Secrets and Dirty Deeds
By the Barefoot Pianist
Chapter 21
A/N: The question is: Is Malfoy gay? Dun-dun-dummmmm! (My lame interpretation of scary music…)
"What the fuck do you think you're fucking doing?" Carmen shot up from where she sat and pointed a shaky finger at Malfoy.
"Thanking you for letting me win the game," he said very coolly, compared to the fuming Carmen, whom could be seen with steam pouring from her ears.
"But you're supposed to be… supposed to be…"
"Supposed to be what?" he questioned.
"Gay!"
"WHAT?!" Malfoy spat out, jumping up from his seat. "I'M NOT GAY!!!" he roared.
"But…but…" she stuttered, trying to piece together parts of her 'evidence'. "But what about Blaise?"
"He's my best friend! Aw, yuck, he's not gay!"
"But…"
"I'm not gay!"
"But…"
"I'm not gay!"
"But…"
"I'm not…"
"What about all those months you just kept away from girls, and had all those cosy conversations in the library with Blaise?"
"What the…" he said, sounding weary. But then he yelled, "You've been spying on me?"
"No way!" she shouted.
"And to answer you're question, I partially gave up on the whole bloody female population, that's all. Haven't you ever heard of a mawning period?! And I'm not…"
"A mawning period? So you're saying to me that all this time, I thought you were…"
"I'm not gay!"
"Yes, we've established that," she snapped at him. "So you're saying that you were off, fucking whimpering like a shot dog and feeling bloody sorry for yourself for all this time, because some girl cheated on you?"
"Hey, don't put it like that," he said as he crossed his arms. "And don't mock people who've been cheated. Have you ever been cheated before? It hurts, you know."
She couldn't believe her ears. "That's it, I've had enough of you crazy people," and promptly left for the girls' dormitory. Malfoy watched her stomping up the stars and gave a sigh.
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"I'm still getting used to you not being gay," Carmen told him a week later. Things had gotten pretty cold between her and Draco, but somehow, finally, she started to get a grip.
"You can have as much time as you want," he replied. "Just so long as you can get it into your head that I'm not gay. And please, next time, check with me on matters concerning my personal life, before you make assumptions."
"Yeah, yeah." She started stabbing her steak and kidney pie steaming on her plate. She looked up as he left the table.
"Quidditch training this afternoon," he said. But before Carmen could complain that firstly, there was blizzard outside, and second of all, it was nearing towards Christmas after all, but was interrupted. "And the next attempt you make at pegging a quaffle at my head and say that you were trying to pass it, try throwing it in the direction of your team mates." And with that, he stalked off, hands in pockets.
A/N: R&R! I keep my promise that I will review your story, so long as you review mine!
Sorry this is short! But we cleared up some issues... No, Carmen isn't exactly the most empathetic of people, nor is she very accurate on others' sexuality… sigh nobody's perfect, after all.
I just wanted to say at huge thank you to all who've reviewed! You've been a great help and not to mention a very effective replacement of chocolate as a source of endorphins. I've been having the most crap week in the history of my short life, and you, all of you, have contributed in helping me get through it. Thanks again!!!
And to Lisa-mouse… remember – brilliant minds think alike! I had written this down before you sung that song!