Takes place in Chamber of secrets. Ron and Harry have taken polyjuice and look like Crabby and Goyle.

Harry felt quite odd in Goyle's body. It was not as odd as he felt when Malfoy said something he, and Ron had never expected him to say.

.........

Not noticing that they were not Crabby and Goyle, Malfoy had allowed them into the slytherin common room.

Malfoy plopped himself down on the couch.

When 'Crabby' and 'Goyle didn't do the same Malfoy gave them a look and told them to sit down.

"You'd never know that the Weasleys were Purebloods, the way they behave. They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world. All of them!"

At Malfoy's words Ron's hand clenched in anger.

"What's wrong with you Crab?"

Harry gave him a nudge rather roughly to diffuse his anger.

"Stomachs ache," Ron answered sounding constipated.

Malfoy looked away in disgust before continuing, "You know, I'm surprised that the daily prophet hasn't done a report on all of these attacks. I suppose Dumbledore is trying to hush it all up. Father always said that Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to this place."

Now Harry felt protective of the man that had helped him and given him advice. Not thinking of the situation he shouted, "you're wrong!"

Realizing his mistake when Malfoy looked at him in surprise, his eyes went wide, his mouth fell slightly open, and he looked down.

"What? You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore?"

Ron shook his head violently and Harry looked down in thought.

"Well do you?" Malfoy demanded.

With a sudden thought, Harry looked back up. Asking more than telling he spoke his name, "Harry Potter?"

Ron nodded.

Draco glared at him. "Goyle, we've talked about this."

Harry looked at him in curiosity.

"You know he's the love of my life. Saint potter, Man of my dreams, golden boy... So how dare you even go there!"

Ron and Harry sat there dumbstruck. What had they just heard? This was a lot to take in.

"What's wrong with you two?" Malfoy asked.

They didn't even notice his words, or themselves start to change back to themselves. That's how surprised they were. First came Harry's scar. Ron's hair came next. Then the two began to thin extremely fast.

Malfoy watched awestruck as they turned back to themselves. The two boys themselves hadn't noticed.

Malfoy being a Slytherin decided to take this opportunity realizing that they must've used Polyjuice.

"Umm, Crabby, could you get me some food from the kitchen. Goyle, could you come with me?"

Ron jumped out at the chance not even looking at Harry. Having no choice, Harry let Malfoy lead him. Soon they came to a room. Most likely Malfoy's.

His room was painted a Slytherin green. Satin sheets freshly done and neat. There was not a thing out of place, and it was organized unlike the Gryffindor rooms. It only had one queen sized bed, which made him think that each Slytherin had their own room.

"Here, drink this. You seem a little out of it." Malfoy passed Harry a strange beaker. Harry didn't question it and drank every last drop.

Malfoy then locked the door and used quickly used a spell to get Harry's wand. Now he was defenseless.

"What do you think of me Potter?"

Harry answered almost automatically, "You can be a right git sometimes, but I have a small crush on you that I haven't told anyone about." Harry looked extremely surprised. As did Malfoy.

"Polyjuice only lasts an hour Potter." That answered one of his questions. "And if you're wondering why you just blurted that, it's because I gave you veritaserum. I believe you used an illegal potion. Why?"

"To find out who the heir of Slytherin is."

Malfoy snorted. "Well I have no idea. Nobody really does. Some people think it's you, but that's just unlikely."

Noticing his chance to speak, while Malfoy thought, somehow Harry found the two most useless questions to ask at this time. "How in Merlin's name did you get Veritaserum? And why?"

Malfoy snorted again, yet decided to answer. "Snape. We have it for truth or dare." Malfoy paused for a brief second, before continuing uncertainly, "Do you think we could ever be friends?"

"No."

At this response Malfoy looked crestfallen.

"You know the way out Potter," he spat the last part with venom.

Malfoy began to strut toward the door before his dramatic exit was ruined.

"Malfoy wait!"

"Oh yes, I forgot. I still have your wand. Well here it is." He was offering the wand in his outstretched arm, but Harry didn't take it.

"Malfoy..."

He flinched away hearing his last name.

"Please don't make fun of me. Just take the wand and leave Potter," he mumbled just loud enough for Harry to hear.

"No Draco," he whispered not meaning for Draco to hear it. He did though and his head shot up.

"I couldn't just be friends with you..."

Malfoy curious asked, "and why not?"

"Because I want more," he blurted. Harry was now blushing like crazy. He wouldn't have said the last part, but the Veritaserum made him.

Malfoy was looking at him with wide eyes, and mouth agape. His stare intense. Feeling as if his soul was on display, Harry grabbed his wand and ran. The stare was too much for him. So he did what he was almost never allowed to do anytime in his life. He chose flight over fight. Who knew that it felt that good to get away from your problems?

Bolting through random hallways, he found himself lost. He had no idea where to go. Alone, and thinking over what had happened, he felt a tear go down his cheek. Exhausted from the day, the things that had just happened, and his emotions, Harry collapsed onto the floor. Curling himself into a ball, he let the tears flow.

Letting the tears, the pent up anger at the Dursleys, and the sadness from seeing that shocked look on Malfoy's face, all out.

That's when he heard footsteps. Harry didn't bother to look.

"Harry?" It sounded like Malfoy, but but couldn't be. Malfoy wouldn't call him by his first name. So Harry didn't move.

The person moved beside him, and softly lay his arms around Harry. At first Harry flinched, but soon he let himself relax. As he continued to cry, the person rubbed gentle circles on his back to help calm him.

"Tell me why you're crying Harry," the person whispered.

Harry then began to rant, "Well there's the part where I don't have any real family. I live in a cupboard because my guardians hate me for having magic. I'm the reason my parents are dead. I've been adding unnecessary drama into my friends lives. Draco found out I like him, and I'm pretty sure he hates me now. That pretty much covers it." Blasted Veritaserum.

Now looking up to see who he'd just spilled his secrets to, he found a blond haired, grey eyed boy. His eyes wide and mouth agape again.

"Wait, yoi live in a cupboard?" His grey eyes staring atvhim in shock. Suddenly, he shook his head. "Never mind that, we'll figure that out later. Potter- I mean Harry, I hope its okay that I call you Harry now, you never let me say anything before."

Harry chanced a look up, and their eyes met.

Draco simply stated, "I want more too."

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