Song- If I Die Young

It had been three days since Pansy had told Draco she liked girls, and Draco's mind hadn't stopped spinning since, before it stopped on the conclusion that he thought Harry was attractive.

He couldn't truly deny it anymore. It was there, plain as day.

He didn't like girls. He liked boys.

And it terrified him.

He decided to confront the object of his affection.

He knew where to go now, but still stopped by several shops first in an attempt to stall.

But he ended up back in the dark shop, talking to Petunia yet again.

"I would like to speak with Harry."

"He's not here right now," she said.

Liar.

He could see her eyes dart slightly behind him, unable to look him in the eye when saying the statement.

"Don't lie to me."

She shook where she stood. "Why ever would you want to see him?"

"I don't think it's any of your business."

She was shaking a lot now. "Boy!" she shouted.

In an instant, Harry was next to her, green eyes fixed on Draco.

Draco froze. He had never been this close to the boy. He was even prettier up close.

He was almost speechless, before remembering he was a damn prince and he had to pull it together.

"I would like to speak with you."

Harry raised one eyebrow, grinning. "Then speak."

Draco couldn't help but grin at the sarcastic edge to the boy's tone. Petunia gasped and smacked Harry on the back of the head.

"Ow!" Harry complained. Draco's smile faded.

"I would like to speak with you privately," he clarified.

Harry flashed him a grin. "Okay."

Harry led him outside to a small garden in the backyard, sitting on a bench and leaning back. Draco sat on a bench opposite to him.

It was only in the light that he now saw the bruise on Harry's cheek, the thinness to his body suggesting malnutrition.

"Why did you need to talk to me?" Harry asked, looking a bit worried now. "I haven't accidentally committed treason, have I?"

Draco laughed despite himself. "No. You're safe. For now." At Harry's grin, he couldn't help feeling a little proud that he had amused the other boy.

"Then what?"

"What happened to your face?" Draco asked quietly.

Harry tensed slightly. "You can thank the lovely Vernon Dursley for that one."

"He hit you?" Draco asked, shocked.

Harry bit his lip and looked at the ground.

"Do they feed you?"

"Sometimes." Harry sounded hesitant to share this information. "Are you really as in love with Persephone as you seem?"

"What?" Draco asked, surprised.

"If you get to ask personal questions with honest answers, I feel I should get the same courtesy, Your Highness," Harry said with a small grin.

Draco sighed, grinning a bit. "No. I'm not. My turn."

"Ah ah ah. You asked me two questions. Still my turn."

Draco grinned at the smirking boy. "Fine."

"Do you two love each other at all?"

"Yes," Draco answered honestly. He wasn't lying, he just wasn't telling the exact truth. "How did your parents die?"

"They were murdered when I was a baby. Are you and Persephone in love at all?"

Draco tensed at this question. "No. Have your relatives always been this way?"

"Wait wait wait. You two don't love each other that way? At all?"

Draco looked down at the ground. "No."

"Then why are you getting married?"

"When did this become an interrogation of me?" Draco asked, annoyed.

Harry raised an eyebrow, unfazed. "You may be a prince, but you don't have to be an asshole."

Draco frowned. "I'm still the prince, and I should be treated with a level of respect."

"I'll treat you with respect when you lower your damn voice and tell me why the hell you even came over and talked to me."

"This was a mistake," Draco replied coldly. "I won't be seeing you again."

"Fine by me, Your Royal Bitchness."

Draco whipped around. "What did you just say to me?"

"I called you a bitch." Harry's face remained stubborn, arms folded, and only the tapping of his foot gave away his nervousness.

Draco's mouth opened, and closed. He had never been called a bitch before. Not even by Pansy or Blaire.

Draco burst into laughter.

Harry's face changed into one of shock as Draco laughed harder and harder. He continued to stare at Draco until the blonde regained control of himself.

"No one's ever called me a bitch before," Draco said, a smile still on his face.

"And that's funny to you?" Harry had a smile on his face now too.

"It is. I'm not sure why."

Harry looked down at the ground, and then up at Draco, a soft smile on his face.

And Draco knew he was fucked.