I love that edit ^ XD

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Harry: "Hello! I'm Harry Potter. And you are?"

Draco: UwU *Studies the bootiful boi's handsome face* "Not as straight as I thought I was." *bites lip*

Harry: Is that so? *Winks*

Draco: *Internal screaming and blushes* "M- My f-f-father will hear a-about this!"

Harry: *Grabs the cute boi's hand* "Will your father also hear about this?"

Draco: *Internal major screaming* O-O

Harry: *kisses cute boi's knuckles like a prince would*

Draco: *Internal major gay screaming and blushes like mad* "Reeee! U-Uh, I'm Draco."

Harry: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Draco. Tu es si belle (You're So Beautiful)"

Draco: "U-Uh, Thank you." *Blushes the colour of a red rose*

Why am I making some sort of Role Play? XD

Anyway...

On with the Drarry!

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Sooner than later, the Quidditch World Cup has made its way to England. Ron seemed more excited to see Victor Krum than the Bulgarian Quidditch team, besides, it's not like they are actually going to meet anyone famous.

Ron had more Quidditch merch than anybody else in his family. He and Harry supported Bulgaria whereas his siblings Fred, George and Ginny supported Ireland.

Hermione didn't exactly know who she supported in Quidditch. It was all just so confusing, it was like soccer, but in the air with brooms. Much like the muggle sports, so she just wore her Gryffindor scarf.

In the morning before the Quidditch world cup, everyone dug deep through their closets to find either Bulgarian or Ireland Quidditch merch, all ending in flags, hats, scarves, socks, shirts, the list could go on.After about an hour, everyone had found their chosen Quidditch merch to wear to the Quidditch World Cup.

Mr Weasley gathered everybody up in the dining room. "Alright everyone, time to go," he called, getting everyone out of the burrow with a bag filled with food and supplies on his back.

The walk was long and boring, Ron and Harry didn't even know where they were going. Harry kept thinking about what the Quidditch World Cup would be like as he's never actually seen a real match of quidditch, except for himself in the game. He would have felt overwhelmed with excitement, but that excitement turned down, forming a spiral of depression inside of him. He was sad that Sirius could not make it, due to him escaping Azkaban and having to hide away from the ministry. Not only that but now he just didn't feel like going. He really couldn't be bothered to, but he must for Ron and Hermione. He was snapped right out of his thoughts as they had been interrupted by Ron.

"Are we there yet" whined Ron, feeling his legs nearly give up on him. 

Harry thought of Malfoy instantly after Ron had said that. Malfoy and how a bit whiny he was in their first year. He knows he does kind of have a thing for Draco, for some unknown reason. Well, how handsome he was, he has to admit. He has always wanted to touch his hair; it looks so soft. Those sweet thin lips and how he wants to kiss them every morning. He blushed before realizing he was thinking about a certain blonde Slytherin. No! Snap out of it, Harry. You're going too far. However, he was snapped out of his thoughts, yet again, by Mr Weasley.

"Yes, Ron, we're nearly at the portkey!" shouted Mr Weasley, who was in front of the other Weasleys and Harry. He was lying as there still was another five and a half miles to travel by foot. 

Harry looked up to where Mr Weasley was. What he didn't know was what a Portkey was. "What's a portkey" He asked, furrowing his brows, and now turning to look up at Ron with a confused expression upon his face. As confused as he could even get actually.

"It's a teleporter," said Ron, huffing and puffing as he tried to walk faster towards his family. It was a struggle to walk so far from home to some other place he didn't know how to get to. "Takes you from one place to another. It's got to be something muggles would not see as interesting."

"What Ron's trying to say is that a Portkey is like a Floo but can take more than one person with it," explained Hermione who was trailing behind and reading a book. "They usually look useless to muggles, so they don't accidentally pick it up and get teleported to another side of the world."

Harry wondered how Hermione could speak and read at the same time, but knowing her, it wasn't impossible. "Oh, so it's a teleporter," he replied sardonically with a grin.

"Yes Harry, a teleporter," Hermione said with a hint of ignorance, rolling her eyes in disbelief at her friend. It made Ron chuckle and Harry smile a little. "Geez, don't you two read?"

Harry sighed from what Hermione said. Yes, he does read but not a lot. He just can't be bothered to at times. It's either do chores to get his mind off of things or try to read. Feeling a little shitty, he scratched at his cuts he made this morning. The numbing wave that hit him overwhelmed him and he felt almost lighter on his feet.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Amos Diggory, accompanied by his son, Cedric Diggory, came to join the Weasleys. It's like they appeared out of nowhere from thin air. How intriguing.

Harry stared unblinkingly at the young fella named Cedric who came to greet them, and Harry nearly tripped over a large rock, distracted by the other bloke's very pretty features as he was thinking, Whoa... Who made this handsome fella? But his answer was standing right beside Mr Weasley. 

Hermione caught Harry staring at Cedric and giggled, pointing it out to Ginny who laughed also.

For the rest of the walk, Mr Diggory and Mr Weasley talked about ministry things whilst Cedric, Fred and George, Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione talked about Quidditch and who they think will win the World Cup.

Harry just listened to their conversation and didn't talk at all. Not unless he was asked a question which he responded with short-answered questions like 'Mhm', 'No', or 'Yes' and he gave them smiles just to make sure they didn't start questioning about if he's okay. It's his most hated question. The 'Are you okay' question.

With continuous chatter and walking, they finally made it to the portkey, which looked exactly like an old boot. Harry thought it was curious as to why wizards would use such a weird thing, but it was still intriguing. Then he remembered Ron and Hermione telling him about the Portkey and how it must be something Muggles wouldn't find interesting and take.

Harry quickly grabbed onto the boot as ordered to by Mr Diggory and in a matter of seconds, it felt like was hooked by the navel to some invisible force. It wasn't very nice. He landed on the ground with a thud, Hermione, and Ron after him. He looked up to see Mr Weasley, Mr Diggory and Cedric just casually walking through the air, down to the ground like they use Portkeys every day.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione got up and dusted themselves off and that's when they saw miles and miles of tents across this massive piece of land, alongside with a giant stadium-looking thing. They made their way down to the many miles of tents, Mr Weasley stopping to talk to some man, probably about where to put up the tent. After ending the conversation with the man, the Diggorys waved goodbye to the Weasleys, Hermione, and Harry to go find a place to set up their own tent.

