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Chapter Seven- Disclosed & Disputes

If it were anyone else, I know they would feel terribly guilty after doing this, but come on; it's Draco Malfoy you're talking about. Honestly, what is there to feel guilty for?

I knew they were being sniggered at. Hell, I was probably the main one, the loudest, and the most obvious... But still, I could not help it. Something as hilarious and absolutely shocking as this could not be kept as a secret.

I kept an eye on Potter and Weasley the entire day, watching their every movement. I noticed that they noticed they were being watched and talked about. It's no wonder they are so edgy.

And after what I seen and done two days ago. Ha!

Two days ago:

There was a little twitching in a corner part of my brain. Perhaps it was sending sparks, but it completely froze me.

I have never seen something like this in all my life.

And I thought seeing Snape in a dress before corrupted my innocence.

Or even seeing Daria's knickers.

But this topped it all.

Fucking hell.

Weasley has sprawled on his stomach, bending over a desk and Potter was behind him.

Merlin, Weasley was half-naked. Gods, did I need this torture?

Seeing Potter and his boyfriend in the act?

At first I couldn't breathe.

I was wheezing.

Then I blinked, turning over to look at Granger,

In a clumsy move, she fainted to the floor.

"Hermione!" Potter and Weasley both screamed, rushing to Granger's side.

"What in the bloody hell is going on!" I demanded.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Potter asked as they attended to the mudblood, completely ignoring my existence.

"I-I'm fine." Granger said, sitting up. Seeing Potter and Weasley's faces, she closed her eyes again.

"Hermione, we'll get you to the Hospital Wing." Weasley said, helping her stand up.

Knowing Granger, I do not believe she could tell Pomfrey that she almost had a concussion seeing her two homophile bestfriends in the midst of their 'act'.

"No—no, I'm fine." Granger stood up and dazedly took a step away from them. "I-I want you both to explain right now."

They both looked sheepishly at each other. Weasley's ears were flaming redfromembarrassment.

"Well see..."

"See what!" Granger screamed. I have never seen her so mad. "That you two have been keeping secrets from me? Doing Merlin knows what?! I can't believe this!"

"Hermione, its not as bad as you think!" Potter protested. "Ron wanted to do it—I-I told him it would hurt, but he still wanted to try it."

"We didn't want to tell you because we knew you wouldn't approve of us doing this and it was boys only..." Weasley fidgeted with his fingers.

Boys only? No wonder Granger wasn't invited. I thought sarcastically.

"Boys only?" Granger said, fuming. "I wouldn't care if it was hippogriffs only, but you could've at least told me... instead of letting me finding out this way..."

A tear ran down her cheek and I almost felt sorry for her. Almost, but not quite.

"Hermione, we're really, really, really sorry." Potter said. "We didn't think you get this mad over something as little as this..."

"As little?" Granger became more outraged by the second. Damn I would definitely hate to be on her bad side... Then again... I am always am.

Slowly, she tried to steady her breathing and calm herself down. "How long has this been going on?"

"We just started... a couple of days ago." Weasley said. I wondered how long have they known they were gay...

Granger looked at them coldly. "What? I'm not good enough as a friend that you can't ever tell me anything? Shall I forever remain as the third wheel?"

"We're sorry we weren't thinking. We thought you would give us a lecture if you found out. Knowing how... so very strict you are and..." Weasley was digging himself into an early grave.

"But I'm not biased!" Granger threw her arms up in the air. "I would've understood!"

"We're sorry." Potter muttered. "We didn't think you would be all worked up over a tattoo."

"Well of course I would be! Knowing that my two bestfriends are shagging each other—" She paused. "Wait, a what!"

Potter blinked.

What in the hell is a tappoo?

"I was giving Ron a tattoo!"

Ohh... a tattoo... tattoo... tappoo... what's the difference?

"Is that some sort of sex position for males?" I wondered.

"No you bloody idiot!" Potter screamed. "A tattoo is a drawing on your skin. I was drawing a lion on Ron's back."

Weasley turned around and I finally saw the cause of all this. In vivid colors was a half finished picture of a prowling lion on half of Weasley's back.

I really doubt their reasoning; it must be some sort of excuse to really hide their true intentions. But I will give them the benefit of the doubt—for the sake of my eyes.

"What was all the moaning about?" I asked.

Potter looked like he didn't want to answer my question, but he did anyway. "Ron couldn't take the pain."

"Oh... and I thought it was because of you going in and out of him." I said, smirking.

