It was dinner time and the great hall was buzzing with chatter but Harry was pushing his food around his plate uninterested, there was a gnawing feeling in his stomach that was a reminder of how nerve wracking it would be to talk to Dean about...things. Harry was sitting by himself, like usual, at the end of the Slytherin table and he normally didn't have any company because well they didn't seem to like him. Then Malfoy strutted in through the big oak doors and made eye contact with him, making his heart suddenly pound, and then to his horror and surprise sat down beside him.
"Potter" he greeted while reaching for some pie.
Harry just swirled some mashed potatoes around his plate in response. "Not one for talking? You know Potter people generally eat their food not just play with it"
Harry rolled his eyes and then took a sip of pumpkin juice to somehow they and calm his stomach of butterflies.
"Are you sick?" Malfoy asked taking Harry by surprise.
"What?"
"Are you sick because you aren't eating" Malfoy repeated.
"No I'm.. Fine? Why do you care Malfoy"
"Don't flatter yourself Potter, It's just you didn't eat much this morning either"
"What are you spying on me now? I didn't think you'd sink so low" Harry responded while watching Dean, he was going to leave when Dean left to hopefully get some answers.
"Who are you looking at Potter? Your boyfriend?"
Harry spluttered and then elbowed Malfoy hard in the ribs "no that's...we're friends..."
"Very coherent Potter, I was just wondering anyways I've heard rumours he's dating a bloke"
"Why do you care?"
"Why so many questions?"
Harry groaned and placed his head in his hands, this was going to be a long evening. But then Dean got up from his seat and started walking put of the great hall. It was now or never. Harry shot up from his seat and followed him, happy to get away from Malfoy.

"Dean!" He called out to which Dean spun around and then gave a smile.
"What's up?"
"Umm...Can I talk to you"
"Sure ...what about?"
"In private?" Harry asked while people walked by, like hell he would let anyone know his crisis.
"Oh okay"
Dean lead them to a deserted classroom, unsure of what to expect.

"So what's the matter?"
"Um so you're into guys right?" When Dean nodded Harry continued "so I guess I want to know how you knew?"
"Oh, well I sort of always felt this way but I always thought what I had felt was normal until well I came to Hogwarts and saw the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I then realised soon after that Girls didn't attract me and then I experimented with a certain someone and viola I'm gay." He finished with a grin and then cocked his head to one side "why the sudden interest?"
Harry chocked on air and felt his face heat up.
"Oh I see..." He gave a knowing look "who is it?"
Harry sighed deeply and then ran his fingers through his hair. "That's the thing It's well...someone I shouldn't?" Harry sat down in defeat.
"I won't tell anyone I promise" Dean said sitting down beside him with a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Itsdracomalfoy" Harry whispered after some silence.
"Draco Malfoy?"
Harry just nodded and stared at his shoes in despair. There was silence for a bit and then Harry couldn't help but to tell him exactly what had happened between them.
"Wow, well I guess you should try things out to see if he's really into you"
"What do you mean try things? I'm not going to.." Harry trialed off making a face, no way he'd do that with Malfoy. Gross.
"No. I didn't mean that but if you want to I won't judge. I mean try flirting a bit, try kissing him again anything really to see if he likes you"
Harry blanched, never in his life has someone given him advice to flirt with Malfoy, but I suppose it's better than talking about feeling and stuff.
"Thanks Dean, umm you know I would appreciate if no one knew about this..crisis"
"I won't tell a soul, look Harry if you ever need to talk or anything I'll be here and be careful, don't let Malfoy too far into your head cause it could be dangerous" Voldemort is probably already in my head why not Malfoy as well?

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9 pm. The Slytherin dorms were filled to the brim with people some plotting, some doing homework and some playing exploding snap. Looking at the exploding snap made Harry think of playing it with Ron, he really wanted to be with Ron and Hermionie right now but instead he had the company of a potions essay. What were the effects of Boomslang was what it was about but Harry had absolutely no idea what a Boomslang was in the first place, the very helpful potions book only told him it was related to something else he didn't know. He closed the book in defeat and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Stuck Potter?" Harry froze, he knew that voice from anywhere. He looked back to his Potions essay and pretended to be engrossed in it, hoping Malfoy would walk away and leave him alone like all the others in the room. But no, Malfoy sat down beside him, stretching his legs out in front of him. Harry could see him looking over to his shoulder to the only sentence written on the parchment 'Boomslang is an ingredient mainly used in '
"It's used in Polyjuice potion, it's what gives the appearance of the person you want to be" Malfoy said inching a bit closer to where Harry was sitting in front of the fire.
"Why are you helping me?" Harry asked.
"Because you obviously need help, I can help you" He whispered the next part in Harry's ear "Help you in more than one ways"
Suddenly Harry's face felt as hot as the fire before him. Did Malfoy just flirt?
Deciding to distract himself from Malfoy, who he was sure had a smirk on his face, he returned to his potions book turning to a section on Polyjuice potion.
Malfoy leaned forward, his shoulders touching Harry's and pointed to a paragraph near the bottom of the page "There's a whole section on it there"
Harry tensed, why was Malfoy acting this way? I mean it was helpful but honestly It was Harry who was supposed to do the flirting not him!
Malfoy then crossed his legs and reached forward to the potions book, taking it easily from Harry's still stunned figure.
"OK write this, Boomslang is an ingredient mainly used in Polyjuice potion"
Harry gave a confused look at Malfoy but started to write anyways, before he knew it the 10 inches of parchment had filled itself.
"Why did you help me?" Harry inquired, looking up at Malfoy only to find him already looking.
"Because I have a proposition" he moved closer "I'm good at Potions you're quite frankly awful at Potions, and" he whispered into Harry's ear for the second time making Harry shiver "I'm having a crisis and I believe you can help"
Harry's mouth suddenly dried up.
"So...I learn potions and you do what exactly?" Asked a very confused Harry, this sounded very dodgy.
"Well, we'll what happens won't we?" And with that he got up and left. What the hell did I just get myself into?

