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"So… you think Malfoy LIKES me? Like, like likes me?" Harry tried to clarify, not even aware of the third-grade scenario going on. Marcus nodded.

"I know what I heard, Harry. And I know relationships. My friend, he's gay, too, and this is how his relationship started with Kenny. Kenny, his boyfriend. Kenny talked in his sleep." Marcus grinned. He was loving this. Harry just stared at him.

"Okay, I have to, um, think about this. Could you-?" Marcus got the message.

"Sure. I'll see you later. And don't worry, I won't tell Draco I told you." Marcus left the compartment. Harry sat back and tried to collect his thoughts.

It wasn't easy. The concept of Malfoy actually liking him was too alien. He knew that there were gay wizards, that was accepted in Wizard society. He was aware, too, that there were several homosexual students at Hogwarts. He was pretty sure that Colin Creevy, the younger boy in sixth year that constantly followed him with a camera, was at least bisexual. It was possible that Lisa Turpin, the Hufflepuff girl, was dating Mandy Brocklehurst from Ravenclaw. It was even rumored that Blaise Zabini of Slytherin was gay, but as he constantly flaunts his numerous girlfriends, he doubted that one.

But Draco Malfoy? Slytherin Ice Prince? The one that somehow gets girls to pant over him just by waving a sprained wrist around? That Malfoy?

Okay, Harry admitted that Malfoy had some feminine attributes. He spends way too long preening, but he could just be vain. It's true that he spent way too much time trying to get a rise from Harry, but that's what enemies do. Harry was sure that he and Malfoy were enemies. At least, he had been.

So he could possibly accept that Malfoy was gay. Maybe, if he drank way too much of the Firewhisky that the Weasely twins always stashed on the Hogwarts grounds. But he could not believe that it was himself that Malfoy fancied. Nope. Not possible. Not in a million years. They could be six hundred or dead before Harry would even CONSIDER such a preposterous thought.

Harry crossed his arms. Then he started thinking more about what Marcus had said. And then he remembered what Hermione had called pigtail-pulling, when Ron had teased her mercilessly last year to cover up his feelings. Malfoy sure did fit the bill on that account. And then he considered all the times Malfoy had smirked or winked or grinned evilly and subconsciously put them in a light that more resembled flirting than teasing.

He uncrossed his arms, slumping in his seat.

"Damn."

"Harry, thank goodness you're back." Hermione looked up as he entered the compartment. He nodded to her, feeling a bit more in touch with reality, and sat when she scooched over. Kyle and Daisy were still talking quite amiably, and Ron looked relieved to see that Harry was here now.

"Mate, your cousin's following the trolley lady!" He snorted, laughing. "Just up and started after her. I think she's gonna curse him or something."

Harry chuckled. "You know, I should go after him, but somehow I can't find the will."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway. "So irresponsible. But Dudley is a PIG!"

"I know, I had to cook his meals during summer." Harry looked to make sure Kyle and Daisy were occupied. "I need to tell you guys something. When we get to Hogwarts. It's important."

Ron bit into a licorice strip. "Sure, mate. Whatever you want. What's it about?"

Hermione nodded. "Important how? Is it… you know who?"

Harry shook his head. "No, nothing like that. But pretty scary."

"Well, when the feast starts." Hermione told him. Harry assured her that as soon as they had a chance, he would let them know what it was. He didn't think it would be a quiet affair, so maybe they should until they were in the Common Room. He resolved to tell them then, when everyone was preoccupied and not paying attention.