A Harry Potter fan fiction story by The Little Green Voice:

STRANGE DESIEASE

A/N: I found this story from the deep, dark parts of my computers never-ending-still-too-small memory and decided to finish it. I haven't been writing anything in English for a while (not even fanfics!) and with the finals coming (yes, I'm taking English again, just to see if I could do better) I thought I could do with some practical studying. I bet this idea first started bugging me to write it because of the song "Strange Disease" by Prozzak. Google the lyrics if you want to know why I thought it sounded just like Harry and Draco. I also saw a very well made H/D-fanvid with that song which probably is why I really got the idea. You can also find a certain song from Shania Twain in Draco's attitude later on. This really isn't going to be anything inventive and different, I bet there are millions of stories just like this about these two, but consider this as a harmless way to kill time and avoid boredom…

On with it now!

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Harry James Potter, The Boy Who lived, the Saviour of All Wizards, the Golden Boy, etc. etc. had just had a terrible, horrible and very bad school day. He had just gotten away from Professor Binn's dead-boring torture, meaning lecture, of course, which had been his last lesson of the day, and was now heading towards the library to find his two best friends. He saw a bunch of first and second year students on the corridor ahead of him and decided to take a detour through a secret passage way. Had it been any other day, he would've walked straight to them and greeted the Creevey brothers and their friends rather happily – or at least said a quick "hi". But now everything, even their friendly, smiling faces seemed to annoy the hell out of him.

When he finally arrived to the library, after taking many detours to avoid meeting other people, his annoyance only got worse. There was no Ron or even Hermione to be seen anywhere in the tables. He walked in and sat in one of the tables and took his Potions book out. He was already on a bad mood (to say the least), so it couldn't hurt to get a bit more frustrated with his least-favourite-subject. At least he wouldn't have to worry about it later in case he'd somehow manage to get on a better mood. Leaning his head to his left hand, he started to read the chapter he was supposed to summarise as a homework.

"Amortentia, or Love Potion as it is informally referred to, can be recognized by it's mother-of-pearl sheen, characteristically rising spiral steam and how it smells different to everyone according to what attracts them the most. Amortentia, despite of it's nickname "Love Potion", does not create real - - - "

Almost furiously Harry shut the book and pushed it roughly to his bag. It was just too boring. Really. That was why he couldn't keep on reading about the bloody potion that created obsessive dependency on someone. It was a boring text. Plus, it was potion's stuff. He hated potions. Just then he heard footsteps coming from the door behind him, getting closer.

"Harry, mate, sorry, I'm late, it took ages for the new Head Boy to try and explain what we already knew Prefects must do … I can't believe they chose a Hufflepuff … well, at least he's not as arrogant as Percy was …"

Ronald Weasley sat sighing happily to the table, directly facing Harry.

"Geez, mate you look like you had – I don't know – been kicked out of Quiddich team or something... What's up?"

"I had a History of Magic lesson." Harry said sternly as if that would explain everything. "And you two were away. I barely survived."

"Ouch. I'm sorry, mate. Was it that dull?"

"Terribly." Harry didn't feel like whining to Ron about how the problem actually was that it had been with Slytherins. And a lesson with Slytherins meant a lesson with Malfoy. And a lesson with Malfoy meant … well, a rather distracting lesson, to say the least. Ron wouldn't understand, if he himself didn't, then how could Ron?

Harry wasn't sure since when, but Malfoy had really started to bug him. Badly. Annoy him. Frustrate him. Very badly. As long as he could remember, the other boy had had a certain influence on him, some way to make him loose his temper and act irrationally. To start fighting without caring about the consequences. To curse and swear at him even in the presence of a teacher. And trying not to required enormous amounts of self-control, which, of course, drove him on the edge of exploding with anger and frustration. There was a simple reason for this, of course. And the reason was, surprise, surprise, a crush.

Yes, the famous Harry Potter, the Golden Boy, Saviour of the Wizarding kind etc. etc. was very much gay indeed. And not in the happy-joyful-way. Not much of a surprise there either.

When Harry himself finally got a grip of it and admitted to himself that no, he wasn't totally odd, he was just homosexual, it didn't come to him as a terrible shock. He first came across the term on the Sex Ed. course they had been forced to take during fourth year and heard that it wasn't really that rare. After listening to the teacher lecturing about how it was "perfectly normal", "not to be ashamed of" and "just another difference like a hair colour", Harry decided to settle with that term. He couldn't really deny it, after all, why else had it been the very male Ron Weasley who had been stolen from him as a "hostage" for the second task of Triwizard tournament if he hadn't had a crush on him at the time? And why else had he always been so unfortunate with all his affairs with girls? Why else had Cedric kept on looking at him that way and been so friendly to him if he hadn't thought he might have chances with Harry? And why else had Hermione come to ask him about it after the Sex Ed. lesson…

And why else was he always so terribly annoyingly obsessed with Draco Malfoy if it didn't have anything to do with the fact that Malfoy was drop-dead gorgeous, hot as hell and cute as a … well, a ferret. And of course there was that "naughty boy" thing that always attracted Harry very much in him. Who said that it was only the girls who always fancied bad boys?

