Harry meets someone new

AN: This is my very first time writing on here...please read and review....leave me some comments.....newly editted
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Harry had come to the realization over the summer that he was gay. After the disastrous kisses with Cho and the irritating way Ginny had pushed herself at him, Harry decided to test a suspicion out on the twins. Harry knew that the twins were in a relationship with Draco, but knew that Draco would understand. Draco and Harry had become like brothers in their third year. The Malfoys and Snape were spys for the Harry and considered Harry like a son and godson. Harry’s trust didn’t lie with the light, members of the Order, or Voldie but with himself and those he considered family. No one but himself, Draco, the twins, Snape, and the Malfoys knew about Harry and the rest being this close and decided to keep the information a secret.
During the train ride to Hogwarts, harry noticed Marcus Flint was back for another year at the school. Wondering why he could not take his eyes off the other man, Harry made his way to the compartment that he was sharing with Luna and Neville. Ron and Hermione had made prefects this year so they were not there to bother Harry about why he didn’t visit during the summer.
After arriving at the school hours later, Harry could feel someone watching him walk into Great Hall but he couldn’t see who. Draco was sitting surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy. Snape was sitting in his usual spot at the head table waiting for a student to mess up and take points away. Harry sat down next to Neville and Luna with Ron and Hermione across the table and waited until the Headmaster to clap his hands to begin the feast.
Harry swiveled his head back to the Slytherin table and his eyes connected with a large boy, no, man sitting by himself at the end of the table. Marcus Flint. Harry knew that he was supposed to graduate for Hogwarts when he himself was in third year but Marcus had failed seventh year twice. Harry lowered his eyes with a blush. He couldn’t help but noticed how big Marcus was.
“…your mom taught you better manners, Ronald Weasley.” Hermione stated.
Harry turned his head toward his best friends and just shook his head as he watched Ron shelve food into his mouth like it was going to disappear. Grabbing an apple, Harry stood up.
“ I’ll see you two later. I’m headed up to the common rooms.” Harry told Hermione and Ron.
Standing up quickly, Harry grabbed his bag left the Great Hall not noticing that Marcus had already left the Hall while he was talking to Hermione and Ron.
Harry was not paying much attention and was pulled into an empty classroom. The door shut quickly and he was pinned to it by a big body causing him to drop his bag.
“Why were you staring at me in the Great Hall?” a deep, husky voiced asked from beside his ear.
Pushing against the massive shoulders and kicking his legs, Harry didn’t hear the question asked. Harry instantly stopped struggling and stared into piercing blue eyes when he discovered he could not break Marcus’ hold.
“Why were you staring at me in the Great Hall?” demanded the blue eyed stranger.
“I don’t even know….”Harry trailed off as everything clicked into place. This is Marcus Flint holding me against the door, Harry thought.
Marcus watched as Harry’s eyes widened. He smirked thinking how cute he looked startled.
“I wasn’t staring at you. I was trying to find out who was watching me.” Harry’s voice trembled as he explained this to him.
“Hm.” was all the reply that came but Harry was quickly settled on the floor as fast as he was picked up.
Turning as pacing the room, Marcus considered everything that had happen in the last ten minutes. From Harry’s lack of attention to Marcus’ attraction to the petite fifth year, everything was out of character for the loner Slytherin.
Harry was baffled beyond belief to find himself in a room with the gigantic Slytherin. Not only was he around 6’7, but he had to weigh at least 150 pounds more than Harry. He also had a very kissable mouth with full lips, short cropped black hair, and enormous hands that easily span Harry’s waist.
But Harry didn’t look like a 16 year old boy. He was very petite for his age only standing around 5’5 and weighing only 115 pounds. This could be contributed to living in a cupboard and being starved for the summer. Every time he came back from the Dursleys’, he was very malnourished. He changed out his famous glasses for contacts and grew his messy locks out to the middle of his back with the front hiding his scar. He wore glamours to hide the bruises and scars that littered his body.
“Why were you watching me?” Harry asked in return.
“Just was.” Came the reply as Marcus opened the door and left the classroom. Harry stuffed his stuff in his bag and hurried out to head up to the common rooms.