~ Drarry Oneshots ~

Battling Homophobia

Note: this is what happens when you get so high off of your own exhaustion but your mind won't let you sleep. I haven't read it through, so apologies in advance.

Draco's PoV

"Draco, not that I don't support you in your journey 'out of the closet' but do you really think this is the best way?" Pansy questioned, her and Blaise following my brisk footsteps.

I sighed for the thousandth time before turning and facing her; my back to the door of the common room.

"Do you have any better ideas?"
"Well, maybe there's a...safer option?"

"Safer? You make it sound as though I have anything to lose," I stated, battling my growing contempt for the girl in front of me, "My family perhaps? Tell me, Pansy, where is my father?"

She looked down at her feet before she muttered, "..Azkaban."

"And, what will happen any day now?"
"He'll be..executed,"

"Hmm." I nodded, a bitter smile faintly creeping to my face, "and, what of my mother?"

"Somewhere in France? She...wanted to get away from everything here,"
"She's gone into isolation. Basically a hermit."

She stayed silent, her eyes seeking out Blaise for help.

"Maybe you have an answer, Blaise?" I asked, "no?"

Blaise denied me any satisfaction of being right. Instead, he smiled in amusement.
"Right, quit the sob story, Draco. We both know you've given up caring about it. Just get in there and confirm what everyone already knows, so we can get on with life."

Pansy snickered quietly before sharing a smile with Blaise.

~*~

"What do you mean 'Duh'!" I exclaimed.

"Did you expect us to think you were straight? Violently bisexual, at least. Homosexual as a given," Millie (Millicent) stated, seeming completely serious from her lounge on the couch.

"You're bluffing. You couldn't have known before I did,"

"How many pairs of shoes do you own, again?" She counteracted.
"That's stereotyping-"
"You take like an hour doing your hair," Pansy added.
"A curse I inherited from my fathe-"
"So you don't check out Potter, whenever you get the chance?" Blaise piped from his chair across the room.
"What, no-"

"Wait, oh Godric, yes!" Pansy exclaimed in joy, as though she knew what was to come.

"'Stupid Potter, with his bewitching eyes and wind-combed hair!'" Millie mocked, sharing a smile with Pansy before she butted in,

"'How dare he enter the tournament! Doesn't he know how much everyone will worry?'" Pansy mocked, throwing herself on the couch next to Millie.

"This is harassment, I won't stand for i-" I said, joking but at the same time not.

"'..poor Harry, he was too good for a Weasley, anyway.." Blaise added in mimicked sympathy.

At a loss for words, I bit my lip and gestured in a vague yet hopefully threatening manner, assuming they would somehow understand.

They watched in silence before,

"That was a pretty gay hand gesture,"
"How..?!"