You always Hate the One you Love

Author Note: Hello everyone and welcome to Chapter four! When I first started to write this fic, I didn't think it would go past chapter 3 maybe even chapter 2, but I added more and made things a bit more complicated and we ended up here, chapter 4. Oh and just so you all know, I'm leaving for Utah tomorrow, so I won't be updating for about a week.

By the way to clarify a few things once again, when Harry mentioned things getting more physical and his first kiss being with a boy was yet to come, he was implying the fact that it was his first kiss to mean something. There will be a little bit more detail about Harry's sexuality in this chapter which I think will explain a little bit more about what I mean by the kiss that meant something.

Disclaimer: blah...blah...blah... come on, you know I'm not getting paid for this...
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Harry sat in Draco's lap for the umpteenth time that morning, he had settled his head back against Draco's shoulder and was actually very content in the blonde boys arms. He was warm and Draco's white-blonde hair was soft to the touch. Not to mention Draco's shoulder made an awfully nice pillow for someone who had slept for about three hours in his own bed last night.

Harry was dosing contently on Draco's shoulder when he felt hands softly pushing on the small of his back. He opened his eyes irritably and glared back at Draco, who simply smirked at him.

"Not my fault Harry, your friends wanted to speak with you about something." Draco said, giving a polite nod to Hermione and Ron, whom were both smiling at the sight before them.

"You should have told them to bugger off, I was almost a sleep." Harry said playfully, and Draco kissed his nose, cause him to blush. "Awww... that was gross, that was all wet."

Draco rolled his eyes and pushed Harry off his lap, then smiled as Harry stumbled and fell into Hermione's arms. "Sorry love, hurry back and I promise I'll let you fall asleep."

Harry smiled best he could in his very tired state and waved goodbye to the rest of the Slytherins and Gryffindors they had been sitting with. When they finally reached their destination of the Library, Harry immediately sank into one of the nearby chairs and let his head fall back words.

"Where were you last night?" Hermione asked, watching as Harry struggled to keep his eyes open.

"By my tree, that's where, I was thinking and looking at the stars, then, I fell asleep and had an awful dream" Harry said, "I managed to make my way back up to the tower, but only long enough for about 3 hours of sleep."

"Harry, what were you thinking about?" Hermione paused before continuing on before Harry could answer. "You know, it never occurred to me to even ask you if you were gay before devising this whole Malfoy plan. You probably don't even like men!" Hermione said instantly, grabbing Harry and pulling him into a hug, "I'm so sorry! Now we've just outed you to the whole school and..."

Harry managed to gather the energy to laugh, he hadn't told his friends about his sexuality, thinking it would scare them, he figured now was a better time then ever.

"No Hermione, I'm perfectly fine dating guys, in fact, the only problem I have with the entire situation is the possibility of sex, and that simply because, though I agree with the fact that he is very attractive, the thought of him inside of me slightly makes me sick." Harry said, laughing a bit harder at the looks on his two best friends faces.

"So... your gay?" Ron asked, saying the first thing he had said since the conversation started.

"Yes, I am, have been since 4th year, had a major crush on Cedric, told him by the cup, and he told me he was sorry, but didn't like me in that way." Harry said, remembering the conversation like it was yesterday. He had been heartbroken as well as hating himself, blaming Cedric's death on his stupidity.

"Woah, so that's why you helped him out with the first task then?" Ron asked, looking all the sudden like he now understood a lot.

"Well... yes that was part of it, but it was mostly cause it was the right thing to do. I mean... I really wanted to kiss him, but I couldn't... That's the other thing I'm worried about... the only guy I ever came out to was Cedric and I kinda wanted it to stay that way, you know, if I ever had some form of other relationship keep it kinda secret cause I don't know how people feel about the Hero of the Wizzarding World being a Poof." Harry said, "Kissing Draco in public, I mean, that means something, it shows everyone else that I'm gay, and that could cause some interesting Witches Weekly articles..."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it Harry, there isn't any reason to have reporters on the grounds anyways, they won't hear about it. I mean half the girls in the school think you and Malfoy together are the cutest thing ever." Hermione said, Harry and Ron both looked startled at the news, "Not that a few girls aren't jealous, oh no, most of them would have loved to get down either yours or Malfoy's pants, but there happy for you all the same."

Harry simply stared as Ron laughed, then turned back to Harry, "So, what were you thinking about last night by the tree?"

Harry blinked, and hadn't realized in the thirty seconds of silence (and Ron's laughter) he had tuned out, he was a lot sleepier then he had originally thought.

"That's not important at the moment, what is important however, is the vision I had, Voldemort had taken over the school, and everyone was dead, there was this evil laughter and I have a feeling he is planning something." Harry said, leaning in close and whispering. "I think I can get the information out of Draco, but first I need to show him that he can trust me with things like that. I mean, even if we are dating, it doesn't mean he should trust me enough to tell me everything."

"That's a good point, especially after you got his Dad arrested in 5th year, I mean, I wouldn't trust you either, no offence mate." Ron said, nodding to emphasize the point.

"Well, then I think this means quality time and me reveling my past at the Dursley's to him, everything, from what Dudley did, to where I lived for the first 11 years of my life." Harry said seriously, he watched the shocked expressions on his best friends faces they seemed amazed.