"That was the fucking needle." He gritted.

"YOU THOUGHT HARRY AND ME WAS GAY!" Weasley shrieked.

Bravo... how long did it take for him to figure that complex puzzle out?

"Hey, no need to go on full blast, Weasley. We're standing right here." I said, scowling.

"How can you possibly think that Hermione?" Potter asked the mudblood, but I answered it for her, only because I wanted to make the comment.

"Well, it was only common sense, really." I said earnestly. "I thought you and Weasel went disarray—completely out of character of yourselves, decided to be gay and somehow managed to find comfort in each other."

Potter and Weasley gaped stupidly. Like always? Yes.

"So it was completely natural for us to believe you both were shagging the hell out of each other when we heard a lot of moaning and groaning behind these doors." I said casually. "After all, your choice of words absolutely sent inappropriate thoughts in our heads."

"Excuse me?" A voice interrupted us.

A couple of boys whom I identified were Hufflepuffs came up to Potter and Weasley. The leader of the group, looking a bit twitchy, stood awkwardly and fiddled nonstop with his fingers.

"Uhh... Harry Potter?" The boy said. He was tightly clutching a piece of parchment in his hands. I eyed it suspiciously, wondering if it was what I thought it was.

"Yes?" Potter said, looking very annoyed at the boy.

"We're sorry to bother you... but we have been looking for you. W-we saw your advertisement for the Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley Rainbow Males' Gay Club and we are very much interested in joining..."

"What?" Potter and Weasley both exclaimed in unison. "WE ARE NOT GAY!"

"But the paper said—"

"I don't give a damn about what the paper said!" Weasley said angrily. "Now get out of here before I hex you!"

Terrified, the Hufflepuff boys scampered away.

I took a step back, careful to leave without being seen. However, I made no more than three steps when Granger turned to greet me with a viscous glare. "Malfoy!" She stomped towards me.

"What?" I said, plastering on an innocent expression on my face. "I didn't do anything."

"Malfoy, you're honestly telling me you did not do this?" Granger shoved the paper in front of my face.

Hogwarts School Proudly Presents

The Harry Potter & Ronald Weasley Rainbow Males' Gay Club

Open to all males of every house, Gryffindor and Hufflepuffs preferred.

See Harry Potter or Ronald Weasley for more details.

Below, there was an animated drawing of two male stick figures hugging. (That is beautiful artwork.)

"I'm terribly sorry for breaking your hearts, but see here, I'm completely straight." I said, handing the paper back to Potter. "I do appreciate your generous offer of inviting me into this little rendezvous of yours—"

"Malfoy, we did not write this!" Potter said angrily. "I know you did it."

"Oh come on now, if that is a cheap trick of getting me to join your club—"

"I don't have a club! I don't even like you!"

"Is that supposed to break my heart? Because really, I'm moved by your tactics to get me—"

"Malfoy, not everyone wants your overly pompous arse." Granger interrupted.

"Not everyone, you say? So you mean someone does want my overly pompous arse. I know I have a nice one—"

"Malfoy, shut up!" Weasley screamed. "I'm going to fuckin' kill you!" He lunged towards, hands outstretched and fingers curled to probably grasp my neck.

I quickly stepped out of the way and stuck my foot out. The idiot tripped and was sent sprawling to the ground.

"I do not appreciate you jumping on me like that. It's considered rape. I would like to keep my innocence."

Potter whipped out his hand and held it threatening to my face.

"You'll pay Malfoy, you'll pay." He said forebodingly.

"How much money?" I asked, knowing very well I was being a complete arse.

"Money isn't going to buy your way out of this." Weasley said, gritting his teeth.

"How would you know? You never had the opportunity." I said.

Once again, Weasley attempted to make a vicious attack on me. Unfortunately, this time, he succeeded.

I was knocked down and I felt a heavy impact on my jaw as his fist connected. My head snapped to the other side. I bit on my lip and blood was dripping from a corner of my mouth.

Fucking bastard.

I tried to push him off, but he was thrashing wildly.

Determined, I made sure I gave him a bloody lip and a black eye.

"What's the meaning of all this! Draco, stop punching Mr. Weasley in his stomach!"

Daria stormed into the classroom and struggled to break apart the fight.

In my attempts to give Weasley one last punch, my fist landed on Daria's cheek.

I froze, realizing my action.

Oh bloody hell.

I'm never going to hear the end of it from Mother.

TBC

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