Out of the Closet

Hyo: This is my first Youi, so don't kill me…I don't own HP or anything, but I do own Erika Hartsie…well she kinda owns herself….

Fushigi: KILL HER!

Ch. 1

Draco Malfoy lay on the couch in the Slytherin Common Room, looking up at the plain, green ceiling. He sighed as he rolled over onto his side.

"What's wrong Drakie?" Pansy Parkinson cooed, scooting over toward a depressed Draco.

"Nothing…Leave me alone."

"Oh…is someone upset?" She whispered, scooting even closer.

"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FAT LARD! NOW GET AWAY FROM ME YOU GREAT OAF!" He snarled, shoving Pansy away, tears glistening in his silver eyes.

Pansy began to sob and stagger up the steps and into her dormitory. He heard a door slam angrily in the background.

"Bloody git…Fat cow." He muttered, turning over again.

I don't know what to do…I can't…….like him…let alone LOVE him…I'm a Malfoy for god's sake! I'm so…confused…what in the hell am I suppost to do! He thought, tears were now falling freely at this point. I can't believe I'm in love with the fucking Golden Boy …He thought angrily, sitting upright.

I know I'm straight…I have to be!

It's alright to be gay….just admit it! The little voice in the back of his mind said.

No!

Yes!

"What's wrong Malfoy?" Blaise Zabini sighed, looking over at Draco in disgust. "Is your Daddy being convicted again by the Ministry?"

"Shuddup arsehole."

"Whatever fagboy."

"TAKE THAT BACK!" Draco shouted with a surprising force.

"No need to shout, I was only kidding….Gaylord." Zabini sneered in Malfoy's usual tone.

Malfoy cried out as he stumbled up the spiraling staircase and up to the Dorms.

"Er…what's wrong…uh…sir?" Goyle grunted, eye's crossed in confusion.

"Nothing…get me some tea and crumpets…now!" He barked, pointing to the door.

(A/N: It's a bit of an inside joke…..TEA AND CRUMPETS!)

"Yessir…" Goyle muttered, giving a low bow.

"What kin I do for you sir?" Crabbe mumbled, looking down on a sobbing Malfoy.

"Go fuck yourself."

"Yessir…" He replied, unbuttoning his pants.

"I DIDN'T MEAN THAT LITERALLY YOU SICK DEMENTED FREAK!" Malfoy squawked, throwing a pillow at a bewildered Crabbe.

"Oh…okay…"

Malfoy sighed and turned over in bed. This was going to be a long year…he could feel it…

MEANWHILE…..

Harry sat down in the Common Room with an angry Ron and a shaken Hermione.

"So, Mr.Hotshot, when were you planning on telling us?" Ron spat, looking away from Harry in disgust.

"I was gonna, I-I just didn't know how…" Harry sputtered, tears springing into his eyes.

"Now, don't cry Harry, he's just a bit upset…like you…" Hermione smiled, patting Harry on the back and handing him a handkerchief.

"Thanks 'Mione." He sobbed lightly, taking the little wad of cloth.

"I can't believe you're…er…'same-sex oriented'….I CAN'T FUCKING BELIVE YOU DIDN'T TELL US!"

"Ronald Weasley! CONTROL YOURSELF THIS INSTANT!" Hermione cried shrilly, glaring down on Ron, who was cowering in her wake.

"I'm sorry mate…I'm just a bit…..surprised…" Ron grimaced, a hint of nervousness in his expression.

"'Tis okay…" Harry giggled, smiling over brightly at his two best friends.

(A/N: another inside joke…..get used to them….)

"So….shall we go down for dinner now?" Hermione suggested, changing the subject to brighten the mood, although Harry had beaten her to it.

The trio walked down to dinner together, arm-in-arm, attracting stairs from the other students.

MEANWHILE…AGAIN…

"Why was Draco crying?" Erika Heartsie asked, patting Pansy on the back.

"He-he wouldn't tell me and he yelled, a-and he got all mean a-and…stuff…" Pansy stuttered, placing her hands gingerly over her red, puffy eyes.

"It'll be alright Pansy…I'll talk to him for you."

"NO!"

"But why…I can hook you two up really quickly!" The ditzy blonde squealed with a giggle.

"I don't want him to know I like him…!"

"Well…you only flirt wit him every day and constantly bother him…nooo, he doesn't know you like him! He's toootally oblivious...whatever that means…"

(A.N: Sarcasm people…)

But, little did she know…he WAS oblivious to Pansy's obsession.

"I think oblivious is a type of charm or something we missed when we ditched class…" Pansy stated in mock intelligence.

"Brilliant obser…er…uh…DAMN!...oh….oh yah! observapations! That's the word!" Erika laughed at her (what she thought was) intellect.

"Good one!" Pansy giggled, giving Erika a high-five.

"Let's go to dinner."

"Yah."

MEANWHILE…AGAIN…AGAIN….

"Crabbe, stop messing with yourself and get my coat so we can go down to dinner."

"Yessir…"

"Goyle, help him with his pants and get my bag."

"Yessir…"

Draco sighed as the two huge boys struggled with Crabbe's…problem…and went to fetch his hat.

Malfoy strode down the staircase, Crabbe and Goyle not too far behind.

"Now, hurry down and save me a seat near Pansy, I have some…business to attend to."

As Crabbe and Goyle scurried down the stairs with the grace of two elephants, Malfoy looked over to see none other than the Golden trio, Arm-in-arm, which caused him to consider his mental stability.

They're arm-in-arm? What's happened to all the good, cleanliness in the world…what in the hell are you rambling on to an invisible, nonexistent voice in your head about! WHAT IN MOTHER FUCKS NAME ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!

I don't know…

Gay…

Not…can't be…

Are too…

"Good evening Ha-Potter…" He smirked, yet the slightest hint of a sincere smile lingered in all of the sarcasm.

"Good evening to you too…." Harry trailed off, looking into Malfoy's Silver eyes and Malfoy into Harry's Emerald ones.

A stony silence overtook them, engulfing the surrounding noise (As well as Ron and Hermione all together.) All that was left was them. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

They then finally realized, they were very similar…in many more ways than one.