Drarry; the last horcrux

Chapter 37

Hi,

Of course I don't regret it, I just didn't want to look to eager.
I would like to hang out sometime without having to talk only about you-know-what, but we have to look through those books first, after class SMR?

X

Draco smiles at the letter he got back from Harry. He knows why Harry doesn't put names on the letter; Draco saw how the weaslette just stole his post.
The letter isn't understandable for someone else than Draco, no one else know about the Horcrux, and that SMR stands for Secret Malfoy Room.

Draco just got the letter from his disoriented owl, some of those annoying third years probably hexes it.
They are a group of five young Gryffindors, hexing owls in the owlets to confuse them and deliver the post to the wrong person.
Fortunately, owls are smart enough to find their owner, although it sometimes indeed goes wrong.
A love confession from Bones for example, landed on Hagrid's plate, although it was directed to Goldstein.
McGonagall is trying to figure out who the boys are, but they manage to slip away everytime. Nobody really knows who it are, but everyone knows it's extremely dangerous to hex owls, what if an owl delivers an important letter directed to the ministry to a random student? That student would possibly know a lot he isn't supposed to know.

Draco makes his way to the Great Tower and walks into the cupboard. He mutters the password to the portrait and steps into the room, where Harry is already casually seated on one of the sofas.

Harry looks up and smiles brightly.
'Hi.' He says warmly and Draco's heart melts. He can't resist the urge to smile to, and seats himself next to Harry.

'Hi.' Draco replies and grabs the shrunken books out of his pocket.
He lies them on the table and uses a spell to enlarge them to their normal size.
'Had problems with the weaslette, I saw?' Draco asks casually while inspecting the books.

'I'd rather not have you call her that' Harry says.
'But sort of, she stole your note and read it out loud.'

'Bitch.' Draco mutters under his breath.

'Draco!' Harry says, but grins nevertheless.
'So, I had to tell them I kissed someone, and I didn't feel like lying some more so I also told them it was a guy.'

'Ah. Ok. Did they take it well?' Draco asks.

'Yeah they were cool with it, Seamus falls for blokes to so it wasn't anything new.'

Draco smiles, he is genuinely happy for Harry that his friends accepted him, although Draco didn't expect any less.
He may not particularly like Granger or the Weasel, but he would be blind if he didn't see that they are loyal friends who wouldn't abandon Harry for something silly like his sexuality.
'You have good friends.' Draco says, surprising Harry.

'I know.' Harry replies.
'Do your friends know you like blokes?' He asks carefully and Draco snorts.

'I've been gay since third year, of course they know.'

'Third year?!? So you never dated Pansy?' Harry exclaims incredulously.
Draco shakes his head and chuckles.

'Me?! Dating Pansy? That's very unlikely, since we're both as straight as a fucking rainbow.'

'Parkinson is a lesbian? Never knew.' Harry says and Draco rolls his eyes.

'Well duhh, it's not like she ran screaming trough the hall that she likes breasts.'
Harry flushes.

'We should focus on the Horcrux.' He changes the subject.