Title: Queer, Otherwise
Authors: lovelessx and savethequeenxo
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is set post OOTP, beware of SPOILERS!
Summary: After Draco switches sides Dumbledore agrees to protect him from the consequences of the wrong people finding out, which looks like no one has noticed...yet. Only the damnable Boy-Who-Lived seems to notice that he has changed and, unnervingly, Draco finds his eyes lingering too long on that unruly hair and those green eyes. Harry has also found himself practically licking his lips while his eyes slip over to Draco every now and then. Before they can stop themselves they both land a late night detention from the Transfiguration teacher for "not paying attention in class". Thankfully, McGonagall hadn't mentioned alloud that they had been oogling each other for her entire class. After their detention, things start to get difficult and keeping secrets is harder than ever for both young wizards.
Chapter Two -- Bloody Hell…
Harry woke up as normal as usual and placed those round glasses among his face so he could see once again. He looked over to Ron who was scratching the point of his nose with his index finger. Ron looked over to Harry and flashed a quick smile as he got up to go use the bathroom. Using the bathroom is a very important thing to do first thing in the morning here at Hogwarts, as things tend to get busy during the day.
Harry layed in bed a while longer, pondering what he was doing yesterday in Potions. He hadn't been looking at girls like he used to but he wasn't about to start looking at boys that way either. He just… didn't seem to find any girls attractive, except for this one girl whom he dated in his fifth year, Cho Chang. He no longer found her to be interesting along with any of the other girls in Hogwarts. He thought, maybe its not his sexuality but the girls at Hogwarts all seem like family to him, yet he envied Ron and Hermione for having that special sort of relationship that Harry longed to have. Harry did notice that his stomach seemed to sink to the floor at times when he let his eyes wander around in the boys' locker room. But no, Harry couldn't be gay. He likes girls and that's that. Harry does pay a little more attention to a certain ice blond Slytherin boy more than usual though…Harry quickly found his way into the boy's bathroom and splashed water on his face. He griped the sides of the white porcelain and looked at his face close in the mirror. Dark tufts that were wet curled around his forehead, easily concealing his scar. I'm. Not. Gay. He told himself over and over, silently, and walked with Ron to meet Hermione in the common room.
It was now time for breakfast here in Hogwarts. The trio went to the Great Hall, with Ron and Hermione hand in hand. Harry stared at his plate, it was empty, he then looked up to the Slytherin table and saw Draco with that oh-so awesome smirk on his face. NO! It's not an awesome smirk! It's evil and annoying and he's a git! SNAP OUT OF IT HARRY! Harry didn't notice that he was staring again and when he came back into focus his name was being called.
"Harry… Harry!" said a high pitched voice. Harry looked over to see who was calling his name. It was Hermione. "Harry, are you okay? You look like you aren't well...and you're all red. Do you need to go to the hospital wing, maybe you're coming down with the flu..though it is early?"
"Err… no I'm fine." Harry quickly turned to his plate and piled it with eggs and bacon.
The trio got up from the table, it was now time for potions. Ron and Hermione once again were hand in hand and the boy with the lightning shaped scar walked slowly a few steps behind the two. Slowly, but surely they reached the dungeons. They left the Great Hall a little early so they wouldn't be late and they would be able to take their time getting there. Just as they took their seats, a familiar voice caught their attention.
"Ah, just on time." Harry looked up from the desk and saw the greasy-haired, crooked-nosed potions teacher- Professor Snape. Snape sneered at the trio and waited for the rest of the class to come, mostly Slytherins were late. Among them was the arch nemesis of the three, and everyone who wasn't a Slytherin, Draco Malfoy. Draco took his seat in front of Harry, Ron and Hermione along with the two oafs Draco uses sort of as body guards, none other than Crabbe and Goyle. Draco turned to hiss at the trio but his eyes fell among Harry instead, Harry then turned a violent shade of red, then the colour quickly faded fast as it cam and Harry looked as pale as a ghost. Draco turned around after he realized he was staring at Harry too long again. Hermione turned to Harry and whispered "Are you sure you're okay? Now you're really pale. There's no colour in you."
"It's nothing." Harry says.
