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Chapter 3

Everyone stared in silence at the pair before them. It only took Harry a few seconds to pull away from the Ginny's embrace. Wide eyes waited eagerly to see how Harry would react. Truthfully, he wasn't sure what to do. He liked kissing Ginny, but he loved kissing Draco. However, he could date Ginny openly and without causing strife between himself and his friends.

Not feeling very eloquent Harry stuttered an excuse to leave the party—something about needing to be alone for a bit—and rushed up to the boys' dormitory and threw himself onto his bed.

Conflicting thoughts were swirling around in his head. Ginny was beautiful after all. Any guy would be lucky to be dating her, but being with Draco made Harry feel indescribably amazing. There was no way Harry could turn Ginny down without explanation. What was he supposed to say? "Sorry guys, but, you see, I've been secretly fucking the boy who has done nothing but tease and torture us for the past six years!" It didn't seem like a conversation that would go well to Harry. Harry stared up at the crimson hangings around his bed, mentally replaying the events of the day over and over again. Slowly, amidst his musings, Harry fell into a deep sleep.

When he awoke the next morning, he had already missed half of breakfast. He dressed hurriedly and ran down to the Great Hall. When he entered, whispers followed him all the way to the far side of the Gryffindor table where Ron and Hermione were sitting. He plopped down across from them and helped himself to some toast and jam. Ron and Hermione stared at him awkwardly.

Ron cleared his throat, "uhm..hey…mate? Are you gonna, ya know, tell us what happened last night?"

"What do you mean?" Harry replied, "We won the game, Ginny kissed me, and I went to bed early. What's there to tell?"

"It's just that there's a lot of rumors going around about yesterday. People aren't really sure what to believe," Hermione explained.

"What sorts of rumors?" Harry asked.

"Well," Ron began, "Some people are saying that you and Ginny are dating now, but others are saying that you rejected her. And others think that you and Hermione are secretly dating—which I told them all was bollocks—and then others are saying that you're gay and you and I are secretly dating—which I told them was BULLSHIT—and one girl is even claiming that she thinks you and Malfoy are secretly an item—"

Harry nearly choked on his toast.

"—but that's obviously rubbish," Ron finished with a laugh.

"So, what is it?" Hermione asked, "Are you and Ginny dating or not?"

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, Ginny popped up next to him, gave him a big kiss on the cheek, and sat down next to Harry.

"Good morning, Harry!" she sang as she grabbed an apple and a piece of toast for herself.

Harry looked at Hermione wide-eyed like a deer in headlights, but his friend seemed unable to offer anything helpful in that moment.

He then shifted his gaze over to the Slytherin table. Draco's face looked calm, but he was holding his fork so tightly, it looked as though he might crush it. Their eyes met, and Draco droped his fork, picked up his bag, and nearly sprinted out of the Great Hall.

Harry got up from his seat, saying he needs to run up to the dormitory to grab a book he forgot.

He sprinted after Draco and cornered him in an alcove at the end of a long hallway on the fifth floor.

"Get lost, Potter," Draco hissed.

"Please, Draco, let me expl—"

"No, I get it. You and the she-weasel are an item. I have no claim to you, nor do I want to. Just leave me alo—"

Draco's words were cut off by Harry's mouth crashing into his own. It was angry and passionate, and full of unexpressed desires. Draco's hands moved up and down his body, and Harry's hands firmly gripped Draco's firm ass. Draco pulled him into a nearby broom closet, and soon they were completely naked and grinding against each other while their tongues explored each other's mouths. Draco whispered sweet words as he kissed up and down Harry's body. "You're so beautiful", "You feel amazing", "Harry, I love y—"

Draco was cut off again. This time by the door to the broom closet opening.

"Perhaps we should talk about this in my office," offered Professor Slughorn, trying not to stare too long at the sight before him.

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