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Auld
Lang Syne by
Nymphy Fate.

Summary: After
failing Potions, Snape sets Harry up with a tutor, Draco Malfoy. Becoming friends with him seems like the best
thing in the world for them, seeing as Harry is in love with him. Contains Slytherin!Harry, Top!Draco, Slut!Draco, Loving!Harry. R&R

Pairing: Harry/Draco.

Rating: M,
for swearing and sexual situations.

Warning: Slash. Meaning boy on boy lovin�. Don�t
like it? Leave, please/thanks. :D

Timing: Year
6. Pretend HBP never happened, k? K.

A/N: Woo
hoooooo�!! XD Next chaptteerrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!
-is completely excited-
-squeals- LMAO This update is coming a bit quicker than the
past few, even though I�ve been busy with Thanksgiving. Is it just me or does it seem
like there�s no one out here who have been updating lately�?? -shrugs-
Anywhore, I should be updating pretty quickly
after this, although that�s kinda hard to determine,
since I�m in college now and it�s hard to tell when the hell we�re going
to get spur-of-the-moment assignments.
Ugh. Review, please?

P.S. Thanks soooooooooo much for all the reviews so far, that was the
most reviews I�ve gotten on a chapter so far�!!
-feels special-
LMAO lol
XD

DISCLAIMER: I
am not JK Rowling. If I were her,
I�d be a millionaire. Which
isn�t true. So I�m not�!! Hoorah!!
-insert loads of sarcasm here- No profit is made.

--

�You ready?� he asked, as we
stood in front of the mirrors in his - our, I
had to remind myself - dorm room. I was
turning around, trying to catch a glimpse of how I looked overall.

I turned to look at Draco, a
sullen look on my face. �They hate
me. I�m not going,� I told him,
feeling like a petulant child, as I slumped onto the bed, crossing my arms over
my chest.

Draco frowned and stalked
over, kneeling in front of me. �Harry. They do not hate you.� I gave him a disbelieving look. �And even if they do� then fuck �em. If they can�t
accept you for who you are, then they don�t
matter. You understand me?� I cracked a small smile. Now here was the guy I loved, the one I would
give up everything else in the world to be with. And he was telling me right then and there
that I should just forget about Ron, and all the other people who hated me for
who I was now, my true self, not some person I�d been pretending to be
for the past five years.

�Yeah, I understand. You�re right, I know you are, it�s just�� I smiled at him again, to let him know I was
alright now.

�Good. Now, let�s go.�

We walked in silence all the
way up to Gryffindor Tower, where the portrait door was open for anyone who
wanted to go to the party.

You could almost feel
the music pulsing on the walls. Some
people were already there, laughing and conversing with each other.

�Harry? Harry!� a joyous voice sounded throughout the
room, and a second later I was almost knocked off balance when a form collided
with me. The person released me from the
embrace after a moment, and I realized finally that it was Hermione. I smiled at her.

Seamus came over, as well as
some more various Gryffindors, among the crowd
Neville, Dean, and Ginny, all of whom I was planning on still staying friends
with even after all that had transpired that day. Seamus looked me up and down, then met my eyes again, smiling appreciatively.

�Harry, you� you look great.� I didn�t miss the lecherous stares that
Seamus, among others, were giving me, and I tried not
to shift uncomfortably in my stance.

�Uhm�� I looked sideways to Draco, who was standing
there with his arms crossed defensively, sending death glares at Seamus and all
others who dared to look at me like that.

�Well I�m afraid Finnigan has a point here, Har. It�s true, you look
bloody fantastic in my clothes.�

That�s right, you heard him
correctly, I was wearing Draco Malfoy�s
clothes. I was dressed in dark blue,
stone-washed jeans, and a not-too-tight-but-not-exactly-loose-either black
shirt with a silver swirl design on the front.
Simple.
Yet apparently, it looked �bloody fantastic� on me. Amazing�

With a startling jolt I
realized that people were lusting after me.
And my body. Oh fuck� Nothing is ever going to be the same, is
it?! I felt like I wanted to hit my head
against the wall for ever getting dressed in this tonight.

I settled for something else
entirely, though.

�Erm�
right,� I said awkwardly, and quickly strode over to the drinks table and took
a shot of some Muggle Vodka.

�Drinking heavily tonight
there, Harry? Planning on getting sick,
are you?� Draco threw down a shot as
well.

�Well you�re one to talk,� I
commented dryly, eyeing him and the shot glass he had just sat down on the
table. He shrugged, smirking
slightly. I leaned in to whisper to him,
outrage clear in my voice. �I can not believe these people�! They�re looking at me like they want to eat
me or something! It�s disgusting!�

�You got that right.� I turned around, only to come face to face
with a clearly repulsed Ron Weasley. �Harry, you look like a bloody whore
tonight�! I can�t believe you would even
think about wearing that, it�s practically a second skin!�

I knew there was a fire in my
eyes, one that had been arising for a long time coming and was only just now
burning like all the depths of hell.

