Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter because the great and wonderful J. K. Rowling does! I am merely playing with them... I will put them back once I'm done though... maybe.
Summary: Draco and Harry find themselves locked in a closet together. This is what happen after that little encounter.
AN: This is a sequel to Truth or Dare? Reading that is pretty much a must if you intend on understanding this story.
AN: Please enjoy.
I was reading through some of my old stories and this title popped into my head when I read Truth or Dare... then this insisted on being written. Sorry that it's not very long but it's just a set up. Tell me what you think.
Coming Out of the Closet
The two boys frantically ran from their angered potions teacher, each secretly hoping he didn't really just catch them in such a compromising position.
They reached the entrance to the great hall and stopped, staring at each other's shoes.
"Your shoes are scuffed," observed Draco.
He glanced at Harry's face and caught a slight smile.
"Your shirt is wrinkled," Harry responded.
"Only because you couldn't stop lifting it up," Draco shot back.
This caused both boys to turn away, laughing nervously.
"Well... uh," Harry started. "We better get in there."
He motioned to the doors leading to the great hall, scrunching up his face.
"Something the matter, Potter?" Draco drawled.
"It's just... what the hell was that, Malfoy?"
"An awful amazing encounter," Draco answered, swiftly passing him.
Harry watched the blond enter the hall and followed a minute later.
"Hey Harry," Ron greeted when Harry approached.
"Ron," he acknowledged with a nod of the head.
"What happened to you last night? I thought you were going to get that bottle of gunt's eggs from Snapey?"
"I got a little tied up and then Snape caught me."
"Oh bugger. Well, that really sucks for you."
Harry glared at his friend and then looked up at the head table. Snape was slouching in his chair, ignoring Dumbledore's attempt at a thought provoking conversation.
"Did you get detention?" Ron asked.
"I don't know," Harry answered, switching his gaze to a certain Slytherin. "He didn't really have the chance to tell me."