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By 12pm everyone had left, leaving Harry free to talk to Sirius. He paced to where the fire was slowly dying out and then jumped in surprise when a face appeared in the burning ambers. It was Sirius!
"Sirius!"
"Harry I can't talk for long but I have to ask you this. Are you still having dreams?"
Harry nodded, knowing it was bad news.
"But Snape said he was giving me occlumency lessons"
"Yeah, the order decided it was the best way to protect you"
"That's nice of them but what is occlumency? Snape didn't exactly explain"
"It's professor Snape and well I didn't want to be the one telling you this but...you're connected to you know who and he is connected to you, so it's only a matter of time before he knows that you can see what he does. Harry I don't know if you know this but You know who is a very skilled Legilimens, that's someone who can go through the layers in your mind and find information which is dangerous. I know you don't like Professor Snape but he's a master at Occlumency which is what protects someone's mind from a Legilimens, so please Harry.. I have to go. Good luck"
And then he was gone before Harry could even bid goodbye. He got his answer but it was not what he had expected. He thought back to Mad eye Mooney and remembered being able to stop the imperius curse but he had a feeling this was going to be a whole lot different.

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Breakfast brought bad news, in the form of Umbridge, there were now 15 rules that that bastard Umbridge had set up: No Groups of more than two, Must be 2 feet apart at all times, Must have uniform correct at all times etc. Boy did Harry want to slap that woman's head up out of her arse because she was acting like she well...there were a few said words Harry would like to describe her as. But it's not like the stabbing of his breakfast was just aimed at Umbridge, it was also aimed at Snape. What is Snape saw a few memories he'd rather not have him see, What if Umbridge finds put about that club well he would be dead seeing as it was rule 13 'No clubs that have not been approved by the High Inquisitor'. Damm it why was everything so complicated?
"What did that do to deserve your wrath?"
Harry sighed, of course it was Malfoy coming to destroy his life again through civil conversation.
"I like to imagine it's your face, it's quite satisfying really" Harry said, stabbing it again for good measure.
"You know Potter" he lowered his voice "There's other places I'd rather stab you in"
Harry turned a startling colour of red and then dropped his fork.
"Bloody hell Malfoy, can you not?" Harry asked, his head in his hands, clearly embarrassed.
"Why does it turn yo"
"I'm leaving" Harry announced before Malfoy could finish his sentence. But Malfoy followed him, that idiot.
"Where on earth are you going Potter, running away from your problems?" Malfoy called after him in the hallway.
Harry replied with "yeah I'm running away from you cause unfortunately the weed killer didn't work"

But Malfoy didn't go away and thanks to his long legs he had caught up with Harry but he wasn't planning on talking it seemed as he dragged Harry by the neck of his robes into a closet.
"What are you doimmph" Malfoy was kissing him. Again. Honestly he should have seen it coming but it was pitch dark so he didn't really get to see it coming. Malfoy was a great kisser and Harry couldn't help but to kiss him back, with his hands on Malfoy's waist pulling him closer. Then Malfoy tilted his head, deepening the kiss, turning it into a full on make out session. Not that Harry was complaining, he was having quite a nice time, with Malfoy's fingers in his hair and Malfoy's tongue in his mouth. It just seemed so right, holding Malfoy like this. Then a loud bell made them jump, but it wasn't the first bell, it was the second bell. Somehow they had been too absorbed in each other and hadn't heard the bell.
"We're late. Okay you need to walk in first, I'll go in second... Are you listening to me?"
"You're a good kisser you know that right?" Malfoy asked completely off topic staring at Harry's lips.
"Malfoy we're going to be late to Potions come on"
They were late, 5 minutes late, and Snape gave Harry detention and Malfoy a glare but otherwise continued with an extremely boring background on a type of flower used in a potion Harry didn't care about, he was preoccupied with Malfoy in his head. I am so screwed. But things were about to go way out of control.