Chapter 1: The symptoms: slytherin- What?!

It was another usual Monday morning in Hogwarts School of Witch craft and Wizardry. All four houses were mostly seated and eating, owls were dutifully bringing mail and Ron and Hermione were arguing as usual when they noticed something unusual.

"Where's Harry?" Ron asked, spewing small bits of toast crumbs everywhere.

Hermione scrunched her nose. "Don't talk with your mouth full." She reprimanded. "I don't know. I noticed that he wasn't in the common room or dormitory since dinner yesterday."

"Sorry." He apologized, looking sheepish. "Do you think he's meeting up with someone? I mean he would only sneak out if he's…you know."

"I-I guess." Pale cheeks dusted pink. "But, if he is, why would he hide it?"

"Maybe, it's someone we don't normally talk to." He shrugged before shovelling eggs and bacon in his mouth. "Or he might think we'll leave him if we found out about it."

"You're right." Hermione nodded while sighing in slight defeat. "I should've known that he's afraid of us leaving him…"

"Look!" Ron exclaimed while looking at the general vicinity of the great hall's large double doors. "He's here."

"Harry!" Hermione waved. "You look happy…"

Harry Potter; saviour of the wizarding world, had a very happy smile om his face on top of his dishelved, just-got-ravished look.

"Where were you?" Hermione gave him a stern look. "We were worried. C'mon, here, eat."

"Let the man breathe, Hermione." Ron laughed. "He just snogged his girlfriend. Look, he has the symptoms-"

"H-how do you know that?" Harry stuttered, his eyes widening as he flushed pink.

"It's obvious." Hermione said as a matter-of-factly while rolling her eyes. "So, who is it?"

"Anyway," Ron pressed. "As I was saying, you've got the symptoms: swollen lips; messy clothes and you're wearing a slytherin tie-"

"OH, MERLIN'S BAGGY Y FRONTS!" Hermione and Ron chorused, eyes wide and looking at Harry as if he just invited Voldemort for lunch. "WHICH SLYTHERIN ARE YOU GOING OUT WITH?!"

By w, every single student body situated in the great hall was watching them blatantly, including the teachers; Dumbledore's eyes got twinklier while everyone else's eyes bugged out especially the potion master's.

"I can't tell you." Harry glared at everyone, harshly while moving his tie. The movement was a subtle warning for his boyfriend; for him to go and change his own tie which looked glaringly red from where he was sat.

"Why?" his best friends chorused, asking the question which was in everyone's mind.

"Because, he's in slytherin and you'll probably slaughter him." Harry reasoned out, emphasizing the word slytherin as if that answered their very question.

With that single statement, all hell went loose.

"He-?"

"But I thought he was straight!"

"Slytherin!"

"Lucky bastard!"

"Oh Harry!" Hermione hugged him. "I'm sure, we'll like him."

"I won't say, I'll like him…" Ron mumbled. "But, I'll be civil."

"Tell you what," Harry said helplessly, eyeing the slytherin table. "If you guess right, I'll tell you."

A shuffle of movement was heard instantaneously, every table, had already started a betting pool. Students were clambering over the pool representatives while shouting random slytherin names while shaking a couple of knuts and galleons in the hopes of winning. And the best, or worst; depending on how you look at it, even the teachers are participating.

Harry groaned as he blamed his boyfriend for two years; one amazing, Draco Malfoy.


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