They passed a bunch of teenagers, both guys and girls. Harry thought he didn't know who they were, but he had a feeling that they must have gone to Hogwarts. He tried smiling at the teenagers, especially the guys, but all he could do was hide himself as his sudden social anxiety increased. He didn't pay attention to the girls although he didn't get why these teenage girls were looking at him, twirling their hair in their fingers, giggling and smiling as they walked past. He thought that maybe he had something on his face which embarrassed him, and he hit himself under the hood of his hoodie.

Once Mr Weasley was able to put up the tent, Harry watched everyone quickly manage to squeeze in. Harry was left speechless, looking at the tiny tent, only able to fit one person inside.

"C'mon, Harry. In you come," said Mr Weasley cheerfully at once and gesturing Harry to come inside the tent after he had squeezed through the tent himself. Harry flinched because of a flashback back to 4 Privet Drive.

Flashback

It was an early spring afternoon, Harry and Dudley were 6 years old. Harry was just cleaning a wall because earlier in the day Dudley came running in with dirt on his hands from playing outside. Harry didn't understand why he was the one who had to clean up after his cousin, but he guessed it was his fault because he didn't stop Dudley from entering the house covered in dirt.

Earlier that day Harry had just finished dishing up breakfast, he was cleaning the dishes when a loud scream was heard from the backyard. Harry ignored it and kept washing the dishes when suddenly Dudley came running into the kitchen. Dudley was spreading mud all over the walls and floor with his hands and he smeared mud on the walls with his back like a bear would do when scratching against a tree. Harry stared at his muddy dirty cousin in amusement, he had never seen his cousin with one spec of dirt on him ever.

Dudley smiled wickedly at Harry and shouted, "DADDY! MOMMY!"

Vernon rushed into the kitchen from the living room. As soon as he saw his dirty son, he looked over his shoulder at Harry with the angriest glare he could muster. "What happened? Who made my Dudley dirty!"

Petunia came running into the room, she laid her eyes on her Dudley with shock and Worry. "My Dudley-kins! Oh, my poor sweet baby boy!" she cried while rushing over but didn't touch him.

Dudley pointed a large fat finger at Harry, speaking to his parents with a little bit of fear in his voice, "It was him, daddy and mommy! He pushed me in the dirt when I was playing with my firetruck and hosed me, making me all muddy."

Harry's jaw dropped from the big lie that Dudley told his parents. "I did no such thing!" he snapped.

Vernon pointed his own chubby shaking finger at Harry. "You, boy! Shut your mouth!" he yelled angrily. He then looked at his son with sympathy. "Continue Dudley."

"He then dragged me inside, I tried grabbing hold of anything to get loose from his grip, that's why there is mud on the walls," Dudley said, trying to act like he was crying. Unfortunately, he was a little good at acting. "He then shoved me against the wall and told me to die."

Petunia put her hand against her heart. "Oh, my Dudley-kins."

Vernon grabbed hold of Harry by his hair and walked him to his closet under the staircase. "Get in!" he yelled viciously ad like always spit flew out of his mouth. "C'mon, don't waste my time boy! In you go, don't want me to get my cane now do you?!"

Harry shook his head swiftly, looked over to see a mischief-smiling Dudley and got into his cupboard, doing what he was told. He backed himself up against the wall but didn't see Uncle Vernon at all, it was rare to see him not lock the cupboard door after Harry did something bad. Then it hit Harry, he knew what was coming next. He started to shake and felt tears burn in his eyes, he hugged his legs with his arms and sat there in silence. In a matter of seconds, Uncle Vernon was back at the cupboard door with a belt in his hands. The next thing Harry felt was the raw belt slap him across the arm. Harry yelled in pain, feeling another whip of the belt on the same arm. He turned to his side and held his throbbing arm with his other hand to the wall and hid it from Uncle Vernon. He felt another whip of the belt but on his back, and another and another until Uncle Vernon smiled with pleasure and locked the cupboard with a sobbing Harry inside.

End of Flashback

Harry felt a tear run down his face but quickly wiped it away with his sleeve. With the darkness in him slowly making him feel worse than he had been already, he walked inside the tent with his anxiety as high as the roof. He stopped as he made his way to the middle of what looked like the size of a muggle flat.

Harry sighed sadly, "I love magic." He stared in wonder at how magic can transform something to look different on the inside. That's wizarding magic for you.

"Ron, get out of the kitchen!" Mr Weasley retorted at his youngest son. Ron hesitated when reaching for the fridge and quickly rushed off towards where his bedroom would be. "Get your feet off the table, boys."

"Feet off the table!" Fred and George repeated back and did as their father said. They put their feet back on the table as their dad looked the other way.

Cheeky Bugga's, Harry thought as he snorted at the two twins who winked back at him as he stared at them. It made a familiar heating feeling spread from his neck and up his face.

*****

Harry decides to go for a walk once everyone is settled into the tent. He didn't really need to stay there in the tent when everyone was talking about Quidditch. He didn't feel like talking right now. He just needed to get away. All he was here for was the World Cup which would be happening in a few hours.

He just walked the miles of tents and looked at all the odd-looking tents he walked by. There were small ones, and very large ones. He pondered if Malfoy lived in one of those big tents. They were particularly large tents that looked like they would cost a fortune.

"Harry?"

Harry, surprised a little that someone could notice him with a hoodie over his head, turned to see who it was. He could never mistake his dormmates Dean and Seamus but why were they holding hands and sitting very close to each other on the camping chairs...? "Oh, Hello Seamus and Dean." He then noticed the green and grey muggle tent behind them that could hold at least seven people in it. But because it was magically developed it probably had everything a house had as well as a few bedrooms.

Seamus and Dean both let go of each other's hands, finding it weird how they were found out this way by their dormmate. But they still sat close to each other. "Hi..." Seamus started, not knowing how to start this conversation. "How are ye, Harry?" His Irish accent was as strong as it always was like he just never left Ireland at all.

"I'm fine," Harry told them and forced a smile. Merlin, lying is getting easier now. Technically, this kind of lying was easy to get away with anyway. "Just going for a walk before the big night. How about you two?"

