Revealing
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns them, I don't. I just use them for pleasure.
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Harry stood by the basin in the loos, splashing water onto his face. He'd been well and truly caught out now, and he was going to have to pay for it. What had he been thinking, acting like that with Draco in a public place!! Harry moaned and banged his head against the mirror. Ron emerged from one of the cubicles, looking shaken and still slightly green. Almost shaking with dread, Harry turned slowly to look at him.
"Harry," Ron started, "I have no problems with you being gay. In fact, I've suspected it for quite a while!"
"You didn't tell me?!" shouted Harry indignantly.
"I thought from the way you kept drooling over Percy you would've guessed!" stated Ron, with unbelievable calm, given his current situation.
"I was not!" protested Harry, before being cut off again.
"I have no problems with you being gay, Harry," continued Ron, "but MALFOY?!?!?!" he shrieked, all former calm gone, like the diffusion of a nasty smell through the oxygen, nitrogen and carbon dioxide particles that make up the air. "What is there attractive about him?!" A sheepish smile spread across Harry's face.
"Well, he's very…"
"HARRY!!!" screamed Ron, going purple. "Concentrate!" He took a deep breath. "I don't want to know his good qualities. This is Malfoy. As far as we're concerned, he is evil and.."
"No, Ron!" Harry interrupted, and a silence fell over the two of them. "He's not just Malfoy anymore. I've got to know him, and I.." Harry's eyes dropped to the floor, "I like him, Ron. He's really nice. He's nothing like the Malfoy we thought we knew. He's..he's.. Draco."
"But Harry," said Ron, his voice softer now, almost sympathetic. "You know this can't go on. He likes you as a girl. Somehow, he's going to learn the truth. You can't trick him forever." Harry sighed.
"I know, Ron. I told him I'd call tonight. I guess we'll meet up and I can break it off then." Harry looked so dejected that Ron put a hand on Harry's shoulder to show his sympathy. Ron wasn't very good at the whole comfort thing, so it was a bit awkward and both boys were relieved to have an excuse to yell at Hermione as she burst in, demanding to be filled in on what was happening.
"I'm gonna go home," said Harry, edging past Hermione's wild hair. "I'll call, and, you know… see you later." He ran off. Hermione looked at Ron.
"What was that all about?" she inquired, as Ron led her to a table and told her the whole story, skipping no details, except, of course, the ones that would cause embarrassment to him.
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Harry picked up the phone, feeling more nervous than he had on his first day at Hogwarts. Dialling Draco's number, he chewed his lip and wondered how Draco was going to take this.
"Hello?" Harry gulped.
"Hi, Draco? We need to talk, can I come round?" He was using his girl's voice, but was in his normal body. It seemed strange to be a boy again. He kept trying to find his skirt to tug down, only it wasn't there.
"Sure, what's wrong?" asked Draco, seemingly concerned.
"I'll tell you in a minute," replied Harry, wishing he didn't have to do this. He didn't want to hurt Draco. He hung up, changed his voice back to normal and walked over to the fireplace, taking some floo.
"Draco Malfoy's living room!"
He stepped out of the fireplace, looking around for Draco. He was standing in front of him, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Potter!" he exclaimed, obviously surprised. "Much as I love trading insults with you, I'm waiting for someone right now, so this is kind of a bad time," he drawled, all his recent friendliness gone. Harry felt his heart sink. He was so used to getting a good reception out of Draco, this felt really bad.
"Hello, Draco," he said, wearily. Draco studied him.
"Is something the matter, Potter?" he asked, careful not to sound concerned. Harry looked him straight in the eyes. There was something familiar about those eyes, thought Draco.
"Yes, actually, something is the matter." He paused to take a deep breath, then plunged in. "I played a trick on you. It wasn't my idea, it just happened, and then I got picked, but I didn't want to, and I somehow just ended up carrying on, and I'm so sorry, Draco, I really am, I.."
"Hold it, hold it!" shouted Draco, arms in the air. "Slow down there, Potter! I'm having trouble understanding!" Harry looked as if he wanted to sink into the floor, but again looked straight into Draco's eyes.
