Beyond Appearances

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A/N: I know it has been an extremely long time since I last updated this story and I apologise. Thank you for bearing with me and I will attempt to update my other stories as well! Keep reviewing, I love to hear from you!

Malfoy 2, Potter 0

Harry sat gob smacked. They think I'm gay?

"It's really not that big of a deal, Harry," Hermione exclaimed. "There are plenty of guys-"

Catching up on the conversation, Harry interrupted forcefully. "It isn't a big deal because I'm NOT gay!"

"Harry, it's okay. The magical world is much more accepting then the Muggle."

"Hermione, I'm not gay!"

Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yes, really!"

"Then how do you explain the doctor and now Draco?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms. Now that Harry had voiced concern about his behavior she was not going to allow him to fall back into oblivion. "Let me guess, you were admiring their attire?"

"What if I was," Harry replied, defensively. "That is a logical explanation."

"A logical explanation for someone who knew a thing or two about fashion, which, let me remind you, you do not!" Harry scoffed. "Harry it's no big deal. A lot of guys at Hogwarts are gay, hell a good number of the girls are as well."

"If that's true then how come I've never heard of anyone."

"Harry, you tend to walk around in the dark," Hermione replied. "It took you three months to notice that Ron and I were dating and we weren't trying to hide it, either."

Harry glared. "I don't care, I'm not gay."

Hermione sighed. "Alright, what colour are Lavender's eyes?"

Harry shot her a weird look. "Why would I care what colour Lavender's eyes are?"

"Now what colour are Draco's?"

"Grey," Harry responded. "Everyone knows that, it's a typical Malfoy trait."

Hermione raised her eyebrows at the comment. "What's my favorite colour?"

"I don't know...blue?"

"It's purple," Hermione responded. "What's Draco's?"

"Deep green," Harry responded immediately.

"How do you know?"

"Nine times out of ten he wears a green shirt with black trousers..."

Hermione grinned, as realization hit. "Told you."

Harry slumped down onto one of the overstuffed armchairs. "Oh my god."

"It's not that bad!"

"Hermione, I'm attracted to Draco Malfoy," Harry cried. "How can this not be bad?"

"Look at the plus side, Draco is extremely easy on the eyes, he's gay as well, and-" Hermione grinned. "-I have a gay best friend, who is willing to talk about guys!."

"I am not talking about guys with you, Hermione, so get whatever ideas out of....what do you mean Malfoy is gay?"

"Oh come on, it was only the talk of the town last year," Hermione replied, exasperated. "Don't tell me you didn't hear about it? Everyone heard about it!"

Harry blushed lightly. Man, am I really that oblivious? "Um...I, ah, didn't hear about it."

"God Harry, what rock do you live under?"

"If Malfoy was gay, I think I would know about it."

Hermione glared at him for a moment. "Come on. I'm going to prove to you that he's gay?"

"What? No, Hermione, you-"

"No, I'm going to ask him the same questions I asked you," Hermione replied stubbornly, heading out the door.

Harry gasped and scrambled after her. "No, Hermione, you can't!"

"Watch me!" Hermione taunted, throwing open the doors of the library. Harry stumbled in after her, eyes wide and face a flame.

Draco looked up as he was once again interrupted. "Oh great, Potter and his pet. What do I owe this unexpected and unwanted visit."

"What colour are my eyes?" Hermione asked.

Draco raised an eyebrow at the Question. "They look brown from here."

"What's Harry's favorite colour?"

Draco smirked, catching on to what was going on. "Surprisingly enough green. Now, if you're asking me if I'm gay, then yes, I am!"

Hermione grinned triumphantly, while Harry turned a deeper shade of red. "I told you, Harry. Everyone knows."

Well, well, it looks like Hermione's finally let him in on his little secret! What an idiot!....though this does have potential to be quite entertaining. Hmm, having Dumbledore's golden boy under my thumb would definitely have it's benefits. Pushing himself up, he set the book on the table and strode over to where Harry stood. "Don't tell me you didn't know?" he replied, trailing a hand up Harry's arm as he passed. "I've always been turned on by an attractive, well built-" at this he pressed himself against Harry's back, causing the Gryffindor's eyes to widen and his body to stiffen. "-man."

