Super short chapter. Sorry. When we switch back to Draco's point of view. It'll be longer.
It shouldn't have taken long for Harry and Hermione to explain the situation to Ron, but he kept refuting everything they said. Harry was starting to get frustrated with Ron. I thought as my best friend, you wouldn't care who I dated. Even if you hated them, you shouldn't hate me for liking them.
"I don't get it. You don't just start liking someone after one kiss! I mean, it's only a kiss!" Ron shouted and Hermione sighed. She looked at Harry before burying her face in her hands.
"It does when that one kiss means something! I felt something when I kiss Draco! Whether that makes sense to you are not!"
"But you haven't kissed anyone else since, right? Maybe if you kiss someone else, like me or Hermione, you'll see that that kiss with Draco didn't mean anything!"
"I don't want to kiss you or Hermione! No offense." He felt bad at the disgusted tone in his voice. He was attracted to Draco and didn't want to be with anyone else. It pained him that Ron didn't understand this.
"But you don't know that! You haven't kissed anyone else!"
"I know who I'm attracted and who I'm not."
"How can a kiss make you stop hating someone and start liking them? That's not how it works!"
"I didn't hate Draco…. I'm pretty sure there's a part of me that's always like Draco."
"You're just saying that now so that you can try to explain yourself!" Harry's cheeks flared and now he was angry.
"I'm not just saying that now! I really like Draco! From the kiss to what happened between us on the train to all of these letters!"
"Wait. What happened on the train with you two?" Hermione ask, finally looking up from her hands. Oops. All Harry had told Hermione about what happened on the train is that they kissed and established the parameters of their relationship. Their eyes were looked on him; he didn't know how he should answer and just stared into their eyes. "What didn't you tell me?"
"Don't feel bad, Hermione. You know more than I do."
"I don't want to talk anymore," Harry snapped and pointed to the door. Ron glared at Harry then stood up. Hermione didn't follow as Ron left the room, but Harry started to change into his pajamas.
"Harry, what happened on the train? Something good? Something bad?"
"Something I don't want to talk about. Can I please go to bed?" Harry answered and Hermione sighed. "Look, Hermione. I'm just not comfortable talking about it right, especially since you're a girl. No offensive." Hermione stood there for a moment then covered her mouth with a shocked expression on her face.
"Oh my goodness, Harry!" Hermione walked out of the room, covering her face. Harry sighed and flopped back on the bed. I warned her I didn't want to talk about it. And it's not like we had sex. It was just a blowjob. Harry sighed heavily and stared up at the ceiling; I really want to see him again.