Breaking News: Boy-Who-Lived Has Found A New Love Interest!
By: Rita Skeeter
Harry Potter, age 15, was found walking the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hand in hand with another Hogwarts student. That would not be a problem had it been a young lady he was associating with. That's right, this lovely reporter was the eye witness of the Chosen One holding hands with another male! Said male, who I have found out to be a young man named Kevin Entwhistle, took Harry Potter down to one of Hogwarts' many flowerbeds. The two boys shared many loving glances, which can only indicate that the two have been together for quite some time now. How the two could hide their relationship for so long without anyone noticing is a mystery.
By that time, Draco couldn't read anymore. He wouldn't admit to himself that the article hurt. It should be him mentioned in it. He should be holding hands with Harry. He should be the one stealing loving glances at him. Not this 'Kevin Entwhistle' fellow. What kind of name was that anyway?
He crumpled the issue of the Daily Prophet and threw it over to Blaise, who seemed amused by his reaction to the article. "You know, Draco, if you hadn't had a stick up your arse when the two of you first met, that could be you he's holding hands with."
With that, the blonde turned his head to see what his friend was talking about. Of course it was Potter and this Entwhistle character. Of course they were holding hands. And of course Harry had to look so damn cute with his head buried into the taller teen's arm as they walked to the Gryffindor table. Draco groaned.
"I did not have a stick up my arse. I was merely stating that his choice in friends wasn't the smartest. Then I politely suggested that he take my hand as a sign of friendship."
"And what did he do? Completely reject your sorry arse." Blaise chuckled, his comment earning him a rather painful slap on the arm. "No need to get violent!"
"It's not my fault he didn't realize I was the better choice and went with the blood traitor instead."
"Careful Draco, your vanity's showing."
"When isn't it?" Rang a completely different voice.
Sitting down next to Draco was Pansy. "Now what are you two talking about?"
"How he could be the one with Potter had it not been for the stick up his arse."
Again, Draco smacked Blaise's arm. Pansy giggled, rubbing Draco's arm. "It's okay, Draco, I don't think you had a stick up your arse."
"Thank you!"
"I think it was more of a tree trunk." She smirked.
Draco set his head on the table, groaning once more. All the things he's seen and it's only eight in the morning.