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twenty | rumours

~no pov

"Harry, do you think the rumours are true?" Ron asked his friend as they walked out of form the following Monday.

"What rumours?" 

he went and told everyone about the bruises. i fucking knew it. im going to shave his precious hair off and burn that fucking hoodie.

"About someone in our year being into BDSM."

Harry spat out the water he was drinking, almost choking. "Excuse me?"

"Crabbe and Goyle went round saying someone in our year's got scars from belting as a BDSM punishment." Ron explained.

Hermione slapped a book over his head. "That's disgusting, inappropriate and hurtful. What if that person was being abused or something?"

its me and yes i am.

"I think the rumours are true." Harry lied, to save his cover. "I heard Maddie Lewis is into BDSM and had her sex tape leaked, which had her scarred-back in it."

"Harry, you scandalous gossiper. I love you." Ron got his phone out and texted someone about it, who definitely passed it on.

Harry felt bad for getting a poor girl into shit, but he needed someone of the opposite gender, different hair colour and different skin tan to be exposed. That way no one would connect it to a pale-skinned boy with brown hair.

Maddie wore fake tan constantly, was blonde and of course, a girl, so Harry was hopefully off the hook. However, Maddie was so obviously gay, so she would be fine, defending herself.

The "video" had her being railed from the back, so she should be okay.

Hopefully, the rumours would be gone soon. Once the non-existent sex tape was proved to be exactly that, people would forget and move on.

With abuse rumours, they wouldn't. In primary, year six, a girl in Harry's year was exposed for what her mother did to her. People only forgot around summer term of year eight.

Harry had to defend himself. That's what people with too many secrets do. 

"What lesson do we have next?" Ron asked, putting his phone in his pocket. No doubt the rumours were fully spread now.

that's what she said

"Honestly, Ron. It's been three months. How haven't you memorised your timetable yet?" Hermione scolded.

He shrugged.

"Science with Snape, come on."

damn it. i have to see malfoy now. so much for avoiding him until he forgot what he may or may not have seen.

"Potter, you're on time for once." Snape said sarcastically. The Slytherins laughed at that.

Harry merely sat down, next to his godforsaken partner and stared at the desk. He'd carved an important date into the very same table last year and got blamed for it.

Public schools didn't care about replacing desks, though. So, even though he was accused without proof, they never changed the desk.

Snape kept him on the same table all year, and every year he had him. Always with Malfoy too. Seamus suggested he shipped the two, and got a book thrown at him for it.

Even so, there was no real proof, because hundreds of students sat on that same seat on multiple different days, and lessons. It's weird having a room change for drama in a science classroom.

When it was time to talk, quietly of course, because Snape hated listening to kids, Malfoy turned to look at the bruised brunet.

"Are you okay?"

"Peachy."

"Tell me what I saw isn't what I think it is."

"Tell me you didn't tell Crabbe and Goyle."

"I didn't." 

Harry scoffed. "So why's there a rumour going round that there's a masochist who loves BDSM in our year."

Malfoy looked away. "I just asked my Pansy and Blaise if what I saw meant someone was being abused. Crabbe and Goyle took it the wrong way, and they love spreading stupid rumours."

"Well I'm not." Harry lied. "There's nothing on my back."

except the knife you stabbed me with when you helped that rumour get spread you fucking imbecile-

now now harry that's dramatic.

you're right, me.

"Liar."

"I'm not a f-" Harry took a deep breath. He had a short temper, and hated being called a liar. Even if he was lying, it hit a nerve. "I'm not a liar."

The Dursleys would always call him a liar whenever Dudley framed him for something dumb, like breaking a vase or hitting his cousin. And defending himself only got him hurt, over and over. And he hated it.

"So if I was to spread a rumour about you being ab-"

Harry punched the blond in the jaw immediately. Malfoy screeched, getting everyone's attention. Snape gracefully strutted over.

"Is there a problem, Draco?"

"He-" Malfoy stopped himself. He didn't want to get Harry in trouble. Otherwise, he would never be able to get his trust. "Nothing."

"Harry punched Draco, I saw it." Crabbe loved stirring up trouble, especially when Harry was the victim.

"Is this true?" 

Malfoy shook his head. "I dropped a book on my foot. That's all."

Snape rolled his eyes, wanting to believe Potter did something, but walked away nonetheless. He knew his almost-son was dramatic.

Sometimes, he considered himself Malfoy's godfather despite it never being official. He would never care for a child more than he did for Draco Malfoy. And if anything was to happen to the older Malfoys, he would gladly take in the younger blond.

"Liar." Harry looked back at his table. "Why'd you lie to him? Surely you would love to get a freak in trouble."

"You're not a freak." Malfoy wanted to say, but he didn't. It would be weird for him to be nice to Harry that quickly. It would take time, he knew that.

But would Harry be willing to give Malfoy a chance? The blond was unsure.

"I just figured I deserved it for the two punches I gave you before your hands got burnt." He shrugged. "How are they, by the way?"

hurt like a bitch but then the pain felt good. but i won't tell you that. you'll think im a freak. and that would be another rumour to be spread around.

"Fine." 

Malfoy wasn't pleased with the answer he got, so he took the boy's hands and inspected them. There was a small patch of red skin on Harry's right hand, but a glossier scar on his left. 

"They'll fade. That's what my friend said."

"Who, the Granger?"

Harry shook his head. "No, someone I met this year. He's a nurse."

Malfoy felt angered by this, but he didn't know why. He couldn't figure out for the life of him why Harry having a male friend bugged him.

It can't be jealousy. He thought. Harry's straight, and I don't like him that way.

Liar.

why am i telling him this?