"Wow... so you and Draco are like... boyfriends then...?" Ron said strangely.
Harry grinned a grin from ear to ear, "Yep... the next thing is, do I tell anyone? Should I tell anyone? What people would think!"
"Oh Harry, I say go for it. I'm so jealous of you. You got who you wanted... and I... well, I don't even know if I'm straight or not," the red-haired Gryffindor sighed.
Harry put his arm around Ron's shoulder, "Dear, let me ask you this... have you ever had feelings for a guy? That go beyond friendship? Or ever looked at a guy and just thought, 'Damn, he's hot!'?"
"Maybe. That's the thing, though, Harry. I don't know. I don't know when it's more than just friends. I'm so confused, I thought I had this all figured out, you know? But... blimey, it keeps coming back. So, mate, I don't know. If it was me, and I had who I wanted, I wouldn't be ashamed I guess. Then again, maybe I'd wait to see if it was destined to be or whatever..."
"Ah, I know this was meant to be. It's one of those things that you can't explain, but you just know it's right. Those are always the best things..." Harry dazed off.
Ron waved his hand in front of Harry's eyes, "Hello, Earth to space cadet!"
"What? Oh, I'm sorry... I just kind of... well nevermind. When's the ball? Do you know?"
"I think it's in December, some time near Christmas. It's before everyone leave though, because that wouldn't be much of a turn out." Ron looked at the time, "Ugh, we better get going to Potions. Wouldn't want Snape yelling at us for being late for the millionth time this year."
"Oh, all right. Plus, I get to see you-know-who, so that's good," Harry stood up, "Come on dear, we're off!" the two walked down the corridors and down the concrete stairs to the dungeon.
Their longest class seemed to just go on and on. Ron wasn't having any luck with anything they were working on, Harry was being a space cadet again, and Hermione was being a big know-it-all, not that that's anything new.
Class seemed to end abruptly, though, and Snape gave them no homework. "Wonder why he hasn't been in the worst of moods today... what d'you suppose has gotten into him?" Seamus wondered. He was a scrawny kid with ginger-brown hair and many freckles who blew up potions usually.
"I don't know, but whatever it is, I hope he stays like this!" replied Neville, one of the most forgetful kids ever. No one was complaining though, everyone was glad they were homeworkless for Potions.
Just as Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking out of the dungeon, someone grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled them into a closet.
"Whoa, hello," he said, in the very dark closet. Hey could make out the shape of a body, though. He saw the reflection of a pair of slate blue eyes through the little light that did come through the closet. "Oh, hello, my dear!" he said as he realized it was Draco.
"Hey to you too," the blonde boy said. "Listen, I've been wondering about our... relationship. It's really bothering me walking around school thinking about you, and not telling anyone. It's like a burn-"
"Shut up and kiss me," Harry cut him off.
Draco pressed his body against Harry's before kissing him. Just as he was about to kiss him, he stopped.
"You're teasing me!"
"Oh, am I?" Draco said, his hand gliding down Harry's abs, towards his pants... the hand went in just a bit, when he pulled his hand out and gave the Gryffindor a smooch, "Guess that'll just have to wait for some other time!"
"Ok, that's it..." Harry said as he kissed his boyfriend. Enough waiting and teasing. The most wonderful sensation flowed through his body whenever he kissed Draco. It was like being on Cloud 9. This was by far the best feeling he had ever felt from anyone. As hard as he tried to feel something when he kissed a girl, nothing compared to this.
When Harry wanted to go deeper into the kiss, Draco stopped him. "I'm sorry, Sweets, as much as I, too, wish I could stay in here class'll be starting soon."
"Can't we just stay in here then?" Harry grinned, jokingly.
"I wish, dear, but we really must be going to lunch. I'll see you there," he winked and gave Harry a peck on the cheek and walked up the stairs that led to the Great Hall.
What did he mean, 'I'll see you there'? Guess there was only one way to find out: go to lunch.
"Gee, Harry, we thought someone took you or something when you disappeared!" Poor Hermione had no idea what was going on with Harry. Now did not seem the time to tell her, either.
He gave a laugh, "Sorry, I almost left my book though, and then Snape got on me about it, you know him," he lied.
"Yeah, seriously, that git," Ron said.
The three of them ate peacefully, conversation flowing smoothly. Hermione was telling them about Chris, and how he asked her (already), to go to the Ball. Ron and Harry were truly happy for her, just didn't show it. Before lunch was over, though, one of the strangest things happened.
Draco had walked over to the Gryffindor house table. Grunts and sneers came from many of the Gryffindor students. Many of them looked at him too, wondering what he was doing there. They became even more confused, however, when he held out his hand to Harry. Harry gripped his boyfriend's hand tightly, "Ready to go to our next class?" Draco asked.
Whispers came from all the tables, Harry supposed many people detested what had had happened, and were even sickened by the thought of it, including Hermione. She would have to understand, though. He knew, that despite her hatred of Draco, if he was truly happy and found someone, that she would be happy for him.
Harry ignored all of the disgusted sounds coming from the student wizards all around, and walked to his and Draco's next class, Care of Magical Creatures.
