Coming Out of the Closet
by lorien


Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.

Warnings: Draco/Harry slash, humour, some Pansy torture, and also, uh, more Ron torture. Poor Ron! I like him, really I do...but somehow, I just can't seem to stop torturing him... ^^;;

A/N 1: Sorry for the long hiatus! My stupid computer crashed and I lost everything I'd written, so I had to completely rewrite this chapter...and I'll have to rewrite the next one too...*sniffle*

A/N 2: In case I forgot to mention, this fic is set in Harry's Sixth year at Hogwarts. Harry and Draco are still the Gryffindor and Slytherin Seekers respectively; Ron is a Gryffindor Beater, Seamus Finnigan is a Gryffindor Chaser, Gerald Marino is a Slytherin Chaser, and Lee Jordan has passed the baton on to Dean Thomas, who is now the commentator for the Quidditch matches.



Chapter 5: Interlude #1 - The Infirmary (and Ron) Will Never Be The Same Again...

(Quidditch Match, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.)

Dean: - and Seamus Finnigan takes the Quaffle for Gryffindor - nice move, that! - dodges that Bludger - whoa, that was close - Quaffle stolen by Slytherin Chaser Marino - but Marino loses possession due to a nicely-timed Bludger sent his way from Gryffindor Beater Weasley - GOOD MOVE, RON! HAH, TAKE THAT, MARINO, YOU -

McGonagall: [warning tone] Thomas...

Dean: Heh heh...sorry, Professor. [turns back to the match] - and Gryffindor Seeker Harry Potter goes into a sharp dive - has he seen the Snitch? Slytherin Seeker Malfoy follows suit - they're neck and neck now -

Crowd: Ooooh... [gasp]

Dean: GO, HARRY! BEAT THAT SCUM -

McGonagall: THOMAS!

Dean: Ehehe...sorry. [turns back to the match again] - Malfoy inches in front - no, they're still neck and neck - and - oh! - they've collided, and both Seekers tumble down -

(Dean's words are drowned out by the dismayed roars of the spectators as Draco and Harry tumble to the ground and lie motionless. Quickly, they are brought to the infirmary, and, to the immense disgust of the crowd, the Slytherin-Gryffindor match is cancelled.)

~*~

(In the infirmary, about fifteen minutes later: Harry is still unconscious, while Draco has just regained consciousness and is having a deep cut on his arm tended to by Madam Pomfrey, who has just finished bandaging up Harry's swollen ankle.)

Madam Pomfrey: [busily bandages up Draco's arm] Tsk tsk, if it isn't getting injured in a fight, then it's a Quidditch injury...such a dangerous game, Quidditch...

(Madam Pomfrey finishes bandaging Draco's arm, taps her wand on it, then walks out of the infirmary to chase away concerned students and curious onlookers, 'tsk'-ing to herself all the way.)

Draco: [hops out of the bed he's in and walks over to Harry's bedside, perching on the edge of the bed]

(About five minutes later, Harry regains consciousness.)

Harry: [disoriented] Ugh...[blinks up at Draco and notices the bandages] What happened to you?

Draco: [drily] You happened. We collided during the Quidditch match, remember?

Harry: [looks around, realising that he's in the infirmary and his foot is bandaged up] Oh...yeah. [looks at Draco] You okay?

Draco: [pretends to be in severe pain] No...ooh, my arm hurts really bad...maybe you could kiss it and make it better? [grins lasciviously at Harry]

Harry: Riii-ght. [grins]

Draco: [raises an eyebrow, smirking suggestively] Harry, we're alone in here right now...

Harry: [raises eyebrow] Mmm-hmm...

Draco: Madam Pomfrey is busy chasing nosy students away and won't be back for a while...

Harry: [smirks slightly] Yes, I think I see where this is going.

Draco: [slides into Harry's bed]

Harry: Draco, we're in an infirmary.

Draco: Yup. Lots of nice, soft beds... [bounces on the bed slightly to prove his point]

Harry: [chuckles] You're insatiable!

Draco: Are you complaining?

Harry: ...no, not really. [prepares to pounce on Draco]

Draco: How's your leg? [indicates Harry's bandaged ankle]

Harry: [blinks, thrown off by the sudden topic change] It's fine, probably only a minor sprain.

Draco: Oh, good. [pounces on Harry]

(And we all know what happens then...)

~*~

(Suddenly, the door to the infirmary swings open, banging against the wall with a loud thud. Pansy storms into the infirmary, obviously fuming about something, and muttering to herself angrily.)

Pansy: [mutters crossly] The nerve of that woman, trying to prevent me from visiting my darling Drakkie-poo...saying that I'd disturb him, indeed! Stupid Madam Pomfrey...

