Why is Draco always trying to make Harry seem gay? It was one mistake. Don't get him wrong though-there's nothing wrong with gay or being gay but the thing was, he wasn't. Hopefully he can forget about. Continuing to make his way to his own dormitory, he expected Ron to already be there hopefully.

Upon arrival, he was surprised by Neville standing over a weird box.

"Harry! Look at what came." It was a small brown parcel, it was quite suspicious, not too heavy but not light. It didn't shake a lot, it must be something that fit the box quite nicely then.

"Should we wait for the rest of the dorm to open it?" Harry turns to Neville who looked quite worried. Nodding his head, Neville didn't even seem that eager to open it; perhaps even praying to keep it closed. Walking into the bedroom area, he takes off his robe and tie, undo a button or two before jumping onto his bed.

It had been a long day, it was finally nearly dinner time. That means they get an hour before curfew to play around and then they can go to sleep! It was such a fast day, but it could've gone faster. Maybe he should avoid Draco for the rest of the day, just to forget about what has happened. Maybe even Draco will forget if he didn't see Harry.

To be honest, Harry feels like Draco and him became friends- just that Draco won't admit they are friends for some reason. He feels bad, Draco is good, he really was never evil. He was coerced into doing everything bad, his family was literally held at wandpoint. No one could do anything but obey in his situation. He clearly didn't want to do it though, the pain on his face when he saw Harry Potter at the Malfoy mansion, the agony in his face when Hermione was being tortured, it was clear evidence that he was being forced. Besides, he did whatever he could to help. Like lying about Harry Potter being there, throwing his wand to him... He was being demonised by people who didn't even know the full story, who weren't in the front row.

"Bloody Merlin, I've got to stop thinking about it, it's past." Harry shot up out of his bed only to bump his forehead on the double decker bed. Lying right back down, for some reason, he couldn't stop thinking about Draco. It wasn't exactly pity, or sympathy but... he found Draco relatable. He was being made out into something he wasn't; the people around him played a big part in defeating the Dark Lord, it wasn't just Harry Potter.

Grumbling, he wanted to clear his head. Grabbing a shower would help. Walking to the boy's bathroom, Harry trudged grumpily until he reached the tub. Lowering himself into the water, he relaxed a bit, feeling his frustration rise with the steam into the air. At least moaning Myrtle wasn't here today, it would've quite awkward if so. She did fancy Draco as well.

Draco... as a boyfriend? Harry laughed aloud, he couldn't imagine Draco cooing over a girl or letting a girl hang off on his arm like a koala either. Speaking of which, Draco had never had a girlfriend. He went to the Yule Ball with Pansy who was just a close friend, Pansy was a git too anyways. She never showed romantic interest in Draco as far as Harry knew. He couldn't imagine Draco sweeping a girl off her feet and kissing her in the corridors. Would he be a good kisser though? No, he was supposed to stop thinking about Draco!

Angrily, he kicked the water before getting out and changing into his clothes. Immediately, he heads for the great hall for food so he can call in an early night. Just when he swung the door open, he sees that some people are already there, having their first course including Hermione, Ron and Draco with Pansy.

"Pansy, are you really okay?" He heard Draco say with a low whisper. He was obviously fretting over something but it was rude to eavesdrop. Making a beeline to Hermione and Ron, he pretends he didn't hear anything but for some reason, he was disappointed Draco didn't notice him.

"Yes, I'm fine! I'm just. I'm contemplating of moving to the muggle world." Pansy sighs.

"What? Why? You're a Pureblood, you know what those muggles will do if they find out you have magic? They'll kill you! Or worse- exploit your magic for horrible muggle things, then they will find us lot too! Since you'll kiss arse to save your own." Draco growled.

"What are you implying, Malfoy?" She snarled, looking up from her plate of food.

"Like when you offered Potter to the Dark Lord to save your sorry arse." "You were a bloody Death Eater!" She hollered as she slammed her hands onto the wooden table, she looked around one final time before running out of the great hall. All eyes fell on Draco, even Harry's. Draco was just mad at Pansy for giving up their only source of hope - Harry in their darkest moments, what was so hard to grasp? Draco sighed, hiding his angered expression under his palm; hoping everyone would turn away. Hermione shot Harry a sympathetic glance, perhaps feeling pity for the blond.

"Poor guy, Pansy's a nutjob." Ron sighed. "That, I can sympathize with."

"Ron, shut it. You're being a dimwit again. That's really insensitive. They've been friends for so long, what happened?" Hermione turned to Harry, since he's the one who has been spending the most time with Draco.

"I- I don't know, Pansy's been acting strange lately, that's all I know for sure." Harry shrugged. Really, he wanted to run over and see if Draco is fine, first Ron then Pansy? Rough day, rougher than his one at least.

"Draco, you okay?" Blaise ran over to the poor guy who sat all alone, every Slytherin was at least a few inches away from him.

"Yeah." He said so softly, so soft it didn't sound like anything at all but he did say it.