AN: Written far too long ago and was forgotten until my friend Megan (Ichi Ichi Ichi) spoke to me today about her fic which involved "twins and a bitchy lesbian." Yay, Megan! I'd wanted to get back to this story for awhile. Alas, I've Longbottom's memory.

Alternate universe; Harry's fifth year. And yes, dear, there is slash.

Pairings: A central pairing will be Harry/Draco, but there are many pairings to be had! (And they are secrets!)

Come Out, Whoever You Are!

-The Untold Story of-

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT & WIZARDRY'S

(Official!)

GAY-STRAIGHT ALLIANCE!

Chapter One: Just a Dyke

"OI! YOU! COME BACK HERE!" came an angry, holler from the hallway, and in an instant, all eyes flew away from Professor Severus Snape. Harry could see that the teacher was vexed, and though this pleased him greatly, he couldn't help but sympathize with the man: Umbridge had appointed Snape "Very temporary History of Magic professor, until it is deemed certain that having a dead person as an instructor is in accordance of Rule five-twenty-eight of the Ministry Handbook! Hem!" and it was obvious enough that Snape, like the rest of the population, found the subject to be extremely snore-worthy.

Snape had prefaced the lesson with dry speech that began with "As you all know, Hogwarts is suddenly full of grand new surprises, and now I suppose I'm one of them." This made most of the class twitter nervously, yet Hermione actually laughed aloud and prodded Harry with her quill as if to say 'I told you so.' But even the fact that Snape was decidedly more anti-Dolores than Harry would have previously guessed was hardly enough for him to start bowing down to the hook-nosed teacher.

And so Harry was as happy as ever to have a diversion during Snape's lesson; he followed suit and stared through the wall as though he had some sort of X-ray vision.

Severus, never one to be interrupted or ignored, made a kind of growling sound in the back of his throat. More gutless students like Neville Longbottom and Justin Finch-Fletchley turned back politely to face him, but the rest of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs kept listening, hoping for more words to be exchanged.

"YEAH YOU! MILLICENT BULSTRODE!"

Harry's eyebrows flew up in interest and Ron actually jumped out of his seat.

"Ignore it! Let's learn!" Hermione cried out painfully, watching as Snape grew as white as Aunt Petunia's best bleached apron.

He looked as though he was about to say something very fierce, and then the boy's voice in the hall sounded again:

"YOU'RE JUST A DYKE! A REAL BIG, UGLY DYKE! HEAR THAT?"

The class erupted into gasps, clapping, groans and cheers. Harry looked around at everyone feverishly, unsure of what he'd just heard.

All of a sudden, Snape did something very odd. "I leave you for now. Do not move a muscle." And, in his bat-like manner, he whooshed out of the classroom.

It only took five seconds for Harry and the others to run after him in what appeared to be a pushing, biting mob, Hermione protesting against this rebellious action all the way. The afternoon History of Magic class emerged into the corridor; they were not the only curious students. It seemed as though every class from that level had come out to observe.

They all stared hungrily at the scene before them.

Two seventh year Slytherin boys had Millicent Bulstrode pressed against the far wall. Her long, thick black hair was falling into her eyes, and her arms were raised as though she was trying to hide herself.

"Oi, dyke! Say something you cow!" The first boy, Hugh Gallant, challenged.

"Oi," greeted Snape lightly, with a venomous sneer on his lips.

The boys turned around, and jumped skittishly away from the wall.

Ron and Harry stared at each other. They'd never seen Snape act in this manner toward one of his own. It was definitely interesting.

"Professor!" the Gallant exclaimed in a firm voice, as though it were all a joke. "We was only having a bit of fun with Millie."

"My instinct tells me that, beyond being placed in the same house, you know nothing about Bulstrode." Snape smiled darkly. "Perhaps if you did, you'd know she loathes being called Millie."

Sensing this was the end of the abuse, Millicent lowered her arms.

"Furthermore," Snape went on," you have violated several of the rules of Slytherin house that I hold dearest. In fact, when I created them ten years ago, I hoped that I would not have to see the day when a Slytherin betrayed his own in such a distasteful manner. However, Gallant and Howe—" he gazed upon the boys angrily—", in your teasing, you have certainly made a name for yourselves. I always abhor it, but, thirty points from Slytherin, detention with me tonight. Thank you very much, now clear out, you lot!" he snapped at the hoard of students, who flew off immediately, leaving, as always, Hermione, Ron and Harry peering out from behind the corner.

Millicent muttered something inaudible and Snape nodded. "Well," he said," I've never been wonderful at those things, but I do have, as you know—certain ties. I don't mind, really. Do you need to take a break?"

She nodded, looking as though she might burst into tears any moment.

"Hooch has no afternoon broom-flying lesson on Tuesdays. She'll be much better—tell her I sent you, now I'm afraid I must return."

Without another word, Millicent fled, and Snape wheeled around, his black eyes locking in on the Gryffindor Threesome.

"Bugger!" Ron got out, speaking for all of them, and they instantly ran back to class.