The Secret Passion
Harry looked out the window of the train as it rambled through the country side. It was raining, an awful day to go back to school. Hermione and Ron were in the Prefects Compartment, and he was left to himself.
Draco Malfoy walked into the compartment. Harry noticed he had been working out over the summer. His muscles rippled under the white t-shirt.
"Is there room?"
"Yeah...I guess."
Draco sat down across from Harry. Harry noticed the silvery grey eyes that complemented the blonde hair and pointed nose.
Snap out of it, he thought to himself. Cho Chang is your girlfriend, remember?
"How was your vacation?"
"It was alright, I guess, if you like being locked up in a closet and being abused by your uncle."
"You, you get abused?"
"Yeah, Vernon beats on me all the time."
Suddenly, Draco burst into tears.
"My—my father beats me, too!"
"Dude, don't cry,"
"I hate being forced to be evil,"
"I don't see you as evil." Harry took his hand, unexpectedly, surprising even himself.
Draco looked up. He didn't pull away. He stared fixedly at Harry's eyes.
Then there was a knock at the door to the compartment.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?"
They quickly pulled away from each other, Draco wiped his eyes.
"I'll have some Pumpkin Pasties, and Droobles Best Blowing Gum,"
"And I'll have a Chocolate Frog,"
Draco paid.
They continued to talk until the train pulled to a stop in front of Hogwarts, where they got off the train.
They took a carriage alone and rode up to the Great Hall.
"I'll see you in Potions tomorrow," Draco said.
"Potions, right."
Cho came up behind him.
"Hey baby," she said, putting her arm around him.
"Hey cupcake,"
Cho kissed him passionately.
"I'll meet you in the broom cupboard after dinner, OK?"
"Ooh, yeah!" Harry said. He needed to cleanse his mind of the encounter with Draco.
Dinner was slow and uneventful. Eventually, Dumbledore dismissed them.
Cho and Harry sidled into the broom cupboard, and they began taking off each others clothes.
She was a good blower. It felt excellent. They explored each other's bodies, but Harry didn't really feel into it as much. He licked whipped cream off her voluptuous breast, but he still couldn't get his mind off Draco. He kept imagining it was Draco stroking his penis. What was going on?
"Honey, what's the matter?"
"I don't know, I'm just really tired." Harry gave a big fake yawn for effect.
"Aw, I'm sorry honey, why don't you go up to bed, I'll be up later, OK?"
"What?"
"We're Head Boy and Head Girl, remember? We stay in the Head Boy and Head Girl Suite now!"
"Oh yeah, OK, Good Night,"
"G'Night Sweetie," She buttoned her shirt, and Harry pulled his pants back on.
He walked up to the Head Boy and Head Girl Suite slowly. Why was he so confused? He hadn't seen Cho in weeks, let alone had sex with her. He should have been overwhelmed with happiness. Instead he was overwhelmed with sadness.