"Are you sure you don't just want to make something up Mate? I mean, its not like he'll know the difference, I mean you only told us most of that stuff last year." Ron said, looking slightly offended that he was telling his former (well, still kinda) enemy his past after knowing him less then two days, and it had taken him 6 years.

"There isn't any reason to lie, plus telling him the truth will have a lot more trust involved, I mean, what if I lied and he found out later that I had? He would be really offended and plus, he would completely loose any trust I worked to gain, I can't risk that." Harry said, patting his best friends head, "Don't be offended Redronnie, I mean, your still my best friend."

The Redhead glared at him for using the nickname the twins used for him constantly, then his glare switched to surprise, "How did you know the secret nickname the twins use for me?"

Harry smirked and stood up, intending to go back to where he had been sitting with Draco about twenty minutes earlier, "Very interesting night in the Burrow that was, we were all just glad that the ghoul decided to be loud."

Harry turned on his heel walking out of the Library to Hermione's giggles and Ron's shocked expression.
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Harry walked back into the room that he had been sitting in and immediately spotted Draco sitting with the rest of his friends in a corner, and immediately made his way over to them. He smiled when Draco noticed him and beckoned him back into his lap.

Harry sat down happily, and leaned his head back once again, intending to sleep as Draco had promised. Only to be interrupted with a more important thought then sleep, gaining the boys trust.

He turned his head so he was whispering in Draco's ear, "Draco, can we go some place private, I really want to talk to you." He felt the boys tense a bit, but smiled when he nodded.

"Harry and I are going, I'll see you guys in Charms in about half an hour." Draco drawled, as Harry stood, and leaned against the boy when he felt the arm wrap around his waist.

Harry lead him to the room of Requirement, simply requesting two chairs and something to eat, because he was pretty darn hungry considering he had slept through breakfast.

When the door appeared Harry lead Draco in and immediately sat in the chair closets to the fireplace, his favorite spot to sit, no matter where it was.

Draco sat across from him, and watched in a slightly amused, slightly disgusted fashion as Harry devoured the pastries that were sitting on the table.

"Geese, didn't the muggles ever feed you?" Draco asked and Harry smiled, swallowing before wishing for a glass of Pumpkin Juice, only to have it appear on the table.

"Actually, I was always aloud to eat, just never as much as I wanted, I got whatever they gave me, which wasn't really a lot considering how much my 900 pound cousin ate." Harry said, taking a sip of the Juice, and then looking back at Draco.

"What was it like, living with Muggles?" Draco asked, feeling very curious about this, and wanting to learn more about the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Well, I didn't live with the best kind of Muggles to be honest with you. I lived with my Aunt, my Uncle and My Cousin, Dudley. They weren't that nice to me, to be honest, I lived in a cupboard under the stairs for about 11 years, until I got my Hogwarts letter. Then they put me in the smallest bedroom, I never had a Playstation, I rarely used the computer. Up until Hagrid told me how my parents had actually died, I had always believed that they had died in a car crash; I didn't even know I was a wizard until my Hogwarts letter. I mean, I would make strange things happen, but I couldn't ever explain it, but I never thought it was magic. Magic was like a curse word in the Dursley's household, you didn't talk about anything magic related, and I don't think Dudley was even allowed to see Lord of The Rings because of the Wizard Gandolf in it. They would work me; make me do odd jobs and such, like painting the fence and mowing the lawn and things like that. It was really miserable." Harry said, watching Draco's face for some sort of sign.

"Harry, that's horrible, why didn't you tell anyone, I mean, shouldn't they pull you out of there?" Draco asked, reaching out and touching Harry's hand gently, looking generally concerned.

"They normally did, that's why I would go to the Wesley's so much, I had to go back there for the beginning of the summer though, for the spell to work, see, my Mum died to save me, and Aunt Petunia was the only living blood relative of my Mom's, so her blood kept me safe from Voldemort, until 4th year when he used my blood..." Harry stopped, that was the one thing he wasn't ready to talk about yet.

Draco seemed to sense this, so he asked another question, one that was off the topic of Voldemort, "Did they ever... hit you?"

"Well, my cousin used me as a punching bag, but physically abuse me? Never, they wouldn't have dared, I think that even though I didn't know, Dumbledore had me watched all the time, if they had abused me, he would have stopped it." Harry said, taking a shot in the ballpark.

"What are a Playstation, and a Computer?" Draco asked, he couldn't help but being curious about the Muggle things Harry had named, and why it was such a big deal he didn't get to play with them.

Harry laughed, and started to explain the workings of the two things he had just named, as well as a few other things Draco was curious about. After about twenty minutes, Harry looked at his watch quickly.

"Oh geese, we're going to be so late to our next classes if we don't leave now." Harry stood up and Draco kissed him quickly, "Draco, we should meet back in here at lunch, I want to know about your childhood."

Draco looked away for a moment, seemingly considering something, before nodding, "Okay love, I'll meet you back in here, don't be late! Oh and sorry you didn't get your nap..." With that he rushed out of the room, and Harry fell back into the chair, he had forgotten how tired he was until Draco had mentioned his nap.

Harry imagined a large four-poster bed, and for the door to disappear until Lunch, when both things were completed, he took off his shoes and robes and shirt and pants, climbing into bed in his boxers.

"I can miss History of Magic, I would have slept through it anyways..." Harry thought sleepily, curling up in a tiny ball and falling asleep almost instantly.