Rivals in Love

A Harry Potter fan fiction

Hello all! This is my first time ever putting up a fan fiction of Harry Potter on this website and although it is my first time, if you decide to read this fan fiction, then I would really appreciate any comments anyone has to offer. I desire the readers who wish to review this to be brutally honest in their criticisms, as well as constructive. I can learn through honesty, and I really would wish that I received it. Thank you.

As for this fan fiction, before reading it, I would like you to be warned. This fan fiction contains male-to-male relationships between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy (although such combinations may seem prevalent in these scenarios, I'm trying to base this fan fiction more on passion than infatuation), so if you are uncomfortable with reading about such scenarios, then please do not read this.

Also, the setting takes place in the fifth year of Harry Potter and his peers in Hogwarts. It's slightly different from the book but please bear with me.

As a personal note, I am not a homosexual or a bisexual, I'm in fact straight, but I do believe when it comes to authoring any literature-based piece, restrictions should not be allowed as long as the work of art is respectful.

Thank you for your time,

The White Lotus

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Chapter One - Confusion

"Hey, Potter!" yelled a smirking boy with sleek blonde hair that fell over his forehead. He smiled, looking back at his pathetic followers, who grinned solely because the blonde boy did so. He took a crunched up piece of parchment and threw it up in the air, aiming his wand towards it, which then the wrinkled ball flew speedily and directly at his famous victim.

"Potter! Where are you going, to your ever beloved Dumbledore?" he continued to taunt, as his black-haired victim walked on into the school.

It was a nice day out, with the sun gleaming like a yellow gem, expanding its rays across the cloudless blue sky and down at the warm earth. A cool breeze complimented the beautiful weather as the lake stood still and crystallized, as the dense Forbidden Forest lit with a golden-tint at the top but dark when inside, and as the grass swayed, blowing in the direction of the wind. There was an hour of free time before students had classes, and everyone decided to spend their time outside on this marvelous day. Everyone literally meant everyone. Including enemies – such as Draco and Harry.

"Ignore him, Harry," Hermione rushed as she whispered. With Ron to one side and Hermione on the other, Harry's angry face pushed through the open oak doors into the grand school of witchcraft and wizardry. Draco and his group of followers were following them in the school, though slowly and with great distance from the trio. The two groups of fifth years – Harry's Gryffindor trio and Draco's Slytherin gang, shot nasty look at each other, in which when Harry's bushy haired friend that was a brunette did, Draco was quick to comment.

"Looking at me, are you Granger?" he sneered, "Your dirty mudblood eyes don't deserve a sight of who you just glared at," he laughed, following them in the school as his Slytherin friends gawked in forced laughter.

"No girl would want to look at you, Malfoy, except your concubine Pansy," shot Hermione very irritatingly and angrily, her face turning a tint of pink. She rushed ahead of Ron and Harry as she went up the marble staircase towards the Gryffindor common room. Her two other friends, glancing at each other, followed Hermione slowly, still ignoring the rude comments passed by their counter-parts.

Since the paper ball bounced off Harry's head and Harry chose to ignore him, Draco had picked it up and once again aimed it at Harry. He threw it straight at the scarred boy and this time managed for it to hit him, making it fall into the back of his robes as it went down his back. When Harry struggled to get it out, it finally fell, bouncing a bit and then finally resting on the marble stairwell. Malfoy and his Slytherin friends laughed as they passed Harry and Ron to the Great Hall where they would tell their taunting tales to other Slytherins. Picking up the crumbled ball and opening it, Harry read what it wrote: Potter is gay, Potter is gay, Potter says he men make his day! With an obscene picture on the bottom of the poem.

Immediately blushing for a moment, Ron began to inquire what was in the note. Alarmed, Harry tucked it into his robes, muttered that it was something stupid, and began to walk up the moving staircases towards his respective common room. The famous scar-holding boy turned and twirled Malfoy's message in his mind as both him and red-head friend treaded up the enchanted steps.

Lately, Malfoy made many jokes about Harry's sexuality. Calling him names such as 'gay-boy' or 'men-lover,' or other obscene words, and the 'fun' was, Draco found pleasure in torturing Harry in his new-found way. During classes that Gryffindor and Slytherin's had together, Malfoy would sneakily pass notes to Harry regarding homosexuality. Some were moving pictures of Harry performing sexual acts with Draco, in which Harry was submissive to him, and other notes with rude comments. Harry didn't appreciate this, and fortunately for him, word of Draco's deed didn't get out to everyone. Though something small inside Harry made him smile with the thought that Draco tortured him this way.

