Harry Potter and the Odd Relationship

A/N: This is doesn't follow HBP.


I don’t want people to know I’m gay. Even though it should be obvious. The only girl I’ve kissed was Cho. Thoughts like these always came about when he was in class checking out blokes. It seemed to have happened more and more whenever he had Double Potions with the Slytherins.

He would become Harry Potter-The Boy- Who -Lived- to- Like- Other- Blokes. Except he wasn’t interested in just any bloke…just certain blonde blokes. Blokes that got under his skin and made him want to touch himself from the intensity of their calculating gaze.

His first boyfriend and lover had been Colin Creevey’s older brother, Gilderoy Creevey. He should have known better than to trust a Gilderoy. To Harry, it wasn’t so bad most times. Except for the occasional soreness that he experienced after Colin’s brother got too excited for Harry’s tastes. When Gilderoy wanted nude photographs of their times together, Harry decided to end it. He came to the conclusion that the Creevey family had a weird fascination with photography.

So Harry Potter was single and definitely looking around. Only he was pretty sure he should hold off dating and concentrate on the whole ‘You have to defeat Voldemort’ thing. So though he was interested in some of the eligible (and some non eligible) blokes, he decided not to date. For one, he was in the closet and did not trust just anyone with his secret. And two, most of his free time was taken up by detentions with Snape or Quidditch practices. He hardly found time for his homework most nights. So Harry Potter deemed it necessary to just look and not touch, which worked with his libido since he spent that time concocting fantasies for his nightly wanking ritual.

Harry turned back to his cauldron. Today Snape was making them create the Draught of Peace. He was trying to add a drop of the syrup of hellebore when Dumbledore knocked on the door of the classroom. Snape invited the Headmaster in but was declined when Dumbledore asked to speak to him outside for a moment.

“Continue with your potions. Mr. Malfoy, I assume you can handle the class for a moment.” Snape spoke to the class of Gryffindors and Slytherins, sweeping out of the classroom with Dumbledore at his heels.

Hermione leaned over to whisper to Harry, even though the whole class had started talking loudly. “What could that be about?”

Harry shrugged and turned back to his cauldron. He didn’t particularly want any more detentions with Snape this week, so he tried to concentrate on his work. He felt uneasy, like he was being stared at. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on Draco. The blonde boy was staring right back him. Harry shivered under his eyes. There was no glare to mar Draco’s face nor was there a look of disdain. He just seemed to be staring out into space, looking at Harry.

“What the fuck?” Harry whispered to himself, catching the attention of Ron, who was sitting next to him.

“Hmm?” Ron looked up from his potion’s hazy smoke. It was a teal color instead of the blue it was suppose to be. “Where the hell did I go wrong?”

Hermione looked over at Ron’s cauldron before Harry could even answer. “Ronald Weasley! Are you dense? You were supposed to add the moonstone powder before you put in the knotgrass!”

Harry tuned them out as he went back to staring at Malfoy. He felt on edge with the boy still staring at him. He felt as though Draco was planning something. True, the arguments between Draco and Harry had pretty much ceased, but Harry didn’t trust Malfoy as far as he could throw him.

He has to be planning something. Like hexing me until my toenails peeled off slowly to the point where I scream in a pitch higher than Fawkes’ cry. Or do something terribly, terribly horrible. Like hex my balls off. He unconsciously crossed his legs as he stared at the blond beauty. Beauty? Harry thought to himself, frowning.

Draco scowled at Harry as though he thought Harry was frowning at him. The blonde continued to glare at him until Blaise sat down next to him to take his attention off the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry noticed as Blaise took Draco’s hand in his under the table. Nothing else gave an indication that something was off except for Blaise sitting unusually close to the blonde. Harry’s eyes widened and his mouth took the shape of an “o”.

Well. I never really thought there weren’t any other gay guys in Slytherin except for Blaise. Hell, he’s gay enough for everyone. Harry felt bitter and a little anger trickled through his head.

Hermione tapped Harry’s shoulder. “What are you staring at, Harry? Are you okay?”

Harry didn’t answer. Instead he focused on the two boys across the room. Draco dropped Blaise’s hand after something was whispered to him. Draco’s cheeks held a pink tint and his eyes then narrowed on Blaise.

“You okay, mate?” Ron now asked him, looking up from his unsuccessful potion.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I was just noticing that Pansy looked even more like a pug today.”

Ron cracked up, accidentally dropping his wand into the cauldron.

Hermione shook her head and tsked. “Honestly, Ron!”

“You know, you’re starting to nag more than my mum,” Ron stopped laughing and mumbled under his breath.

Harry silently agreed with Ron. Hermione Accio’d Ron’s wand out of his cauldron and was busy wiping it off on his robes. As she was doing this, she lectured Harry. “You know, that’s not respectful to say about a girl. Even if she is a Slytherin. And Ron, if you compare me to your mum again, we’re through.”

Harry rolled his eyes as Hermione punched Ron in the shoulder. Ron stepped back from the hit, knocking into Harry. Harry flailed wildly about, trying to clutch onto something to keep from falling. He took a hold of his cauldron but it tipped over along with him as he fell. Everyone stared at him and started snickering, except for his two friends. They helped him to stand up.

“Good going, Potter,” Draco sneered at Harry. “You just made everyone a little more at peace knowing that they can’t do worse than you.”

Before he could reply back with a witty comment, Snape reentered the classroom. Seeing the mess, he shook his head in a manner similar to the way Hermione had. “Potter. Detention with me at 8:00.”

Harry slumped into his seat, now depressed. He muttered a Scourgify and sat down, waiting for the class to end.

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