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Truth be told	By : lonlydragonbrde Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I do not own any of these characters and in no way am I profiting from this story. All characters are the sole property of JK Rolling. This story is merely for enjoyment.

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Chapter 3

Draco sat in front of the Slytherin common room fire; he had managed to keep everyone away with threats of death if they disturbed him. After he returned from the black lake he couldn’t get the look of horror that had been on Harry’s face out of his mind. He was terrified that Draco knew his secrets, Draco wanted so badly to tear into the. Pages of the journal and have it divulge all of the brunette’s deepest, darkest secrets; after all the more he knew about the boy who lived the more he could take to Voldemort when he was marked. Draco found that the first several pages were songs, some sappy, others were more like the first very cryptic and yet others had a darkness to them that seemed to bother even Draco. He turned the pages in the book slowly, studying the sloping, curvy writing that was distinctly Harry’s. Draco froze as he reached a page that had blood droplets staining it. The words had been smudged slightly but Draco could tell it was one on Harry’s darker songs and by the looks of it he had enacted the emotions in this song at least once. Slowly he read and reread through the words on the page.

Through early morning fog I see

visions of the things to be

the pains that are withheld for me

I realize and I can see...

that suicide is painless

It brings on many changes

and I can take or leave it if I please.

I try to find a way to make

all our little joys relate

without that ever-present hate

but now I know that it's too late, and...

The game of life is hard to play

I'm gonna lose it anyway

The losing card I'll someday lay

so this is all I have to say.

A chill ran through Draco as he mouthed the words to the song. Harry Potter, the golden boy, the boy who lived; was suicidal? It just didn’t add up to Draco. Harry always seemed so happy with his life, especially when he was with the weasel and the mudblood, and yet right here Draco held the proof that the chosen one slit his wrists, proof that he bled for release. Draco pulled back the sleeve of his robes and looked at the fading scars, he had dark secrets too, he could relate to Harry’s pain; at least that’s what Draco told himself. He closed the journal and slipped it into his bag along with his own journal; he wasn’t going to let it out of his possession for anything. Draco stood and walked as if in a trance back to his private prefect dorm to think.

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“Potter, Malfoy; I would like a word with you.” Snape’s cold voice called out as the students filed out of the dungeon that served as the potions classroom.

With a heavy sigh Harry hung his head and dropped his bag on the floor sinking back into his chair.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll see you later.” He called to Ron and Hermione, who looked at him sadly before moving swiftly from the room.

Draco sat down opposite Harry a light smirk gracing his lips at the thought of the journal tucked safely away in his bag.

“Potter the lack of your essay today has made me realize that you have no true passion for the subtle art of potions, this is why I have asked Mr. Malfoy to tutor you for the remainder of the year. The two of you will work on every class assignment and every project for this class together.”

As the words left Snape’s mouth Harry’s face fell; the rest of the year paired to Malfoy. Draco let his face darken slightly to conceal the fact that he couldn’t be happier that he was going to be working closely with the brunette, very closely. Draco had plans for Harry, and not all of them dealt with Potions essays. Harry looked at Draco and was not relieved by the look he saw there. Draco’s face had not changed its expression but his eyes burned with ill thoughts. Harry hung his head, gathered his bag and slid out of the potion class, Draco not far behind.

“Potter!” Draco called from half way behind the brunette, trying to sound annoyed; “I’ll send you an owl later to tell you where to meet me, when and what to bring so we can get this started.” Shoving past Harry, Draco ascended the stairs, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips as various wicked thoughts raced around his brain. Harry made his way numbly to the Great hall for lunch.

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When Harry caught up with Ron and Hermione they were in the great hall waiting for him. Harry briefly explained what Snape had wanted and that Draco would be his permanent partner for potions classes and with a growing knot in his stomach Harry looked at Hermione to state that he would be having private tutoring secessions with Draco several times a week. “Could have been worse.” She said offering a weak smile as she grabbed her bag and turned to leave, “I’m off to the library; we’re done for the day so I thought I would get some work done before our trip to Hogsmead this weekend.” And with that Hermione disappeared through the entrance hall doors, just as Draco was entering. Draco saw Harry still at the Gryffindor table. Draco walked over humming the dark song he recently discovered in Harry’s journal, he dropped the letter with the information on their first meeting on the plate in front of Harry and smirked inwardly as he watched the brunettes face falter and turn deathly pale as the hymn connected. Draco stopped humming long enough to tell Harry in a voice only he could hear, “I keep coming across these lyrics in the common room; wonder who keeps posting these though, interesting lyrics...”

