Harry Potter had liked- no loved his enemy Draco Malfoy since the first time he had ever seen him. Harry had never expected his feelings to be returned but here he was in the middle of the hall kissing Malfoy. It had all happened so fast he was not sure what had even gone on to start it all.
Suddenly Draco pulled away and said breathlessly "What if someone sees us, Potter?" Harry just shrugged and leaned back in but Malfoy pushed him back, "So you wouldn't care if the whole school knew?" Harry just shrugged again and continued to try to get Draco to kiss him again. This time Draco smirked and let Harry continue to kiss him. Before Harry had a change to process what was going on Draco had shot his hands in the air, put the most disgusted look on his face, and Harry saw a flash. In a whoosh Draco was already halfway down the hall. Too confused to do anything Harry slid down the closest wall and began to figure out what had happened. He tried to think about where the flash had come from when it dawned on him. Someone had taken a picture! And Draco had posed for it- making it look like Harry had come on to him. His head dropped to his hands and he realized he had been played. Now everyone would know he was gay and fancied Malfoy. As he began to cry all he could think was how right it had felt to kiss Malfoy… and how it all had been a lie. "How could you be this stupid? That's just what he wanted. Now he will never like you. He's probably laughing at you right now and showing the picture to all his friends. You stupid idiot!" Then he thought, who had taken the picture?
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Harry had made it back to his dorm just before curfew. He slowly made his way up to his dorm with a very distraught look upon his face. Only a few people, determined to finish their homework, sat in the common room so he made his way undisturbed. Once he reached his bed the most he could do was pull the covers over his still clothed body before he fell into a deep sleep.
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Waking up and stretching, Harry tried to think of why he was still in his school uniform and shoes. When he remembered the night before it was the most he could do not to cry. Harry had sat for hours after Malfoy left just crying and criticizing himself. Being Saturday, he didn't much care if he missed breakfast so he made his way lazily to the bathroom.
By the time he was finished with his shower he was sure he had left no hot water for anyone else. Crawling back into bed and curling up, Harry proceeded to think again about the night before. Many questions of; "who took the picture? How did Malfoy know I liked him? and Why?" filled his head. Harry had only told two people about a month ago that he was gay and liked Malfoy. Hermione and Ro… "He wouldn't!" Harry thought. "Yeah he was pretty pissed… but would he plan that?" Hermione, who was ecstatic at having a gay best friend, told Harry not to worry and that Ron would come around. Not thinking too much of it and knowing that Hermione was usually right, Harry had just let it be and hoped Ron would come to his senses. Truthfully he had figured Ron was more upset about him liking Malfoy then the fact he was gay. But in any case if Ron were mad enough, he would do almost anything for revenge.
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In less then two minutes Harry was dressed and on his way to the Great Hall. He had to know if Ron had been a part of this whole plan.
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Well, I'm going to try again. I know its short but tell me what you think! Thanks- Maggie