"We're spectacular," said Dean, beaming as the sunlight hit Seamus' face and it just made him stare lovingly at him. Harry just didn't know what was going on here and why Dean was looking at Seamus like... that. In a loving couple kind of way.

"Who do you think will win?" Harry asked them just to start a conversation. It was great seeing his dormmates after a while and he did want to know who was supporting who at the World Cup.

"Why, Ireland, of course," Seamus stated quite proudly and there was a gleam in his blue eyes that Harry could see. "It's the best team in the world, and not because I come from there."

"I too believe Ireland will win," said Dean and he grinned in a way that conveyed secret knowledge. It intrigued Harry. What did Dean know that he didn't? "Oh, and Harry... You won't tell anyone will you?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. He was confused. What did Dean mean about telling people? What was there to tell? "Um... I don't know what you're talking about, Dean. What and who will I tell and what about?"

"Oh my god," said Seamus in disbelief. He rubbed his face with his hands and shook his head. How could Harry not know, and does he understand what he saw? He was practically holding hands with Dean a few minutes ago. "Ye're so oblivious, Harry."

Dean gave a booming laugh at his oblivious dormmate. "Merlin, Harry. Never mind what I said." Harry frowned a little as he didn't understand what was so funny, the palms of his hands started to sweat. Was he being teased in some way he's never heard of?

"Okay," Harry muttered, rubbing his hands over his pants. Right now, he just wanted to get away. It was nice talking to Seamus and Dean, but he feels as if he needs a longer walk. To reduce some stress and anxiety. "It was good seeing you again, but I have to get back... Bye." He didn't even wait for their reply as he walked away, with a frown.

He told them that he was to go back to the Weasley tent but instead, he was going further away from it. They would be thinking that he was going back to safety, warmth, and food but no. He honestly doesn't care about what happens to himself. If he gets kidnapped so be it. If he gets killed? So be it. It would be better if he were dead. No extra mouth to feed, no extra person to waste their space.

"Hello!"

Harry rolled his eyes, annoyed that he couldn't have a peaceful walk and looked at the person. It was actually a girl with black hair and blue eyes sitting on an elegant black armchair in front of a large dark grey and white round tent. She had a grey fluffy blanket over half of her body and a firepit in front of her. What he could see that she was wearing were black jeans and a grey long-sleeved top. "Hi..."

The girl smiled at him, then she immediately saw the scar on his forehead and giggled, knowing who it was and how much her cousin loved this boy. "You're Harry Potter, aren't you?" A stupid question. She knows that but she just had to ask to be polite.

"Yes, I am," said Harry, nodding his head a little uneasily. What did this girl want? A picture? A fucking strand of hair? Like the hell no. "I'm not handing out autographs if that's what you're thinking. I'm just out on a stroll."

The girl frowned a little, acknowledging his rude remark. "I wasn't actually wanting an autograph, thank you very much," she told him in a firm tone. "I'm not really a fan of yours either. I'm just a girl who's bored and wants something to do. Sadly, the internet and reception don't work out here either. Not that you would know what the internet is."

"Wait... you're a muggle?" Harry asked her, feeling a bit intrigued already. "And I do know about the internet." He thought that muggles couldn't see through the wards the wizard society placed around this plot of land.

The girl shook her head slowly but kept an eye on Harry, wondering how he would have grown up if he knew about the internet. From the rumours she's heard, Harry apparently lives like a royal in some palace or something. "A muggle?" she says rather flatly. "Nope. " She paused, staring at him. Harry felt uneasy as if she was searching his mind for something. "So, you know what the internet is?"

Harry nodded at her. It was nice to hear from another witch who knows of the muggle internet. He hasn't heard Hermione talking about it at all either. "Not that it matters, but what wizarding blood type are you?"

"Pureblood," said the girl simply. She smiled at the disbelieving look on Harry's face. "I'm Ivy by the way. Ivy Black. If you're wondering how I know of the internet being as I'm a pureblooded witch, my mother actually owns a few muggle fashion stores." She pulled out her phone from underneath the grey blanket that covered her waist and down. "I've got a phone too. Samsung's the best brand of phones. With Apples, you can get locked out of your phone easy. Do you have a phone?"

Harry was surprised that this Pureblood witch knew about all this. He does believe that Samsung phones are better than Apples even if he doesn't have one. Dudley has a Samsung 7 which has the worst ringtones that could wake anyone up from miles away. "No, I don't have a phone," he finally said. "And it's cool that your mother owns muggle stores."

Ivy shrugged when talking about her mother who thankfully didn't join her. Then she grinned and leaned forward in her seat. "So, what's your relationship-"

"Ivy would you like any-"

Harry stared in shock at the blonde-haired Slytherin that just walked out of the tent behind Ivy, and the pace of his beating heart started quickening in his chest as well as those stupid butterflies fluttering about inside him. Those silver eyes stared into his green ones, and he had no idea what to do except melt on the inside at the attractiveness he was looking at. He was staring at his crush, Draco Malfoy.

A smirk formed on Draco's lips and he watched Harry swallow uneasily. "Look who we have here." He circled him like a panther hunting its prey, arms crossed, looking him up and down with delight until he stopped and stood in front of the green-eyed Gryffindor. "A wild Potter has run loose from the Weasels."

Harry looked into those pretty stormy grey eyes once more, the eyes that always angered him but he also adored them. He glanced back at the girl for a quick second and then back at Malfoy, and then walked away, feeling his heart crunch inside his chest. He didn't want to have to deal with Malfoy's rudeness and it was obvious Ivy was his girlfriend. The git just wanted him to leave his girlfriend alone, and Harry granted him that gift. It broke his already shattered heart. It was not like he and Draco would ever work out anyway. Who would want a depressed twat like he was?

"You scared him off!" Ivy spat at her cousin, pointing a finger at Harry's leaving figure. "You idiot! You could have befriended him then or even better. Asked him the hell out!" You know, the will-you-go-out-with-me-Potter line we've been practising for like... ever?"

"I was nervous, okay!" Draco responded back coldly, dropping into the camping seat next to her. Merlin's Beard... Can't his cousin stop being right for once? "You don't know or understand how he makes me feel. My heart... it is like it's about to explode into butterflies and fireworks. Did you see him in that hoodie? He is so darn charming and... cute!"

