Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction

Night

I stopped outside of the Slytherin common room, realising I'm normally with a Slytherin when I come here.

I started to mutter random phrases that I thought the password could be.

"Death to all first-years" I murmured, nothing.

"Potter stinks" I whispered slightly louder. Still nothing.

"I agree!" A voice from the corridor said, quite loudly for this time at night. Some time had passed since our quidditch practice was meant to have taken place, it was now pitch black outside.

The figure walked out of the shadows and revealed himself. It was Flint. He wasn't walking in a straight line and there seemed to be some attempt at a smile across his face.

"Booty call?" He asked, slurring his words.

"No actually, I'm surprising him" I replied. He stank of fire whiskey.

"What's that like?" He asked letting himself fall against the wall.

"What's, what like?" I asked, trying to get a coherent answer out of him.

"A relationship. With a boy" he said smiling, but also lowering his voice when he said 'boy.'

"Oh, me and Draco? Yeah, it's great" I replied, wanting him to let me in, but at this point, it was optimistic to assume he knew the password himself.

He slid down the wall and sat with his knees to his chest on the cold, tile floor.

"Really?" He asked while gesturing for me to sit down.

"Really" I confirmed as I sat down with my back against the opposite wall.

He was very clearly drunk, so drunk I hope he doesn't remember this encounter.

He had a very sceptical look on his face.

"You don't think it's great?" I asked in response to his expression.

He ran his fingers up and down the stone tiles.

"Don't you get in loads of shit for it at home?" He asked. He seemed to now be unable to hold his own head up and he looked at me with his head resting on his shoulder.

"Well, they don't know," I said quickly.

"Don't know you're gay? Or don't know you're in a relationship with a boy?" He asked taking a really long pause every time he blinked.

"I don't know if I am gay. And they don't know anything about me" I said getting uncomfortable with this line of questioning.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because they're dickheads," I said bluntly.

"I feel you, who do you even live with?" He asked, he now let his head rest on the wall behind him.

"My aunt, my uncle, and, my cousin" I replied, wondering why I'm telling Flint everything about me.

"Bet that's shit," he said elongating the 'shit'

"Yeah, it is" I replied, wondering if I should ask some questions of my own.

"Why won't you be open about you and Wood?" I blurted out. I had asked him now, I couldn't take it back.

"Woah, Woah, Woah," he said waving his arm at me, "Wood and I are just sex, and besides, I'm not gay," he said, actually believing himself.

"Well as a general rule, straight guys don't like having sex with a boy," I said quite frankly.