Harry walked down the creaky steps of the Burrow. He had to escape Ron, because if he ever found out that he liked Draco. Well, he knew it wouldn't end well. Harry turned the corner and was met immediately with what he knew to be Ron's fist. "YOU FAGGOT" he punched Harry again. "YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME YOU WERE SHAGGING BLOODY MALFOY" Ron yelled. He punched him and tackled Harry to the ground, leaving a bruised and purple eye.
Harry flinched back, covering his face pitifully to try to block Ron's pummeling kicks and punches. Lights turned on in other rooms, and doors creaked open. The next thing Harry knew, was Ron being tackled by two figures and he was running. Harry ran, straight out of the doors of the Burrow. Wand in hand, he ran, ignoring Molly Weasley's frantic screams. The itchy tall grass scratching his face, but he could care less. All he knew was that he had to get out of there.
A loud pop sounded. And Harry blacked out as he felt strong arms grab his torso and chest.
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But they were wrong.
FanfictionHarry is in love with Draco, Draco secretly feels the same for their "Golden Boy". However when Ron finds out and Harry gets re-sorted into Slytherin, things take an unfortunate dip. *ABUSIVE DURSLEYS*
