"Him!" Ron Hissed.
"Yes Him..." Hermione replied with a sly tone.
"But…why?" Ron said, a little more dumb-struck now.
The golden trio was sitting at the Gryffindor table; they were now in their 6th Year at Hogwarts. Hermione had become Head Girl along With Draco, head boy. Hermione had just released the news that she has fallen for Draco; But Ron Has loved Hermione since second year…
"And he is head boy, It all makes sense really" Hermione said calmly.
"BUT HE'LL SEND HARRY, MAYBE EVEN YOU TO VOLD- … YOU-KNOW-WHO!" Anger was now filling inside Ron like a fresh glass of butterbeer as he spoke.
"Ron calm down! Draco is just being pushed into being bad… It's a family thing" Hermione wanted to cry, she thought at least Ron would understand.
She didn't know what Harry thought (he hadn't spoken since she mentioned Draco) on the matter either… This was even more depressing.
"Well I'm going back to the common room" The head girl Stated, now standing "I'm obviously not wanted here" With a wisp of her robes, Hermione was off. Ron waited until Hermione was out of earshot to turn to Harry.
"When were you planning on telling her you liked Draco, and more importantly, that you're gay?"
Harry had had "the hot's" for Draco for a while now… He had grown on him a lot since their first meeting. But Harry didn't have the courage to come out. 'The chosen one' business didn't really matter to Harry; He just wanted to keep Hermione and Ron happy but also be happy himself. This was impossible if Hermione loved Draco the same way Harry did. Harry was going to tell Draco. He must. So he left the Great Hall for the owlery, making sure he was alone.
Draco was in the slytherin common room, He had given a record number of detentions the day before; He was agitated somehow… While he was trying to remember what he was concerned, there was a scratching at the window. Draco thought nothing of this until he saw the owl. It was a Snowy… It couldn't be… Or could it? Draco crossed the room and collected the letter from the Hedwig-lookalike, thanked it and closed the window again. The letter was short, it read:
I am sorry if this is weird or unnerving, but I need this off my chest. I love you. Nothing will change that.
Instead of grimacing and questioning what was going on, Draco grinned, as wide as his mouth would let him. He remembered what was bugging him. He loved Harry Potter back.