"So … where's Hermione?" Harry asked, noticing the absence of the trio's only female.

"Oh, she's talking to the new Head Girl, to … well, she's … err … trying to arrange some changes for our night watch shifts …" Ron's face was suspiciously becoming sort of red-ish and smiling when he said this.

"What cha-" Harry asked, lifting his eyebrows at Ron's blush, but right then the bushy-haired girl in question ran to them.

"There you are!" Hermione sat next to Ron who was smiling at her like the sun. "Ron, Leann said it's okay. And -" She stopped when she looked at Harry.

"You look like Hedwig's died! What's wrong, Harry?"

Harry sighed. Was he really that easy to read?

"I'm fine. I just had to be on a history lesson without you guys and with Slytherins." Harry explained and took the Standard Book of Spells Grade Six from his bag, taking care that he didn't as much as touch the Advanced Potion Making Book of Doom.

"Okay … Well. Shall we start then?" Hermione asked keenly from the boys. "Charms first? We've got to do that essay for tomorrow so it would be sensible…"

"Sounds like fun." Harry said ironically, opened his book and started flapping through the pages.

"I can't believe this, I left my book upstairs!" Ron whined after searching his bag through.

"Well, go get it then. You won't have time to do it later with our night watch and all." Hermione snapped, but with a warm smile that made Ron's ears turn red. He didn't stay and argue, but walked out of the library with a simple 'I'll be back in a minute'.

The remaining two friends sat and read in silence for a while. After two and a half paragraphs of the proper uses of an Engorgement Charm, Harry broke the silence.

"So… what was all that night watch shift-changing and smiling happily all about?" He asked. "Sounded like a little secret."

Hermione just glanced at him and smiled at her book.

"Did you finally manage to actually tell him?" Harry asked, surprise and hope clear on his face. He had been waiting for the girl to do something. Ron was a lost case, but perhaps Hermione had finally made the move…

"Well…" The girl blushed little and smiled. She sure looks happy about something, Harry thought.

"Well…?" Harry prompted.

"Well, I didn't say it, to be accurate. You know he's no good with words in a situation like that… and neither am I … so I kind of just…"

"Wrote it down in an essay-form?" Harry asked. His bad mood disappeared for a moment. The lovesick whining was finally going to be over – from both of them!

"No, I … I just sort of … kissed him. In the hallway after the Prefect's meeting." Hermione said very quickly.

Harry stared at his most-rational-and-never-impulsively-acting friend. "Kissed him? Just like that? And here I thought your problem was that you were too shy!"

"I ... well, I thought that if I couldn't voice it I could at least … well … act on it…"

"And it worked?" Harry asked. He was amazed of Hermione's sudden lack of subtlety. He could very well imagine how surprised Ron No-One-Likes-Me-Especially-Not-Hermione Weasley had been when the love of his life suddenly just jumped him.

"Well, yes … it was easier to talk after it was quite clear what I meant … and quite clear that he meant it too… Oh, but I'm so happy now! You were right, all along, why didn't I believe you?" Hermione blurted out, smile like the sunshine.

"Ron didn't either." Harry smirked

"He talked about me to you?" Hermione looked like a schoolgirl in love. Well, considering that she actually was a schoolgirl and obviously in love it wasn't so odd, but… it was Hermione! That made it really odd.

"Of course, why do you think I always tried to make you speak to him if I didn't want to get rid of the whining I got to hear from both of you?" He said.

"Oh… so… what did he say about me?" Harry sighed at this. It was almost worse than the endless oh-I'm-so-in-love babbling…

"The usual things a guys says when he's in love, I guess. That you're the prettiest, most charming and wonderful and the nicest girl he's ever met and that if I weren't his best friend you'd be and that he'd just want to be with you always and … oh, please, will you start acting a bit more like the Hermione I know?" Harry stopped listing the things he had so often heard from Ron during the past two years.

Hermione had started to smile very unnervingly in-love-like, staring into a place far a way behind Harry's head, somewhere no-one else could see (except Ron probably). It was rather freaky, really, to see the smart and always alert Hermione act like a love-sick fool he himself was feeling.

"You started the topic yourself." Hermione pointed out, getting out of the spell quickly. And as if she had been reading Harry's mind, she continued: "And you'd best not talk about acting weird or not daring to confess your love, Harry. At least not until you do it yourself."

Harry stared at her. A cold blade by the name of She Knows slashed right through him, causing him feel a bit sick and very worried. He had never, ever, not in his wildest dreams considered the option of talking about his crush with Hermione. But, it was quite fitting that she knew, Harry admitted in his mind, after all, she seemed to know almost everything anyway.

