harry walked into the private quarters of Snape, but stopped when he saw Remus sitting there on the couch with Snape in another chair.

"I'm sorry I interrupted your conversation. I can come back later." Harry said hastily, seeing his chance to escape. When he turned around to escape, Snape closed the door with a wave of his wand.

"You didn't interrupt anything. The wolf is here for your benefit." Snape smirked.

"You enjoy torturing me under the pretense of helping me, don't you?" Harry muttered darkly and crossed his arms.

"I want to help you, cub, but if I don't know what the Dursleys did to you, then I can't help you." Remus soothed and then patted the place next to him on the couch.

"Where is Sirius?" Harry asked, still standing.

"He stayed back to correct homework, but he promised to be here the next time." Remus replied.

"Who says there is going to be a next time?" Harry mumbled.

"I do. I know that one time isn't enough to discuss all your problems. Now sit down next to the wolf and start talking before I force Veritaserum down your throat." Snape answered calmly.

Harry scowled, but complied.

"What do I have to talk about?" Harry said with a resigned face.

"Your school time before you went to Hogwarts. Or something else. As long as you start talking." Snape said and leaned back in his chair.

Harry bit on his lip, but started talking about his life in school. He didn't look Remus or Snape in the eyes while he talked about the fact that his aunt only had sent him to school because the neighbors had been pestering her about that; how he had to make most of Dudley's homework so that his cousin had more free time to play; the fact that he never had any friends in school because Dudley had made it quite clear that everyone associating with the 'freak' would be punished…

After a while, he somehow ended up cuddled against Remus' side while Remus was rubbing his shoulder and back. Eventually he didn't have more to tell him and just laid his head on Remus' shoulder. He startled when a mug with hot chocolate milk appeared in his sight.

"Take it." Snape ordered him gently.

Harry nodded and accepted the mug.

"I know this must have been hard for you, but you will understand that this will be better for you in the long run. Now, what do you say of having a conversation like this one, every week around this hour on Saturday?" Snape asked for once in a soft voice.

If Harry hadn't been so tired from reliving his memories he would have been freaked out by the gentleness of Snape. The only thing he did was nodding.

"All right, you can go now. I'm sure Draco is waiting for you." Remus smiled.

Harry nodded and walked out of the room.

"Somehow I get the feeling this wasn't the worst thing those Muggles did to him." Snape muttered when Harry was gone.

Remus sighed. "I have that feeling too. I suppose we will hear it in the next weeks."

The weeks went by. Harry went to Snape every Saturday to talk about his life with the Dursleys with the support of Sirius and Remus. When they visited Hogsmead, Harry found the perfect Christmas presents for his family. Of course this included Draco – and after hesitating Lucius and even Snape (the man did an effort to help him and was actually pleasant towards him now) – too.

Harry would spend the first few days of the Christmas holiday alone with Remus and Sirius in a house near the edge of London. Afterwards Draco would join him, together with Lucius and Snape. Harry suspected Snape was somehow threatened by the Malfoys. He just hoped he had bought the right gifts for them.

Eventually it was time for the students to go home for the holidays. Harry was very excited seeing as this was the first time he would spend his holiday elsewhere instead of staying in Hogwarts. They took the train back to platform three quarters. Both boys gave each other a hug when they departed with their family.

"I see you in a few days, Harry." Draco whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry shivered when Draco's hot breath caressed his ear and was thankful for the strong wind that masked his blush. "Yeah, see you then."

Sirius Apparated with Harry to their home with Remus following behind him. It was the house James had given to Remus. It looked small on the outside, but the inside was magically enlarged, so that there would be enough rooms to house everyone. The first night was spent building the Christmas tree and decorating the whole house.

Harry was so tired that he had expected to fall asleep immediately, but instead he was wide awake. It was irritating that he was still thinking about his kiss with Draco. Why couldn't he let go of that one? And why was he so disappointed when Draco suggested he forget their kiss? Harry retreated to the living room and sat in front of the fire, thinking about Draco and why he couldn't stop thinking about him. Harry blushed when he remembered their kiss and the many hugs he had received. Why did those feel so good?

The sun had just rising up in the sky, coloring the sky rose when it suddenly dawned on Harry why he couldn't let go of that kiss. Why he felt so good with Draco.

Remus found Harry sitting in the couch with wide eyes and a shocked face.

"Harry, cub, what's wrong?" He asked worried.

Harry couldn't answer. He now understood why he couldn't stop thinking about Draco. He was in love with Draco.

AN2: So there you have it ^^ He finally realizes his feelings.

For the readers of The truth always surfaces: this Friday I'm finally going to post the epilogues, including the lemons.

I hope you liked it! Please leave your thoughts behind in a review!

See you all this Friday again!

Love and cuddles

Melissa
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