Confidential Lover

Chapter 7

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"What d'you think will happen if I stop going to IRS?" Harry asked, staring up at the ceiling. He and Ron went back to the boys' dormitory after their walk, and after realizing neither of them were tired enough to sleep, they stayed up talking.

"You'd probably get in trouble. Skipping one class is one thing, but skipping all of the classes is another." Ron answered. 

Harry groaned. Another IRS class was coming up and with everything that's been happening because of that class alone, he really did not want to go. It's bad enough that he didn't even want to be in this class. Now he has to deal with people talking about how he and Malfoy are apparently "meant for each other", and now Malfoy's being a prick and sneaking off with Parkinson. 

"I don't know why he can't just make up his mind." Harry said. "I get that we need to finish the class together but seriously make it a clear line: it's either me or Pugface, pick one."

"What do you want him to pick?" Ron asked, softer than before, as not to catch the attention of anyone else in the dormitory.

Harry shrugged. "Haven't we talked about this?" He really didn't want to talk about whatever feelings he was experiencing with Malfoy. Partly because it would most definitely be awkward if he were to talk to Ron about it, but also because he didn't want to admit to himself that he was in fact gay, or at least bi, and wanting Malfoy to choose him...

Not that any of that is true.

"We'd better go to sleep. We have IRS first thing tomorrow. Professor Wilkins will be mad if we can barely keep our eyes open."

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"Today, we won't be doing any book work, so you can put them away." 

The sound of books and quills being put away traveled through the room following Professor Wilkins' instructions.

"If anyone remembers from last class, you worked on manual stimulation, or at least you were supposed to." she eyed Harry and Malfoy, causing both of them to redden, but thankfully no one in the class noticed. "I will hand back your graded tests and assuming there are no questions you will go into your rooms and continue with manual stimulation. Both of you are to give and recieve." 

Professor Wilkins walked around the class handing back tests. Harry was contemplating just telling her to throw his in a fire, he knew he'd done poorly, he didn't need to see the paper to know that. She placed the somewhat thick packet down in front of Malfoy and Harry glanced over. After seeing that Malfoy had gotten an 'A' and a note saying he had the highest grade in the class, Harry rolled his eyes and quickly covered his grade with his hand once it was put in front of him.

"What's you get?" Malfoy smirked. Harry glanced over at him.

"Piss off, Malfoy." he said grumpily, flipping through the pages of his test. Well, at least he got seven questions right, better than none. He heard Malfoy laugh before sliding his chair out and walking smoothly to their room. He held the door open and turned his head to look at Harry. 

"Are you coming or not?"

Harry, reluctantly, got up from his seat and followed Malfoy into the room. They both took a seat on the chairs facing each other. It was completely silent, in fact neither of them were breathing, waiting for the other to break the silence. Harry cleared his throat.

"So," he started, getting up from his seat and slowly walking toward Malfoy (he thought this made him look intimidating). "I was walking in the corridors with Ron last night. We couldn't sleep."