A/N: I don't own any rights to Harry Potter. Little magic is used and homosexuality, violence, rape and language are used. Don't like it? Don't read it. You've been warned.
Harry knew he had a lot of explaining to do with Ron and poor Hermione didn't know anything. 'If I can't explain this to Ron then how do I explain it at all? He is my best friend; I won't know how to tell him this or how I'm feeling. Should I even tell him about the meeting at all? No, it would be a bad idea. It'll only muster up trouble and frustration. Everyone says they hate drama yet they like to butt into other peoples' lives just to get some drama into their own. Drama spices things up a bit. Drama isn't fun if you keep it to yourself.'
"Harry," Malfoy said behind him as he walks to the Great Hall once again.
"Yeah?"
"Remember our little talk?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Don't forget it."
People began to snicker as Malfoy walked past and Harry could tell that he had been up all night crying and he felt somewhat bad for Malfoy. For someone who can be so evil, for someone who can creep others out so badly that it makes the hair on the back of their neck stand up on end, he can sure be so strong to not punch out the people who snicker at his lifestyle. For some strange reason, he began to follow Malfoy to wherever it was he was going to. Harry never understood homosexuality but he wanted to ask him questions about it and not to humiliate Malfoy for the way he chooses to live his life but to know more about it in general. Harry noticed he was heading to the Slytherin common room and he needed to talk to him before he went in otherwise he might not get another chance to talk to him again.
"Malfoy!" He whispered and thankfully he turned around in time.
"What?"
"I need to talk to you about something. Can we go somewhere?"
"Depends. What do you want to talk about?"
"I have a few questions I'd like to ask you."
"Yeah, if you must. Follow me, quickly."
Harry followed him to a broom cupboard a little ways down the hall. (At least he thought it was a broom cupboard.) When they entered, Harry noticed a clash of all sorts of paintings and photography, drawings and sketches. They were scattered everywhere. They were on the walls, on the floor, on the bed. They were everywhere.
"What is this place?" he asked Draco curiously.
"I go here to get away from everyone once in a while. It's kind
of like my own secret hideout."
"Cool paintings. Who's the
artist?"
"I am. Welcome to my art gallery…small yet pleasant. I like it."
"I do too." Harry couldn't believe his eyes. A work of art right in front of him and who would have guessed Malfoy to be an artist of all things? Harry sure wouldn't have. Malfoy never seemed to be the "creative type" as most would call it.
"What did you want to talk about, Potter?" he asked.
"Well, I know we had our talk last night and I'm a bit confused."
"What exactly are you confused about?" he asked.
"What can you tell me about gays?"
"Is that a joke?"
"Are we going to answer in questions all the time or will you tell me? I honestly just want to know more about it." (And that is the honest truth.)
"What do you want to know?"
"Why do people turn gay and who turns them gay?" Harry asked.
"Potter…it's an alternative lifestyle that people choose to live. What do you like better: apples or oranges?"
"Oranges," Harry said, finding the question completely irrelevant. "But what's that got to do with - "
"ENH! WRONG ANSWER POTTER! Everyone loves the apples! What's wrong with you? Are you stupid? Apple hater!"
"Where is this going?"
"Absolutely nowhere. I used a bad analogy, that's all. Look, all I can tell you is that…the way you felt about Cho…that's how gays feel about each other. It's difficult to explain."
"Why are people gay though? And more importantly, why are you gay if you know your father will kick you out?"
"It's out of preference. I'm just not attracted to females anymore. Everyone thinks its wrong to date the same gender. They think its wrong in some form but I don't see it like that."
"Don't…" Harry hesitated on asking him, "don't people call you names?"
"Oh I'm sure they do. There are plenty of terms for gays."
"Like what?"
"Fag, dike, shit dick, carpet muncher, fire crotch, all sorts of discriminating names. To me, it's like calling a black guy the N word and it hurts just as much but people don't realize that. They only think about themselves, nobody else."
"That's awful! Have you ever tried to bring it up to peoples' attention?"
"People are doing it right now in different parts of the world."
"Would your dad really throw you out?"
