Chapter 7: Coming out
When Harry had gone to Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid had not looked at him. But Malfoy had given him sympathetic looks. In Charms the Hufflepuffs made fun of him, even though all them are retards. He didn't go to lunch, but somehow still managed to get picked on. And believe it or not, Potions was the best class he had all day.
"Today we will be making a fire protection potion. I will assign your partners. Seamus Finnegan with Blaise Zabini, Ronald Weasley with Privati Patil, Lavender Brown with Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger with Vincent Crabbe, Millicent Bulstrode with Dean Thomas, Pansy Parkinson with Gregory Goyle, and Draco Malfoy with Harry Potter." Snape was hoping to get a rise out of Potter, but didn't. The students got up and moved to sit beside their partners.
Harry was pleased to get to work with Draco. He sat down beside him and sighed.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Draco asked as he dumped dragons' blood in the cauldron.
Harry started to measure the water, "Not really."
"Well, it should get better."
"How so?" Harry poured the water in with the dragons' blood and began to chop up a root. Draco added shredded leaves after Harry dropped the roots in and let the potion boil.
"They will eventually get bored and make fun of something else."
"When though? It's as if they can't find anything better to talk about than my love li-"
Snape walked over and interrupted him, "There is no need to sit here and bore Mr. Malfoy with your love life, Mr. Potter. I read the paper and I feel dreadfully sorry for the poor boy that has to be dating you."
Draco hated how he was talking to Harry. He stood up at looked at Snape and said as calmly as he could, "I didn't know you felt sorry for me, Professor Snape, seeing as though I'm the one who's dating Harry."
"What are you talking about?" Snape asked his godson.
Draco took a step forward, "You said you felt sorry for whoever was dating Harry," He smirked, "And I happen to be the one who's dating him" He turned back to Harry and leaned down so his lips could meet his lovers'. Draco slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth and explored. Harry stood up to give the Slytherin more entrance. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and Draco had his around the Gryffindor's waist. They kissed passionately for minutes until the remembered that they weren't alone.
They broke apart gasping for breath and glancing around. Everyone except Blaise and Hermione looked shocked.
Snape gaped at them, "V-very well." He walked back to his desk.
Draco turned to Harry, "That's how it got better." He smiled.
Harry returned the smile and hugged him. When broke, they sat down and finished their potion, the class still silent with shock.
Harry and Draco walked into the great hall holding hands. Draco walked Harry to his table and then walked to his own.
"I can't believe you're dating Malfoy," Ron said as he ate his dinner, "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
"Draco didn't want anyone to tell his father," Harry replied, "And while we're talking about secrets, I know you and Hermione have been dating since before my birthday."
"H-how did y-you-"
"He's not stupid Ronald." Hermione wasn't as surprised as Ron.
Harry looked at the staff table and straight at Dumbledore, whose eyes were twinkling. Harry laughed and couldn't stop smiling. He looked over at Draco who was smiling and looking at him.
"I can't believe you would choose that bloody Gryffindor over me!" Pansy whined to Draco whose eyes were still on Harry.
"I never liked you, Pansy. My father did. He only wanted me to date you for you're parents' money. So leave me alone."
"But, Draco." She whimpered.
"Shut up and leave me alone." He said a bit more firm.
"But, Dra-"
"I said, shut the fuck up and leave me the hell alone, goddammit!"
She left the great hall scowling.
"And you got on me about liking a Gryffindor!" Blaise chuckled.
"So? At least the one I like likes me back!"
"Wow, you can be harsh sometimes, Draco." Blaise shot at him.
"And you can learn to shut up sometimes." Draco shot right back at him.
Blaise grinned, "No chance in that happening soon."
Draco gave him the Malfoy death glare. Blaise pretended not to notice, "What do you think your father will say?"
Draco stopped starring at the Gryffindor and looked at Blaise, "He would be furious. If he found out, then he would kill me. And I'm not joking."