Draco stepped in front of me,
a hateful look on his face. �What
did you call him?� he asked dangerously.

�Oh look, Harry, you�ve
got your own protector now, a boyfriend, hmm? I can only imagine what Sirius would
say if he found out� His
own godson, a bloody pouf. A shirt-lifter. Never
would�ve though you swung that way, Harry.�

�Shut UP! You don�t know what the bloody hell you�re talking
about, Weasel. You don�t know a thing. You were merely an annoyance before, but now
it�s like you�re a fucking disease�!
You�re spreading the Weasel Virus and I would rather not be
infected by it. Leave. Us. Alone.�

�Draco�� I said softly, and
laid a hand on his arm, in hopes of calming him down.

His chest heaved, up and
down, up and down, until he growled, a deep sound low in his chest.

We walked off to a secluded
corner of the room, away from the rest of the party, sitting on one of the
couches and facing each other.

He had his head tilted down
in anger, and I brought my hands up so that I could tip his chin and look into
his eyes. I had a small smile on my
face. �Hey. You okay now?�

He rolled his eyes, but I
could see his slight nod. �I just don�t
understand how you could let him talk to you like that. You aren�t what he says you are�� he said, in
an almost whisper.

�What?� I asked, slightly
confused. �A �whore,� you mean?� Draco nodded, still frowning. �Oh Draco� you should know by now that I don�t
care what other people think. I think
that little display today showed that perfectly well�� I grinned, remembering the re-sorting that I�d
had earlier that day.

�I suppose�� he
shrugged. �How can you just shrug this
whole thing off?� he questioned, incredulous.

�It�s just how I live, I
guess. Not really that
hard, actually.� I shrugged as
well. �Now, come on. Let�s go get some more drinks.�

He stared at me. �I� I don�t understand how you can be so�
happy, and� and so carefree,� he said, obviously bewildered.

I laughed softly. �It�s called living in the moment,
Draco. Haven�t you ever heard the phrase
�Carpe Diem�?�

�Yes,� he answered,
nodding. �But what has that got
to do with anything?�

I leaned forward a little in
my seat on the couch. �You know that if
I ever - for one moment, even - let Voldemort completely control me that
I wouldn�t have a life at all. I�d
spend every moment worrying if he was invading my mind like he was last year,
or if he was just going to come out of the blue and have another go at trying
to kill me; I�d just be one big mess of Harry Worrying Potter. Not fun in the least, I can assure you. So I take chances, I try to live my
life. You could always try doing the
same, you know,� I suggested with a small smile.

He took a deep breath, before
letting it out and looking over my shoulder.
I followed his gaze, to the rest of the party-goers, mainly the ones who
had greeted us earlier at the door. �Yeah,�
he agreed. �I guess I could.�

And with that being said� we
proceeded to waste away into the night, by drinking heavily, of course.

--

We were on top of the
Astronomy Tower, laying on the ground and talking quietly. We�d snuck up there when no one had been
looking, using the Invisibility Cloak.

�Tell me something, Harry,�
Draco said, speaking softly, while staring at the sky, while I,
on the other hand, was staring at him, instead.

�What�s that?�

He paused momentarily.

�Why do you think love is so
hard to find?�

I stared at him for a few
moments, pondering over his musings before finally finding what I hoped
was the correct answer. I looked back at
the moon, lighting up the sky. �Maybe it�s
not that it�s hard to find, but more that it�s hard to keep.�

I stole a glance at him, only
to find him looking back into my eyes as well.
I sighed before continuing.

�Love is a strange thing,
Dray. You can�t choose how it happens,
or who you fall in love with, for that matter.
It�s one of the most powerful emotions - possibly the most
powerful - and we can�t control it. It�s
amazing, and stunning, and wonderful, and frightening all at the same
time. We can�t change how we feel or who
we love, and no one should try and change it for us either. Don�t run or hide from it, in an
effort to try and make it go away. It�ll
still be there waiting for you when you turn around because love� is just love.�

There was a moment of silence
before he spoke. �You�re much smarter
than you let on, Potter,� he quipped, and smiled.

I grinned. �Yes, that has been known to happen every
once in a while.� And I rolled my eyes
halfheartedly.

--

I woke up the next morning
with a pounding headache. And a backache, as well.
I realized right then that we had slept on the Astronomy Tower. Great. My first night as a Slytherin and I didn�t
even sleep in my own bed!

