Maybe this wasn't so bad, were Draco's thoughts as he looked upon the pile of letters in front of his plate. Owls intermittently dropped in front of him at breakfast with come-ons and invitations from guys wanting him to accommodate them at different times throughout the day.
"Damn Draco, you should of come out sooner," Pansy voiced his thoughts, peeking at a couple of the letters. "Too bad you're with..." her over honeyed, googly-eyed tone led into a vile one, "...that...Weasel," upon the mention of Ron. "Why of him of all people Drac?" she inquired.
Draco sighed exasperatingly, "We are not together! He just did...that..." he began with a biting sneer, "...to piss me off...or something...I'm not sure why the hell he did it."
"He must of found out somehow and wanted to humiliate you or something. Shame for him it backfired. Now he has to deal with everyone thinking he is too," she said with a shrug, starting on her breakfast.
"Well no, he really is as well..." Draco began.
Pansy stopped mid bite, "Oh?" she delicately posed. Draco immediately regretted not omitting that information. He looked around for a distraction because he knew Pansy would want details. She followed his eyes, but caught sight of yet another owl.
Squinting her eyes she recognized it, "Isn't that your father's?"
"What? Oh yes," he admitted upon seeing it, very thankful for its timing. He picked up the letter and his smile faded; he already knew what it would be about.
Draco-- Congrats on your dysfunctional coming out party. I still support your decision but let's be serious...a Weasley? I thought my son would have better taste than that. Remember you have a reputation to uphold for us. Don't let your adolescent escapades interfere with your work. -Lucius.
"How did he find out so quickly?" he asked himself.
Pansy was still thumbing through his letters. "Which lucky boy is first?" she remarked.
Draco's internal search to figure who would report this kind of stuff to his father was halted. "Hmm? Oh I don't know..." he trailed off.
She finished reading one and set it down in front of him, "How about Trevor, isn't he a seventh year?"
"A brunette one. Too boring," he remarked, shrugging.
She picked up another, "Ooooh Mark from Ravenclaw is gay? Damn it, Draco!"
"S'not my fault," he smiled at the girl who was disheartened. "Is he that blonde beater?"
"Yes! The one from the States? He is real yummy," she dreamily replied.
Draco stared in confusion at the idiotic look on her face, "You can have him. All he talks about is Quidditch..." he sneered. "...And he's blonde," finished in his thoughts.
"Come on, you have to pick someone..." she urged on, "...Unless you seriously are on that Weasel..."
Draco rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, "Fine I'll go with the last one," he said and grabbed his letter. He wanted to meet him after his practice down at the pitch. Draco quickly scribbled down that he accepted and sent his owl to him, Pansy looking over his shoulder the whole time.
Glancing at the owl flying over to the Ravenclaw table, a red flame stuck out in the bottom of his line of vision. Permeating his sight, Draco couldn't help but take a glance at the boy who outed him yesterday. He was on the other side, which faced the Slytherin side, of the table today. No longer sitting next to his best friend but to the other boy in his classes.
After a name of Seamus Finnegan was settled on, his eyes scanned to see who took Ron's seat. Spotting that wild bushy mane anywhere, he noticed that Hermoine and him must have switched seats. The hand of Harry's on her back finalized that theory. He slightly scoffed at the sight but his eyes soon slithered back to Ron.
Laughing and stuffing his face, per usual. His eyes didn't falter from Ron until his blue eyes locked in suddenly with his. Realizing he was out and out staring for the past minute, he looked away.
Draco noticed no change in him, even in the friends around him, which unlike Draco's, appeared to be fine with what he did yesterday. Only Pansy was actually talking to him so far. Vince and Gregory would occasionally glance; more glare, and talk amongst themselves. One of them must have told his father, he decided.
All of a sudden not feeling so comfortable at his table, or by the examination Ron was giving him now, he left and went down to the dungeons to prepare for later today.
The boy awaiting the fashionably late Draco was, as Pansy described, "real yummy". A sixth year, the towering blonde was built, tanned and indeed very blonde; his shade almost matching Draco's own.
Skipping the small talk Draco simply inquired, "My place or yours," with a seductive smirk. The now shy beater shrugged and said wherever he wanted.
Draco firmly responded, "Yours," and headed out to the Ravenclaw wing. Indecisiveness always annoyed Draco and he didn't like those types of people in his bed.
Once the two boys reached the emptied dormitories, the Ravenclaw's attitude all but shifted. Determinedly trying to take control of the situation, he was acting exactly as Draco's stereotype of blondes had suggested.
He possessively attacked Draco's thin-pursed lips, all the while trying to push him onto the bed where he could be on top. Not wanting to concede, Draco flipped the boy onto his stomach and took the power.
His preconceived notions of any "adolescent escapade" being a bad idea normally involved him being on top. Surely he had fun in the end but almost calling out a certain redhead's name right before coming was certainly not a good sign. Draco quickly left after it was over, leaving the blonde with his trousers down in the literal sense, but also it was unbeknownced to him when they would see one another again.
The Slytherin made an all out run for it down the hall. This was the second time he almost called out the wrong, very wrong name.
Not paying attention whatsoever, he crashed into Professor Sprout and her cart, breaking half of her potted plants. He was issued a detention that night and Draco grabbed the slip, smiling and cursed silently when she waddled away with a now squeaky cart.
He shrugged off the anger, still being in a post-orgasmic state. At least the detention would keep his mind off things. Not just Ron...he mentally slapped himself at the thought. "Not everything is about him...nothing is," he told himself.
Entering the dungeons, he couldn't help but question how he would react in the first class they have together tomorrow, Potions. He was reminded and quickly changed his thoughts to the class itself, in which he still had a whole seven inches to report on.
I think I have 1 more chapter in me this weekend, but I would like to get some more reviews to know how you guys are feeling it.
Cassie x