"Are we chatting back there Mr. Potter? We wouldn't want points taken away from the house now would we?" said the un-showered potions master. Harry was surprised, it was unlike him to warn them before snatching away their hard earned points.
"N-no sir..." Harry managed to mumble.
Draco and his crew then turned around and started to snicker at Harry. Draco wasn't thinking of what a fool Harry made of himself, but something else… He's all flushed… It's adorable. Wait, what the hell! Draco was surprised at his thoughts, he made a face at Harry that was a mix between "I hate you" and "WTF!". Draco quickly turned around.
"You know what.. maybe I am feeling a little strange.." Harry and Hermione were studying at Hermione's table in the library. She quickly looked up from the book she was readying, her eyes questioning. "Er.. I'm not sure what to explain it as.. Ok, maybe I should start with this. Have you noticed the change in Malfoy lately?" Harry leaned closer to his bushy-haired friend and lowered his voice so they didn't draw attention. Hermione looked startled at first by the question, but she quickly recovered and seemed to be thinking her word choice carefully.
"Um, no, sorry Harry, but I'm not sure I follow what you're saying because I haven't noticed a change in Malfoy in the least. He still laughs at us and still grins just as wide when we get our points deducted in Potions." She gave him an odd look before hesitantly venturing to ask him, "Why do you ask... is that why you've been staring into space?"
"Er.." Harry stuttered, not really sure how to explain why he had been lingering too long on thoughts of Malfoy all week. "Well, I just noticed that he's been doing it a lot.. less, and also he stares off into space too! And, if you noticed, he only laughs at us in Potions.. Look, Herm, I know I sound like a right crack-pot right now, but just.. pay attention to him tomorrow and let me know if I'm halucinating or not." She simply nodded as he rose from his chair to head back to the common room before going to dinner.
An all too familiar drawl filled the empty hallway.
"Potter." Harry sighed and reluctantly turned.
"Malfoy. What are you up to, you greasy little git?" Malfoy scoffed and folded his arms over his chest deffensively.
"Greasy git? You presumptuous, sodding arse! I was simply walking to dinner after my Divination lesson! I'm not bad all the time you know, not like you'd notice or care. Bloody blind Gryffindor." Malfoy stalked past Harry, but was quickly stopped by a strong hand griping a handfull of his robes. He grunted and turned around to glare up at the slightly taller boy.
"Alright, I'm sorry. I'm a presumptuous bastard and I'm sorry. Y'know, you haven't given me much room to doubt that you're up to something for the past five years, I started to assume along the way.. Forgive me?" Harry held out his hand in an offering of peace. Malfoy looked down at the hand a moment before smacking it away, causing Harry to flush with anger. "Then again.. Maybe I was wrong."
"Sod off, Potter. It's not like we haven't had this fight before. You Gryffindors are so bloody predictable! Now let go of my robes before you one, wrinkle them, and two, someone comes down the corridor seeing you holding my robes like you're going to pull me into an alcove and snog the socks off of me." Despite the sneer he wanted to finish with for added affect, thoughts of Potter dominating him like that- holding his wrists on either side of his head and leaning his hips into his and snogging him silly made his mouth water and he silently cursed himself.
His words had some effect on Potter, sending him into a blushing 16-year-old naive prat and backing away from him quickly. He mumbled something about having to get something from his common room before bolting faster than he could fly on his firebolt, leaving Draco to lean against the wall and slide to the floor in laughter.
When he finally recovered, his sides hurt and he plastered a well-trained Malfoy sneer on his face before heading to the Great Hall for dinner. Sod it all, that would be sexy as hell if Potter ever did that.. Oh god, did he just THINK that! Draco rubbed his temples before stabbing at his chicken. Little did he notice, a very uncomfortable unruly-haired boy was discretely trying to catch his eyes all night in the Hall- his own mouth watering at the thought of doing the things Malfoy described to him in the corridor. Down, Harry. You. Are. Not. Gay. And you most certainly do NOT fancy a certain blonde-haired bloke that sounded all too eager to be pinned to a wall by you.. Oh shit. Harry's eyes went wide as he realized his paints were becoming uncomfortably tight due to certain lewd images flashing in his mind. Bugger.