Chapter Two: WTFOMG
For a long moment, no one moved. Barely anyone even moved their eyes. They were mostly staring ahead blankly, processing the information.
Draco was the first to recover, "But Professor Jewel, I don't think you understand," he retorted, "We're both guys. As in both male, as in not a couple, as in.."
"Enemies, as in we hate each other, as in..." Harry added.
"Not a couple, as in we -" Draco continued.
"Can't do this project together." The two boys said in unison.
Mrs. Jewel smiled at them, "I'm glad you both agree," she said, "Now, as long as you are on the same page, working together will be simple. Honestly, you're not actually getting married. This is a school assignment. It's no big deal."
"Wait till my father hears about this," Draco threatened, "Why should I be one of the only two boys in the classroom who gets paired with another guy?"
Mrs. Jewel considered, "Well," she said, "Blaise, Parkinson; switch partners." She turned back to Draco, "There. Now you're not one of two. You're one of four."
Draco dropped his jaw and Blaise let out a hearty laugh while he watched the expression of his new partner's face. Ron looked absolutely hilarious with his jaw on the floor...
Hermione's hand shot up and she was quickly called upon, "Professor Jewel, I believe that this is a very well thought-out project, and that it will be helpful for us to look into gay couples in the wizarding world. I think that we'll find that things are just as hard—perhaps harder—for them in the wizarding world as the muggle world, and I think that this is a really fascinating learning experience."
Mrs. Jewel smiled, "I'm glad you think so. Class Dismissed. Make sure to grab a project overview on your way out and get started. Most work will be done outside the classroom. Good day."
Harry glanced once again at his best friend Ron, finding that he looked like he was about to puke.
Oops, make that he was going to puke. Ron ran out to the garbage can with his hand over his mouth, leaning into the object and hurling inside. Blaise ran over to pat/rub/grope his back, having way too much fun in doing so.
A look in Hermione's direction told him all he wanted to know about her situation too—and that was Pansy leaning over his friend, threatening her so that she would do all the work.
Yeah, like that was something that needed to be done. Of course Hermione would do all the work. Sheesh.
Then there was a body blocking Harry's view, which the brunette didn't appreciate. He looked up into the face of Draco Malfoy and frowned, "What do you want?" he demanded of the blonde.
The taller boy sneered, "We're a couple now, Harry," he said, "So when do you want to work on the project?"
"We're not a couple, Malfoy, and don't-"
"Call you Harry. I got it. So answer-"
"Your question," Harry finished for him, out of spite, "Well let's see... no day of any week because I hate you. I'd rather fail than work with you."
"What; too embarrassed of being my hypothetical bitch?" Draco smirked.
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I obviously have the dominating personality here," Draco reasoned, looking proud.
"Well, out of the two of us, you're a wuss and I'm brave. Plus I'm gonna save the world, Malfoy. I think that makes you MY hypothetical bitch," Harry argued.
"You're arguing a lost cause," Draco said, shaking his head, "I'd bet ten gallons that if we took a survey, most everyone would say that you'd be my bitch. Hypothetically, I mean."
"No way," Harry said, "People aren't that dumb."
"We'll see, won't we?" Draco countered.
"You're on," Harry said, slamming his hands down and walking proudly out of the room. He totally had the vote cased. He knew he did. He was so totally dominant to Draco, right? He thought so.
But Draco didn't agree. Hypothetically, he would never be anyone's bitch. Never. It just wasn't something that would happen. Ever.
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