"Let me make it a bit more simple, then," he said, then muttered something under his breath. In front of Draco's eyes, Harry's hair got longer; other parts of him grew and shrank until standing in front of him was somebody who looked horribly familiar. "I'm Jamie," said Harry, simply. Draco stumbled backwards, horror written across his face. Shaking his head, he turned and ran towards his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
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Later that evening, Draco heard a tapping on his window. Getting up from the Bond film he was pretending to watch, he went to open it, noticing that it was a snowy white owl with a message tied to her foot. He untied the message and the owl flew off. Going back to his sofa, Draco unfolded the letter. Glancing at the bottom, his guesses about who it was from confirmed. He screwed the letter up, throwing it onto the floor. Five minutes later, he picked it up, uncrumpled it and began to read.
Dear Draco,
I'm so sorry for what I did to you. Please let me explain. We never intended to play a trick on you, to start with. It was all chance. I was teaching Ron how to prank call..
Draco felt a pang. Ignore it! he told himself. It wouldn't go away. He shook his head to get rid of it and went back to the letter.
..when we accidentally stumbled upon you. To start with, it was just innocent jokes. Then George Weasley came along, rang up and told you to meet 'her' the next day. We spent a long time trying to think up what we should do next. Eventually, it was decided that one of us would dress up as a girl to meet you. We drew lots to decide who it would be. It ended up as me. When I met you the next day, I was just playing a joke. But as we carried on meeting up, as I got to know you, I started to like you more and more. I felt really guilty about the trick I was playing, but I couldn't stop. I confessed because Hermione saw us in the park. She told me and Ron, and Ron of course knew what was going on. He forced me to confess.
So I have. I deeply regret hurting you like this, but let me say one more thing. I really enjoyed the time we spent together; I just wish the circumstances could have been different.
Yours sincerely,
Harry Potter
Draco sniffed, then scrumpled the letter up again and threw it down onto the ground. Stupid Potter. Stupid letter. With a wail, Draco threw himself full length, face first onto his sofa. Why did everything always have to be so difficult!
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Argh! Angsty or what?! It will have a happy ending, I promise!!
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns them, I don't. I just use them for pleasure.
Yay! Reviews! Wow! I like reviews, thank you if you reviewed! You brightened up my boring week filled with exams and sunbathing!
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Harry stood by the basin in the loos, splashing water onto his face. He'd been well and truly caught out now, and he was going to have to pay for it. What had he been thinking, acting like that with Draco in a public place!! Harry moaned and banged his head against the mirror. Ron emerged from one of the cubicles, looking shaken and still slightly green. Almost shaking with dread, Harry turned slowly to look at him.
"Harry," Ron started, "I have no problems with you being gay. In fact, I've suspected it for quite a while!"
"You didn't tell me?!" shouted Harry indignantly.
"I thought from the way you kept drooling over Percy you would've guessed!" stated Ron, with unbelievable calm, given his current situation.
"I was not!" protested Harry, before being cut off again.
"I have no problems with you being gay, Harry," continued Ron, "but MALFOY?!?!?!" he shrieked, all former calm gone, like the diffusion of a nasty smell through the oxygen, nitrogen and carbon dioxide particles that make up the air. "What is there attractive about him?!" A sheepish smile spread across Harry's face.
"Well, he's very…"
"HARRY!!!" screamed Ron, going purple. "Concentrate!" He took a deep breath. "I don't want to know his good qualities. This is Malfoy. As far as we're concerned, he is evil and.."
"No, Ron!" Harry interrupted, and a silence fell over the two of them. "He's not just Malfoy anymore. I've got to know him, and I.." Harry's eyes dropped to the floor, "I like him, Ron. He's really nice. He's nothing like the Malfoy we thought we knew. He's..he's.. Draco."
"But Harry," said Ron, his voice softer now, almost sympathetic. "You know this can't go on. He likes you as a girl. Somehow, he's going to learn the truth. You can't trick him forever." Harry sighed.
"I know, Ron. I told him I'd call tonight. I guess we'll meet up and I can break it off then." Harry looked so dejected that Ron put a hand on Harry's shoulder to show his sympathy. Ron wasn't very good at the whole comfort thing, so it was a bit awkward and both boys were relieved to have an excuse to yell at Hermione as she burst in, demanding to be filled in on what was happening.
