"Ordinary" Enemies

Chapter 10

-Homophobia
-Slurs
-Cursing
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Harry stood there for a few minutes, reflecting on what had just happened. He still didn't quite understand why Ron felt the need to be homophobic, and his explanation wasn't clear as to why. That was most likely the first time he had ever felt awkward around Ron. It was uneasy. Nonetheless, he slowly made his way toward the common room. This time, instead of a delicate tug on his arm, it was aggressive. And most definitely wasn't Malfoy.

He quickly turned around to find himself facing five Slytherins, Zabini, Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy.
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(Malfoy POV)
I talked. And they believed me. I made up this stupid lie about Harry, and they ended up still thinking he was gay. I couldn't do anything about it. Not after I had just regained their trust. So I went along with it. The next thing I knew, was that they were making up more gossip about him. One was that he was in love with me. I tried to switch the conversation because it was incredibly uncomfortable for me.

After dinner, I kept thinking about how Potter wasn't there. I was going to check on him but they had other plans. They indicated for me to follow them. And we ended up stumbling in the same direction where I and Harry shared our second kiss. I was immediately flustered. We ran into Harry and Blaise grabbed his arm.

I stood frozen in shock. Harry turned around to face us. He looked confused and after a while, I could tell he was growing irritated.

"What the fuck? Let go of me!"

Blaise let go.

"If you've never had a girlfriend, how do you know you're gay?" he chuckled.

"I just know?"

"Ooh," Blaise smirked.

"Do you think Malfoys hot?"

"H-he's not my type."

"Fag." he grinned wider.

"You little bitch-" Harry was furious.

I could feel the rage building up inside of me. But I just contained there, like a fucking idiot. I tried speaking, but nothing came out. Potter looked at me in disbelief. He swung at Blaise and he pushed him back. I stayed there like a coward, maybe I am.
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Harry angrily walked the rest of the way to the common room. Not even daring to look back. Considerable tears were running down his reddened cheeks. Potter thought Malfoy was better, different. He was wrong. Malfoy was the same tease he had met during his first year.

He walked through the portrait hole and ran up the stairs to his four-poster. He plopped on his bed, face in his pillow. Not long after, Hermione and Ron came barging in.

"Are you alright, mate/Harry?" they said with a look of concern.

"I thought he was different." he let out a shaky sigh.

"I loved him." another drop ran down his face.

"What happened?" Ron was confused.

"I-i was called a... And he just stood there."

"What?" Hermione said in a shocked tone.

"Who?" Ron asked.

"Malfoy..." under jagged breathing.

"I'm not surprised."

"I knew he was a backstabbing motherfucker."

"Language, Ron." Hermione quickly replied.

"Do you know his side of the story?" Hermione asked patiently.

"N-no." Harry stuttered.

"Maybe you should talk to him."

"I mean-"

"You do love him right?"

"I do..." he responded.

"Then go get your man, Harry." Hermione smiled.

"I can't it's night." Said Harry.

"Then in the morning." Hermione walked away after hugging him.

"You alright mate?"

"Yeah."

"Hermione's an amazing person. You sure know how to choose 'em Ron." Harry laughed.

"It's one of the many things I love about her." Ron grinned.

"Bloody hell." Harry cackled, as did Ron.

"G'night Harry."

"Good night Ron." Harry responded with a smile.

It was about the time where everyone came down for bed, so, Harry changed. Plopping down on his bed once again, closing his heavy eyelids.