Ivy rolled her eyes at her cousin ranting about his crush and sighed. Teenage boys these days... "Yes, he's a very good-looking bloke. Not my bag of oats, though." She grinned as a very pretty blonde woman walked by, and she bit her lip and hid half her face behind her blanket. "I am so gay." 

Draco snorts at her comment as he distractedly watches Harry disappear behind some tents. It disappointed him a little as he won't be able to see Harry again today. "I just wish it were easy to speak to Potter myself," he says in a soft tone, sighing as he turns back to Ivy. "But the Malfoy in me comes out and boom, there goes my chances of even befriending him."

Ivy sighed at her cousin again and watched as he began drawing waves in the dirt with his boot. "Draco, all you need to do is breathe when you're around him," she tells him firmly. She chuckled at her cousin giving her an odd look, and she could already hear him saying 'I can't just go up to Harry and breathe in his face without looking like an idiot, now can I?'

"And talk to him," she added, smiling quickly. "Just start by saying hello and from there get into a conversation. Talk about Quidditch or the newest fashion trends in the Wizarding World." She shrugged. She has no clue what men talk about to each other. All she hears from Draco is Potter this and Potter that. "All that's inside yourself is you," she added softly, reaching over to give his hand a pat. "There is no Malfoy. There's just Draco. Malfoy is who you choose to act as."

"I'll try to do what you've told me," Draco says to her, not in a promising way but he will try. All that he promises is that he will try doing what she's suggested him to do. "Talking to him, I mean."

"Good," Ivy says at once. She wonders if she could ever be friends with Harry. Not because of his fame, but just for friendship. She had enough to deal with and fame is not on her agenda at all.

Harry was rushing back to the Weasley's tent. All he needed to do was get inside the tent and under the blankets of his bunk bed until it was after sundown when the Quidditch match would begin.

He had passed Hermione who was quietly reading a book about whatever she was reading that must be interesting, ("Hello again, Harry", she had said,) "Hello", he replied to her quickly. Ron was versing Fred and George in a round of Wizards chess, they all said their Hello's to Harry too, and Harry quickly replied to them all with a "Hi".  If only there was a place where he had enough privacy to cut himself but since there wasn't any space he just laid down on his cot, facing the wall and scratched at his cuts from under his sleeves.

*****

It was after sundown, everyone was making their way down towards the stadium where the Quidditch match would be held, Bulgaria Vs Ireland. Harry just kept to himself, looked down, and walked with Hermione and Ron to the Quidditch Stadium.

Up in the stands, Harry caught sight of Draco Malfoy with his father down below them. He noticed that Malfoy was wearing delicate black and silver robes which he thought he looked so damn handsome in. He's absolutely gorgeous with his hair shining in the moonlight like that!

Harry then saw a girl who was standing next to Malfoy with Black hair and blue eyes. It was Ivy Black, the girl he met earlier in the day. She was wearing a Black beanie, a long-sleeved shirt with an Ouija board on it, black jeans, and chunky gothic platform boots. He thought that style was kind of cool, it was like she came out of a Tim Burton movie. Harry sighed miserably, thinking that of course, Malfoy would have a pretty girlfriend. He's so bloody gorgeous! Who wouldn't want to date that Slytherin?

It feels like he has just got rejected which really hurts and he fucking hates the feeling. His heart feels like it has broken into smaller pieces and now he feels as if he can't breathe. He did his best to act normal and breathe. It's all he could do. It's all he is, a breathing corpse with no emotions other than continuous sadness. Besides, there were plenty of fish in the sea, right? In fact, why did he even think he had a chance with Malfoy? It was highly impossible. Nobody that perfect could have feelings for someone like himself.

Damn, those charms and perfect smile. When he first met Malfoy, he wanted to be his friend so much, but he didn't want a friend who made fun of people because of their blood status. He remembered the weird warm fuzzy feeling when staring into those undeniably pretty silver eyes for the first time. Now he knew, thanks to books and Hermione, that he had a crush on the boy. But the sad thing was that he wouldn't be able to have Malfoy.

At first, Harry just stared and rested his arms casually on the railings that were stopping him from falling to his death, until the Slytherin caught him staring and gave him a wink. Harry felt his cheeks warm up and a noticeable reddening tinge formed on his face. He couldn't tell if he was blushing or if someone cast a warming charm on him.

-

Draco was watching the Quidditch match and caught sight of Harry Potter staring at him. Have you ever believed in love at first sight? Draco does. He has had a crush on Potter for a while now and he remembers his own cheeks reddening back at the start of his third year when seeing Potter after the holidays. It was a funny feeling, the first time he had ever had nervous butterflies around someone who he knew was...attractive.

Well, of course, he only thought Potter was rather adorable when he first met him in Madam Malkin's robe shop in his first year. Have you seen him at 11? So young and sweet, bright emerald green eyes, a big friendly smile, the same messy fluffy hair but shorter. Although, he doesn't think crushes can happen at the age of 11. But of course, back then he didn't know what that feeling was, so he pushed the warm fuzzy feeling aside and used his Malfoy mask to hide his real feelings. Besides, it's better using the Malfoy Mask than being some fangirl and annoying the heck out of someone to get their attention. Not that he ever fangirls over Potter. Pssht. Not likely.

He felt himself go red in the cheeks as Potter continued to stare at him. He didn't know what to do so he just winked at him. Could Potter actually...? No, he can't like him back. Besides, who'd like a Malfoy? He watched as Potter's cheeks had an attractive red tinge to them which made Draco smirk and feel his own cheeks redden some more.

Ivy then nudged him in the ribs, seeing that he was staring at a certain someone. "Quit your staring and just ask him out already!" she said in a serious but quiet tone whilst crossing her arms. Lucius was sitting a few feet away from them.

Draco remembered all the times he flirted with Potter but failed as the Gryffindor thought they were insults. "Trust me, I've been trying to make sure he sees the signs that I'm into him," he replied with a wry smile and sighed at the thought of ever getting Potter's attention. "It hasn't worked at all."

