Demortia

Chapter6: Super Glue

He entered his room eagerly and swung his bedside lamp after lying pitifully. They had reconciled! Why did Harry not understand that this peroxide blond was not made for him? He should not have followed them as they went to the Quidditch pitch. He should have warned Snape that two students were coming out at nightfall.

He opened the drawer and leaned over to take a thick book with a red blanket. He opened it on the last page where there was a newspaper clipping. A photo of a 35-year-old Harry showing a piece of paper to reporters smiled at him. Below was written:

"Dr. Potter-Malfoy's new research program. "

The rest of the article had been cut out, showing that only the photo interested him. He ran his finger along the picture and whispered with sobs in his voice:

- I would do everything so that you do not fall in love with this arrogant who does not deserve you. You'll be mine, soon, my love, do not worry!

He snapped the album aside and put it back in the drawer he closed with a powerful spell. He got up and decided that a good shower would do him good, this storm had really been very powerful.

"I think it's very brave of you to have tried this school exchange project," Peter added flatteringly.

Harry finally put down his cup of coffee. No, but who did he think he was?

- I am also part of this exchange! he hissed at Peter.

The latter turned to him and gave him a disdainful look, telling him he knew he was unfortunately part of this exchange with Draco.

Harry scowled and pushed his cup to his lips to prevent himself from casting a violent spell at this ersatz man. He drank the rest of his cup at once, swallowed a toast spread with marmalade and turned his attention to Klasky who offered him to visit every nook and cranny of Hogwarts. Draco opened his mouth to answer but Harry cut him off:

- No thanks, Leander has already done the trick.

- It's not yours that I was addressing, I think! Peter told him. So Draco, what do you think? I'm sure our little prefect did not make you discover everything.

- Hey! I'm not that small! lamented Leander.

- Hey, it looks like daddy! said a little voice that Harry immediately recognized as Analissa's. You really should create this association of "I'm not small"!

- Hello Lissa, me too, I'm fine, said his brother keeping his pouting pout.

Analissa laughed and kissed her brother's cheek. She gave Peter a big smile and another to the two travelers. Harry answered absently, he was thinking he was not so small. He nudged Draco, who laughed as he heard Lissa's reply.

- So Peter, what are you doing so early on a Saturday morning? Usually, we do not see you until ten o'clock, tell me, "Analissa asked innocently, biting into a brioche. You did not sleep well ?

- Oh yes, I slept very well, I only slept if you want to know.

- You have no account to surrender ...

Peter glared at her before turning his attention back to Draco who gave him a shy smile. Harry also saw that smile and he almost bit his hands at seeing that smile that was destined for the draw.

Then, all of a sudden, he realized, would he be jealous? This trip was starting to turn sour. The demortia had also changed their mentality, it was not possible otherwise. In a week, he realized a possible homosexuality, an inexplicable desire for Malfoy, a man so, and a jealousy completely irrelevant.

Was it possible that he was really gay? Because he had never really felt a desire for a man. Finally, before this trip in the future, of course. On reflection, he had not had much desire for women either. The times he slept with girls, it was more to satisfy sexual urges than pure desire. He had never bandaged like he had done this morning when he saw a naked body, whether male or female. All that was needed was to know if it was only desire.