'I-like-big-butts and I can-not lie, you other-brothers can't de-ny, when a boy walks-in with a itty-bitty waist and-a round thing in-your face you get, sprung! Wanna pull-up… ARRGHHH!'
Draco Malfoy looked up from the floor, highly aware that he was a. naked, b. wet, c. covered in soap and d. being stared at by half the boys in 6th year Slytherin.
'Sorry 'bout that Drake. We Slytherin boys wanted to talk to you.'
'But… but now! It's a bit inconvenient, if you hadn't noticed.' Draco stuttered.
Oh crap, they know I'm gay, they know it. They're all going to hate me. My reputation is RUINED!
'I think I know what you want to know. I'm... They already know just say it! Just do it! GO!
'I'm g-…'
What the hell is wrong with my tongue? It's all… swelled up. Just open your mouth and SAY IT.
…
The Slytherins were cautiously retreating when they saw Draco gulping the air, occasionally muttering incomprehensibly, fighting his inner… self, looking utterly constipated. Feeling the need to break the awkward silence, Blaise said…
'Look, Draco. We only decided to talk to you now because we know you'll remember it. OK Blaise took a deep breath, weneedyoutostopsingingintheshower.'
'Stop.. stop singing in the shower? But you've already banned me from singing in the common room, the dorm room, the corridors, the toilets, the classrooms… and now, the-- the shower? It's so unfair!'
It's so unfair! I'm not THAT bad at singing. It's not helping my depression, but then again the fact that Har—Potter is still ignoring me isn't helping either…
Ginny Weasley, being the matchmaker, of course, decided it was about time to get Harry a boyfriend.
'Harry.'
Suspiciously, Harry turned around, glad that it wasn't Parvati trying to molest him. 'Thank god it's you, Gin!'
Ginny: right... that was weird. 'I've been thinking, you haven't had a boyfriend for a while, have you?'
'What the hell are you talking about? cough Of course I've had boyfriends! cough Loads of them… cough'
'Harry, try kidding yourself. Anyway, there are a few people you might be interested in. Seamus, for one thinks you're cute. Fred and George are at an experimental stage at the moment.. might not want to risk that,'
'WHAT! Fred and George? They're your brothers! You're setting me up with your brothers? That's sick, Gin, really sick. But which one's interested by the way?... Ginny looked at him skeptically I mean! Just for future reference, you know…'
'Have you ever seen Fred and George not together? Harry slowly shook his head What made you think you'd get them one at a time?' Ginny hurried on as she saw Harry's face turn an interesting mixture of colours. 'Colin Creevy, although he'd probably make a porn video, Draco Malfoy, he's OK, Smith althou'
'Draco Malfoy likes me? In that way?' Ginny watched in amusement as Harry's face lit up with the thoughts of new possibilities.
Ginny Weasley had a new plan in action.
Mutterings could be heard as Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy plotted out the next relationship of Harry Potter's. As they came to some sort of an agreement, they left purposely; they had something important to do…
Harry strolled down the corridor to get in some Quidditch practice to release some of that… sexual tension. Incidentally, Ginny Weasley was walking along the very same corridor.
'Harry! What a surprise to be seeing you here.' As if a cue, Ginny tipped her head to the side and one Draco Malfoy sauntered onto the stage cough corridor, apparently from nowhere.
'Harry! Just the person I wanted to run into. Not that I was waiting here for you of course!' Ginny rolled her eyes at his terrible acting skills. 'Harry, I need to tell you something.'
Harry looked around suspiciously again, hoping Ron would jump in to save him, or Hermione. 'Malfoy, what do you want?'
Draco looked lustfully at Harry in his old Quidditch uniform, which he had grown-out of and were quite tight. While looking straight into his eyes purposely he said: 'Harry, I want you… I need you…'
Ginny Weasley rolled her eyes and the words lingered in the air for a few, meaningful seconds. '… to- to, ummm, help him brush up his Quidditch skills!' She watched Draco Malfoy look intensely into Harry's eyes, and, as Ginny's words sank in, step back, insulted.
'What are you talking about Weaslette? Me, needing help in Quidditch? I think Har disguised as a small cough-Potter needs more help from me!' Draco took a deep breath to continue his ranting.
'Yes, Harry, why don't you let Draco coach you in Quidditch, where you can be alone for a while, to get to know each other.'
Ginny breathed a sigh of relief when both boys seemed to get her hint. She watched in satisfaction as they strolled and sauntered down to the deserted Quidditch pitch to get to know each other. Surely enough, when she next saw them at dinner they were looking distinctly ruffled and more than a little more intimate than normal. Rubbing her hands together gleefully she anticipated her own little meeting with one Blaise Zabini.