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Chapter 2

Into The Woods

"Fred, George, Ginny is your responsibility! Go! Go!" Arthur Weasley shouted at us. He looked terrified; maybe terrified is too mild a word? I should ask Hermione.

"Come on, Harry!" She shouts before I could get a word in, with a shrug I take off running after her and Ron. He seems to have gone back to his original color after the little bit of sleep we managed to get.

We stood around really, not knowing whether to go or stay, to be in shock or horrified. They dangled Muggles, adult and children alike, like spinning tops. Toys; to be played with until broken. Wow, these guys would get on great with Dudley.

Men in white skull masks and cloaks, pointed hoods, all black, were taking over. Wands pointed at anyone and everyone, curses flying here and there… everywhere but here actually.

"Hermione, get back here." I hear Ron, and look to Mione. She's half way out of the woods, even though we're close to the front she's still managed to put a bit of distance between us and her, and the clearing. "They'll see you."

"Listen to the Weasel Mudblood, wouldn't want them to get a look at your knickers would you?" Malfoy, appearing out of nowhere, looked down at her crotch and raised an eyebrow. "Cotton or lace, Granger?"

Hermione flushed and placed her hands protectively over Malfoy's area of choice. "Get lost!"

"I was only trying to help." He said with a shrug, feigning hurt. Ron sneered at him.

"What are you doing here Malfoy…? Daddy say you're too young to join him?" He nodded over to the cloaked men, and Draco's fists clenched.

With a sigh, I looked back at the Muggles, losing myself in thought about what it would have been like to be one of them. Would my parents be alive or would they really have died in a car crash? Would I have gone to boarding school or regular secondary school? If I had lived with the Dursley's would they let me go to any school? Maybe they would have loved me if I was a Muggle.

"Come on, mate, we're leaving." Uh huh, sure Ron

Would I still have met Ron and Hermione? What if they were Muggles too? What about Malfoy; would I know him? I can't say I like him, but I certainly can't see the 'safe' fun in Hogwarts without him.

"Harry, honestly, come on!" Coming Mione…

Maybe we would have been friends if he was a Muggle? No, 'Malfoy the Muggle' just doesn't have that ring to it, unlike 'Malfoy the Pureblood snob, son to the Man in a black Cloak'. I'm brought out of my musings by a cough, meant to startle me but not be loud.

"Hey, where did they go? What have you done Malfoy?"

"Me? Nothing. They called and you were meant to follow them, but I wont tell anyone your secret." He smirked and I really wanted to kiss… I mean punch that look off his face.

"What secret?" I bite my cheek, maybe he did hear me, maybe I was speaking out loud... or maybe Blaise told him about our 'meeting' at the end of last year? I could live with that.

"That you'd rather spend time with me than your best friends, because you have a secret crush on me." He smirked again.

"WHAT?" I blink and shake my head, I heard him right, right? I put my finger in my ear and wiggle it about. "What?" I repeat.

"You heard me," his smirk has blossomed so it covers the entire bottom half of his face, ear to ear.

"Fuck off Malfoy, no one would believe you anyway." I hiss and turn to leave.

"Oh, Potter… I'm not gay." I freeze. Tell me he didn't say what I think he said. Tell me he didn't!

"But- b- bu- but- but you... and but- bu- t I and…" I stutter while he laughs, but I'm so shocked I can't bring myself to care. "BUT YOUR HAIR!" I finally get out, well scream out I should say.

His hands fly to his head and runs along the length of his silky silver-blond hair. "What's wrong with my hair Potter? There aren't leaves in it is there?" He looks so scared I can't help but pity him a little, even though he's Malfoy. Heissototallygay!

I glance at his hair then meet his eyes, my face takes on an incredulous expression. "Are you serious?" He has to be joking; there is no way he is straight.

"Well, no, I'm not straight," he smirks again, hair crisis averted. I guess I have a habit of talking out loud recently, "but then I'm not gay either… so I own your arse as of now Potter." He leers at me, his head titled to the side as he attempts to look around me to my backside.

"What? How the hell is that possible?"

"I'm bisexual, Potter."

"That's still gay! You like to fuck men!"

"Now, now, Potter, be politically correct." He smirks again, his tongue flicks out to moisten his pale pink lips, and I almost groan. Not happening, not happening, none of this is real. I'm asleep after a really good day at the Quiditch World Cup, and this is a nightmare that wasn't interrupted because there are no men in cloaks and masks.

"So Potter, if you just drop your pants and turn around, I'll try not to tear you." I think I fainted.

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A/N: No offence intended towards Homosexuals, Bisexuals, or in fact Heterosexuals. I myself am Heterosexual and would die to shag Draco Malfoy or Tom Felton (unfortunately Draco Malfoy isn't real) and I have no chance with Tom! But no offence intended!