(I dont own any of these characters etc)

Hey so this chapter will have a lot of fluff, some angst and bullying just a heads up. Might bring in an original character or two later but it'll be a background character. Need some help writing smut so if you wanna help with that leave a comment or private message me! Thanks and I hope you enjoy.

Harry and Draco followed Luna outside to the picnic.

"Everyone is there. We have brooms for Quidditch, and Wizard Chess too! Oh, Hermione and Ron are playing against each other right now and everyone's placing bets on who is going to win, since Hermione is so brilliant and Ron is fantastic when it comes to Wizard Chess." Luna explained as they walked outside. Warm sun hit Harry's face and he took a deep breath. The air had a hint of summer still lingering in it. They walked up to the large blanket with their friends laid out, they looked at the brooms, various treats and drinks, and Ron and Hermione in a heated game of Wizard Chess.

"Queen to F3!" Ron shouted, too concentrated on the game to notice Harrys arrival.

"Knight to D2!" Hermione countered. Hermione's knight drew it's long sword and proceeded to stab Ron's king dramatically in the chest. "Yes! Oh Ronald I knew I would beat you this time! I told you I'm a quick learner." she quipped.

"Oh hush you." Ron said leaning over the chess board to place a chaste kiss on Hermione's lips. Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Oh Draco! Harry! You made it." Hermione stuttered, blushing from the public display.

"Want a butterbeer Harry?" Ron asked grabbing one from a basket.

"Sure. Thanks Ron." he smiled as he took the drink from his friends hand. Suddenly remembering Draco was there and feeling so rude for not offering him one, he turned to face him. "Uh, D-Malfoy, you want one too?" A small smile pulled at Draco's lips, he appreciated Harry thinking about him.

"Y-yeah thanks." Draco replied.

After multiple games of Quidditch, three-legged races, and chess, the group sat in what slightly roughly resembled a circle all cuddled together. All except Harry and Draco. Luna was lying against Neville while sitting in between his legs, Ron and Hermione were cuddled together sitting against the tree, Dean was lying on the ground, his head on Seamus' lap. Even Blaise and Pansy were holding hands and stealing kisses. Harry longed to claim Draco as his. To show him off. His hand snuck closer to Draco's, lying flat on the blanket. Draco noticed Harry's hand shift closer to his and adjusted his hand so their fingertips were just barely touching. Just as Draco's fingers crept closer to Harry's, Oliver Jones and some of his friends walked by, noticing the action.

"Oi! Malfoy! You bent for Potter?!" he yelled. Draco's head snapped up, recognizing the short brown hair, he jerked his hand away from Harry's. A brief second of panic washed over his face before almost clicking into his usual face of disgust, as if a switch was flipped.

"Get off of me Potter!" Draco spat angrily, shoving Harry with force. Harry was taken aback by the sudden change in Draco's behaviour. Emotions coursed through him, hurt, anger, sadness.

"Fucking fags! No one wants you here!" Oliver yelled across the field, snickering as he walked away.

"Leave him alone, Jones!" Neville called out.

"You're only saying that because they let you join in on their threesomes!" Jones blurted.

"Enough!" Hermione stood up. "Oliver, honestly leave us alone. You're acting childish."

"Oooh poor weak fairies, need a mudblood to stand up for them. I'm only saying what everyone is thinking!" Oliver quipped, walking away. Hermione slowly sat back down, a sympathetic look on her face. An uncomfortable silence passed through the group.

"Jesus" Seamus muttered, reaching for the Firewhiskey.

Draco stalked back to the dorm. Emotions a whirl, he couldn't believe he was that close to being outed. He barely had the guts to tell Blaise, his best friend. Hell, he had only just come to terms with it himself. Malfoy's aren't gay, he thought to himself. They're pureblooded wizards who reproduce heirs. Draco slammed the door shut behind him on his entry to his dorm. Tears in his eyes, he headed towards the bathroom. He had to fix himself before Harry came back. He couldn't let him know he wore makeup. After failed attempts at dabbing away light brown mascara streaks, and cleaning smudged eyeliner, Draco gave up and washed it all away. His eyes red and puffy, his lips swollen from crying, with tear streaks running down his face, he scowled at his own reflection. How ugly he looked. His hair a mess, his face a mess; how was it even possible Harry liked him? Pain wrenched his heart, Draco knew he couldn't risk a relationship. He'd just have to buckle down into a normal heterosexual relationship, and he knew just the girl.

"Me? You want to go out with me?" Poppy Wright clarified.

"Y-Yes, Poppy" Draco sighed.

"I can't believe it, and to think for a second I was convinced you were gay!" she squealed. Draco blushed quickly.

"God no! Poppy you're really uh-" Draco wracked his brain trying to think of what someone would say to a girl. "You've got a- you've got nice tits." He blurted. Poppy blushed and turned away, smiling into her scarf. She looked back at Draco, twirling her strawberry blonde braids between her fingers.

"Draco! Not here." she teased. Draco shifted uncomfortably and faked a smile which, to be honest, looked more like a grimace. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

"Poppy- where are we going?" he asked.

"On our first date silly! Remember? Everyone is going to Hogsmeade today!" she reminded him.

Draco mentally kicked himself in the shins. How could he forget?! Of course, ask her out on a Hogsmeade day, perfect. Poppy talked the entire way there, not letting Draco add anything into the conversation, which really worked out considering he hated her. He felt his stomach begin to somersault when they came closer to the main street. Just as they turned the corner, Draco saw the last thing he wanted to see that day. Harry. He saw his face fall, his heart break. He wanted to scream, and run at him, and shake him, and tell him that he loves him! But, he couldn't. Because Malfoy's aren't gay.

Yikes I feel like that chapter was rough, I'm having a hard time getting back into this and I don't know if I need a lot of praise or constructive criticism. Please review! Also if you can write smut and want to help me, please contact me! Thanks again xx