Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter
A/N Umm Since my beta asked the question if the wizarding world in this story is okay with Homosexuality or not, here's my answer : Some are, some are not. It's like it is anywhere else. Some will be totally wiered out by the idea, others are okay with it. On that note.. read on :P
woodzgurrl Well your kinda right, Avy's not exactly a homophobe she's just... never really thought about it before. It just seems to be the reaction most people have when finding out about a family member being gay, even when their okay with it themselves. I'm just not quite sure why...and I'm glad you enjoyed the reporter part :)
chaeli.meep. stupid insecure Harry? haven't heard that one before :P But yes, I suppose in this story I have writen him as an insecure guy (thought I don't really think he is one >. ). Thanbkies for reviewing :)
Kevin Carlos' morning went like every morning in his home. He woke up, his girlfriend was drinking coffee, and their owl with a very disgruntled disposition delivered the Daily Prophet as usual. Kevin was personally glad that he didn't have a game this weekend because he wanted some 'personal' time to himself.
But as he picked up the newspaper and opened it up, he realized why his teammate, Harry Potter, would be happy for a weekend with no game this weekend as well. He stared at the article and noticed the name the journalist, if she could be called that, had used was the same as the one Harry had mentioned before.
'It's, oh god it's the same guy who ran out of the bathroom that night!' Kevin thought as he saw a picture of Harry and the other man on the page, one picture of Harry on a broomstick during a Quidditch game and the other of Draco Malfoy sitting down at a desk, with another man at the ministry of magic.
"Marie, I have to owl someone!" Kevin said, standing up from the kitchen table as his girlfriend looked up at him, and then at the newspaper he had thrown down on the table.
"Kevin, isn't Harry…" Marie said, while Kevin quickly got out a quill and parchment, madly scribbling away. "Kevin?" Marie asked tentatively, as if she was uncertain if he'd snap at her or not.
Kevin looked up at her, "Yes?" he said.
"Is everything okay?" she asked.
"Oh everything is fine, Marie, only my teammate has just been supposedly outted to the wizarding world. How the hell will our Coach respond to this? How will everyone else?" Kevin spat at her, as if she was stupid for asking.
"Well I'm sorry for asking. God, let Harry Potter deal with it. It's his bloody problem, not that it's much of one." Marie snapped back, getting defensive.
"Sorry Marie, I know you're okay with homosexuality just like I am, but trust me, the worlds not like you." Kevin said, sending her an apologetic smile and finishing off his warning for Harry.
"I know that Kevin, I'm not stupid." Marie said, still sounding a little upset and Kevin groaned, if Harry was having a bad day he hoped it was way worse then what Marie was going to put him through today just to make it up to her.
Realization seemed to dawn on Marie, the coffee kicking in and her eyes widened. "Wait… IT'S TRUE?" she screamed, looking at Kevin with shock.
Kevin nodded, and then looked at Marie again with disbelief. "Wait, what did you think it was?" he asked her, but Marie took a few minutes to get over the knowledge she had just found.
"I thought it was just a bloody story that Magda used to get herself popular quickly, in school she was always power hungry, I would know, I was in her year. You know she was the one who started all the rumors about me and Harold dating just so my friends would leave me alone and go follow her. I wouldn't have believed a bloody word of it until you just told me flat out that Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, is gay." Marie replied back, her mouth still hanging open.
"He's not gay! At least I don't think he is…" Kevin said, thinking about it and wondering if Marie was right and this Marjorie Magda person was lying through her teeth.
"Kevin, are you just pulling my chain?" Marie asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"No! I saw the same guy run out of a bathroom blushing like crazy and finding Harry in the same bathroom only seconds after, drunk as hell mind you, in a very compromising position." Kevin said with a tint of red on his cheeks.
"Compromising?" Marie asked, as if trying to get more detailed tidbits from the memory.
"Just trust me; he was covered in hickeys that hadn't been made by any girl." Kevin said, and Marie nodded, taking another sip of coffee.
"You know, Harry could always say Marjorie 'obscured the truth' about the situation she saw…" Marie suggested but Kevin shook his head.
"He probably will but what happens when people believe it's true because of that?" Kevin pointed out, and Marie nodded whispering 'good point.' Marie tapped her fingers on the coffee table for a minute, and Kevin just sat, wondering when he should send Harry the note not to go anywhere this weekend.
"So when Harry sees this he's going to flip?" Marie asked, sipping her coffee again, as if trying to wake herself up some more.
"I don't know, but whatever happens, I don't think it'll be pretty. He's kept it a secret for this long hasn't he?" Kevin asked and his girlfriend 'uh hmmmed' her agreement. Kevin decided that at ten o clock he'd owl Harry finally, at least give Harry some time before he heard from anyone.
Harry woke up that morning in a big bed, the headboard looked a little out of place with the mattress, and the blue covers were scattered across the floor, and one white sheet was wrapped around his body and Draco's lower body.
Harry sat up slowly, leaning his lower back on the pillow his head had been laying on only a few seconds ago, still warm from his body heat. Draco was sleeping at an odd angle, as if half curling over Harry's legs, and his chin was resting on his own chest, while his blonde hair hid everything but his nose.
