Title: Closeted
Pairing: (Harry/Draco)
Rating: T (just for a couple of bad words, otherwise completely innocent *wink*)
Genre: dialogue, double drabble
Warnings: none
Word Count: 200
Summary: Harry doesn't want to leave the safety of the closet.
A/N: I whipped this up real quick, trying to kick myself going with my NaNo, so sorry for the quality (but now I have no excuse, since I've had time to go over it again) Hope you enjoy :)))
A/N2: So, I was just browsing the files on my computer and came across this one… At first I didn't actually recognize it as my own :D
Disclaimer: Everything you can recognise as J. K. Rowling's, is hers. The rest is mine.
Closeted
"Harry, there's no trap, just get in the closet… Well, fuck you, Ron!"
"… What…? Hmm, fancy meeting you here."
"Damn… Ouch!"
"Oh, would you just stop kicking things around for a second! You're giving me a headache."
"…"
"What the hell are you doing here, anyway?"
"I'm not even sure anymore… Ron said that, er… for some reason I just had to come in here and I did and now I kind of can't get out."
"You just did what he told you? For the love of –"
"Hey, don't blame me! I might be a little bit drunk, and he might have told me you were in here, but I do know this is in no way my fault—"
"Wait, what do you mean you can't get out?"
"The door does open, but I can't go out, especially with you, because Ron knows I've wanted – er, have been in the closet, figuratively of course, for ages, even though I have no idea how he found out… I think you can guess the kind of teasing I would have to endure for the rest of my life if I came out of the closet with you."
"Wait, you came in here because you thought I was… What?"
"Er."