Why had he done that? How had he been so stupid? This was worse than the time his name came out of the Goblet Of Fire for the triwizard tournament. How was he going to solve this? Why, why, why...
Harry was running. Running away from Malfoy, running away from these weird feelings of his. If only he could run away from Hogwarts... His head wasn't working anymore. He didn't know where his feet where leading him, but he continued running. His eyes filled with tears and his vision was blurring, but he kept running. Voldemort could have come back to life, but he would still keep running, because that was all he could do right now. Run.
Draco was still reeling from the shock of the whole situation. He was still touching his lips. He was still replaying the moment in his head, over and over again. Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived, had kissed him. Draco's heart was racing. He was positive that his whole face was Gryffindor red right now. He closed his eyes and let the sensation of Harry kissing him wash over him again. He smiled as he remembered the pressure of Harry's lips on his. Why hadn't he kissed him back?
Draco shook his head. He wasn't supposed to be thinking about anyone this way, except Snape. Snape loved him; at least he thought Snape loved him. Shit, he shouldn't be questioning Snape's feelings for him. Clearly Snape must have had some sort of feelings for him, if he had suddenly taken an interest in him. But, Snape hadn't actually done anything with Draco other than sleep with him.
Draco groaned in frustration. He ran a hand through his already messy hair, but remembered that he was a Malfoy. Malfoys were never anything but perfect and poise. But then again, which Malfoy was gay and screwing their Potion's teacher? Draco slowly stood up and dusted himself off. He needed to tell someone about this, but who?
Harry had run right into Dumbledore. The Headmaster had just looked at him quizzically and invited the Gryffindor to talk in his study. Harry politely declined. The last thing he wanted to do was tell the headmaster that he was falling for Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin who he had hated from first year. Harry had just found out that he was gay. In reality, he didn't feel like talking to anyone.
So many things had happened to him today, and it wasn't even dinnertime yet. He had found out that he was gay, he had seen Snape and Draco get...intimate, he had lied to his best friends, yet again and how could he forget kissing Draco Lucius Malfoy. Harry dried his eyes and went to the only person who he felt could help him, Ginny Weasley.
Ginny had been through so much with him. Looking back now, Harry understood why all his relationships with girls had failed; he wasn't looking at the right gender. Harry took out the Marauder's Map from his robes and spotted Ginny in the Gryffindor common room, with Hermione and Ron. Fuck, now I need to explain why I wasn't with Ginny. This definitely wasn't one of Harry's best days. He'd rather take on Voldemort all over again than go through all this crap.
As soon as Harry entered the Gryffindor common room, he was fixed with the glare of Hermione Granger. "And where were you?" asked Hermione accusingly. Harry opened his mouth and then swallowed. How had he even gotten into Gryffindor, let alone defeat the Dark Lord, if he couldn't look Hermione straight in the eye?
"Umm...I was at..." started Harry, looking over to Ginny for some help. Ginny sighed and saved Harry, yet again. "He was just looking for me. I told him to meet me here but he probably heard it wrong. You know how daft Harry can be sometimes," said Ginny, sounding genuinely exasperated. Ron shot Harry a look, being the overprotective big brother that he was and Harry smiled sheepishly. Harry just hoped that Hermione's sharp eyes wouldn't notice that his eyes were red or his lips were a bit too pink. Thankfully, Hermione had stopped scrutinising him and had turned her attention to a seething Ron.
"Mate, what makes you think that you can ditch..." started Ron, who was practically shouting at the top of his lungs. Hermione immediately stood up and took his hands in hers. "Ron, I'm sure that Harry didn't mean to mess up the meeting place," said Hermione with pleading eyes. Ron opened his mouth, but looked at Hermione and slumped back into his seat.
Harry shared a look with Ginny. Was something going on between the both of them? Harry contemplated bringing it up, but decided against it. The last thing he needed was more complications to deal with today.
Draco didn't even realise that he was smiling when he walked into the Slytherin common room. Pansy had come up to him and asked him if he was feeling alright. "You never smile, unless you're torturing Potter or something," she said, clearly expecting an answer from Draco. Well, she wasn't getting anything from him. Telling her anything ensured that the whole school would know about it by breakfast. Draco tucked away his emotions and put on a scowl as he pushed past Pansy. Pansy may have been a gossip, but he hated treating her badly. She had been there for him whenever he needed it, so when a look of hurt crossed face, Draco felt bad.
Turning away from the girl, Draco made his way to Blaise Zabini. Blaise actually knew that Draco was gay and could keep it a secret. Was it a good idea to tell anybody that he kissed Potter, Draco didn't know. All he knew was that if he didn't tell someone now, he was going to scream it out during dinnertime in front of the whole school. And he that knew that he definitely didn't want that happening.