Groggily, I sat up, and
proceeded to shake Draco to get him awake.
If it was anything like the last time I�d tried to do that, he would
call me Blaise again.
What was with that, anyways?
Draco had his own bedroom� Why in
Circe�s name would Zabini be in there� unless�

No. I shook my
head, and started to shake Draco again.

�Mmm�
what�re you doing? What�s going on?� he
mumbled, and wearily blinked open those beautiful stormy grey eyes of his. �Hmm� Harry�?� He seemed confused.

I nodded, and chuckled. �C�mon, wake up. We fell asleep, it�s morning.�

�Where are we?� he questioned
groggily.

�The
Astronomy Tower. Now get up, or we�ll be too late for
breakfast.�

He groaned, and made a
disgusted face. �I don�t think I can eat
anything this morning� I�ll
surely be sick if I do.�

I laughed again at his
revolted expression. �What would you
rather do then? Wait, what day is it
anyway?� I asked as I scrunched my eyebrows together.

He chuckled, and rolled his
eyes. �And you think I�m the slow
one in the morning�� he muttered, but I heard him still, and frowned at his
comment. �It�s Saturday, Har. You know, the
day that comes after Friday? Honestly� Anyway, I suppose we have homework, don�t we?�

I scowled. �That�s no fun, Dray. Hogsmeade, d�you want
to go to Hogsmeade instead, and then when we get back
we can start on our homework? I, for
one, think that sounds like a much better plan��

He smiled. �Sure, Har,
whatever you want. Just don�t come
crying to me on Sunday night when it�s midnight and you�re extremely
tired but can�t go to sleep yet because you haven�t finished your homework.� He grinned, but changed the subject. �You want to head out then? We need to go get ready for the day, and I�d
really like something to get rid of this massive headache. Know any good sobering charms?�

--

We were in the Shrieking
Shack.

�This is where he was hiding
all through third year after he escaped from Azkaban, did you know?� I inquired
softly as I looked around the place and then back at him.

�Uhm� Who was hiding here?�

I swallowed hard. �Sirius,� I whispered, and looked to the
floor, as if it would give me comfort somehow.

Draco stepped up closer to me
and brought my chin up so that I would look him in the eyes. Only then did I realize that tears were
forming in my eyes - he was somewhat blurry through my sight.

�He died because of
me,� I choked out in between sobs. �He did,
just like Cedric in the tournament, and my parents, and� and�� My chest heaved up and down and I found it
was becoming increasingly harder to breathe.

�Harry, it�s� it wasn�t your
fault. You can�t just blame
yourself for everything, there was nothing you could�ve
done about it. Staying in the past will
only make you more miserable than you ought to be, d�you
understand me?� His eyes were so
intense, like a storm cloud, that I found it damn near impossible to deny what
he said; all I could do was nod my head, averting my eyes to the floor.

�You�re right, I know
you are, but it�s just that I can�t change my feelings about the whole thing;
it�s not that easy.�

He nodded. �I know what you mean, just� just try,
okay? You shouldn�t feel this bad about it, it was out of your hands from the beginning. It it�s anybody�s fault, Harry, then blame it on that stupid flat-nosed freak of a wizard on
the loose out there.�

Despite my current mood, his
comment made me smile just the slightest, although my expression and mood
remained the same.

�I guess so� But it�s just that he was pretty much the
last bit of family I had out there; you can�t really count the Dursley�s, not in the least� I just� I feel so alone sometimes, you
know?� I went and sat down in a chair.

He came and sat beside me, on
the arm of the chair and looked down at me.
�You�re not alone though, Harry.
You have so many friends - I don�t think you actually realize how
many you have - and there�s Dumbledore, and Lupin,
and� and there�s me,� he said in such a soft whisper that for a few seconds I
wasn�t sure if I�d heard him correctly or not.

I jerked my head to stare up
at him, only to find him smiling sheepishly and looking on the verge of
tears. Tears? No�
Malfoys don�t cry. It�s like a rule, or something�

�Dray? Are you okay?�

�I�m fine, Harry. Just fine��
He smiled, and attempted to dry his eyes. I had a feeling, though, that just that one
little sentence had meant more than he was letting on.

--

A/N: Yay!! More Ron!bashing�!! -loves the bashing- XD Tee
hee hee� LMAO lol Oh wow. So does anyone else do snippets of chapters
before you actually write the whole chapter, like even months in
advance??! Because I
do. And I�ve just used three -
count �em THREE - in this chapter. OMG. Lol.

Next chapter: Harry and Draco have a �relationships� conversation,
talking about past people they�ve been with; and we get more subtle hints as to
Draco�s feelings for Harry. Merely friendship?
Also, the boys go back to classes on Monday. Will Harry still be with the Gryffindors, or will he go into the Slytherin classes??!
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