Just a Little Bit Drarry
Author's Note. Okay...though I should be updating other things, my head was stuck on this. Not really much here and, if you blink, you'll miss the Drarry...hence the title. Lol. Not at all original, but...well...I hope you like it anyway.
Synopsis. Confused, Ron can't seem to wrap is tiny little brain around the idea that Harry's gay...and some snakes have a bit of an "accident."
Warning. Rated M for mature themes (no actual sex though...sorry) and language (one f-bomb, I believe).
Word Count: 2,787
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"Harry, there's nothing wrong with being gay," Hermione said, shaking her head as she walked with her friends. They'd decided to sneak down to the kitchens for a little midnight snack. Sneak wasn't really the word for it though—Headmistress McGonagall had lifted the curfew for the eighth years, so they were perfectly within their rights to be out and about. But still, it felt like sneaking, after years of not being allowed out of their House after nine at night.
Harry was frowning. Inherently, he knew there was nothing wrong with it, but...he sort of felt guilty...about breaking up with Ginny, at least. He glanced at her. Ginny seemed to be fine with his new orientation. Or rather, his new discovery.
"I know," he whispered, thinking of all the times his cousin had made derogatory remarks about homosexuals. "I just—"
"Maybe it's just a phase," Ron suggested.
Both Ginny and Hermione rolled their eyes.
"Harry's gay, Ronald," said Hermione. "That's not going to change."
"Why not?" Ron asked. "He was straight up until now, so...why couldn't he be straight again?"
Hermione stopped walking and everyone halted with her. "Ron, Harry was never straight. He just...hadn't figured it out yet?"
Ron frowned. "But...how's he going to become a Weasley then? I mean...he was supposed to marry Gin."
Ginny snorted. "Ron, I don't have the right plumbing," she said. "Plain and simple. Unless I have a sex change, which is not going to happen! As much as I love Harry..." She shook her head. "Nope! And marrying me wouldn't have made Harry a Weasley, it would have made me a Potter."
Ron continued to frown. "But—"
"Hello," Harry interrupted, waving a hand at his three friends. "Standing right here."
Hermione blushed. "Sorry Harry."
He shrugged. "It's fine. And I'm sorry, Ron," he said, looking at his friend, "but there's no going back. Hermione's right, I just...didn't know before. But I do now and girls are out for me."
Ron sighed. "All right. How about Charlie then?"
Harry laughed. "Charlie is nice and all, but...I'm not especially attracted to Charlie. And I don't think he's gay."
Grinning, Ginny shook her head. "He's not."
Opening his mouth to suggest something else—or so they assumed—Ron stopped when a bright light flashed down the corridor, there was a crashing sound, and someone let out a scream.
Quickly, the four friends ran toward the commotion, stopping at the top of the stairwell that led down to the floor with the kitchens. At the bottom they saw three girls—three Slytherin girls, one which was not their favorite person.
Hermione, of course, didn't let the color of the girls' House deter her; she instantly scurried down the stairs.
"What happened here?" she asked, kneeling beside the girl—she couldn't recall this one's name—who appeared to be unconscious. Reaching out, Hermione pushed the girl's hair aside and examined the bloody lump on her forehead.
"Don't touch her, Granger!" Pansy Parkinson barked. "We don't need your assistance."
Ron snorted. "We can see that."
Pansy's eyes narrowed and she glared, but the third girl spoke—it was Daphne Greengrass.
"We were...taking a walk...outside," the pretty blonde Slytherin said, tears in her big blue eyes. "We were going to go get a snack in the kitchens, but..." She stopped and looked around, obviously unsure about what she should say."
Ginny knelt down. "You can tell us," she said gently. None of them particularly liked any of the Slytherins, but they didn't hate them either.
"We were attacked at the top of the stairs. Someone shot a stinging hex at us and...Darla fell down the stairs," she said, looking at her unconscious friend.
Frowning, Hermione stood up. "We need to get her up to the hospital wing. Ron'll carry her."
Ron's jaw dropped open. "W-what?!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Ronald!" Hermione snapped. "Obviously, Darla needs to be carried, so...pick her up. Or do you expect me to do it?"