Ivy rolled her eyes at him, knowing he needed to up his game when speaking to Harry. "Draco, you're clearly not trying hard enough! You need to actually ask him out sometime or I'll get Theodore to do it for you," she said with a mischievous smile and a poke to Draco's arm with a finger.

Draco thought about Potter and Theo getting together. The thought made him feel sick to his stomach. But he knows that's not what she meant. "Alright, fine," he tells her. If he won't do it she and Pansy will continue to annoy him about it. "I'll ask him when it feels right," he told her, not knowing when he'll do that since he doesn't really have much courage. Gryffindor bravery he should say.

"Good! You've been crushing on Harry for years now," Ivy said while hugging herself to keep warm from this evening breeze. It sure was a breezy evening! "One of you has to grow up and do it."

Draco smiled to himself at the thought of actually dating Potter. Just the day dreams of being with him all the time, talking about whatever, hugging, snogging, and going on dates with him always made his stomach flip but in a good way. Annoying his father most of all by dating a man, not even a Pureblood man he was sure yes, anxious for, but he wanted it for the thrill. "Yeah, well. That will happen when it feels right."

Ivy held out her left pinky finger to him, smiling like an idiot. "Do you pinky promise."

Draco rolled his eyes at his cousin again, linked pinky fingers with her and promised her the muggle way. "Yes, I promise I'll ask Potter out - when it feels right."

"Good," Ivy nodded sternly at him. She'll make sure he keeps her promise. "And it's Harry to you." Draco smiles. "Oh, why don't you actually try to befriend Harry sometime?" she suggested to him excitedly. "It would be so much easier being friends with him and then you can ask him out when the time feels right."

"Yes, Ivy," Draco said with a sigh. He has no idea how he would even do this. How will he get Pott- Harry in a room alone and talk to him without Weasel and Granger being there with him? He knows a plan will come into action soon. "I promise to befriend Harry."

"Now, enough talk about Harry and watch the game," Ivy ordered like a mother would do and sometimes Draco felt like Ivy's another mother of his. She can get a little scary too when she's mad. "I've been waiting years to actually get out of my house and do something fun."

Draco felt sorry for Ivy. She had an abusive mean mother that doesn't care one bit for her. He would swap places with her anytime, just so she can have a normal life. Well, as much as normal can get. 

-

The round of the Quidditch match was quite long. Just seeing the Bulgarians and Ireland chase each other around the stadium. Of course, Harry knew better than to think Quidditch was like a round of chasey. He kept getting distracted by Malfoy. He missed a lot of what's been happening in the round because of Malfoy, but he didn't mind because he felt quite bored. Geez. What happened to him? He usually would love watching Quidditch but now he just feels as if it's work.

It was exciting at first but then turned boring as the round kept on going on, and on. Harry felt his thoughts come back, pushing away the boredom and replacing it with the weight of his depression that felt like he was sinking. His suicide attempt came back into his mind and he frowned. Merlin... Would it even have been bad if he managed to die? He's not really enjoying this day at all. He doesn't enjoy any kind of day at all actually. He just feels worthless. He pondered how far down to the ground the stadium goes to...

Hermione looked over to a sad-looking Harry and nudged him in the shoulder with her elbow, looking at him with a worried expression. Harry knew she was non-verbally asking if he was alright, so he just nodded, faked a smile, and turned away from her so she wouldn't see the tears wanting to escape his eyes.

It wasn't until Viktor Krum caught the snitch that Harry felt relieved. He was tired and really wanted to try and get a good night's sleep. Luckily, after that long, boring match, they showed the scores and apparently the Irish won, even though Krum caught the snitch. Finally, everyone started to leave their seats to go back to their tents for the night.

"Harry, can I talk to you for a moment?" Cedric Diggory, the 6th-year Hufflepuff, stood at the bottom of the steps outside the stadium, looking up at Harry.

Harry sighs to himself. Where has his alone time gone to and his ability to go inside and get under the sheets of his bed in the tent? He didn't want to disappoint Cedric in any way. So, he glanced around to see if Ron and Hermione were around and he couldn't see them anywhere, so he agreed. "Sure, I guess." But he couldn't stop himself from admiring the Hufflepuff's complexion under the moonlight.

Cedric smiled as he caught Harry staring at him and he led Harry down towards the closest set of trees, nearest to the stadium. "So, uh..." He paused, looking towards a tree. "Let's sit under this tree."

"Okay," Harry said quietly. He followed Cedric to the tree he mentioned, sitting down beside Cedric. He was a bit confused as to why Cedric wanted to talk to him on this chilly night, as well as why he wanted to sit under a tree. There are plenty of other places they could have sat down at.

Cedric sighed and thought for a moment how to say and piece things together. "I've noticed you staring at Draco Malfoy most of the time during the Quidditch match, as well as in school for the past year or two," he looked at Harry knowingly, waiting for a response.

"I-... Uh-... erm...," Harry stuttered with a familiar blush rising up his neck, and to his face. He was staring at a patch of grass by his shoes as he didn't know how to answer this.

Cedric saw that Harry looked quite uncomfortable, talking about Draco like this. "Is there anything in particular that you want to talk to me about, Harry?" he asked with his calm tone and a reassuring smile.

Harry grabbed small pieces of grass and slowly ripped them apart, anxious to how Cedric would take him coming out. He had already come out to Sirius and Hermione; how bad could it be?

Cedric started speaking, breaking the silence between the two. "I started noticing I was gay right around my 4th year. I noticed I was staring at guys instead of girls. At first, I thought it was a phrase." Cedric smiled down at the ground, then looked at the young boy named Harry beside him. "These types of phrases last a lifetime."

Silence filled the space between them, yet again. In the distance, Harry could hear the many shouts and cheers coming from the miles of tents. "Really?" he asked in disbelief, looking at Cedric for a nod of hope. Well, he kind of knew it was okay to like guys because of the talk Sirius and Hermione gave him but he just wanted to hear it again. "So, is it normal to like... guys?" he asked, staring up at the tree and seeing a squirrel run into its nest from the high treetops.

Cedric nodded and smiled at Harry, seeing the same look in Harry's eyes that he felt back when he was thinking about his own sexuality. "Draco is quite good-looking, to be honest, I've got to admit." Cedric elbowed Harry playfully. "Even though he can be really mean sometimes, but everyone has a soft side of them. Nobody can just be good or bad, they have both. Ying and Yang. There is no good without evil, and there is no evil without good. It's what we act on that makes us who we are."

