Playing pretend Malfoy? (Drarry)

Oh no

That night when Harry came to his dorm, the room instantly filled the very potent cologne. He hadn't managed to rid himself of the overwhelming scent yet and it was starting to give him a headache. He had been hiding in the the second-floor girls' lavatory all day, perfect spot as no one goes in there.

You may be wondering, Harry, my dear boy, why in Merlin's saggy ballsack are you hiding from everyone?

I'll tell you why it's because false bloody rumours spread like wildfire, but we already knew that. And please if someone, anyone, hears a secret you're already exposed. A small hiccup in your reputation or swing in your actions? You're getting interrogated within seconds; which had happened multiple times that day.

It was really only a matter of time before a lovely new piece of information on the oh so special chosen one, true or not, made it's way onto the front cover of the daily profit. The headline reading: 'Our saviour, Harry Potter, homosexual? Probably. Read all about his scandals and secret dates here!'.

One date. It was one fucking date that he wasn't even aware of! Now he was a national twink. Rita Skeeter was added to his list of people to murder, as if she wasn't on it already.

Stupid Seamus, it's all his fault! Well it's also Parkinson and Zabini's, dimwitted pillocks! And that mother fucking shit they spilled all over me, I might as well of had a sign on my back saying: harass me!

Lucky for him he wasn't alone all day, he had Myrtle to keep him company. Yay. Note my sarcasm.

She bothered him for hours begging him to take his shirt off and asking invasive questions about his sexuality. He told her he was straight but for some reason she didn't believe him.

She even gave him a ridiculous nickname, The Bi Who Lived. How stupid, he's not even remotely queer!

Nope not one bit.

He eventually shut her up and they settled for playing 'rock, paper, scissors' until he deemed safe to come outside the safety of the dear bathroom.

After he left, only thirty people bombarded him! That's much less than the two hundred that circled him earlier. Surprisingly, not many people cared about the Ginny situation anymore, guess they got bored and realised how stupid the whole thing was. No way saint Potter would ever do such a thing.

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Today Draco had been sitting at his, much too small, desk catching up on schoolwork; which meant he could avoid all the 'Potter talk' going round, and his badgering friends.

It hadn't been a lovely day but it wasn't so bad, being alone with his thoughts gave him time to think about life, the past, the future, but mostly Harry.

He couldn't get that utterly incompetent boy out of his head! He got to thinking, what if Harry wasn't his most desired smell? What if it was something completely different and he's just worrying over absolutely nothing?

He should test it just to make sure, right?

Draco cautiously got up, glancing round many many times to make sure he was definitely alone, and strolled over to the Gryffindor's bed.

Shuffling through Harry's things, he came across his old Quidditch jersey scrunched up.

Oh how Draco loved to watch him fly around on that broom, soaring through the sky like a determined eagle. It would throw him off quite a bit when they played against each other, so he would insult him as much as possible to distract himself from those strong arms but eventually ended up just doing it to get his attention and it only made him care less and less about the game.