Slytherin Secrets
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Most people believed Goyle to be an idiot; a brutish thug with the intelligence of a flobberworm. This was not the case. Sure, he may not have been as smart as that jumped-up Mudblood from Gryffindor who was always running around with Saint Potter but his marks were decent. His father had once threatened to cut him off financially if his marks weren't kept up. Of course Goyle cheated sometimes to keep up his Slytherin expectations, but it wasn't strictly necessary as he usually knew the answers.
Besides harboring the fact that no one knew he was actually intelligent he had another secret. This other, much more guarded undisclosed information couldn't be found out even by his close friend Draco Malfoy. But Goyle wasn't completely alone with this burden. He had decided to tell his absolute best friend Vinny, or Grabbe as he was commonly known, that he was gay. Gregory Goyle was into boys. To Goyle's surprise when he told Vinny about his true nature the other Slytherin had taken it quite well. In fact, judging by the way the pair was held tight together, their lips dancing against each other, it seemed Vinny took it more than well.
"You have no idea how happy I am Vinny." Goyle said as they took a breath for air.
"We won't tell anyone though, will we Greggy?" Goyle melted at the softness in Vinny's voice.
"Of course not." He gently caressed a lock of fly away hair from the smaller boy's face.
"Our secret?" Grabbe asked again, just to be sure.
Goyle kissed his best friend, boyfriend? "Yes. Our deep, dark, Slytherin Secret."