Smirking he leaned in to whisper in Harry's ear, sliding a hand around to rest on Harry's abdomen. "Apparently I'm not the only one, am I, Potter?"

Without giving Harry time to recover, Draco disappeared into the hallway.

Harry on the other hand stood stalk still where Draco had left him, face flushed, jaw hanging open, and a strange tingling up his back where Draco had pressed himself against him. "What...what the hell was that?"

Hermione blinked, just as surprised as Harry had been. The little episode she had just whiteness was actually arousing, but there was no way in hell she was going to admit it. "Um, I don't know," she replied, clearing her throat. "If I didn't know better, I'd say he wants you."

Harry scoffed, sarcastically. "Oh yes, Hermione, I'm definitely beginning to see how this is not a bad thing."

"We'll just have to see how this all plays out, now won't we?" Hermione responded, with a grin.

Harry sent her a glare. "If we are lucky, it won't turn out at all."



Draco made it all the way upstairs to their room, before bursting out into laughter. "What an ass," he laughed. "Hmm...Draco Malfoy is currently on his way to having Harry Potter, the Savior of the Wizarding, wrapped around his little finger. Oh yes, I definitely like the sounds of that."

Grinning, he opened the small package that Snape had sent with Mrs. Weasley. Inside he found some of the clothing that he kept at Sev's, and a few books, Attached to the front of the book was a short note.

Draco

You're antics at the manor have not gone unheard by Voldemort. You're father has ensured that all Death Eaters know of your treachery. Voldemort has ordered your death upon sight. I know you were probably expecting this when you fled, but you must be kept informed of what is going on. Voldemort has called all the Death Eaters, so I will unfortunately not be able to arrive at headquarters until later this evening.

Enclosed, I have sent some of your clothing and a few things to keep you occupied. Despite being in the custody of Dumbledore, I suggest you keep all vital information to yourself until I arrive. We'll discuss things in further then. Stay within the house and refrain from drawing attention to yourself. More importantly, stay out of trouble!

Severus

Draco chuckled. Don't draw attention to myself and stay out of trouble! Ha! It's a little late for that, if I do say so myself! Crumpling the note he tossed it into the waste basket and removed the shrinking charm on his clothing, watching as the pile grew. "Some clothing?" he scoffed. "He's sent the entire wardrobe."

Glancing around the room for a place to store his things, his eyes landed on Harry's wardrobe. Perfect! he smirked. He's going to love this! Pulling out his wand, he removed all of Harry's clothes and set them on the bed. Turning back to the wardrobe, he transfigured it so that it was now three times the size. Grinning to himself, he magically enhanced the width of the wardrobe, so that once opened it resembled a fair size room. Silently thanking his mother for insisting he know how to properly decorate a room, he began putting his clothing away, transfiguring spare objects into shelves, drawers and anything else he needed.

When he was about half-way through the door opened behind him.

"What the hell have you done."

A little earlier then expected, Potter, but not completely ruined. "Getting settled."

"That is my wardrobe!" Harry exclaimed, moving into the room and spotting his clothing lying on the bed. "And those are my clothes!"

"You can have the space that's left over," Draco replied, sending the brunette a charming smile.

"You can't just...fine, whatever," Harry blushed. "But you're putting away the clothing you took out of there."

Smirking to himself, he used an organization spell to have the clothing put away properly. Once done, he wiped the smirk off his face and turned back to Harry. Smiling sexily at Harry, he moved forward. "I'm rather looking forward to...getting to know you, Harry," he exclaimed silkily, letting his eyes roam over the Gyrffindor.

Swallowing audibly, Harry took a step back. "I'm not gay, Malfoy."

"That's a shame," Draco pouted, before smiling again. "Though I'm sure if you let me I can change you're mind."

Harry continued to back up further, until his back was pressed against the bathroom door. Draco continued to advance until he practically had Harry pinned between him and the door. Placing a hand on either side of Harry's head, he leaded in until, they were nose to nose. "What do you say, Harry? Do you want me to show you what you're missing? It'll be fun, I promise."

Run! Run Now! Harry thought frantically. Without questioning the logic, he struggled to get his voice to cooperate. "I...ah...think Hermione's calling me," he replied frantically, ducking under Draco's arm and practically run out of the room.

Draco stood watching him as he retreated, a smirk planted firmly across his face. Malfoy 2, Potter 0!