When Harry turned to look at Draco, he was gone. He had left the great hall and hadn’t even stayed long enough to eat. Harry snatched up the letter that Draco dropped and stood, making his way to the Gryffindor common room and a nice hot shower. Harry dropped the letter on his four-poster bed and striped out of his robes, the sound of the shower beckoned him towards relief. Harry moved numbly and collapsed to the floor as soon as he felt the hot spray of the water hit his skin. Harry sat in a heap on the shower floor, his body wracked by sobs. Someone in the Slytherin common room had his journal, not only did they have it but they were removing pages or copping pages out of it and posting them in the common room for the other Slytherins to see. From what Harry had heard Draco singing and humming they hadn’t gotten too far into his journal so they didn’t know about his feelings for a certain Slytherin yet, or at least they hadn’t posted it yet. Harry lay on the floor of the shower till the water turned cold. Harry drug himself up to stand. He wrapped a towel around himself. He sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled at the parchment Draco had left him.

“Meet me tonight at 8pm outside the library, bring your wand and quill.

-DM ”

Harry looked at his clock, he had 3 hours before he had to meet Draco at the library; he lay back on his bed and pulled the notebook that was serving as his journal for the time being out from under his pillow. Taking a deep shaky breath Harry began to write about the day’s emotionally taxing events.

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As Harry lay in bed writing Draco sat in the Slytherin common room thinking of what his plans where for his brunette tonight, his fingers lazily drawing patterns on the soft cover of Harry’s journal. Draco hadn’t been anywhere without, it could usually be found in the front pocket of his robes, as close to his body as he could physically get it with it being awkward. Draco had gone all day with his thoughts pulling towards the brunette, it had even almost cost him house points at one point because he had been so distracted by the brunette that he had not been paying attention to professor Binns. Luckily the object of Draco’s distraction happened to be the answer to the question that he was asked. The fact that Draco had taken to thinking of Harry as “his” should have repulsed him, at the very least left him questioning himself, but Draco found that just as admitting to himself the fact he was gay; the thought of the “Golden Boy” thrilling and more pleasant than he ever thought or would ever admit aloud. The sound of his name pulled Draco out of his day dreams yet again, He looked up to see Millicent standing over him calling his name.

“Draco!” she shouted, her hands on her hips, and a scowl on her lips.

“What the bloody hell do you want wench! And stop shouting my name.” he said as he stood up, his hand brushing his pocket to ensure the journal was still there. We have been looking all over for you Draco, where have you been and just what has gotten you all distracted lately?” Millicent asked as she eyed the bulge the journal made in Draco’s robes. “We’ve wanted to have a word with you; we think that this tutoring assignment that Snape gave you is a great opportunity to make the golden boy look bad.” She said after not receiving a response from Draco.

He looked at her, no expression on his face and simply stated “No.” He grabbed his bag and looking at the clock determined he had just enough time to make it to the library to meet Potter. Millicent stood blocking the portrait hole.

“What do you mean no?” She asked bewildered “Normally you would have jumped on the chance to humiliate Potter. What’s happened to you Draco or have you just gone soft?” An evil look glinting in her eyes.

Draco turned to her, loathing coursing through his veins, “Look here, I will not make a mockery of Potter for your pleasure, if I decide to humiliate Potter it will be for my own gain, not yours Millicent, now get out of my way.” And with that Draco shoved her aside and stepped though the opening, disappearing through the portrait hole.

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Harry stood outside the entrance to the library waiting for Draco, it was already ten after eight, and Draco had not arrived as of yet. Just as Harry was considering returning to the dormitory Draco rounded the corner and came into view. Harry shrugged into his backpack and shifted slightly trying to tame the conflicting emotions surging through him as Draco drew nearer.

“Come on Potter, follow me.” Draco said as he walked into the library and moved toward the back, where it was quiet and empty. Harry followed noting how the whole library seemed deserted, Draco could do pretty much anything to Harry here and no one would be the wiser. Harry swallowed hard as that thought danced in his mind, and he willed his feet to keep moving forward. Draco sat down in a squishy arm chair, Harry followed suit. Draco looked at Harry, everything he was going to say and wanted to say or could say to harm Harry melted on his tongue.

“Okay Potter, Here’s the deal, Professor Snape assigned you to me because apparently you haven’t been completing work or just barely passing any of the group assignments. This is more than likely because of the weasel and mudblood.” Draco paused slightly to glance at Harry to see how his words affected him before carrying on. “So, I propose that we meet at least twice a week of not three to get you caught up to speed and your work up to par before the OWLs at the end of the year. I’ll need to get a copy of your schedule as will you get a copy of mine so that we can coordinate meeting times and places. If need be we will make arrangements to meet up in the evenings.”

Harry nodded “Fine by me. When did you want to get a copy of my schedule?”

