Harry was beyond pissed.
Who the hell did umbridge think she was? Handing out detentions for 'telling lies'. What type of bullshit is she playing at. Harry saw Voldemort come back to life, suffered through it and now that cow tried to call him out of it in front of his class. Now half the school thinks he's a joke.
Harry was storming down the halls, not caring where he was going nor how much noise was made. He just had to get out, it was like the walls where slowly moving forwards, compressing him. Harry had to shut his brain off. Thinking was doing him no good. Realising that he stopped walking, Harry turned in a circle to observe where he was. He was standing at the edge of the court yard. He turned his gaze to the tree at the edge. It was standing proud with bright green leaves draped across the branches. It seemed like the perfect place to sit under. Harry sashayed across the court yard, plonking down amongst the lush grass and wild flowers. In his vent of frustration he began praying to god, not that he ever answered his prayers.
"Dear god, I have remained somewhat faithful to you over the years. I don't believe I've asked for very much considering the shit you've put me through" he stopped with a smirk. "I think it would only be fair if you gave me something back. So dear god, please if you're up there, give me a hot boyfriend. I'm tired of being single, Hermione and Ron don't know about my sexuality yet, and I need a way to come out. So I think presenting them with my boyfriend would be fitting" his smirk grew Cheshire like. "Thank you for the most horrible life ever. Amen" he finished. Harry was just about to get up. He would of actually, if a certain person didn't fall into his lap. Obviously it hadn't come to his attention that said person was actually sleeping in the tree above him, wanting nothing more then to be left alone. As he was dozing off he slipped of his branch, what he expected to be a harsh fall was cushioned. Harry looked down at the man in his arms. Blonde hair, what would be grey-blue eyes. It was non other then Draco Malfoy. Harry was just staring. Draco was starting to wake up. Harry was completely silent, not wanting to make the boy wake up, before he blurted. "Jesus fucking Christ, god is real!" That did it, Draco rubbed at his eyes, stretching. He cracked them open. Draco was beyond confused. Why was he in Potter's lap? What the hell was a god? "What's going o-" Harry cut him off. "Ssshhh if god wants us snogging then who am I to go against his word?" Draco relises that something is going on. He'll play along, like Harry said, who is he to go against the word of god? "Umm yes, we should definitely follow... gods orders... and kiss. Right now."
