The Way I Are

Chapter Two

"Come on, Potter, let me hear it," Draco says as we walk down to the copy room of the offices a little over a week after Pansy outed Draco.

Pansy forebode Draco from going out drinking this past weekend and I could tell Draco didn't take to it well.

"Let you hear what, Malfoy?" I ask, focusing on the papers in my hand as opposed to the blonde to my right.

"You heard Pansy last week. She aired all of my dirty laundry and you honestly have nothing to say?"

I shrug. Oh, I have plenty to say. But I would never use something so personal as Draco's sexuality against him. That's almost the equivalent to using my parents against me.

"Well, come on, out with it," Draco pesters, cutting me off just as I'm about to open the door to the copy room.

"I have nothing to say, Draco," I say, hoping he'll leave it alone.

Though, in true Malfoy fashion, he doesn't.

"Sure you do. How about something pertaining to how 'bent' I am. Or maybe something about the many, many men who've taken me home in just this year alone?" Draco grabs the front of my shirt with both hands, lifting me just slightly off the floor as he drags me into the copy room and shuts the door tightly. "Why won't you say something? I've given you all of the ammunition, all you need to do is fire."

"It would make me no better than you if I did. I won't stoop so low as to mock your preferences in men. Honestly, Draco, who cares? The Wizarding World is so widely accepting of gays and you're pretty much taunting me into going against what I believe to be right. That would be almost as disgraceful as mocking Seamus for being Irish, which I would never do."

"How so?"

"Seamus was born Irish. You can't help being gay. Plus, seeing as you've come into work, sporting the Just Shagged look, I wouldn't doubt you're," I pause slightly, laughing lightly at myself. "slightly above average in bed."

Malfoy seems taken aback, but he recovers quickly.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

I don't reply. I spin around and begin copying the papers I had to copy with the Muggle copy machine that the office brought in in an attempt to create less diversity from the Muggles working in the building as clerks.

I turned around for another reason, though that's something I'd never share with Malfoy. I am blushing. Blushing and the room is starting to get very, very hot.

"I bet you would, wouldn't you?" Draco presses, coming closer and closer to me. "Yeah, you'd like to know what those men that take me home every weekend get to feel. Maybe that's why you haven't said anything. Well, my apologies, Potter, but I only shag men who, on first glance, look too delectable to pass up. I've had the displeasure of knowing you since I was eleven."

"Pansy, that makes no sense," I say, handing Pansy a mug full to the brim of coffee.

Pansy and I have become sort-of friends in the time Draco and I have been partnered. Which is how she ended up at my flat, having coffee with me.

"It's the truth, Potter! He may not act like it, but as sure as my name is Pansy Francis Parkinson, Draco Malfoy is utterly in love with you," Pansy repeats herself, sipping her coffee as she sits at my kitchen counter.

I'm standing across from her, deflecting her comments, knowing it's just not possible.

"You're crazy, Pansy," I say, popping a peach flavored hard candy in my mouth.

"And you're dense."

I roll my eyes and suck hard on the candy, ignoring Pansy's eyebrow raise.

"Malfoy does nothing but argue with me. Particularly on Monday mornings when he finally crawls out of bed and detaches himself from whatever bloke he'd been with the previous night."

"Harry, you're not with us on the weekends. Every man Draco has gone home with in the past nearly two years since you two have been partnered has either had black hair or emerald green eyes. He even went so far as to shag a man purely because he had a scar on his forehead. He said it was from a dog bite when he was younger. It was no lightening bolt, but it was a scar nonetheless."

"Then he just wants to shag me, not be with me. There is a difference," I point out, laughing at the sheer fact that I'm even having this conversation right now.

"Ah, but you see, Potter, that's where you're wrong. Well, you're right about the difference between wanting someone to sleep next to and wanting someone to sleep with. But your wrong about Draco. Being his business partner and his friend are two totally different animals. And especially because you're the poor bloke he fancies, he wouldn't let you get too close. At least not close enough to let you figure out his uncontrollable want for you."

Pansy takes another sip of her coffee, smiling smugly at my shocked expression that had to be there by now.

"Harry, I have a strong, strong feeling that Draco can't and won't stop his feelings for you until he gets some kind of closure. Either you miraculously fall madly in love with him, or one of you switches professions," Pansy says, eying me up. "And plus, it's not like you're at all unattractive. I still think Ginny is crazy for filing for divorce. Even if it was justifiable in means. The simple fact that you could give Dray one look and he'll melt is enough to prove he wants you in every way possible."

"You're so sure, aren't you, Pansy?"

"He told me himself, Potter. I believe his exact words were, 'I can't work with him. Especially when every movie about sexual tension in an office setting ultimately ends in rough sex on a desk. Not that I'm expecting it to happen with Potter. He's as straight as they come. No matter how much I wish I could bend him.'"

"So, Draco wants to shag me on his desk? Who'da thunk it?"

"There's a fine line between love and hate."

"But Draco Malfoy is not in love with me," I shoot back, spitting out the peach candy I'd been sucking on as when they get too small, I can't chew on them. It makes me cringe.

"He's head over heels for you, Potter."

Pansy gets up from her stool, slides her mug off the counter and carries it over to the sofa across from my television. I grew up with Muggle appliances, therefore, I had to have some of them.

"What'daya say we watch a movie, Potter?"

I take a seat next to her and turn the television on, scrolling through channels to find a decent movie to watch with my new found buddy, Pansy.

Every movie I suggested, Pansy sneered at, and every chick-flick Pansy suggested, I turned down. Vicious circle.

Eventually we settle on a movie about Mixed Martial Arts. Neither of us are very happy with it, but because neither of us are happy with it, it's what we settle on.

"This movie actually isn't that bad," Pansy observes, sipping the last of her coffee before placing the mug on my coffee table.

"I suppose. I'd rather watch a movie about sexual tension in the office, though," I wink at Pansy, laughing slightly.

"Harry, I'm going to ask you for a favor."

I nod, letting Pansy go on.

"Please don't give Draco any problems at work now that you know his feelings. I shouldn't have told you, and I know that, but Draco is incredibly dense sometimes too, and he needs a little push," Pansy pleads, turning so she's completely facing me.

I laugh slightly. I know Pansy doesn't know why, but to me, it's quite comical, really.

It takes me a minute to stop laughing, actually. And by the look on Pansy's face, she can't figure out why.

"Pansy, I wouldn't do that. Draco isn't as unpleasant to work with as he was when we began working together. He's actually tolerable now. Enjoyable even—on a good day."

"That doesn't add up, Potter. You, Harry Potter, are sitting in front of me saying Draco Malfoy is enjoyable to work with," Pansy scrunches her eyebrows together, her face lighting up when she realizes what I am trying to hint at. "Unless—"

"Unless I'm really not as straight as they come."

Hello, lovelies! I literally had to hold myself back from uploading this chapter so many times throughout this week, but I wanted to wait to stretch it out as much as I could!

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K.J