This is my first try at a fan-fic relating to Harry Potter, and it was really my friend who got me into writing this stuff. I'm such a fangirl…
The Gryffindor common room was quiet, except for the few sounds of Hermione hissing at Ron, who was currently dripping of blood from his wrist, which he had recently cut.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Draco Malfoy walked inside, smiling at Harry for a few seconds, then; after realizing everyone believed he hated Harry, his expression went back to that normal angry look.
Harry's eyes beamed. "Draco, you look fabulous. But… your scarf really should match with your eyes. You did make a nice try," he said, with that gay accent.
Draco quickly ripped of the scarf. "Shit… I didn't realize I was still wearing that!"
"It's perfectly fine, Draco. It still looks fabulous on you."
"Uh… okay, good then. But I'm still leaving it off."
"So, what did you come into our beautiful common room for?"
"I uh… just wanted to poke fun at your…"
"Oh come on, Malfoy!" Hermione interrupted. "Don't fucking hide it. We all know you're gay. It's so obvious. You're staring into Harry's eye's right now!"
Draco's eyes immediately went back to staring at the fireplace, but not too long after that, they went to staring at Harry's ass.
"I was not!"
"Come on, you little fag. Don't hide it. It's no use. We all know it." Hermione said, grinning evilly.
"Okay, fine! I am! Just stop talking about it!" Draco said, and practically tackled Harry to the floor, kissing him furiously.
Ron, upset about how Harry wasn't kissing him, because we all know that Emo boys like kissing other boys, cut himself one more time, when Hermione advanced towards him.
"I can't take it anymore! I must do it!" She said, and sank her teeth into Ron's neck, instantly killing him, while Harry and Draco were making mad love.