Draco & Harry: [too...er...busy...to notice that someone's entered the infirmary]

Pansy: [raises voice] Oh, *Drakkie-poo*! I've come to visit you, my sweet - [enters the room that Draco & Harry are in] - AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

[thud]

Pansy: [weakly] Damn that stupid Love Potion...[passes out] [1]

Harry: [rolls over, grinning happily] Mmm...Draco...hey, did you hear something?

Draco: No. [attempts to grab Harry again]

Harry: No, really, I heard something. Sounded like...Pansy Parkinson.

Draco: [looks faintly ill] Harry...you do realise that you're ruining the mood, right?

Harry: [peers over the side of the bed and looks mildly surprised] Hey, it is Pansy.

Draco: Eww, get her away from me!

Harry: [gives Draco a strange look] Draco, she's unconscious.

Draco: So?

Pansy: [still out cold] [mumbles] Nooo...Drakkie-poooo.....

Draco: [shudders] See? Conscious, unconscious, it's all the same thing.

Harry: [chuckles and snuggles closer to Draco] Ignore her.

Draco: [smiles contentedly]

~*~

(About ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey returns to the infirmary. Thankfully, Draco and Harry have managed to get their clothes on by now, and Draco has returned to his own bed. The two are lying in separate beds, innocent looks on their faces, when she enters with a bruised Ron in tow.)

Madam Pomfrey: - and you're lucky you've got no broken bones, just a few scratches -

Ron: [grumpily] *They* started it!

Harry: [looks at Ron in surprise] What happened to you?

Ron: Got into a fight with Crabbe and Goyle. Gits accused us of throwing the Quidditch match on *purpose*. [scoffs]

Draco: [opens mouth to make a sarcastic comment]

Harry: [gives Draco a Look]

Draco: [snaps his mouth shut]

Ron: [notices the whole exchange between Harry and Draco, and snickers]

Draco: [looks sourly at Ron] Not a word.

Ron: [smirks] Uh-huh.

Madam Pomfrey: [suddenly notices Pansy's prone form on the floor] Dear me, what happened to Miss Parkinson?

Draco: [smiles innocently] She, uh, just came into the infirmary and fainted. Maybe she wasn't feeling well.

Harry: [tries to look innocent and not blush]

Ron: [looks from Draco to Harry, faintly suspicious]

Madam Pomfrey: [moves Pansy to one of the beds in the infirmary, then cleans Ron's wounds with antiseptic and waves her wand over them] Okay, you go lie down for a while, then you can go back to class.

(Madam Pomfrey suddenly realises that there are no more empty beds available for Ron, so, deciding that Draco's injury isn't very serious, she waves the blonde boy out of his bed and points Ron towards it.)

Ron: [makes a face] I'm not lying in a bed that Malfoy has been in!

Madam Pomfrey: [sighs]

Ron: [shows no signs of budging]

Madam Pomfrey: Oh, all right. You take the other bed then.

(Madam Pomfrey indicates that Harry should move over to the bed that Draco had been in earlier; Draco is now standing by the bedside.)

Madam Pomfrey: [to Ron] All right then, you go take the bed that Mr. Potter here was in earlier.

Draco: [coughs]

Harry: [opens mouth to say something, glances at Madam Pomfrey, then changes his mind and snaps his mouth shut again]

Draco: [stifles a snicker]

Ron: [looks faintly suspicious]

(Ron sits down on the bed as Madam Pomfrey exits the room again.)

Draco: Weasley. You may not want to get too comfortable in that bed.

Ron: [preparing to get into the bed] And why not?

Harry: [flushes slightly]

Draco: I was in that bed too...

Ron: [blinks]

Draco: ...and I wasn't alone. [smirks]

Harry: [now blushing furiously]

Ron: [looks from Harry to Draco and back again with the dawning of horrified realisation] You mean...you two...in here...in...this bed?!?

Draco: [grins unrepentantly]

Harry: [looks apologetic] We couldn't say anything while Madam Pomfrey was in here...

Ron: Eeewww! [jumps off the bed, looking rather ill] I'm going to take a long, *long* bath. Right NOW. [departs hurriedly from the infirmary]

Draco: Hmph. The bed was still clean.

Harry: It's the thought that counts. [makes a face] Poor Ron.

Pansy: [still unconscious] Drakkie-pooooo...

Draco: [shudders and sidles behind Harry, glaring at Pansy's prone form]

Harry: Aww, don't worry, *Drakkie-poo*. I'll protect you from the nasty, evil Pansy Parkinson. [snickers]

Draco: Har, har. [smacks Harry]



[1] Refers to the Love Potion Pansy tried to use on Draco (with spectacularly unsuccessful results!) in the previous chapter.



C&C loved! ^^ And I just wanted to thank all my reviewers...*hugs* ^^
TBC...haven't really decided what the next chapter will be yet...hee.