"Yeah," Draco says, "yes he would and that's why I don't want him to ever find out about me."
"How do you know?"
"How do I know what?" he asks, confused.
"How does someone know if they are gay or not?"
"You have to have an experience."
"I'm confused; an experience? With what?"
"You're so thick sometimes Potter. You have to have an experience with another guy to find out. Kissing, sex, foreplay, whatever tickles your imagination. Do whatever it takes to find out if you're gay or not. It's kind of like ice cream; you wont know if you like it or not until you try it."
"You're comparing this to ice cream?"
"Well, it's better than comparing the situation to apples and oranges. At least this analogy made sense now didn't it?"
"I guess so…can I have an experience with you?"
"W-What?" he stuttered.
"You heard me. May I kiss you to find out if I like it or not?"
"Um, I-I don't know. It wouldn't be a good idea because…well were supposed to be enemies you see and uh, I don't think it'll look good to the student body if we made out in what people think is a broom cupboard." After he says this, Harry's heart sank. He was actually looking forward to trying it out or as the saying goes, "giving it a whirl" but he feels like he won't get the chance to.
"You're disappointed?" Draco asks.
"Well kind of…I mean, how will I know?"
Harry noticed Draco was getting a little nervous and jittery like he was up on the roof the night before.
"Listen, Potter…I have to admit something to you. Do you want to know how I found out about my being gay?"
"How?"
"I asked to be your friend in 1st year and you declined my friendship. After that, it was downhill and I became friends with the two blokes who still follow me around like dogs."
"Crabbe and Goyle?" he asked.
"Yeah, them…my feelings were hurt, I won't lie about it and I thought I really didn't want to hang out with you after that. I thought that you were a jerk and this was before I even thought about…you know…and then 2nd year came around and I saw you in the bookstore with the Weasleys. After that, I couldn't stop…"
"Couldn't stop what?" Harry asks again.
"It's stupid, you don't want to hear about it, trust me."
"No, come on! Tell me, please?" At this point, Draco wasn't even looking at him and Harry could tell something big was about to come out of his mouth and for once, it wasn't going to be an insult. Finally, after ten minutes of pure silence, heightening the tension between Harry's knowledge and the answer to his question, Draco finally looks at him and says, "I couldn't stop thinking about you. And…that's when I knew." At this point, Harry just wanted to say fuck it and kiss him but he knew it wouldn't end well if he did.
"Trust me Harry, you don't want me to be your example of an experience." Harry felt like he had wanted to cry. 'All this time, I thought he hated me when really, he…well he sort of liked me in a way I guess.' Harry thought. The more Draco looked down at the floor the more he wanted to cry or at least hug him and hope to make him feel better. For once, Harry called him by his first name.
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"I won't say anything to anyone if you let me kiss you."
"No. Wait…are you saying that you will tell someone I'm gay if I don't kiss you?"
"…Maybe." (He actually wasn't going to tell a soul but he thought he could poke a bit of fun with Draco.)
"Are you serious?"
"Draco, nobody will know about it."
"You won't let this go, will you?"
Harry shakes my head, "No." The silence began to kill him. It's like waiting to hear if you've been chosen to be the winner of a reality show. Harry wanted to win Draco over so badly but he never thought of how it might make Draco feel. He wasn't sure if all he wanted to do is win him over or to actually have an experience with him. At this point, Harry was so confused that he needed to know. He pressed his lips against the blonde's and it was quick at first but his muscles relaxed and he began kissing Harry back. He wasn't sure what would happen or where this would go but he began going for his neck.
"Oh god no, Harry…please no." He could barely breathe and Harry knew it was taking everything Draco had to hold himself back. "Harry please…don't…don't…"
"Don't what?" he asks him, sliding his hand up Draco's leg and that's when he became serious and pushed Harry off of him.
"I said stop Potter! Don't you know what that means? I can't do this, not with you! You're Harry Potter!" and walked out leaving Harry on the floor to feel guilty about what had just happened. 'What have I done? Did I piss him off? Was he ashamed? God he smells good,' he thought but he had to find Draco, to talk to him.