Blinking, Ron quickly bent down and scooped the girl up and looked at his girlfriend—who was waiting for Pansy and Daphne to get up. The latter stood, the former didn't move from her place on the cold stone floor.
"Aren't you coming?" Ginny asked.
Pansy bit her lip—then winced. And that's when they realized she was injured too. Her lip was bleeding and she had an abrasion on her cheek.
"It's...my ankle," Pansy said after a moment. "I...twisted it...running down the stairs after Darla."
Nodding, Harry came forward and gathered her up.
"Hey! Potter! What the hell are you doing?" the dark-haired Slytherin girl protested, squirming and trying to get out of Harry's grasp.
Harry raised a brow. "You don't seem capable of walking, Parkinson, so..." He let his words trail off.
Exasperated, Daphne snapped at her friend. "That's enough, Pansy! We need help and they're offering it. Grow up!"
Pansy raised her chin defiantly, but didn't protest further as Harry cradled her against his chest.
"Relax, Parkinson, I don't bite," Harry said, all but laughing at her discomfiture. She just glared.
And so, that's how the four Gryffindors came to be with the three Slytherin girls.
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Grinning, Blaise Zabini pushed Rebecca Douglas up against a wall and kissed her silly—then groaned when she broke it off and leaned away from him.
"You are such a tease," he complained.
Laughing, Rebecca grabbed his tie and pulled him, dragging him into a room. It was an empty classroom—or so they thought.
"Occupied," someone called out with obvious irritation.
This made Blaise stop and look around. "Hey, Draco," he said, spotting his friend. "Fancy meeting you here."
And that's when Rebecca gasped. "Nate! What...are you doing with him?!" she said, pointing at Draco Malfoy. She didn't like the blond Slytherin and didn't want her brother with him.
Running a hand through is disheveled hair, Draco smirked. "I think it's perfectly clear what we're doing, Douglas...so why don't you bugger off so we can continue!"
"Don't you talk to me, Malfoy!" the girl snapped, starting for Draco Malfoy—only to be grabbed by Blaise and restrained. She resisted strongly, ending up scratching her boyfriend's face with her fingernails. Blaise instantly released her and reached for his face and that's when Rebecca reached for her brother and shoved him away from the blond, then hauled back and punched Draco in the face.
Draco held up his hands to defend against her blows, then grabbed her wrists. "Blaise, control your girlfriend! She's an animal."
Chuckling, Blaise moved between his friend and the girl attacking him. "Calm down, my pretty little Badger," he said sweetly, hoping to soothe her fury—and that's when Rebecca noticed the blood running down her boyfriend's smiling face.
"Oh! Blaise. I'm so sorry," she said, reaching up to touch where she'd marked him.
Blaise shrugged. "It's fine, little violent one," he said, leaning in and kissing the girl wetly.
Touching his eye, which he could feel bruising already, Draco snorted. "Violent much?!" he said, eyeing their slobbery smooches with disgust. "And I thought only Gryffindors lacked decorum."
Rebecca looked from Blaise to Draco and glared. "Shut it, Malfoy!"
"All right. I think we ought to head up to the hospital wing and have Madam Pomfrey heal this," Blaise said, gesturing at the scratches on his face.
Sighing, Rebecca nodded—then narrowed her eyes at her brother. "We'll talk about this later. You should go back on up to your common room."
"Like hell I will!" Nate snapped, looking at the boy he'd spent the last hour snogging, hoping for some support.
Draco, on the other hand, now seemed ambivalent about the other boy. He'd only been looking for a little fun—possibly an orgasm—from the boy two years his junior. Now that it had been interrupted, he was fairly sure that he wasn't really interested in him. Nate Douglas was, after all, just a substitute for the one Draco did want...the one he knew he could never have.
Sighing, Draco nodded. "Go on, Nate," he said, grabbing the boy's shirt and tugging him in for a final kiss. "Listen to your sister. You're out past curfew, after all."
For a moment, Nate kissed back, but then he realized he was being dismissed. Pushing away from Draco, he frowned, then he looked at his sister and glared. "Thanks a lot, Becca!" he snarled—then walked off.
"You're such an arse, Malfoy," the girl said when her brother was gone.
Straightening up, Draco adjusted his clothing and shrugged. "Hey, we were having a perfectly decent time until you arrived, so...don't blame me," he said with a smirk.
