Little ficlet about how Harry and Draco come out about their relationship.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. don't belong to me. How sad.
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Show, Don't Tell
A crowd was gathered outside of the Great Hall, watching one of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy's famed brawls. It wasn't usually clear what they were fighting about, but none of the spectators really cared. This time, however, there was a clear argument going on amidst the shoving, wrestling, and throwing of punches. "NO," roared Harry, pinning Draco to the ground, "this can't happen yet!"
"Honestly, Potter," Draco said as he slid calmly out of the infuriated boy's grasp, "I was counting on your Gryffindor bravery to spur you on in this matter."
Harry lunged at Draco angrily, but the smaller boy easily dodged and sent Harry falling to the floor.
"Listen, Malfoy," Harry panted, "We *can't* tell them!"
Draco offered Harry his hand, a gesture of acceptance. "Fine," he said, a devious look in his eye, "we won't tell them." He pulled Harry up and deftly pinned him against the wall. "We'll show them instead." Harry paled as Draco's smug face moved closer to his own. He had to resist. He couldn't let them see...but resistance was futile. Their mouths met and all nervousness dissolved as their bodies melded together. Tongues darted out to explore well-known territory; Draco's hands tangled in Harry's messy hair, and Harry's arms snaked around the blonde boy's slim waist, pulling them even closer together. The other students looked on with varying degrees of shock and confusion. Hermione, however, turned to a shell-shocked Ron and whispered, in her usual know-it-all fashion, "I told you so." When the two boys finished their steamy public snogging session, they walked, their fingers intertwined and Harry's face turning violently red, into the Great Hall for lunch.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. don't belong to me. How sad.
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Show, Don't Tell
A crowd was gathered outside of the Great Hall, watching one of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy's famed brawls. It wasn't usually clear what they were fighting about, but none of the spectators really cared. This time, however, there was a clear argument going on amidst the shoving, wrestling, and throwing of punches. "NO," roared Harry, pinning Draco to the ground, "this can't happen yet!"
"Honestly, Potter," Draco said as he slid calmly out of the infuriated boy's grasp, "I was counting on your Gryffindor bravery to spur you on in this matter."
Harry lunged at Draco angrily, but the smaller boy easily dodged and sent Harry falling to the floor.
"Listen, Malfoy," Harry panted, "We *can't* tell them!"
Draco offered Harry his hand, a gesture of acceptance. "Fine," he said, a devious look in his eye, "we won't tell them." He pulled Harry up and deftly pinned him against the wall. "We'll show them instead." Harry paled as Draco's smug face moved closer to his own. He had to resist. He couldn't let them see...but resistance was futile. Their mouths met and all nervousness dissolved as their bodies melded together. Tongues darted out to explore well-known territory; Draco's hands tangled in Harry's messy hair, and Harry's arms snaked around the blonde boy's slim waist, pulling them even closer together. The other students looked on with varying degrees of shock and confusion. Hermione, however, turned to a shell-shocked Ron and whispered, in her usual know-it-all fashion, "I told you so." When the two boys finished their steamy public snogging session, they walked, their fingers intertwined and Harry's face turning violently red, into the Great Hall for lunch.