Harry nodded and gave a small smile in relief. "But what would Hermione and Ron think about my sexuality?" He asked, looking in Cedric's soft brown eyes. He's already told Hermione about it. Well, it was Hermione who found out by herself. It's just Ron he needs to tell.

Cedric gave Harry a stern but comforting look. "Harry, you need to talk to them about your sexuality. If they don't accept you, then they're not real friends. Real friends will accept you for who you are," he said, looking deep into Harry's eyes with his positive smile.

Thanks, Cedric," Harry said, trying to rush out of the conversation because he was feeling quite tired. He needed his sleep even if he hadn't had a decent amount of sleep for months. Cedric smiled at Harry. "For the talk, I mean."

Cedric looked at Harry worriedly as he could see a sudden emptiness in those green eyes but shook it off for now. "It's no problem, Harry. Now, C'mon, you look tired," he said as he stood up from the ground and dusted himself off. "We may as well head back to our tents as I'm sure Ron and Hermione are worried sick."

Harry nodded and stood up also. He gave Cedric a little wave goodbye as he walked back to the Weasley's tent. He knew Ron was probably sleeping already, and Hermione was probably reading a book at this hour. He knew they wouldn't be worried about him, only if he starts acting not like himself which he'll do his best not to.

When Harry knew he was at least halfway to the Weasley's tent, he caught sight of two blokes sitting by a bonfire. They were kissing. He forced a smile, finding it really cute. Oh, how he wished he had someone to do that with. One of the blokes had dark skin with black hair, and the other had light skin with sandy blonde hair. Strangely, they looked familiar to Harry. He shrugged at them and continued to the Weasley's tent.

Harry pulled back the tent flap and went inside. He managed to see every Weasley sound asleep, except... Dang it. He wasn't alone.

"Well, well, well, where have you been?" asked Fred who sat up from his cot with his arms crossed over his chest. He noticed Harry went off with Cedric a while back, having a thirty-minute conversation. It's a pretty long time.

Harry stood there and stared at the ground, not knowing how to reply. It should be easy. He only had a conversation with Cedric about... Well, about boys. "Just been on a walk." He could tell Fred didn't believe his lie. Merlin, he really needs to come up with easy lies.

"Okay then," Fred said in disbelief, rolling his eyes at Harry's bad lying skills. Someone, please teach this boy how to lie. Maybe he and George can give a few tips to Harry-kins.

Harry was going to walk towards his cot when Fred interrupted him. "Ah, ah, ah! Wait a minute," Fred said with a strong tone of voice, waving his finger in disapproval at him.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned around to face Fred, staring into his brown eyes with defeat. Honestly, can't he just have some alone time for once? He actually misses the Dursley household at times because he has his alone time, and he doesn't have to do or say anything except clean the house and do chores. The only things he doesn't miss, even if he knows he deserves them, are the punishments he gets.

"I saw you and Cedric out near a tree," Fred admitted to him and smiled curiously. He actually brought Harry out of his dark thoughts for a little while. "Seems like you were having quite the conversation if I do say so myself. Are you guys...?"

"No, we're not dating," Harry told him, shaking his head but the thought did sound nice. He was a damn handsome fellow. "Cedric and I were talking about things..." He had a feeling as if Fred were going to bombard himself with questions. He didn't mind actually. Talking about boys was sort of fun. He then had a million gay thoughts rush in his head, but they were innocent. Nothing too absurd. Just kissing and dating...

"What kind of things," Fred asked, intrigued and he winked at Harry. The younger Gryffindor really wished he had gotten here earlier so he didn't have to have this conversation. But dang, Fred and his charms. Boys... they are are just so handsome that it hurts!

"Um..." Harry didn't know what to start off with. The crush part or the liking boys' part. There was just so much to say!

"What were you talking about if you don't mind me asking?" Fred then asked with a softer tone, giving Harry a half-smile just to let him know that he'd be there to support him if this conversation was going to get a little personal.

"Sexuality," Harry said softly, wondering if Fred would accept him for liking guys. He slipped his hand into the pocket of his hoodie and right then, he felt it. His blade. He's used to having his blade with him, but he doesn't think he will need it tonight since there are just so many people around.

"Knew it!" replied Fred but with a satisfied smile on his face and running his hands through his hair, flipping it back. Harry watched as Fred's hair flopped back into place. He had an urge to feel it, to feel another guy's hair but he didn't try to.

"I think... but I know I'm into guys," Harry whispered quickly to Fred in case someone else was hearing the conversation. Then the thought of Justin came back to him. Those soft lips kissed his cheek, giving him a warm tingly feeling inside of himself. Merlin... Would all guys, if they kissed him, give him that feeling?

"Ah, I see." Silence had crowded the space between Harry and Fred for a moment. "Did you want to test that theory then, Harry?" Fred then asked with a challenging smile, lightly licking his lips.

Harry looked into Fred's brown eyes once again, not knowing how to reply. He was a little confused. How can you test this kind of theory? "Uh, what do you mean."

Fred sighed knowingly and shook his head. How could Harry not know what he meant? This boy's just so oblivious at times. "Harry, how would you test the theory of you thinking that you're gay?"

Harry thought for a minute before the realization hit him. His cheeks were tinged with a shade of red and so was his neck. "Oh, do you mean..." He felt a little awkward. He's never had his first kiss before. "You and me... Kiss?"

Fred nodded and Harry watched as Fred's cheeks reddened, which made him chuckle a little. "Oh, um... I've never thought about that," he told the older Weasley twin with a quick side smile. "I do think I'm gay. I notice myself looking at guys in Quidditch weekly more than I should, and Muggle magazines. But I just want to have my first kiss with someone that I like." The thought of kissing Fred just crossed his mind. He knew Fred was what? Two years older than himself but dang... those handsome looks.

"But you do like me, don't you?" Fred raised an eyebrow as he asked the question but in a teasing manner. Harry actually laughed at what he said. It has been a while since he last laughed. Probably around four months.