"Okay, I confess, I'm rather shocked. How do you know?" Harry said in a rather quiet, weak and shaky voice.

"Well, you're a very bad liar and a very bad secret admirer too, Harry." Hermione said as if she'd been explaining that she had just came across the information in a book called The Secret Thoughts of Harry Potter.

"I – I am? But … but does Ron know? He'd go nuts… I mean he'd never understand -" Harry stuttered.

"Oh, gosh, you're not that bad a liar! And besides, why would Ron be upset about something like that? He's the one who's been telling you to get a move on and find someone for ages!" Hermione said all this as if it was quite normal for a male Gryffindor and a member of the Order of the Phoenix to fall for a Slytherin and a Death Eater's son.

"I don't think Ron meant to go and fall for Him! He's always been a Slytherin-hater! He'd never understand!" Harry said.

"So he's a Slytherin, right?" Hermione asked, looking very interested, her Charms book laying on the table totally forgotten with her notes.

"Yes, he's a Slytherin and you bloody well know it – wait…" Suddenly Harry realized something. "You don't know who it is?"

"I didn't, but I'm quite sure now." Hermione said and seeing her self-satisfied smile, Harry mentally kicked himself, hard. Obviously there was a reason for Hermione to know so much about him.

"Shit."

"Language, Harry. So. Let me think now. A he and a Slytherin and I 'bloody well know it'?" Hermione asked, tilting her head at Harry with a knowing look on her face. Harry knew she didn't need an answer. "So how long?" She asked.

"Since the start of this year I guess", Harry sighed, feeling utterly defeated, "At least that's when I admitted it."

"And we thought it was still about Cedric! I mean, you've been acting all weird, almost like obsessed with something … well, him of course, obviously, as we said to you, but we thought it wasn't really because of him… We thought you might've just been kind of trying to find a replacement, something else to think about and .. well … We thought you were still all upset about Cedric's death – I mean, we thought coming back here reminded you and … well, I guess we were wrong then… It was Him all the time, right?"

"Since the first day." Harry confirmed. "And, for your information, I didn't lie when we talked about it last year and I told you I got over Cedric's death. He wasn't … I didn't like him like that, really."

"I didn't think you lied." Hermione said.

For a moment they sat in a silence. Harry both did and didn't hope that Ron would come soon as it would probably lead to Hermione start blushing and talking to Ron instead of him or she might keep on this subject. Which wouldn't be a good idea when Ron was around. Really. Harry didn't want to tell Ron, not if it was possible to avoid.

"Um… Hermione?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Could you please not tell Ron?" Harry pleaded.

"I could. But I think you should do something about it. I mean, Ron's supposed to be your best friend." Hermione said, looking her very serious self.

"I'll tell him … eventually … I mean, he doesn't even know I'm, well, flying for the other team…" Harry mumbled the last part. He had herd the term from Fred Weasley some time ago at a Quiddich practise. "He might really freak out."

"Flying for the-? Oh, right! But he does know you're gay." Hermione said cheerfully and a bit too loudly for Harry's liking.

"What?" Harry was, again, shocked. He seriously should start learning how to keep secrets hidden.

"Though, he would've liked to hear it from you. He was really disappointed that you wouldn't trust him that much." Hermione added.

"You didn't…!" Harry's eyes opened.

"I didn't." Hermione said. "But he's not an idiot, you know. It was him who actually pointed it out to me at sex ed., too. He's not that intolerant with these things!"

"He… Ron… Oh, my god, what else? Who else knows?"

"I don't know anyone else." Hermione said and Harry sighed with relief.

"Okay… so, well… Just… just don't tell Ron who it is…"

"I won't. But you really should do something about it. About Him, I mean. You can't keep on being like that." Hermione said, ending her sentence into a whisper when she noticed her new boyfriend walking towards them with his Charms book.

"Do something like what?" Harry hissed almost angrily and lifted his book to hide his face behind it. "Just randomly kiss him like you did? I'm quite sure that wouldn't be a very good idea with him in question."

At that moment Ron sat back to his seat and Hermione blushed. Harry mentally sighed with relief. Ron was definitely his best friend, he thought.

"So … which spell was it?" The read head asked from his friends.

"Engorgio." Harry and Hermione answered in a chorus. Ron looked at the both of them and decided not to ask.

He opened his book and started to read. They finished their essays and other homework during the next two hours, with more than a little help for the boys from Hermione. After that they set off walking towards the Gryffindor common room.

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A/N:As you see, nothing very spectacular and original is coming, after all, this is a fanficion story. But this is the first chapter anyhow. I'm sorry for not making up witty names for the chapters, but originally this was supposed to be a longish short story. But it kind of grew longer and longer and… well.

So. Without further ado, thanks for reading and a review of some kind would be very much appreciated if only you have the time!

The next chapter is coming in a few days.