The class ran smoothly, and so did the rest of the day. This day was one to sure be remembered.
Harry grinned a grin from ear to ear, "Yep... the next thing is, do I tell anyone? Should I tell anyone? What people would think!"
"Oh Harry, I say go for it. I'm so jealous of you. You got who you wanted... and I... well, I don't even know if I'm straight or not," the red-haired Gryffindor sighed.
Harry put his arm around Ron's shoulder, "Dear, let me ask you this... have you ever had feelings for a guy? That go beyond friendship? Or ever looked at a guy and just thought, 'Damn, he's hot!'?"
"Maybe. That's the thing, though, Harry. I don't know. I don't know when it's more than just friends. I'm so confused, I thought I had this all figured out, you know? But... blimey, it keeps coming back. So, mate, I don't know. If it was me, and I had who I wanted, I wouldn't be ashamed I guess. Then again, maybe I'd wait to see if it was destined to be or whatever..."
"Ah, I know this was meant to be. It's one of those things that you can't explain, but you just know it's right. Those are always the best things..." Harry dazed off.
Ron waved his hand in front of Harry's eyes, "Hello, Earth to space cadet!"
"What? Oh, I'm sorry... I just kind of... well nevermind. When's the ball? Do you know?"
"I think it's in December, some time near Christmas. It's before everyone leave though, because that wouldn't be much of a turn out." Ron looked at the time, "Ugh, we better get going to Potions. Wouldn't want Snape yelling at us for being late for the millionth time this year."
"Oh, all right. Plus, I get to see you-know-who, so that's good," Harry stood up, "Come on dear, we're off!" the two walked down the corridors and down the concrete stairs to the dungeon.
Their longest class seemed to just go on and on. Ron wasn't having any luck with anything they were working on, Harry was being a space cadet again, and Hermione was being a big know-it-all, not that that's anything new.
Class seemed to end abruptly, though, and Snape gave them no homework. "Wonder why he hasn't been in the worst of moods today... what d'you suppose has gotten into him?" Seamus wondered. He was a scrawny kid with ginger-brown hair and many freckles who blew up potions usually.
"I don't know, but whatever it is, I hope he stays like this!" replied Neville, one of the most forgetful kids ever. No one was complaining though, everyone was glad they were homeworkless for Potions.
Just as Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking out of the dungeon, someone grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled them into a closet.
"Whoa, hello," he said, in the very dark closet. Hey could make out the shape of a body, though. He saw the reflection of a pair of slate blue eyes through the little light that did come through the closet. "Oh, hello, my dear!" he said as he realized it was Draco.
"Hey to you too," the blonde boy said. "Listen, I've been wondering about our... relationship. It's really bothering me walking around school thinking about you, and not telling anyone. It's like a burn-"
"Shut up and kiss me," Harry cut him off.
Draco pressed his body against Harry's before kissing him. Just as he was about to kiss him, he stopped.
"You're teasing me!"
"Oh, am I?" Draco said, his hand gliding down Harry's abs, towards his pants... the hand went in just a bit, when he pulled his hand out and gave the Gryffindor a smooch, "Guess that'll just have to wait for some other time!"
"Ok, that's it..." Harry said as he kissed his boyfriend. Enough waiting and teasing. The most wonderful sensation flowed through his body whenever he kissed Draco. It was like being on Cloud 9. This was by far the best feeling he had ever felt from anyone. As hard as he tried to feel something when he kissed a girl, nothing compared to this.
When Harry wanted to go deeper into the kiss, Draco stopped him. "I'm sorry, Sweets, as much as I, too, wish I could stay in here class'll be starting soon."
"Can't we just stay in here then?" Harry grinned, jokingly.
"I wish, dear, but we really must be going to lunch. I'll see you there," he winked and gave Harry a peck on the cheek and walked up the stairs that led to the Great Hall.
What did he mean, 'I'll see you there'? Guess there was only one way to find out: go to lunch.
"Gee, Harry, we thought someone took you or something when you disappeared!" Poor Hermione had no idea what was going on with Harry. Now did not seem the time to tell her, either.
He gave a laugh, "Sorry, I almost left my book though, and then Snape got on me about it, you know him," he lied.
"Yeah, seriously, that git," Ron said.
The three of them ate peacefully, conversation flowing smoothly. Hermione was telling them about Chris, and how he asked her (already), to go to the Ball. Ron and Harry were truly happy for her, just didn't show it. Before lunch was over, though, one of the strangest things happened.
Draco had walked over to the Gryffindor house table. Grunts and sneers came from many of the Gryffindor students. Many of them looked at him too, wondering what he was doing there. They became even more confused, however, when he held out his hand to Harry. Harry gripped his boyfriend's hand tightly, "Ready to go to our next class?" Draco asked.
Whispers came from all the tables, Harry supposed many people detested what had had happened, and were even sickened by the thought of it, including Hermione. She would have to understand, though. He knew, that despite her hatred of Draco, if he was truly happy and found someone, that she would be happy for him.
Harry ignored all of the disgusted sounds coming from the student wizards all around, and walked to his and Draco's next class, Care of Magical Creatures.
The class ran smoothly, and so did the rest of the day. This day was one to sure be remembered.