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Draco froze, not knowing exactly what to say. The 15-20 people stood gathered around the boys lavatory entrance, all wide eyed and staring. However, Crabbe and Goyle seemed to be staring out of the window, watching the pretty blue birds fly. Bucktoothedbeaver and CarrotTopJerk, on the other hand, looked just about to faint.

"W-we're not doing anything," Harry stuttered. "This isn't..what..maybe. You're all just jealous, I mean. Gone. I mean..Draco?"

"Guilty..conscience, Mr. Potter?" Snape sneered. "Care to remove your hands off of Mr. Malfoys…trousers?"

Ron stared at Harry's hand, which was placed on top of Draco's zipper. His eyes widened and a small shriek escaped his mouth. With rolling eyes, he slung a hand over his forehead and fainted into Hermiones arms. Hermione looked at Ron with exasperation, and dropped him with a thud onto the tiled floor.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said sourly, pursing her lips. "Please come into my office."

The children separated into two rows so that they could pass. Draco started to walk, when he noticed that Brat Potter still had his hand attached to his own pants.

"Potter," Draco said sharply. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"I can't move my hand," Harry said weakly, avoiding eye contact from the others. "My sleeve is caught on to your zipper."

The crowd bursts into laughter as Draco rolled his eyes.

"Leave it to a loser to lock himself onto my crotch."

"HEY," Pansy shrieked, turning up her pug nose. "I'm not a loser and I've.."

Draco shot her a warning glance. He didn't need Pansy to make matters worse, even if what she said was true.

Draco walked forward, ignoring the hand that attached onto his zipper. Harry crawled on the floor with the remaining three useful limbs, and blushed as the other students pointed and smirked.

They walked down two hallways to get to Professor McGonagalls office, and by that time, Harry had bruises on his elbows and knees. The children had followed too, but it was quite obvious they were trying to make it look natural. The 15 or so students would run when they had their backs turn, and when Draco turned around, they leaned against the wall, whistling. Crabbe and Goyle were still in the lavatory, looking out the window. Ron was there also, laying on the floor.

Professor McGonagall closed the door behind her, and Snape also walked in.

"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HERE," He yelled out of the door.

He then put a silencing charm around the room.

"First off," Snape said angrily. "10 points from Slytherin for getting caught with him. One million points from Gryffindor for touching Mr. Malfoy."

Harry turned to McGonagall, a pleading look stretching across those ugly green eyes. But there was no mercy in her face, only shame and more shame.

"I can't believe I caught them together," She said angrily, "How DARE you even come within an inch of his..his..zipper."

"Honestly," Harry squeaked. "His zipper was stuck so I tried to help him."

Draco nodded furiously, watching Harry's hand bob up and down.

Professor McGonagall muttered something underneath her breath and Harry pulled his arm away. He was free at last. Draco was free.

"Mr. Potter, you will receive 15.24 months of detention. It will carry on until next year," Snape said. "Mr. Malfoy, your punishment is to never, ever go to the bathroom during Potions class."

"PROFESSOR!" Harry said, "Fifteen point whaatsit months?!"

"You heard me, Mr. Potter," Snape drawled. "Or do you need your ears cleaned out almost as much as your mind?"

"PROFESSOR!" Draco cried, jumping up and down.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"

"But what if I have to go to the bathroom during Potions?"

"Ah. You are correct, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said. "That punishment is too harsh. So no harm done."

"Severus, I believe it is my turn to talk." McGonagall said bitterly.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, the truth is. There is nothing wrong with a homosexual relationship."

"I'M NOT GAY." Harry and Draco cried.

"Of course you are," she said.

"Yes, yes." Snape said with a flick of his greasy hair. "I've known Harry was gay for 25.5532 years."

"What is it with you and decimals?!" Harry cried. "I haven't even been alive for that long--"

"See? You see? Only a homosexual man would complain about decimals."

Snape, of course was very unfair to Harry. He knew that decimals had nothing to do with a mans sexuality, everyone knows that. But of course, Snape is Snape, always will be Snape and currently is Snape. also. So Snape obviously had to do something about this madness.

Draco yawned., blinking and staring forward.

"You see? Only a real man would yawn such as that," Snape said, yawning.

Harry forced a yawn, mimicking exactly what Draco had done, but only received a very filthy, greasy look from Snape.

Outside, Draco could already hear his peers whispering.

What would father say when he finds out?

'If,' Draco assured himself. 'If he finds out..'

"Oh yes," McGonagall said. "Wehavemailedalettertoeachofyourguardianssincethisincident"

Draco collapsed onto the floor.