A/N: Hello there everyone! This is my first Harry x Draco fanfiction. I have not finished reading all of the books yet, but I needed to start this story before I lost the idea inside of my mind. I already have chapter two started for this story, but as far as updating goes, I have nothing set. High school is starting up again for me, so I might not be able to update often. Reviews would make me very happy, though, and most likely cause me to update more often :3 Enjoy!

"Bloody hell, Harry! What about Ginny? Didn't she mean anything to you? You've been leading her along all this time!"

Harry Potter had just told his best friend, Ron Weasley, that he was gay. And Ron wasn't taking it well.

Harry swallowed painfully, glancing over at Hermione Granger, who he had told this little secret to only a week ago. It wasn't like he was keeping it from them for long; it had taken him years to fully accept it himself. Only a short two weeks after he finally came to terms with it did he tell Hermione. He knew that she would be supportive, even if Ron wasn't as happy about the news. However, it was only his first reaction, and in time, Harry hoped that he would come to terms with it just as he did.

But, right now, the Gryffindor wasn't thinking clearly enough for that thought to enter his brain. He was angry, upset, hurt that Ron was just trying to brush it under the rug like it didn't matter. They were best friends, weren't they? Through thick and thin and all of that cheesy stuff? It didn't appear so right now.

Balling his hands into fists at his sides, Harry growled back, "Don't you dare say I don't care about Ginny. I care about her as a sister, in the same way I care about Hermione. I'm gay, Ron, end of story. Don't try to tell me that I haven't found the right girl or some rubbish like that!" A few second years looked up from their desks in the Gryffindor common room, where the Golden Trio was having this... talk. It was more like a yelling match, but it started out as a talk, at least.

Ron's face was turning as bright of a red as his hair from holding back his anger. Hermione, the voice of reason, placed a hand on the ginger's chest, pushing him back slightly so he didn't try to size up with Harry. "Ronald, go take some time to cool off and think about it. We understand that it's a lot to take in, but being angry isn't going to solve anything."

Ron opened his mouth to say something, but Harry cut in before he could. "You know what, I'll go. When I return, I hope you grow up and learn to accept the facts, Weasley." The raven haired boy scrambled up to his dorm, grabbing his father's cloak from his trunk before returning to the common room and sweeping out of the portal hole. He tugged the cloak over him, making himself invisible to the outside world and started walking. Where, he didn't know.

After several minutes of simply wandering the castle, Harry found himself in front of the door to the Room of Requirement. His anger had slowly but surely started to fade on his walk, but it was still bright in his eyes. 'Stupid best friend I have, can't even accept my choice of a partner in the bedroom.' The argument wasn't as big as the pair of them made it out to be, but what Ron had said still hurt Harry. He did care about Ginny; he just wasn't attracted to her.

Sighing, Harry decided that spending some time alone would be best for now. Hermione was right, as usual. Both of them needed to cool down and think. Hopefully, Ron would accept the fact in time, but for now, Harry didn't want to think about his friends. He wanted to be alone, enjoy his own company and just have some time to settle his brain. It was hard to grab some time to oneself when one lived with four other boys.

The Room of Requirement stood before him, and he didn't think twice about the fact that the door was it's full size, meaning that someone was already in there. Pushing his way in, he took of his cloak, closing his eyes for a moment so the room could bend to his will. It greeted him with a warm fire and a comfortable looking couch. Smiling, he moved a few steps toward the fire before it finally settled into his ears. It was music, simply a piano to be exact. The melody was soft, but it was far from peaceful. It was filled with pain and hinted a bitter sadness.

Harry's bright green eyes landed on the sound of the music, a grand white piano and a tall, blonde boy sitting on a white bench, his pale fingers sliding across the keys with grace, speed and skill. His normally grey eyes were closed, as if he was in some sort of trance, his chin drawn nearly to his chest. His smooth blonde locks hung in his face, the fringe nearly in his eyes. But he didn't seem to care about anything but the music.

The raven haired boy couldn't breath. The music was so pained, but so... beautiful at the same time. Like Malfoy. The thought made his cheeks flush with a bright pink. He had just called Draco Malfoy beautiful, even if it was inside of his head. Surprisingly, he didn't want to vomit afterwards. Somehow... it fit right now.

Malfoy's eyes suddenly snapped up at him as the music came to a slow, winding stop. The normally cold, dark grey eyes were a lighter sort of silvery color, but behind their lightened touch was a sort of sadness, pain that was clearly echoed in the music he was playing. There was no anger like Harry grew to expect from the Slytherin, as most of the time, they were trying to hex and curse each other. But this was a different sort of Malfoy. Harry sort of missed the curses, because the way the other boy was looking at him made Harry think that Malfoy wanted to cry. Harry didn't understand why.

As they held each other's gazes for several long moments, Harry felt the blush return to his cheeks once again. It was almost... intimate Malfoy was looking at him. They were sharing so much with simply their eyes, and the Gryffindor wasn't sure of what to make of it.

After another moment, he couldn't take seeing the other boy in so much pain, so he simply flung his cloak over his body and fled the room, afraid, confused.

Harry eventually returned to his dorm last night, after spending a few hours simply sitting by the lake, merely thinking. He was fully calmed by the time he returned for bed, glad that it was Friday night, meaning he could sleep in tomorrow before having to face Ron. He didn't spare a glance in his best friend's direction as he silently curled up in his bed, the melody that Malfoy was playing gently breezing through his mind as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.