A/N: Hey guys! I hope you're still enjoying the story, I know I'm enjoying writing it! Be sure to fav, follow, or review if you like it! And now that I'm adding more POV's, I'd like to point out that unless stated otheriwse, you can assume that the chapter starts from Harry's POV. It will be stated when someone else starts the story and when it switched from POV to POV. So enough of this, onto the story! Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form. I am simply using the characters and setting already made up by the wonderful J.K. Rowling and putting them in my own plot.

Chapter 4

"Are you free to talk now?" Harry asked Ron, who was sat on his four-poster bed, homework spread across it. Harry had just gotten back from the library with Hermione, where the two had done their homework together. Harry had actually done his homework for once, knowing he should get it out of the way in case him and Ron's conversation lasted forever.

"Well, I figured we could talk after dinner," Ron answered, looking down at his homework. "I've got quite the load tonight."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, that's cool," he said awkwardly, backing up a little. "I'll see you after dinner then?" Ron nodded, keeping his eyes glued to his homework. Harry knew he was only really putting off this conversation because Ron never concentrated that much on homework. Harry left the dormitory and went down to the Common Room.

In the Common Room were a bunch of students, mostly younger ones, who were doing their homework. Harry sat down in a couch near the fireplace and next to a group of three third year girls. When Harry sat down, the girls all looked at him. He tried to ignore it, but one whispered something to another, and then they started talking.

"Hey Harry, are you shagging Malfoy?" one of them said loudly, obviously wanting to attract attention. If Harry had been drinking water, he would have spit it out. He noticed almost everyone in the Common Room was now looking towards him.

"No!" Harry said defensively. "I don't what makes you think that, but it's none of your business anyway."

The girls giggled. "Oh, you know what makes us think that," one of the other girls said. "We know about your potions class this morning."

"Who doesn't?" Harry said, getting more annoyed.

"I don't," one fourth year boy in the back of the room said, Harry shot him a glare.

"Well, it's none of anybody's bussiness," Harry said, standing up from his spot. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go somewhere where I won't get harrased by my own housemates." Harry stormed out of the Common Room, completely aware of the bewildered looks on all of the young Gryffindors' faces.

Harry went to the library and stayed there with Hermione until it was time for dinner. Again, they walked down to the Great Hall together, but this time Ron was already there. They sat down with him, ignoring the looks that were coming their way.

"You know what I think happened?" Harry happened to hear from what seemed like the Ravenclaw table. "I bet that Granger has feelings for Malfoy as well. So when Potter admitted his feelings this morning, so got upset and mad. That's why she stormed off at lunch. And then Weasley followed her to calm her down because he's secretly in love with her!" the girl said triumphiantly.

Harry sighed, not even wanting to hear anymore of the rumors. He piled up his plate and ate quickly, ignoring all of the gossip he was still hearing. He was quite sure that the girls from the Common Room were spreading around what had happened and that he was so defensive because they actually are shagging but no one can know. Once he was done, he stood up to leave. "Ron, I'll be in the dorm for when you're ready to talk," he said, Ron nodded, and Harry was finally able to leave.

Harry went straight to the dormitory when he got back to Gryffindor Tower. About ten minutes later, Ron entered the room. "Hey," Harry said.

"Hi," Ron said, sitting down his bed whch was next to Harry's.

There was an awkward silence. "So, what's bothering you?" Harry asked, unsure of how to start this conversation.

Ron shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I mean, we're supposed to be best mates, right?" he said, and Harry nodded. "Then why didn't you tell me that you- erm- preferred blokes?"

Harry frowned. "Ron, I want you to know I was planning on telling you soon. I have only recently come to terms with it and Hermione found out almost as soon as I did."

"Well, I still think you should've told me right away, especially because you fancy Malfoy," he said. "I mean, I guess it's private, but we're supposed to tell each other everything."

Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "Well then, I think you have something to tell me," he smirked.

Ron looked confused. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said defensively.

"Ron, calm down, I'm talking about your very obvious crush on Hermione," Harry said, trying to hide his laugh.

A look of realization washed up on Ron's face. "I do not fancy Hermione," said Ron, very unconvincingly.

"Oh really?" Harry smirked. "That's like saying Gryffindors and Slytherins aren't enemies." Ron almost smiled at that, but kept his very serious face he had been wearing. "Oh, come on, Ron! You know I won't tell her."

"Fine," Ron said, defeated,his cheeks turning as red as his hair. Harry smiled triumphantly. "But , Harry, why Malfoy?" Ron asked, obviously trying to change the subject.

"Well, I don't really know, honestly," Harry said. "I mean, he's smart," he continued trying to think of why he actually fancied him. "And call me crazy, but I honestly think there's some good deep down in him. Oh! And he's a good quidditch player," he rambled on. Ron looked like he was going to be sick.

"Keep going, will ya?" Ron said sarcastically.

"And did I mention he's not too hard on the eyes?" Harry said, simply to annoy Ron.

"Harry!"

"Sorry, mate."

*Draco's POV*

Draco was laying on his bed, rubbbing his temples while thinking about all of the evnts that happened today. He couldn't stop thinking about that weird feeling he had around Potter and when he was mentioned. He debated calling Pansy in to help him, but he didn't want her to think he's crazy. So instead, he was left to deal with his confusing thoughts himself.

Draco started going through all of the emotion that could be causing this feeling. 'Embrassment?' he thought. 'No, Potter's the one that should be embrassed... Anger? No, for some strange reason I'm not angry with him for once.' As his thinking continued, he wasn't getting any closer to his solution. 'Amusement? Nope, although this situation is amusing, that's not what's causing this strange feeling.'

Then, one thought came to his head, and his stomach dropped. He had figured out why he was getting this strange feeling, and he did not like the conclusion. "Oh, shite,' he thought. 'I fancy Harry Potter.'

Draco's head spun. 'Why? When? How?' he thought. 'No one can ever find out about this.' Draco was supposed to be married once he turned 18 to a girl of his father's choice. Not only would Lucius be mad that Potter wasn't the one he had chosen, but also that he wasn't the right gender to make babies.

Draco tried pushing these thoughts away. Needless to say, it didn't work. He started thinking about all the rumors and how he wished some of them were true. Not all of them, some were crazy. But the ones about him and Potter snogging, that didn't seem too bad.

'No, this can't be,' he thought. 'This has to be a dream.' Draco tried pinching himself, hitting himslef, anything to try to wake him up. But he wouldn't, and it seemed he was stuck in reality. He tried stopping his feelings for Potter, but the more he thought about it, the more they seemed to intensify.

Draco was not sure what to do about this new information. He knew he could get Potter if he wanted, but he obviosly couldn't because he would have to be married in two years' time. Maybe he could convince his father? No, that would never work.

So, drowning with sorrow, Draco tried to go to sleep, still unsure of what to do with this information about himself. He could only hope he wouldn't sleep talk, because he was known for that.

A/N: ps. I feel like this chapter isn't my best quality and I'm sorry. I'm starting school tomorrow and I'm very stressed about it. Once I get the first day out of the way, I'll be less stressed and writing will be easier for me. Thank you for understanding :)