Ok, so the gang is in a normal high school, and Ron invites everyone over for a pool party at the Weasley house. Truth or dare ensues, and weird feelings are revealed. Alternate universe. I'm also doing this story in the Naruto category, I just need more time… enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters. Or any of the manga references I slip in each chapter. Damn. Excuse me while a write a letter to Rowling begging her to let me have Harry and Draco for one day.

Chapter one

Harry's pov…sort of…

Harry Potter slammed his locker.

This sucks. I can't believe Ron invited Malfoy to the pool party. He knows about my issues! He thought to himself. He groaned and banged his head on the locker door.

"Er, Harry?" Harry's head snapped back at the sound of his friend Hermione Granger's voice. She was standing next to him with a book clutched to her chest looking confused. "Are you alright? You seem to be having some problems." Harry grinned.

"I'm just pissed that Ron invited Malfoy to the pool party. He knows my issues." He grumbled. Hermione chuckled and patted her friend's arm.

"Don't worry, Harry, no one knows your dirty little secret!" she laughed at him. Hermione turned on her heel only to run into the chest of her boyfriend and Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley. The red head grinned and kissed Hermione on the cheek. She smiled back.

"Well, Harry, seems I'm getting back at you for that party back in eighth grade, now, eh?" Ron grinned. Harry scowled, remembering the embarrassment he had caused Ron, and turned to walk to his next class. As he stormed down the hall, Ron caught up with him, chuckling. "You know, it's not that bad! I mean, we all expected it from one of the Creveys, but no one has a clue about you!" Harry stopped and turned to face his friend.

"You know my aunt and uncle would have a bloody cow if they knew my secret. Now that you've invited him, my secret may come out into the open, especially with Fred and George in the near vicinity!" Harry was talking about Ron's older brothers, Fred and George Weasley, who were twins and complete jokesters. They had teased Harry for months on end when they heard he had a crush on a girl they all went to school with, Cho Chang. But that had long since passed.

"Weasley." Ron and Harry turned. And Harry's stomach flipped. Standing before them was arguably (among the girls) the hottest boy at school. Draco Malfoy, son of the business legend Lucius Malfoy, was one of the most "popular" people in school. With his white blonde hair, silver eyes and "I-don't-give-a-flying-pigs-arse" attitude, the girls (and Harry) worshiped him. The odd thing was, whenever one of the girls in school asked him out on a date, he turned them all down. Makes ya think, don't it? "Just because I'm coming to your party doesn't mean I'm friends with you. I have nothing else to do, and I needed to get away from a family thing. Understand?" Draco snapped. Ron rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Don't worry, Malfoy, I only invited you cuz my mum told me I had to. Don't get your head swelled up anymore or it might pop." Draco's expression hardened. Suddenly he was glaring right at Harry. Harry felt his stomach do a back flip, but he couldn't pull his own green orbs from the silver ones in front of him. Draco cast one last withering glance at Ron and walked off. Ron flipped Draco the bird as he walked away. He turned to face Harry. He was still frozen in the place where Draco's glare had hit him. Ron clicked his fingers in front of Harry's face, and the dark-haired boy seemed to come out of la-la-land. He shook his head and grimaced at Ron, then swore as the warning bell rang.

"See you after school!" he yelled back to Ron, sprinting down the hall. Ron shook his head and waved back.

"Strange little gay boy." He muttered as he went to his own class.

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Harry's eyelids started to droop as his teacher rambled on about… something, he just couldn't remember what. As he started to doze off, the door slammed open and everyone in the room jumped. Harry's eyes snapped open. The same eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the person standing in the doorway.

Draco Malfoy was holding a note and looking extremely pissed off. He walked up to the teacher, who was also looking extremely pissed, and handed her the note. She read the note and nodded.

"Alright everyone, listen up! Mr. Malfoy has just transferred in from room 682, and he doesn't have our notes for the quarter. Will anyone volunteer to be his study buddy and help him get caught up?" She was met with silence around the room. The teacher rolled her eyes. "Fine, no volunteers, I'll just pick someone. Aaah, Mr. Potter, I think you could use some extra credit, how about you help him?" Draco looked infuriated. "Ms. Rockwell, will you please sit in the empty desk next to Mr. Elric, please, so Mr. Malfoy can sit next to Mr. Potter? Thank you." The teacher smiled as the girl sitting next to Harry grumbled and packed up her things to move across the room. Draco scowled and started to walk toward Harry's spot in the back of the room. Harry grimaced and pulled his backpack towards the other side of the table. Draco sat down in the chair without making a sound and pulled out a notebook. He started to take down the notes on the board. Harry returned his head to its place on his hands and glanced at Draco. He was met with the same ice-cold glare from earlier in the hall. He shuddered and returned his gaze to the board. The only sounds from the table for the rest of the period were Draco's pencil scratching out the notes.

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"Potter. Potter! Godammit, Potter, wake up!" Harry heard Draco's' voice from a long way off. He opened his eyes to see the blonde boy standing in front of him.

"Whaddyoowhan?" Harry mumbled. Draco closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"The notes. From this quarter. I need the notes. I'm your bloody study buddy, remember?" Draco snarled. Harry blinked.

"Oh. Yeah. Hang on." Harry stood up to grab his backpack off the floor. He rummaged around in it for a moment until he found a red notebook. He handed it to Draco. The blonde boy grabbed it and shoved it in his backpack. He turned and walked out the door. "Guess I'll see you at Ron's party tonight?" Draco didn't answer. Harry shook his head and walked out the door a moment later.

Why is it that I have this feeling of dread? Oh well, I'm sure it's just about Ron's party. He thought as he walked to the school doors. He saw Ron and Hermione in Hermione's car to his left. He waved at them and turned in their direction.

"Hey Harry, why do you look so upset?" Hermione asked a few minutes later as the three of them drove towards Ron's house to set up for the party. Harry had his forehead against the window and his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and looked up. He blinked a few times and grabbed his backpack off the seat next to him. "Harry?"

"Hang on." Harry rummaged through his backpack and come out with a red notebook, identical to the one he had given Draco earlier that day. He opened it up, his heart in his mouth.

And saw his notes.

Which meant…

"Oh, shit! I gave Draco THE notebook!" Ron turned in his seat.

"THE note book? You mean the one here you told me…"

"Yeah, that one." Harry said, the color draining from his face. "The one where I told you I was gay and was in love with Draco. I'm dead if he reads it. Which he almost definitely is going to do, because he thinks the notes in there are for school. I'm a dead man. A dead GAY man."

end chapter.

Thanks for reading my first Draco/Harry fic everyone! I know you'll love the rest!

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