bloodline|drarry

9|unsteady

"the poetry is in the streets"

Harry sat in the room for ages after Malfoy left, just mulling everything over. It was well past midnight now, he could see the moon hanging high in the sky out the window. He looked down at his hands, the angry red marks around his wrists were burning with pain and his knuckles were all bruised from being pushed so hard against the concrete hallway. His whole body drooped down, Harry felt like he was to blame for the whole argument with Ron and tonight just proved his theory right.

He knew exactly why Ron hated Malfoy so much, his friend had never had a direct argument with the blonde boy but Malfoy had made Hermione and Harry's life a misery for years; and friendship was the most important thing in the world to Ron Weasley. He hated Draco Malfoy simply because Harry and Hermione did.

Harry was surprised at a Rons outburst, but most of all he was hurt, physically and mentally. Ron spitting accusations at him stuck in his mind, did he really defend Malfoy? Sitting back against the sofa Harry realised how stupid he had been. He just got beat up by his best friend for speaking to Malfoy, and then continued to still go to the room of requirement, cry his eyes out in his nemesis's arms, then have an actual conversation with him that didn't end in a fight, but an apology? Had the world turned upside down?

Rons allegations were not ones he took lightly, and from the tone of his voice, they were not ones that had just come out of nowhere. They made him feel weird, if Ron thought he was secretly shagging Malfoy then Hermione did too, they probably talked about how strange and gross it was all time. Harry felt responsible for that, he didn't exactly do anything that proved them wrong.

Thinking on it, Harry didn't actually know how the wizarding world took people being gay, he knew proper purebloods like Draco's family weren't crazy about it, the whole "keep things pure" malarky. But they allowed incest so Harry wasn't too worried about what they would think if he wanted to snog boys.

But did he want to do that? He didn't know, he'd only ever snogged a girl and he had certainly enjoyed that; so that can't make him gay. Harry just brushed it off, he'd never kissed a boy and most likely never would so why was he taking Ron's claims to heart?

He decided that he needed to speak to Ron, apologise first, and then ask where it all came from. He gathered up his stuff, ignoring the pain in his neck when he stood up. Looking back at the room one more time before leaving.

-

Draco, on the other hand, bolted straight to Pansy's room, needing to tell her everything. He felt like he was going to have a panic attack of his own, his breath labouring his throat as he ran all the way to his best friend; he had messed up a lot in there, and Pansy knew how to help with everything.

Draco didn't even knock, he just burst right into Pansy's room, the girl didn't even look up from her book; just sighing gently. "Yes, Draco my love?" she sang, he could hear the smile in her voice. "How did you-"

"You have an aura" she looked up at him, scooching over on her chair to make way for him. He flopped down, his head flew to her lap, letting out a mock sob; sitting up to look at her, she was stifling a laugh. "What?" he questioned, giving her a playful shove on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry you just look, really funny." she giggled, moving his hair to the side, revealing the cut from Potter's nails, her expression changed to a look of worry. "How did you get that?" Draco just shrugged, the memory was faint now, "Potter", he had almost forgotten their fight, other things were more important than a stupid fight. He could tell Pansy was about to freak out so placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, I have other things to tell you," he assured, she lit up, clapping her hands together at the mention of gossip. "He hit me, he then called me lovely, then had a panic attack, then asked if we could've been friends at some point, i called him Harry and then I just left." he said, easily, as if he was just reading from a textbook.

Pansy looked stunned. "WHAT?"

He smirked, "and now i'm going to bed." standing up, leaving a gaping Pansy in her room. "Wait don't go! I want to know more!" she pleaded, he just gave her the middle finger, backing out of the door. "You're insane!" Pansy shouted.

"I know! Isn't it great?" leaving his best friend with a million questions and a bunch of open ended answers.

-

Harry however, knocked on Ron's door, surprised when it actually opened, he was fully ready for him to just slam the door in his face but Ron smiled, sadly, but he was still smiling. His face was red, his eyes bloodshot. "I'm sorry, truthfully, 'Mione's been working with me on my anger,I think you know more than anyone that I struggle with it." Ron said sincerely, Harry nodded, laughing a little. "So will you let me apologise?" his friend was trying to keep his cool, but his eyes were begging.

"Are you still an arsehole?"

"Nah I think we're good" Ron smirked, pulling Harry into his room.

His dorm mate was still out which was strange for it being almost 1am, instead Hermione was sat on Rons bed. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, she was wearing her pajamas and working on an essay; she looked like she had been there a while. She noticed his arrival and beamed from ear to ear, she jumped up from where she was sitting and drew him into a bone crushing hug.

"Thank god you came back Harry, we thought you weren't going to." she admitted, casting a glare at her boyfriend.

"Actually 'Mione I need to speak to both of you about something"

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other, sitting down on the floor, Harry joining them. "It's about something you mentioned during our.... Well, fight?" Ron's face dropped to the floor. "If it's the gay thing, I didn't mean it."

Harry sat up a bit, barely hiding the confusion on his face, ever since Ron had put that idea in his head it had been all he could think about. He wasn't gay, he couldn't be gay, thinking these thoughts felt poisonous, he might vomit on the spot. "Harry?" Ron whispered, Harry's head snapped up to look at his very concerned pair of friends.

"I have to go"

-

Draco was at the window, it was wide open and he was leaning out of it, a cigarette hanging out his mouth. He could hear the door open behind him, he didn't turn around, he knew it was only Potter and he'd probably just crawl into bed like usual. He felt a tap on his leg, Potter was sitting down on the windowsill. Draco handed over his metal cigarette case but Potter didn't take it, he looked over at the boy; he was white as a sheet and something was running around in his mind.

"Potter?"

"Have you ever kissed a boy Draco?"

"What?!" Draco spluttered, dropping his cigarette out the window, his usual sneer returning to his face and his bratty fifteen year old self coming back, grimacing at Potter.

"I said" Potter moved closer to him, leaning over Draco and closing the window. "Have you ever kissed a boy?"

"No" he lied, but did that game of truth or dare count? Well, yes considering he spent the next week after that snogging Theo Nott in the prefect's bathroom. And when it caught up to him, Draco kicked Theo's teeth in to ensure he wouldn't say anything.

"You're a terrible liar Draco Malfoy." Potter's voice was thick and raspy, and filling through Draco's ears like water.

That was true, he was an awful liar. He swallowed, his entire body felt like it was frozen in place. Having Potter leaning over him like this was making his stomach tug uncomfortably, god the other boy was so close. "So i'll ask again" he pressed

"Have you ever kissed a boy?"

Draco nodded slowly, there was no way he was getting words out right now.

Potter smiled smugly, "Do you want to again?

This time Draco didn't even nod, lunging forward and kissing Harry full on the mouth.