“As soon as you can get it to me, I think we should also set a guaranteed time on Mondays that we will meet up to exchange schedules and set arrangements for the week.” When Draco had finished he reached into his bag and pulled out a slip of parchment that he had drawn up earlier, “Here, this is my schedule and the times that I am available to meet for tutoring lessons.” He handed the slip to Harry.

Harry accepted the slip of parchment, his fingers grazing Draco’s as he took hold. A slight pink tinge graced both boys cheeks, Draco recovered faster than Harry so he began speaking again. “I will speak to Professor Snape and see if once a week we can have access to one of the potion dungeons to get some practical work in, that way were not doing all book work.”

Harry nodded again, he tucked Draco’s schedule into his pocket, “If you want we can meet up in Hogsmead tomorrow afternoon at the Hog’s Head, We can work out a schedule for meeting up and studying.”

Draco’s reply came softly and quickly as he stood, “Sounds good, two o’clock tomorrow at the Hog’s Head; and you better not be late Har-Potter”

Draco grabbed his bag and slid from the library as quickly as possible, being so close to the brunette was more taxing then he imagined, considering his new found attachment to the boy. Harry was left standing alone in the empty library with his mixed emotions and thoughts.

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Draco walked slowly back down to the Slytherin common room and into his four-poster bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow Draco slid Harry’s journal out from his pocket and flipped it open to the last point he had read. Draco lay in bed for several hours poring over Harry’s journal, pages and pages of poems, song lyrics, and ramblings similar to everything Draco had read before. Draco suddenly froze; he could not find the will to do anything more than read the same line of the journal over and over again, a confession Draco never would have expected to be made by the boy who lived, yet there it was clear as day Draco’s eyes were transfixed on the words that we so clearly Harry’s

“I don’t know what to do, I think I’m gay…..That’s not right, I don’t think, I know…but how do I go about telling Hermione and Ron? I think Hermione would understand, she may be able to help me explain it to Ron, but I don’t think I can tell him just yet who has my heart, he wouldn’t be able to accept that it’s a Slytherin…”

The words on the page ended there, Draco swallowed hard, the golden boy was gay; and not only was he gay but he had feelings for a Slytherin. Draco’s heart pounded in his ears. “Whoever it is, they can’t have him, he’s mine” As the words left Draco’s lips he couldn’t believe himself, more over he couldn’t believe he had said them aloud. Draco closed Harry’s journal and closed his eyes, had reading the journal tied him to Harry more than he already was. Draco let out a breath he hadn’t been aware he had been holding and decided that he would just make Harry see that whoever it was he thought he had feelings for was not good enough for Draco’s golden boy. In less than a week he had gone from hating Potter with a vengeance, to realizing he was actually attracted to Potter, to the realizing with more horror that it wasn't just lust or a crush. He couldn't bring himself to actually say the word but he knew how he felt. Draco pulled out his journal and began to write;

“I...I want to hold Potter...to pull the little raven-haired boy close to me, to hold him, to protect him and keep him safe. To never let Potter go; and I want him to feel the same way about me, and so help me I could never be a D.E. now, not knowing what “HE” plans to do with my Raven.”

Draco sighed and closed his journal dropping it into his bag next to Harry’s. He shook his head and decided that sleep would be good at this point.

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Harry made his way out of the library slowly; he hated to admit it even to his self but failing potions and be forced to work with the blonde may not be a bad thing; Harry knew if he had his journal he would have no problem confessing that he was incredibly fascinated with Draco and wanted to do nothing more that pull him close and do wicked things and to with the Slytherin. Harry climbed through the portrait hole and up the winding stairs to the boy’s dormitory; Harry wanted nothing more than to write in his temporary journal and then take a nice long shower where the smell of Draco would stir certain feelings in him. Harry pulled the piece of parchment that Draco had given him out of his pocket; it looked to him like they had some mutual time off; that would make this potions issue a little easier. Shaking his head Harry took off towards the showers; he stood under the spray of the shower for hours letting the water wash over him; Harry didn’t know what to do anymore he was going to be spending a lot of time with a certain blonde that made his blood boil and his cock grow hard and heavy. Harry wrapped his hand around his weeping cock and slowly began to stroke. The water acting as a lubricant making Harry’s hand glide over the hardened muscle without issue; he stood there imagining that it was Draco’s hand on his cock, that it was Draco who was teasing Harry and that it was Draco making him want to climax and succumb to the other boy’s passion. Harry tilted his head back as his breath became shorter and came biting his lip to refrain himself from howling out Malfoy’s name he climaxed and sank to the tiled floor as all his remaining energy seeped out of him, leaving him weak and drained. Taking a moment to collect himself Harry finished showering and slipped off to bed where he hoped his mind would wander to something other than the blonde who made him so tense and hot.

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The song bits featured here are from Suicide is Painless the theme song from MASH; I am in no way profiting from its use.
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