"Of course, I like you," Harry told him. He just doesn't understand why anyone wouldn't like Fred, George, or the Weasley family in general. They're the nicest family he has ever met. Well, the only family he has met. "Just, not in that way."

Fred nodded, understanding what he meant, and he accepted that. "I know, Harry." He sighed at the thought of ever stealing a first kiss from someone. "Shame, I could have stolen your first kiss." He added a mischievous smile to his expression just to make Harry laugh again and it worked.

Harry rolled his eyes at Fred. He wants to know what it's like, though. To kiss a guy. He just wants to be ready for the real thing. "Fine, just make it quick," he says and takes a slow step forward. "I kind of want to know how to kiss someone since I've never done it before."

Fred smiled at the younger boy, but his eyes trailed down to Harry's lips. He doesn't care about the whole 'Golden Boy' and 'Chosen One' title that Harry has. He's just 'Harry' to him. Harry-kins. "Okay. Harry, truth or dare?"

Of course, Fred had to make this more awkward for Harry. Fine, if this is the game that will be played, so be it. "Truth." He hasn't played this game at all if he's being honest. Well, there was a time back in year 5 when he was dared to leave the classroom and not come back until someone told him to. Nobody ever came out of the classroom to bring him back inside, and he got told off by a teacher for it.

Fred smiled mischievously at Harry. He needs to know a few things first before it gets a little exciting. Knowledge comes first before anything else. "Do you have a crush on anyone?"

Harry sighed. The most popular question known to mankind. Nobody can escape it. "Yes," he nodded, smiling slightly at the memory of seeing Malfoy today. He wondered what Fred's reaction would be if he told him who he liked. Amused, disgusted, and shocked, flashed in his mind in bold letters.

Fred looked up at Harry in surprise. He knew there must have been someone little Harry-kins had been eyeing. He wants to know who it is. Are they older? Younger? Taller? Smaller? But he sees Harry as a...bottom. He could be wrong though. "Oh, who is it?"

Harry shook his head, knowing this was an only one-way question game. You can't ask two questions at once in this game. Not that he knows of anyway. "One question at a time. Fred, Truth or Dare."

Fred sighed with defeat and replied with, "Truth." Easy peasy. But he wants to know who Harry's crush is. It's a must-know.

"What was the funniest prank you and George had ever done?" Harry had to ask as he was eager to hear a response from the prankster. Might as well have a laugh or two before it gets... weird.

"We lit Filch's office up in blue flames one time," Fred said, and he wiped back a tear of joy from the memory. "We laughed our butts off when he came out with sky-blue hair which was never our intention. It just happened." He sighed happily and looked back at Harry, smirking. "Truth or Dare."

"Dare." Harry hoped that whatever dare Fred would give him, it wouldn't be gross or totally idiotic like running around outside in only his boxers and shouting something dumb. Merlin, he knows of the dare's muggles do.

Fred gave Harry a knowing look as he said, "I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in this room."

Harry rolled his eyes and looked around the room. He thought about kissing George since he was already asleep and is Fred's twin but didn't want to wake him up. He gestured for Fred to come over to him with a wriggle of his finger. Might as well get it over and done with.

"Oh, Harry," Fred said sweetly with a hand over his heart. "I'm flattered!" He fluttered his ginger eyelashes at Harry and took the last step closer to him.

"Oh, shut up!" Harry responded quietly. When Fred was face-to-face with him, the twin rose Harry's chin up with a finger as he was like a foot taller than him. Harry froze and didn't exactly know what to do, even if it was obvious.

Fred rolled his eyes at the oblivious boy and was the one who leaned in, not breaking eye contact until his lips and Harry's were connected. He never, in his wildest dreams, had ever thought about snogging Harry Potter. It may have been a tiny dream he had a while ago, but it was just a dream - that had just come true. It felt weird kissing Harry since he is like a brother to him. He decided to make this the best first kiss Harry had ever had, so he wrapped his arms around Harry's back and guided Harry in the kiss.

After gathering everything that had just happened, Harry kissed Fred back and lifted his hand up to Fred's cheek, feeling his long red hair brush against his fingertips. It tickled! This was a funny but really nice feeling, kissing another boy. It was a pleasant feeling. In fact, Fred was a good kisser. The feeling of Fred's soft lips on his own felt really nice, so soft, even if he wasn't attracted to him in a lovey-dovey kind of way. Not like he was with... Draco. Then, Harry felt kind of guilty for kissing Fred, even though he and Draco weren't together. Harry was about to wrap his arms around Fred's lithe body, but Fred opened the gap between them, both panting heavily. 

Fred took a step back and looked Harry straight in his eyes, okay, maybe not straight, but directly in the eyes. "Whoa!" Fred replied, chuckling in amusement. "Wow..."

Harry looked back at Fred, seeing the rosy swollen lips that he had just kissed and pressed his lips together. Goodness... What a... kiss that was! He kind of felt funny in odd places on his body. " You just stole my first kiss; you should be feeling lucky."

"You are welcome, and wow, that was hot," Fred answered truthfully with a soft smile. He raised his arm up and pressed the back of his hand against his mouth. "Yes, I feel lucky."

Harry made his lips form a straight line, and he smiled. That was definitely something and he quite enjoyed it. "Well, now I can say that I'm definitely gay." He knew it already, but he just wanted to say it.

"I'll say!" came the voice of an amused twin brother with a smirk on his lips.

Fred and Harry looked over at the awoken Weasley twin brother, who sat on his cot looking at Harry and Fred in a mixture of surprise and shock.

"Hello Georgie, my dear twin brother, " Fred said, smiling sheepishly at his twin who looked quite amused. Even pranking his own twin was fun and hilarious. Maybe he should be kissing Harry more often in front of his family as just a funny prank.

"Hello Freddie, my dearest twin who just so happened to kiss Harry, our dearest non-blood brother," George said, wiggling his eyebrows at them. "We have so much to talk about, Fred." He squinted his eyes, which had a twinkle of mischief in them. "Firstly, when did this happen? How did this happen? Why did this happen? Lastly, why haven't you told me you and Harry were..."

"No, we're not dating, and it wasn't what it looked like," Harry quickly said to him, hoping George could see the earnestness in his eyes. Why do people keep thinking the guys he has conversations with are dating him? "Well it was, but it was just a dare."

