DISCLAIMER: If I own Harry Potter then Draco Malfoy isn't gay af. (Come on, we all know it's true.)
WORD COUNT: Kay I'm sorry 102, oops. This is also mine so who cares if it's only two measly words over? I feel like every drabble I write going to be two words over, damn.
1) Harry Potter
Harry couldn't deny it any longer. Not to himself, not to Ron or Hermione, not to anyone. He was undeniably in love. With Draco Malfoy. Every time he saw Draco, in the halls, anywhere, he blushed and stuttered, unable to come up with any comebacks. Harry didn't know what to do about it though. Hermione told him to go with his instincts but he didn't really know what those where anymore. Until one day harry was staring at Malfoy, who was walking down the halls with some friends.
Hermione nudged him to go after Draco. He did.
"Malfoy? Can I borrow you?"