Finally reaching the Fat Lady, Harry said slowly and thoughtfully, "Gubbleworms."
"A bit musing today, are we?" the Fat Lady said with a small smile.
Receiving no response from Harry or Ron, she sighed, mumbled to herself, and swung open. About to go in, the duo saw Hermione making her away out.
"Hi guys, I'm going down to Potions for a bit. I need to ask Snape something," she said rather coolly, as if nothing happened downstairs.
"You're going to ask Snape something in private? You know he hates us, and dislikes you," Ron said, thinking Hermione had gone insane.
"Oh Ron! Nevermind you. Harry, are you feeling well?" Hermione changed the subject, now looking at Harry, who was still thinking.
"Oh . . . yeah, everything's fine. Have fun with Snape," he said quickly, still thinking about Malfoy. He left Ron and Hermione alone for a moment as he made his way into the partly-empty common room. Shrugging for a moment, Ron came in afterwards as Hermione ran off.

Harry made his way up the boy's dormitory stairs while Ron went to do his Transfiguration homework by the fireplace, and this came with appreciation on Harry's side. He wanted to be alone for a moment and think about Draco's taunts while contemplating other things. Although Malfoy had been passing comments of the like before, and rather recently, Harry only ignored them. But lately, other thoughts that Harry had never expected entered his mind and began to settle.

Did Harry enjoy the attention given by Malfoy?

This thought crept up to him as he fell in bed. No one was in the dormitory, and Harry stared up at the ceiling alone. His emerald green eyes gazed above, trying to make different patterns in the ceiling as he thought. The sun was still high in the air, and its rays seeped in the tall windows, creating yellow spots on the red bed sheets in the shape of the looming windows of the different beds. Harry's own bed didn't receive the gracious light for it was in the corner and he was deprived of it. He lay in the shadows while his green eyes glimmered and as his hair fell messily over his forehead. His thoughts delved in the temptation of those dark eyes, light skin, and the blonde haired boy who was tall with a slightly-broad yet lean build.

Immediately, he shook out of it.

How could he be thinking like that? Harry always avoided the thought that he was turning into what was considered forbidden by morality. What only the strange become, or so he heard. What people made fun of others for. What would shock everyone if they found out.

He shuddered to think that he was gay.

He went deeper into his thoughts, but was interrupted by a knocking.

Snapping out of his musing and sitting up-right, Harry heard a muffled voice behind the door leading into the dorm.
"Harry, you in there?"
It was Ron, and immediately Harry got up and opened the door.
"Yeah I am, what's up?" he asked casually.
"Nothing much, we have to go to Defense against the Dark Arts. It's almost time," Ron said, trying to peek inside to see what Harry could be up to.
"Oh, yeah. Lemme' get my stuff," Harry spoke as if he was mumbling while frowning. He went to get his bag and books from his bed, and Ron stepped inside looking around.
"What were you doing in here, Harry?" he asked curiously, still looking around.
"Uh, nothing really, just finishing up homework," Harry lied.

Ron stood silent for a moment as he waited for Harry. Finally finishing up, they both made their way down into the class that was most vital for life, at least for Harry.

Harry and Ron entered together while most of the students were already there. Slytherin and Gryffindor were taught together, with all Gryffindor students taking up the left side of the class, and the Slytherin's the right side. An aisle was cut right down the middle from the entrance door to the desk between the two groups of desks and House students.

With both of them finding an empty desk near the front, Harry and Ron sat together, coincidentally directly across Malfoy and his goons. Harry sat in the aisle seat, Malfoy did too. As Umbridge came up in front of the classroom, the whole class straightened up. Instantly, she spoke in her rigid yet falsely soft voice, as she employed the students to read certain chapters in the Ministry-approved textbook quietly, in which Hermione had done so already. The class began the reading and the writing of the one parchment-long summary they were required to complete, though rather lazily. However, each of the Gryffindor's in the class knew they would like it better if they were in the Room of Requirement, learning useful spells from Harry.

After their strict commandment, Ron and Harry lethargically took out their books, parchment, and quills and began to work. Before beginning, however, Harry felt a small tap against his head. Irritably, he looked to his right, and there was Malfoy, smiling at him evilly. A small crumbled up parchment was on the floor that had just hit Harry, in which then Harry picked it up, flashed a glare at the mischievous Malfoy, and read it. To Harry's embarrassing astonishment, it read in curly black ink:

Wanna' fuck tonight, Potter?

On the bottom was a drawing of Draco and Harry in position. Harry being the submissive one.

To Harry's complete surprise, embarrassment, anger yet . . . pleasure, he couldn't find words to say, even to himself. Quickly, he hid the note, gave a confused look at Malfoy, and continued to work as he thought about what he normally pondered of -- Malfoy and the forbidden topic of Harry's sexuality.

Harry shook off the thought again. There could be no way.