"Well, you'll have to hope he doesn't find out." Said Blaise, "Hey, maybe you can get Potter to talk to Finnegan for me."
Draco looked back over at the Gryffindor table and saw the golden trio leave, "We'll see. I should go. Harry's leaving, see ya later."
Blaise nodded in response. Draco got up and left the great hall. As he left, he didn't notice the mischievous look in Pansy's eyes. When he caught up with Harry in the hallway, they didn't hear him behind them. He walked up to Harry and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind and whispered in his ear, "And where do you think you're going, love?"
Harry blushed at the sound of the smooth voice, "I've got to go Gryffindor tower and do my Divination homework, care to join?"
Draco smiled, "Of course," He leaned his head forward and placed a small kiss on his check. Hermione and Ron turned around.
"Could you two get a room?" Ron asked wrinkling his nose in disgust.
Draco smirked, "Ah, yes, Weasley, we'll probably be in yours, tonight."
Ron's looked as if he'd seen a ghost. Draco sniggered and Harry laughed.
"Come on, let's go." Hermione said, pulling Ron while Harry and Draco followed.
When they reached the portrait hole, Hermione spoke the password, (Gilly weed) and they entered the common room. Harry and Draco went up the stairs to the boys' dormitories and grabbed Harry's bag. Draco sat down on Harry's bed, (Gryffindor colors, uhgg,) and watched his boyfriend work on his Divination predictions.
"This might take awhile. I have a hard time making up things."
"Then let me help you, come here," Harry walked to the bed with his ink, quill and parchment. Draco leaned closer and looked at the parchment to see what he already had, "Okay, so next Monday you say that you will fall in the lake and nearly drown, Tuesday you wrote that you will lose a dangerous amount of blood when one of your cuts opens, and on Wednesday you will narrowly miss the Aveda Kadavra curse, Thursday you said a dragon will attempt to eat you in your sleep, Friday you wrote that Vol-" He stopped and corrected himself, "You-Know-Who will attempt to steal you from Hogwarts and kill you," Draco looked at him, "Why do they all have to do with you nearly dying?"
"Oh, yeah, that. When professor Trelawney was teaching, she would predict my death, and even though Firenze is teaching now, I kinda just stuck to that." Harry let a little laugh at how silly she was.
"Well, I think you should change it. I don't want to think of your death. You've almost died several times and don't want to have to worry about that now."
Harry looked confused, "Then what do you want me to write?"
"What do you really think will happen?"
"I don't know, Dray." Harry just continued to look at him.
"Monday morning you wake up in the strong arms of your boyfriend," Draco purred, "Tuesday night you will receive a passionate kiss from one of the best kissers at school, Wednesday afternoon you will freak Snape out by getting affectionate with a very handsome blonde in the middle of class, and –"
"Do you have any modesty?" Harry cut him off.
"Shut up," Draco smiled, "Don't ruin the moment," He placed a small, quick kiss on Harry's lips, "Just write it down."
Harry marked out what he had, and began to write down what Draco said. Just then Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan walked in discussing the latest quidditch match between the Irish and the Bulgarians. They looked over at Draco and grew silent. Draco looked at him and remembered something.
"Hey, Finnegan, you should hook up with Zabini, he likes you." Draco smirked as he said it.
Seamus blushed, "Blaise really likes me? That's great!"
Harry laughed, "Okay, Draco, I'm done with my predictions." The blonde read over it and smiled, "Good. Harry, you can put this away now." Harry did as he was told. After his work was put away, he went to his trunk and pulled out two pairs of pajamas, tossing one pair to Draco. They got dressed and laid down in the Gryffindor's bed.
A.N: Yay! Now they can be affectionate in public! Oh and I have 9,716 words so far, in the story! Oh, and yeas, I know, Firenze taught Harry in fifth year, and he dropped divination in sixth but this is my Fanfiction and ima do whatever the hell I want, got it?
-ferretlovesscarhead