"I'm gonna go home," said Harry, edging past Hermione's wild hair. "I'll call, and, you know… see you later." He ran off. Hermione looked at Ron.
"What was that all about?" she inquired, as Ron led her to a table and told her the whole story, skipping no details, except, of course, the ones that would cause embarrassment to him.
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Harry picked up the phone, feeling more nervous than he had on his first day at Hogwarts. Dialling Draco's number, he chewed his lip and wondered how Draco was going to take this.
"Hello?" Harry gulped.
"Hi, Draco? We need to talk, can I come round?" He was using his girl's voice, but was in his normal body. It seemed strange to be a boy again. He kept trying to find his skirt to tug down, only it wasn't there.
"Sure, what's wrong?" asked Draco, seemingly concerned.
"I'll tell you in a minute," replied Harry, wishing he didn't have to do this. He didn't want to hurt Draco. He hung up, changed his voice back to normal and walked over to the fireplace, taking some floo.
"Draco Malfoy's living room!"
He stepped out of the fireplace, looking around for Draco. He was standing in front of him, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Potter!" he exclaimed, obviously surprised. "Much as I love trading insults with you, I'm waiting for someone right now, so this is kind of a bad time," he drawled, all his recent friendliness gone. Harry felt his heart sink. He was so used to getting a good reception out of Draco, this felt really bad.
"Hello, Draco," he said, wearily. Draco studied him.
"Is something the matter, Potter?" he asked, careful not to sound concerned. Harry looked him straight in the eyes. There was something familiar about those eyes, thought Draco.
"Yes, actually, something is the matter." He paused to take a deep breath, then plunged in. "I played a trick on you. It wasn't my idea, it just happened, and then I got picked, but I didn't want to, and I somehow just ended up carrying on, and I'm so sorry, Draco, I really am, I.."
"Hold it, hold it!" shouted Draco, arms in the air. "Slow down there, Potter! I'm having trouble understanding!" Harry looked as if he wanted to sink into the floor, but again looked straight into Draco's eyes.
"Let me make it a bit more simple, then," he said, then muttered something under his breath. In front of Draco's eyes, Harry's hair got longer; other parts of him grew and shrank until standing in front of him was somebody who looked horribly familiar. "I'm Jamie," said Harry, simply. Draco stumbled backwards, horror written across his face. Shaking his head, he turned and ran towards his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
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Later that evening, Draco heard a tapping on his window. Getting up from the Bond film he was pretending to watch, he went to open it, noticing that it was a snowy white owl with a message tied to her foot. He untied the message and the owl flew off. Going back to his sofa, Draco unfolded the letter. Glancing at the bottom, his guesses about who it was from confirmed. He screwed the letter up, throwing it onto the floor. Five minutes later, he picked it up, uncrumpled it and began to read.
Dear Draco,
I'm so sorry for what I did to you. Please let me explain. We never intended to play a trick on you, to start with. It was all chance. I was teaching Ron how to prank call..
Draco felt a pang. Ignore it! he told himself. It wouldn't go away. He shook his head to get rid of it and went back to the letter.
..when we accidentally stumbled upon you. To start with, it was just innocent jokes. Then George Weasley came along, rang up and told you to meet 'her' the next day. We spent a long time trying to think up what we should do next. Eventually, it was decided that one of us would dress up as a girl to meet you. We drew lots to decide who it would be. It ended up as me. When I met you the next day, I was just playing a joke. But as we carried on meeting up, as I got to know you, I started to like you more and more. I felt really guilty about the trick I was playing, but I couldn't stop. I confessed because Hermione saw us in the park. She told me and Ron, and Ron of course knew what was going on. He forced me to confess.
So I have. I deeply regret hurting you like this, but let me say one more thing. I really enjoyed the time we spent together; I just wish the circumstances could have been different.
Yours sincerely,
Harry Potter
Draco sniffed, then scrumpled the letter up again and threw it down onto the ground. Stupid Potter. Stupid letter. With a wail, Draco threw himself full length, face first onto his sofa. Why did everything always have to be so difficult!
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Argh! Angsty or what?! It will have a happy ending, I promise!!