Harry was about to try and get up off the bed when Draco awoke slowly, lifting his head up, grey eyes groggily looking at Harry. "What bloody time is it?" Draco asked, straightening his body out on the bed, which caused the blanket to fall off of his body, giving Harry the complete view of a naked Draco.
"It's time to get up." Harry replied, earning himself a slap across the thighs.
"I mean it, Potter, what time is it?" Draco said grouchily, grabbing his blanket and pulling it over his head, like he was trying to shut the world out.
Harry looked over at the clock on Draco's dresser, squinting to read it. "It's… 9:30 am." Harry responded, stretching his limbs catlike, falling back down onto the bed, closing his eyes. On second thought it was much too early to wake up.
"Oh well, in that case we should be getting up." Draco said and threw the blanket off the bed, uncovering Harry as well.
"Hey! It's cold Draco!" Harry exclaimed, reaching for the blanket to cover his now shivering body.
"Yes well you need to wake up; the day never waits for a Malfoy." Draco replied, reaching for a pair of boxers on the floor. Harry yawned, closing his eyes tightly and opening them back up to feel a slight pressure come off of his eyes.
"It waits for a Potter." Harry said, sending Draco a grin. Draco picked up Harry's boxers from the floor, and threw them at Harry's head. The boxers hit Harry in the head covering his eyesight, and he reached up and pulled off the clothing.
"One second and I'll be up." Harry said, trying to wake himself up.
"Come on Potter, I'm hungry, get off your lazy arse." Draco growled, opening the closet and taking out two night robes, throwing the dark blue one with golden stars zipping across the fabric at Harry.
Harry picked the robe up, glaring at it before putting it over his head and straightening it over his body. When he finally got off the bed, and looked at it he could tell all the sheets needed to be washed. The room also smelled, but it wasn't like he couldn't live with that smell.
"I need a shower." Harry mumbled to himself, brushing a hand through his hair, it wasn't as damp as it had been hours before but it was still… begging to be cleaned. Harry walked out of Draco's room right after Draco, who seemed to be moving quickly through the maze of hallways.
Harry didn't have a clue how they arrived at the kitchen so quickly, but at least they were in a kitchen. It was a rather large kitchen, and Harry was glad for his own kitchen now from seeing it. Who ever did need so many cupboards?
There was a door that looked like it needed to be pushed open to get through it, and Harry was somewhat curious to see where it lead. "Harry go sit in the dining room, I'll make us something, what would you like?" Draco asked.
Harry looked at the blonde with fascination, 'since when did Draco learn how to cook?' Harry asked himself. Things had changed, Harry saw, but nonetheless it was a nice change.
"I'd like eggs over easy." Harry replied, and Draco nodded, gesturing with his head towards the door at the end of the kitchen. Harry was hesitant at first but soon walked towards the door and opened it up, seeing a rather large wooden table, clearly polished a lot, with six chairs around it.
Harry sat down slowly at the table, setting his hands down on the table, feeling it with his hands as if unable to get over the fact he was there, in Draco's house. Harry noticed a paper was lying down on the table close to him, and Harry suspected an owl had already come by to drop it off.
Harry reached for it, turning it around so he could read it. But after less then three seconds of reading, he was feeling nauseous. The article was about him and Draco, and some Magda woman had seen them, seen them, at the restaurant.
Harry stared at the article, and after reading one line he felt like dying. Not only had she seen them, but she'd picked up on what they were doing there. Harry's mind was in panic mode. "OH FUCK." Harry yelled and Draco seemed to have dropped something in the kitchen before he came running into the room.
"What is the bloody matter?" Draco said, looking at Harry with annoyance.
"I'll tell you what happened, someone saw us, SOMEONE SAW US! I'm now bloody well the most eligible gay bachelor, NO, I'm not even a bachelor, the way this woman writes it I'm your bloody boy toy, 'smitten by you charms' I believe was the term. I'M GOING TO BE FUCKING RUINED BECAUSE OF THIS!" Harry screamed, saying things he normally would not say, but always thought.
"POTTER." Draco yelled back, and silence surrounded the room, as Harry hyperventilated, and Draco calmly walked up to Harry and sat down beside him. "Shut up for five seconds and let me hear myself think." Draco snapped at him, and Harry nodded, keeping quiet and breathing more regularly, but still his green eyes seemed to flame and burn up with anger.
Draco looked at the article, frowning as he read it. "Bloody brilliant, this is just wonderful." Draco said sarcastically, throwing the article down on the table. Harry was looking at the Daily Prophet before he whispered a few words and the paper burst into flames.
"Hey, hey! This is my table I don't want it burning, it's pure chestnut wood!" Draco said, horrified that Harry could do that to the table. Draco put out the fire with his wand, but all that was left of the paper was blackened ash and water dripping down the table from Draco's wand.
"The hell if I care, my life has just been ruined." Harry snapped back.
Draco looked at the fuming man and got up, getting very pissed off at what he said. "Well I'm sorry your highness, but if you want to destroy a home because of a stupid article you can go home and do it." Draco said before walking out and slamming the kitchen door behind him.
Harry sighed and put his head down in his hands, knowing he was wrong to snap at Draco, but he really never wanted to deal with this situation. 'What have I done?' Harry thought, wishing that Draco hadn't been worth it.
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