"You don't even like him, do you?" she persisted.
Draco shrugged again. "Not particularly, but...a bloke's got to do what—"
SMACK!
"Ouch!" yelled the blond. "Blaise, control your woman!"
Blaise laughed again as the three of them started down the corridor, heading to the hospital wing.
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The four Gryffindors were standing off to the side, watching while Madam Pomfrey attended the injuries of the Slytherin girls. Darla was lying, tucked into one of the beds, no longer unconscious...and healed, for the most part, but under strict instructions to rest there for the next twenty-four hours to make sure she was not concussed. Pansy was also lying on a bed, her split lip and abrasions healed, but a bit shaken up. Daphne, uninjured sat in a chair between her friends.
"So, what exactly happened here?" Madam Pomfrey asked as she pick up her quill, dipped it in some ink, then put it to parchment. "Tell me everything."
Daphne sighed. "We were hexed, but..." She looked at her friends, then back up at the older woman. "We never actually saw who it was."
Madam Pomfrey frowned. "That's what you said last time, Miss Greengrass."
Daphne's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry, Madam Pomfrey...I don't know what to tell you."
"I see," the older woman said as she glanced over at the Gryffindors. "Did the four you see anything?"
The Gryffindors all shook their heads.
"We only saw a flash of light in the corridor," said Hermione. "And, of course, went to see what it was."
Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Well, make yourselves comfortable," she said to all of them. "I will have to alert Headmistress McGonagall."
They all nodded and watched the woman walk off. Ginny quickly sat on one of the unoccupied beds and Hermione joined her. Harry and Ron continued to stand. No one said anything for several minutes—then Ron looked at Harry and started in on the conversation they'd been having before the incident.
"Are you sure...you know?" he asked. "I mean...maybe you've just not met the right girl yet. Did you ever think of that?"
Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes.
Harry glanced at the Slytherin girls—the three of them were talking quietly to each other and didn't appear to be listening—then back at his friend. "Ron, I like cock," he said bluntly.
Ron cringed...all three of the Slytherin girls' heads instantly turned...and Hermione and Ginny burst out laughing.
"Get over it," Harry continued, folding his arms over his chest as his eyes went to the opening hospital wing door. He frowned then as he saw Draco Malfoy enter with two others.
"Is Madam Pomfrey here?" the blond asked. "We've got a bit of... What's going on here?" His eyes were on his Housemates. "Pansy?"
It was Daphne who responded, however. "We were attacked."
"Again?" Blaise queried, his hand linked with Rebecca's.
The three Slytherin girls nodded.
"Wait. Again?" Hermione said with a frown. "How many times has this happened?"
Daphne bit her lip. "A fair few," she answered honestly.
"And you don't know who's doing it?" the bushy-haired Gryffindor pushed. The end of the war had been particularly hard on the Slytherins, because they were blamed for everything—even those who played no part in the evil that had been done.
The blonde Slytherin girl shook her head. "No, we don't. Every time it happens, we're not facing who's doing it. But it's never been this bad before."
"Well, we'll set up patrols," Hermione said firmly.
"We don't need your help, Granger!" Pansy snapped angrily.
Hermione stared. "I just...want to help," she said, then fell silent.
Madam Pomfrey returned after that and, seeing that there were more injuries, went to work again. Draco's bruised eye was healed, as were the scratches on Blaise's face.
"Young lady, hitting people isn't acceptable," she scolded Rebecca.
Rebecca nodded. "I know. I was just...so angry."
Madam Pomfrey nodded. "I understand that, but I'm going to have to give you detention."
The girl nodded.
"And send your parents an owl," the older woman continued.
"You don't have to do that, do you?" Blaise interrupted. "I forgive her."
At this, Draco glared. "I don't forgive her. I'm the one she hit."
"Can you blame her?" Blaise asked, brows raised.
Draco snorted. "Yes. I did nothing wrong."
Rebecca glared. "Says you!" she argued.
And while that conversation was going on, Ron and Harry went back to their previous discussion.
"I just...don't understand, Harry," Ron continued. "Couldn't you try to...you know...date a girl?"
Harry sighed. "No. Absolutely not," he said firmly.
Ron huffed loudly, then pushed past Draco Malfoy and flopped down onto another empty bed.