George raised an eyebrow in interest at the younger boy. "Oh, so a dare in the night involving snogging my twin?" His face suddenly looked a little rosier. "Really, Harry?"

"Um, yeah?" Harry replied awkwardly with a little shrug. Merlin, this was hard. It shouldn't be hard to talk about though. "However, we were just talking about me."

"What about you, Harry" George asked with fascination, crossing his arms over his chest while looking from Harry to his twin and back to Harry with a wide grin on his face.

"About me being gay," Harry replied slowly and quietly. He still didn't want any eavesdroppers to hear this conversation. What if word got out into the Wizarding World that he was gay? Would he be able to cope with it?

"Riiight," George said with a prolonged 'I' and he gave his twin a playful pinch in the arm, which Fred grunted from since it did hurt. George only gave Harry a playful little nudge as he would rather be gentle with his non-blood brother than hard. "About you being gay for my twin brother?"

"No, no and no. I'm gay for Malfoy," Harry said absentmindedly, not knowing what he said. But then he realizes it. Oh shit. He was not meant to let that slip. He hesitantly bit his tongue hard in case something else came out of his mouth unexpectedly that could really be worrying to hear.

Fred and George looked at each other in surprise and then back at Harry. "Nawww, does somebody have the crushies-," started Fred with an inner glow in his eyes.

"-On a certain Blonde haired Slytherin," George finished the sentence for him, giving a bemused smile at Harry.

"So, what do you think?" Harry asks at once. "Are you disgusted with me? Disappointed in me for liking a Malfoy, or something?" A million thoughts rushed through Harry's brain, he cringed and looked at the ground. This was not meant to happen at all.

George saw the familiar frown on Harry's face he had seen loads of times but had been too scared to ask if he was alright. "Now, now, Harry. Don't think like that," he said carefully. "Yes, there are wizards who are homophobic but don't let them get to you. I, for one, want to thank you for telling us this."

"It's not okay to keep feelings bottled up inside, especially if it makes you, you," said Fred in a gentle manner. Hix expression softened when he saw how dull Harry's eyes looked. That was something he and his twin needed to keep an eye on. "No, we are not disgusted at you. We are a little surprised that you have a liking to Draco Malfoy, we all know how much of an insufferable git he is." Harry chuckled darkly at that.

"If you guys ever do get together the main thing is as long as he makes you happy, then we're happy," said George, his face upturned with a gentle smile and his eyes sparkled from the glimmer of the wall candle. "Besides, why on Earth would you think that we're homophobic when my brother just snogged you in front of me? Oh, and by the way, when am I going to get a kiss from you?" He twirled a lock of his hair around his finger and flutters his lashes. 

Fred snickered at his jealous brother and tapped him on the shoulder. It was time to go to sleep anyway.

"Right, um... I think one snogging session is enough for tonight," Harry said and rubbed at his elbows as one of his thinking gestures. "Maybe next time, George." He too winked at the twin of Fred. "By the way, what are you two? Gay or...?"

"We're Pansexual," Fred said in a bubbly voice. But then he hesitated when seeing the confusion written over Harry's face. "It means we like both boys and girls, but for their personality, not their bodies." Only he and his twin knew about this secret. He's never let anybody else know about their sexuality besides Lee Jordan who's their best friend.

Harry looked up at Fred and George and put on his famous fake smile. "Oh, I didn't know," he said a little slowly, and frowned again. Nobody really tells him gossip anyway. Not unless it is related to Voldemort. "Did you keep this to yourselves?"

"No, only Lee Jordan knows," said George, shaking his head at the question. "I think he's the only one, except you of course." He smiled at Harry, and then he said smoothly, "You know, your definitely not bad-looking yourself and I'm surprised no guy has asked you out yet."

The blush returned to Harry's face, and he looked to the ground, smiling a little. Nobody's ever told him he looks good before. All he has ever been called as a compliment is freak. It's just depressing. "I don't think many people are-,"

Harry got interrupted by Ron and their conversation which he was sitting up and wiping his eyes from sleep. "Harry, we have a long walk ahead of us tomorrow," he told his best mate sleepily, and his eyes were half-open. "Get some sleep."

"Okay, Ron," Harry quietly said in the direction of his best mate's bed. He nodded at Fred and George, telling them he should get some sleep and he saw Ron's head meet the pillow again. Did Ron hear their conversation? He hoped not. "Thanks for the talk, guys."

"It's nothing," Fred said with a little wave of his hand and he began walking towards his cot with George. "Good night, Harry." Fred turned to see Harry walking to his own cot, and he smiled.

"Have a good rest, Harry," George said as he got into his cot and laid back down. He crossed his arms over his chest like a muggle vampire would, and it made Harry quietly laugh at him.

"You guys have a good night's sleep too, Fred and George," Harry replied, sitting on his cot, and looking at them in the faint darkness of the tent. Merlin, everyone was a heavy sleeper. Then with a yawn, he lay down and looked up above him at the tent's roof.

Harry could still feel Fred's kiss still lingering on his lips. He turned over in his cot and started thinking about a certain blonde-haired Slytherin and what it'd be like to kiss those fine beautiful pink lips. Even the thought of Justin vanished as he was thinking about the blonde Slytherin. As soon as he felt tired enough, he fell asleep. But sleep wasn't easy for him. He woke up from a nightmare, without the screaming thankfully. The one he's been having for a while. But it was not very clear. All he could see was a graveyard, then an angel statue, a house, a weird thing covered in a blanket, then a green light and then nothing.

His eyes shot open and he sat up, staring around his surroundings. Everything was dark, and it only made Harry more scared. He kept his hand under the blanket and rolled his sleeve up. He scratched hard at his wrist, feeling the scabs rub off and little blobs of his blood slowly appear. This is exactly what he needed as he felt the wave of numbness hit him. He just kept scratching, scratching as hard as he could from under his sleeves. Feeling fulfilled, he crawled back under the sheets and just lay there in silence waiting until the next day came.

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Wow... Harry just had his first kiss with a Weasley!

When Fred and George Weasley bewitched snowballs to hit Professor Quirrell's turban, they were unwittingly hitting Voldemort in the face. Let's go throw snowballs at Quirrell! Does anyone want to come?