"What's his problem?" Draco asked, his gray eyes narrowed on the obviously disgruntled redhead.
"Oh!" Pansy burst, sitting up. "Potter likes boys." She grinned and winked at her friend knowingly.
Ron bolted up. "Harry thinks he does."
"Hello," said Harry, "I'm still here, you know."
Everyone ignored him.
"It doesn't work like that, Weasel," Draco said. "If Potter is attracted to blokes, then he's gay."
Ron's face turned red. "I don't care what you think, Ferret!" he growled. "Stay out of this!"
Draco frowned. "This has nothing to do with what I think, Weasley," he argued. "It's all about Potter...just as it always is."
"HEY!" Harry cut in. "How did this become about me?"
"Well, this is about you?" Ginny put in, grinning at her friend.
"I mean...why are we discussing my business?" the black-haired young man asked.
Pansy laughed. "Potter, anything to do with you will always be up for discussion. You are public property! How can you not be used to this already?"
"For once, I agree with the snake here," Ron burst. "But, Harry, come on...you haven't even kissed a bloke."
Harry glared at Ron. "How would you know?"
Ron's eyes widened—and Harry's went to Rebecca Douglas. This caused Blaise Zabini to burst out laughing.
"Seems Draco and Potter have something in common. Or should I say, someone," the darker boy said. It took a moment for everyone in the room to understand—including Rebecca. Turning on the Gryffindor, she charged after him.
"How could you?!" she screamed—but found herself restrained by her boyfriend, who was laughing again.
"Now, now, pet," Blaise said, hugging her close. "I'm sure Nate can take care of himself...and others, it would seem."
Both Harry and Draco rolled their eyes at the innuendo.
"Really, Harry?" Ron asked. "I just...I don't believe this."
Harry sighed. "I'm gay, Ron...totally and completely gay."
"Prove it," the red-haired young man demanded.
"And how am I supposed to do that?" Harry asked, frowning.
"Well, there are three blokes in the room besides yourself, Potter," Pansy said helpfully. "Though I don't think two of them are available...or interested." She snickered.
Startled, Harry's green eyes swung to the blond. He was glaring at Parkinson, but slowly turned and faced Harry.
"Shall we, Potter?" Malfoy asked him, taking the slightest step in Harry's direction.
Blinking, Harry gave the slightest nod and, within a second, the blond's mouth was on his, nipping and nibbling as they started, then they settled in to explore each other's mouths.
"Oi!" Ronald Weasley yelled, looking away. "Merlin! I believe you. Please stop."
But Harry and Draco didn't stop. In fact, they were wrapped so firmly around one another that they simply forgot there was anyone else in the room.
"Oh Merlin, you two, get a room!" Madam Pomfrey suggested as she reentered the room with the headmistress.
This seemed to get the boys' attention. Abruptly, they separated. Draco wiped at his lip, because it was wet with saliva...and Harry's eyes glowed, his cheeks red with heat.
"Shall we?" Draco asked, inclining his head toward the door in suggestion that they depart—get a room.
Harry nodded. "Night guys!" he said without so much as a glance at his friends, then grabbed Draco's hand and started for the door.
Ron groaned, but everyone else laughed.
"Ahh, to be young again," Headmistress McGonagall said with a smile and sigh.
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Characters…
Darla is made up...though I've used her name in other fics (under my other fanfic account name). She is Daphne's best friend and one of the five girls sorted into Slytherin the same year that Harry started Hogwarts...in the HP world according to ME!
Rebecca is sort of made up. I found the name on Harry Potter Wiki, but she was a Ravenclaw...and I wanted a Hufflepuff, so...I resorted her for my convenience. I also had to create a last name for her, because, on HP Wiki, Rebecca (from Ravenclaw) doesn't have one. This was easy, because I wanted her to be Nate's sister. Also, I believe she was a video game character...so if you go there and look her up, just assumed she's a different Rebecca. And Christie...if you're reading this...sorry I used your daughter's name for a angry little Hufflepuff. Hehe.
Nathaniel "Nate" Douglas is NOT made up. I also found him on Harry Potter Wiki and used him as the boy Draco is snogging.
Everyone else...well, you should know them all. *grin*
